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
My husband has a rubber face,
He’s from a subgroup of the human race.
Some men have faces fixed and set;
My husband’s face is not like that.
He imitates our politicians,
Just like Rory Bremner can.
Though he has no wig or hair piece,
He can look like anyone.
Some nights I waken for I’m laughing
While I am in the depths of sleep.
I am dreaming of his mobile features,
Contorted to a different shape.
He is skilled at telling jokes.
And he loves a good cartoon.
If I ‘m feeling dark and desperate
He will help me up again.
He has a rather noble visage.
He gets attention he abhors.
In the bar on King’s Cross Station—
I was asked was he a Lord!
He’s a Lord of Fun and Humour.
He’s a Lord at Listening Well.
He’s unique, but so are you,
And all creatures that on earth do dwell
Oh, je vois si doux de l’listening..he loup ou est-il mentale?
Oh, Ah, kerbumplof.
Cris, demandant compagnon
Bang mon âme
Dans ta chambre
Ker pluf
Thor.War
Tempêtes de la foudre
Vous Hail
AAAAAAhhhhhhhhh
Moi, oh, moi oh, m’a coincé ici dans mon sillon
Donnez-moi des chocs électriques, le treatment.Sulk silencieuse pour moi, s’il vous plaît, en Argentine.
Screech, crier, je sentais que vous regarder.
Touchez-moi avec une plume
Saupoudrez-moi!
Glou!
Je vois les guêpes autour de votre manteau
Ils vous prennent dans les bras et le PIN de votre cou
Bong!
Ne pas cocme près de moi à nouveau
loups ne sont pas
Eh bien venir!
Je soupire pour mein Mutter
elle est cinglée,
prononcer
Sanglot
Crier
cauchemar
Bruit sourd!
Tu me deteste!
Ne jamais appeler à nouveau lorsque vous êtes déjà ici
Vous n’êtes pas les bienvenus.
Je ferme ma porte
sur le démarrage de votre pied
Oh oui.
Le tonnerre et la foudre
Rentre à la maison maintenant
Ceci est un poème plus susceptibles
mal conçu
Aigle vole pendant que je suis
Tomber une montagne …
Éboulis combustion.
Je ne veux plus jamais vous revoir, babe.My canard.
S’il vous plaît être un amour et laisser me.Cheers
Voilà ok.I vous comprends.
Asp, halètement
Par bot voler!
Pas de bruit
Aucune Dach
gémissement sunds.
Il est temps pour mon thé et biscuits
Je cuisinais deux fois
mais vous étiez
ab ab Un aahaa absent aaab aa
envoyé!
Non non Non
Je ne peux pas vous croire!
Couper cette chaîne et laissez tout sortir à nouveau
Oh, bloggers.Go au lit
Maintenant
Comment
Mein eschreitschzung.Flightschzung.Nachtschzung
blung.blung
efface-moi
Je suis une tache d’encre.
Je veux vos doigts, si propre et courbe
Je vais vous marque et vous donne devoirs
Och, aye
Il est bien venu
Crooner pièges à souris
Voir Rockefeller
abandonner et
Apportez un sac de plath de Sylvia
brouillon.
savait-elle?
At-elle k maintenant?
At-elle la sueur
Coup?
Thud.My ciel est tombé sur l’étang
Ne pas fumer près de moi
Je vais me brûle
Car je vous hais
Ou tout simplement envie votre chapeau et un E pour
platitude
Droom, droom
Dee
Sac
punaise
Ted est allé au lit
où il a passé sa lune de miel
avec une autre femme
Pas avec le second
Mathilda
Ça nous a tous fini au large
Brang.Blong
Eschreitchzung
Fleightschztung
Herr Meightschrung!
She’s enthralled with bows of holly.
Tra la etc
She’s no reason for her folly.
Flaunts she now her queer apparel
Whilst she haunts the old beer barrel
Tra lalalalalala

Critique:
1 Rhyming verse is old fashioned and unpublishable.You need to be destructured and derrida-ised and also deodorised.
2 How can you tie a bow with a holly branch.They prick.So non-realistic but not quite making it to the world of truly surreal fantasy.This line inhabits a world of its own with no particular attraction to most human beings ,who prefer to live with live beings ,not isolated, meaningless, confused and curmudgeonly lines from amateur poets manque.
3.It may be politically incorrect.That may not concern some people but we must keep up to date.If you wish to be non PC make that plain but without stating it transparently.Study some government reports
4.How can a living person haunt anyone? Are you following me on Twitter or down the road?Are you suffering from OCD and if so are you in treatment or just making the most of it?Count your blessings or sheep.Knock,knock.
