Brothers and sisters
From Facebook
Brothers and sisters
From Facebook
My husband had a strange knack of leading me into some awkward places.Like we climbed a hill in Wales and he said
We don’t need to go back all that way,I can see a road.The only drawback was that there was an 8 foot high wall where the hill met the tarmac.We jumped down and here I am.Where he is G.O.K.
We were in Devon and walked 2 miles to buy some milk.Instead of taking it back to our cottage he decided we should walk to the sea,climb a cliff [ on a path] which led to a farmyard full of hissing geese on the descent.By the time we reached home we had drunk all the milk and my knee high boots were covered in mud.It was March 1978 a very cold month.Then he told me to clean my own boots.
I didn’t get married to clean my own boots.It’s a man’s job,like understanding politics and praying.I am too busy balancing the books.And cooking them.Or I was.
Now it’s cream crackers on toast with rockets.I feel sorry for the tomatoes but did I create them?
My husband could not eat raw fruit .This proves Evolution is a false theory.Mind you,he wasm’t keen on vegetables either
so his death was self induced a burden to the tax payer.Mind you,I’ll say this for him.He was born at 29 weeks in the kitchen in Teesside and he kindly died in A and E thus not counting on the official number of old folk who died in hospital this year.You have to be in a ward to count.
Thus it was that I gave my first conscious live performance as a singer in A and E in Greater London as we call it.
My petit frere can verify that I have given many unconscious performances as can my ex-boyfriend Arthur.If you hum on a date it’s a sign of something……….. the end of the affair?
Sometimes love is just enough
The term sin is out of fashion yet its reality continues uninterrupted.
Duty is still meaningful when it’s not a form of control.
Why do people assume an inverse correlation between beauty and brains.Don’t ask me.I’m a muted blonde
Or am I neutered and dyed blonde?
The Queen has maintained a pleasant silence about Muslims entering Britain.She’s our ace.
What will Syrians do in Aberystwyth? Eat rock and ruin their teeth?
I just got my hint of fuel allowance.A bag of lard and a chip pan.
Just because my husband is dead does it mean I can heat only one half of the lounge or the drawing room as some call it? You can’t tell hot air where to go,can you?
Mathematics is no use for keeping me warm.I need to move something other than my brain cells.
I’ve got a little vest.Actually it’s quite big.When I opened the pack I thought,why have they put this giant sized vest here?
Now I know.
I’ve saved a fortune having this UTI for 9 weeks.I’ve not been out,drunk coffee,bought more newspapers,met anybody.
Why I could save even more by dying! Except they won’t pay me then!
“When we do not understand another human being, and cannot ignore him, to exert an unconscious pressure on that person to turn him into something that we can understand: many husbands and wives exert this pressure on each other. The effect on the person so influenced is liable to be the repression and distortion, rather than the improvement, of the personality; and no man is good enough to have the right to make another over in his own image.”
T S Eliot
He took Shirley for entertainment.
He works shark time now.
His wife is in a huddle.
Life is all bright in bed with the cat
They praise a man who is is good in bed.Suppose he’s dead?
Sometimes I pass by on the other tide.
I did not take early employment,lately.
I am unfit for praying.I never could spell well
An old folk saying is ,we’re in the doldrums.
The Ancient Harasser is in prison now,a lass!
The Trim Streaker is folloiwng me
The end time is fear.
He told me he loved me before the tide over-ran us
His hands seem to twitch all over me and he trembled with tears of mirth
He was the most underrated blogger of his entire degeneration
His words felt like raindrops on toast.
His talent was unswitchable his genius a sorrow in the dark
His organ was unique among chartered territory.
His eyes gleamed like traffic signals stuck on ” no go”
His writing was hard to put down
He never told me his time frame but I watched him covertly.
He told me I was named in his bills.I had overspent his money.He divorced me and I over responded by shooting him with my bow and arrow.All things may go round the bend
A world war is never over.
Versailles may have been Hitler’s thorn
Ottoman Empire the spoils of France and Britain
Unsettle Middle East.
Men like to defend their honor;
Have no thought fort he morrow.
that’s not quite what Jesus meant.
He meant trust in God
Not steal and kill regardless of the consequences.
It’s not only Zionists who created Israel.
It suited the USA to have a base there enroute for Russia
Nothing to do with God
nor much care for the suffering Jews
maybe even less for their brother Palestinians
It’s a strange world which could be beautiful
but the rich have a grip getting stronger all the time
Is this a poem?AmI a woman?Is God still dead?
Precious stones reflect to us their light
A coloured love invested and inspired
I look upon such rings with great delight
Just sun and eyes are all that we require.
Beauty and usefulness are intertwined
Diamonds ,hard, are used to polish stone.
Yet on crowned heads they echo hope divine
That power will aid the weary and forlorn.
For monarchs act like gods incarnate now
Despotic , or the servants of their flock?
In Coronation rites they take a vow
Though atheists and cynics may each mock.
A jewel ‘s symbolic of that Love sublime
Embodied in our human flesh and and time.
Middle English calcedonie, a precious stone, from Anglo-French, from Late Latin chalcedonius,from Greek Chalkēdōn Chalcedon
chalcedony