Source: Mytwosentences 115
Day: October 17, 2015
Art as a way of seeing
Warning
As I lie nibbling chocolate on my couch
And watching old trash on my small TV
The cat stands on my leg,so I cry,Ouch.
She’s needy,though yet youngerer than me
For this cat does not like for me to move
Once she has settled right behind my knee.
I realise it’s not I she truly loves,
To her I am no more than a small tree
I stumble to the kitchen for some tea
The kettle boils; I find I have no milk.
I’m bothered by my need to wee and wee.
My flesh feels less and less like Chinese silk.
When nature makes us rest, we must obey.
Or maybe we won’t see another day.
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Today’s word:Jurisprudence
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Stan gets on his bike
Although Stan was 92 years old he still rode his bike as much as possible in the summertime.He was out in the garden pumping up the tyres before going off to the Library when suddenly his neighbour Annie appeared at the gate,bedecked as usual in finest Scottish tweed with a long pendant on a solid 22 carat gold chain swinging nonchalantly from her neck,with a matching ring attached mysteriously to her upper lip
“Who’re you,the Lady Mayoress” he joked noisily as he felt nervous.
Where’s Mary?” she whispered shyly.
“She’s up with her widowed sister Joan in Scotland ” Stan admitted nervously.
“Joan,that’s not a very Scottish name!” Annie joked.”anyway how about we sit down here on this bench for a moment”.She pulled him vigorously towards her.Stan responded regretfully yet politely
“I’m afraid I can’t stop.I have all these old books overdue and the library shuts in 15 minutes.
“Don’t worry,sweet heart”, she cried softly.”I’ll pay all your fines.I’ve just come into loads of money.”
“Oh,how’s that.my angel” Stan murmured into her ear.
“I just shot Bert.If you help me to get rid of the evidence,I’ll share the loot with you.”
At the funeral,Annie was dressed in a beautiful dark brown suit from Jaeger.She went around the room making sure everyone had enough food and drink..As she leaned over towards Stan her heavy gold locket,inside which was hidden the bullet that killed Bert,swung over and hit Stan a glancing blow on his temple.
Stan fell to the ground where luckily there was a thcik wool carpet
“Do you think we should ring 999?” someone asked sarcastically.Within minutes paramedics arrived.
“So,is it that chair again?” they clamoured.
“Yes,this foolish old man fell over and the leg came off my new antique chair.I’ve only had it a few days and it’s not insured.”
“Did anyone ever tell you,your eyes are like deep pools in the Sargossa Sea?” The paramedic whispered into her right ear.I’m Dave,by the way,her muttered.
“Have you still not finished that Creative Writing Course?” Annie shouted,continuing..
“I’m getting tired of you admiring my eyes.What about my nose?”
“Has anyone ever told you,your nose is the shortest they’ve ever seen?” he said furtively
“That’s a bit boring” Annie retorted. angrily
“Yeah,maybe I should change to Art,” he ruefully moaned, his eyes on the ground
“I love the way your deep blue and turquoise eye shadow is melting round your eyes and running down the sides of your nose.”
“Hurry up and fix my chair,and while you’re about it,you may as well take Stan down to A and E for a head X-ray.”
Glancing slyly at Annie in her Jaeger suit with carefully contrasting deep coral blouse and opaque teal blue 80 denier tights with 6 inch stiletto heels to complete the outfit, not to mention her raspberry coloured bra which clashed violently with the coral blouse, which, as it happens, was more transparent than she realised, Dave picked up a hammer and began,excitedly,to mend the broken chair as this would put her in his debt.
“This is what life is all about,my boy” he thought.Little did he know the true tale, that Annie had murdered her husband merely because she felt very bored.
Boredom is very dangerous.If you are affected why not go out and look at some hats?
I do and look at me!
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She’s trying to correct all she did wrong.
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Oh,Sue lost her special pencil,
She could not make her stencil.
She’s been searching through her art bag all day long.
She found fifteen putty rubbers,
And stuck them in her cupboard,
She’s suspects somewhere,somehow, something’s going wrong.
She looked inside her briefcase,
That pencil must be someplace!
Sue is not yet singing her sweet songs.
The cats screech in panic attacks,
Her lover said he won’t come back.
He says he’s taking the next plane to Hong Kong.
Kate looked in all her pockets,
And inside her gold lockets.
This blooming search has gone on far too long!
So let’s get things in perspective.
This pencil’s misdirected,
but all this searching speaks a special tongue.
She’s not looking for the thing she lost,
She’s looking in her Freudian past,
She’s trying to correct all she did wrong.
So down came her Guardian angel,
To show her some new angles.
but Kate was shouting “Oh,go off,go hang!”
So the angel got so cross and mad,
She said to Kate,”Look here,you’re sad”
So Kate sat down and hummed the Song of Songs.
The angels dance,the cat’s entranced,
Her lover offers glad Romance,
and Kate is very happy to belong.
She lives on earth,life’s full of worth,
She wants to write all through the night.
And ideas flood her mind like songs
This poem is getting far too long………
too long,so long.. so long………………
bye………bye…………
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And so it is myself whom I destroy.
How like a prison is my once loved home
Since now I linger here in fevered chills.
No more may I be free to walk and roam
Nor climb the mountains and the hills.
The television irks me and annoys
I cannot bear the sound of human voice.
My lost intelligence is not deployed
I err in thinking I have little choice.
And so it is myself whom I destroy.
What path to take when feeling lost and ill,
When lying in my bed I cannot rest.
What act would give me strength and better will?
What purpose has this illness and its test?
The road to hell is paved with too much thought
So smaller joys and pleasures are not sought
How my heart sings 