Day: December 18, 2015

Waxy flowers in the snow

 

Waxy flowers poking through
Snow so white
Flowers bright.
Made me think of you.

I see once more your light  brown hair,
Soft as snow,
On pillow.
Now my bed is bleak and bare

,
Face alight,flower to sun,
I loved you.
Love so true.
Fear by love,overcome.

Cyclamen in the snow,
Pink and red,
Now frozen,dead.
Love was,oh,so long ago.

But never gone from in my mind.
Thoughts so deep,
Upwards seep.
Love was gentle,love was kind,
Always in my mind

Christmas

Too old for cold,I stand, now ,against the hedge,
Watching the snowflakes in the glare of neon street lights.
Darkness has come early,and I think of country uplands and huddled sheep.
On Salisbury Plain,shepherds watched their flocks
Just as in Bethlehem two thousand years before,
And then,exactly when?
“Between the wars”,it stopped. Now we know there is no “Between the wars”.
And who decided
To cull the sheep and shepherds and the space for kindness ?
Now that same Plain still exists,but banned
And closed to human-kind,
For bombs ,not wombs
Nor for birth of lamb ,nor gypsy child ,nor Saviour
Where would He go today

The poetry foundation’s staff book picks 2015

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Nice to see this happy little family

 

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I’m so exceedingly over incorrect

I’m  so  exceedingly  over  incorrect

politically;what do you expect?

My kitchen’s not fitted

I don’t want it gutted

I am not going to be one of the Elect

 

I am not au fait with decor

I have never re- decorated before.

We had a new flat

And a  Tottenham tom cat

What woman could ask   her husband for  more?

 

It’s Christmas and I am alone

But my husband is visiting this room

I heard his slight cough

And that was enough

I asked him was he worried  by my moans?

 

I am feeling a little unwell

He looked down from heaven and could tell.

So he’s come for a permission

To abide by the decision

God made when my man was so ill.

 

I told him I have  got some new friends

Who read my poems  right to the end.

I hope that I amuse

And also bemuse.

As it stops me from going round the bend.

 

I said he can stay here and watch

As I sew up my skirt with a patch.

The moths were  so vicious

They made holes in my knickers.

Yet somehow they still seem to match.

 

I know he is there by the door;

Because he has been here before.

I don’t turn my head

Because he is dead.

Yet he  often-times crosses the floor.

 

I miss him,I miss him, I do.

How to live on, I don’t have a clue.

I am here writing  stories

And studying mores.

So I wish he could polish my shoe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Agnostic; the etmology

agnostic (n.) Look up agnostic at Dictionary.com1870, “one who professes that the existence of a First Cause and the essential nature of things are not and cannot be known” [Klein]; coined by T.H. Huxley (1825-1895), supposedly in September 1869, from Greek agnostos “unknown, unknowable,” from a- “not” + gnostos “(to be) known” (see gnostic). Sometimes said to be a reference to Paul’s mention of the altar to “the Unknown God,” but according to Huxley it was coined with reference to the early Church movement known as Gnosticism (see Gnostic).

I … invented what I conceived to be the appropriate title of ‘agnostic,’ … antithetic to the ‘Gnostic’ of Church history who professed to know so much about the very things of which I was ignorant. [T.H. Huxley, “Science and Christian Tradition,” 1889]

The adjective is first recorded 1878

 

The body’s own soul is the face

I was once an  outspoken agnostic

My harsh words could sound frightfully caustic

But I saw the light

Turn green in my sight.

So I repaired my own soul with some bostick [glue sold in UK]

 

The body’s own soul is the face

Which often is lit up with grace.

So   I am  gentle when gazing

On  you when embracing.

And take care in your sweet sacred space.

 

Agnostic:the etymology

FROM  ONLINE ETYMOLOGICAL DICTIONARY

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agnostic (n.) Look up agnostic at Dictionary.com1870, “one who professes that the existence of a First Cause and the essential nature of things are not and cannot be known” [Klein]; coined by T.H. Huxley (1825-1895), supposedly in September 1869, from Greek agnostos “unknown, unknowable,” from a- “not” + gnostos “(to be) known” (see gnostic). Sometimes said to be a reference to Paul’s mention of the altar to “the Unknown God,” but according to Huxley it was coined with reference to the early Church movement known as Gnosticism (see Gnostic).

I … invented what I conceived to be the appropriate title of ‘agnostic,’ … antithetic to the ‘Gnostic’ of Church history who professed to know so much about the very things of which I was ignorant. [T.H. Huxley, “Science and Christian Tradition,” 1889]

The adjective is first recorded 1878