5.Women don’t like beer much unless they are sculptors and even then it makes one pee too much.The toilets in Aldeburgh are awful I do agree though that beer does transcend gender in the manner Lacan described in E-creatures.Foucault began this tendency as being French he drank wine in bed and wrote on his knees.What with we don’t know.But if you imitate them you will never beget a degree even in hand writing

I am afraid I have to fail you and I don’t know if you could do better.How about moving to finger painting next term?
Was this Earth designed for life or death,
When wired up cheetahs surf the desert sands
Seeking prey to stave off hunger’s wrath?
This hunt’s repeated over all our lands.
And in deep sea of green we find the curse
Of being pursuer or of becoming prey.
Blood in water looks to me much worse
Yet God requires that we should kneel and pray
Rare flowers can snatch and eat the striped bee
Programmed by genes to fertilize and feed.
I grieve a fierce and violent God exacts a fee.
Even loves to see his creatures as they bleed.
Nature soothes our souls when life’s all green.
Yet tiger springs and cares not when we scream
The human who does not read good books has no advantage over those who cannot read them.
He was always very adamant
He could not change his mind
So I soaked his head in old red wine
Because I am so kind.
When he woke up he looked the same
But he spoke so tenderly:
You may have tricked some other guys.
But you ain’t trickin’ me.
I said I knew no other men;
He was my heart’s desire.
He threw his water glass at me
And said I was a liar.
So then I realised with dread,
My love was utter folly.
I gave him 20 English pounds
To buy himself a lolly.
Adamantine’s good for jewels
But not for picking men.
I shall learn my lesson now.
Pray I’ll never sin again.

“Lampard and Pirlo have been adamantine, but even Lampard fell prey to injury this past season.” — Rafael Noboa y Rivera, The Hudson River Blue, 17 June 2015
Test Your Memory: Fill in the blank in this sentence from our November 22nd Word of the Day: “The explosion of a supernova leaves behind a ______ from which, upon cooling, new stars and planets may develop.”The answer is …
Source: What do you know about life
He whom once I loved I now do hateHis words and actions shared a harsh disdainRefusing to allow this bitter fateMy boundaries now exclude his bleak terrain.To win me, he displayed a tender care;with courtesy and flattery he disarmed.Then when my heart was opened up and bare.he suddenly removed his wondrous charm.His harshness ,rigid mind and steely heartShowed him a terrorist in my own sweet lands;For, suddenly, our love he broke apartAnd empty was my once outstretched hand.Beware of charm and love bestowed too soonOr you may likewise suffer dread and do
The holly stands,
still as a candle;
Lights the winter dark with roses.
A still white cloud hangs over
Its mirror flashes low sun
A cat stands,puzzled paw held up;
God’s marionette.
A worm surfaces
Do they have eyes?
Bless my soul
C J Stone has written for the Guardian and other newspapers and journals.I find his writing useful and stimulating.He gives a lot of links to other sites where you can fill thegaps in your knowledge.
Extract:
I’m getting very tired of the division of the world into “right wing” and “left wing”. It seems to me to be a false dichotomy.
In fact if you listen to the average person, they usually hold a wide variety of views reaching right across the political spectrum.
Often they are anti-immigration (a right wing position) but at the same time they are also quite likely to be sceptical of government propaganda and as vehemently opposed to British participation in foreign adventures in the Middle East as any member of the SWP.
In fact it is entirely possible to hold two entirely contradictory ideas in your head at the same time.
William Blake said: “Do what you will, this world’s a fiction and is made of contradiction.”
I always agree with William Blake.
Source: Left wing vs right wing by Chris Stone
Walking through the graveyard
See the beauty of the church
Built by conquering Normans
On a stone a robin’s perched.
The sun is setting kindly
Ancient brick walls glow.
Wild wallflowers decorate them
After winter snow.
Reminds me of Lyme Regis
and of Beer in Devon.
Cliffs with fossils bedded in;
that’s my kind of heaven.
Not a room of holy saints
All feeling satisfied
They have got their just desserts.
As sinners hands are tied.
For Jesus mixed with publicans,
With the lost and whores.
Self satisfaction’s hard to take
As keeping ancient scores.
Jesus was a man,you know.
God needs no more death.
The bones from all these churchyards
Are enough cover for the earth.
We can see the liberal notions
Of progress are an error.
Only useless things increase
Which can’t disguise our terror.
We don’t need belief in God
To recognise the wise.
Orient , oh agnus dei,
Killed by western lies.
Oh, in the churchyard nowadays
They have no wooden bench.
Cripples cannot have a rest
On bed of homeless wretch.
I sat down on a marble stone
And looked at magic trees.
Where are those lost green men
Whose worship never ceased.
“Local engineers knew even during construction that the canal upgrade was a bit of a jackleg job.” — Christopher Cooper and Robert Block,Disaster, 2006
Have you ever bought something from Amazon and then received an email addressing you personally by your first name?I got one last week asking if Word could be used on a very small Windows computer.Now,if you get a message like
Kate,Someone wants your help about this computer you have bought.Please come to Amazon and see what they are saying.
Then,you feel as if a real person is speaking to you.That is part of the art of catching you.At such times I remind myself it is generated by a macchine which cannot have any knowledge of me.
If you feel it’s a person you are more likely to answer,I think.That is their trick.Of course if you have time you may like to answer the query.
Now,look at this another way.You get comments on your blog.Maybe you have only been doing it for a year or less and you have a naive trust in human beings…..
When a person asks for your email address claiming private messages are not a good method for communication then you may give it to them and be rewarded with admiration or even “love”
At such a time it’s a good idea to tell yurself that this may be a computer not a human being,or it’s a human being using similar methods to the ones used by the people who wrote the Amazon programmes as I described above….
It’s very easy to learn the art of persuasion.Freuds’s nephew was one of the first to use such methods in aid of business.
I can almost recall his name!Edward Bernays..
And most misleading is the person who has a very pleasant even charming persona.What they are like in the flesh, we don’t know and never will.
Perhaps people who come over as a mixture of good and bad are easier to understand as we all have faults and flaws as well as virtues.No human is perfect.So they may be safer as friends,ironically.
There are some men in the USA who have become famous for writing books on Meditation and Eastern religious practices.. whose private family lives/marriages are really cruel and unpleasant.I won’t name them here…You can look online.They also may be tempted by devotees rather like the Beatles were and it’s not easy to resist temptation.
Next time someone admires and compliments you online,remind they may just be a computer…a very nice computer,of course.
But like Amazon they want something from you.And like babies they may have tantrums when you don’t do exactly what they demand.
Come back to me,my sweetheart
Don’t leave me all alone.
Come back to me,my darling
I can’t believe you’ve gone.
I’m crying ‘cos I’m feeling blue again.
I’m crying’cos I’m falling like a stone.
Oh, let me tempt you with my beauty
And my voice forever young.
Let me tempt you with my spirit
My laughter and my songs.
I’m crying ‘cos I never did you wrong.
I’m crying ‘cos with you I do belong.
I thought maybe I’d follow,
To see where you have gone
But there’s a hand upon this tiller
That is not mine alone.
I’m crying ‘cos I wrote this old blue song.
I’m crying ‘cos we’ve been apart too long.
The hand upon my tiller
The mystery of the dark
The unknown one who lives in me
And sings like a skylark.
I’m singing ‘cos I wrote you a new song.
I’m singing ‘cos with music we belong.
From the banal to the dreadful
books for sale
tidy my closet
read Straw Dogs
watch the BBC appeal
for amateur photographers videos
of Leytonstone.
Buy gifts for Xmas
Give money to the Red Cross
From my narcissistic needs
To my selfless generosity.
At which point does my compass stop?

Kona Charity Run:I can supply them!!
I didn’t look at “Recommneded for you” for a long time but when I did I found it is based on MORE.MORE AND MORE.
Now sometimes that is useful as when you look for a book on a certain topic.But even when you have just purchased 50 pairs of men’s underpants which is clearly enough for any husband,every time you look the computer is suggesting more similar ones.And it can be painful when your husband doesn’t need them any more.
[You can click on Improve your Recommendations and then choose items to eliminate.]
But it seems like a parable for modern life.That we never have enough of anything and always want more.
I bought a pan.I have a small kitchen so can’t store lots and in any case nobody needs more and more milkpans.However Amazon have not bothered to write a programme whicj can differentiate between books or music that one might want more of and underpants,vests,pans,cutlery etc.It must be possible to eliminate at least some of these.
Watching televisions is not hard
They can’t walk.
Talk ok and take your views
Of the News.
Flat ones can’t have a plant on top
alongside the wooden birds
I preferred
As I say,I keep my eye on it.
Watch it secretly when no-one is here
Or near
I’m waiting for it to speak its real words.
Or to ask me a question.
Who are you?
Why do you watch me?
Have you no shame?
If a television could speak
We wouldn’t be able to understand what’s sad about it.
Look at this