I don’t like this  new word cachexic

It has  more than a hint of the toxic

Yet is Greek

So we must speak

And practise until we all rock ,chick.

I am the opposite of what I once was

I think I’ve been washed in some Daz.

I’m so pale I’m translucent

But not  yet indecent.

I’m grateful  for all that me has.

Cachelocks are a new  type of safe.

You put your laptop in a brace.

Then you swear and you curse

And rattle a hearse.

I suggest then to hide that red face

Cachelicks are followers of  God

Who forgot how to spell, as they trod

Grapes and wild cherries

And other black berries.

And for them it was a sin to say,Sod.

Catlicks was a term of abuse

To us children who walked  from our house.

It was Belfast in miniature…

No bagpipes in the furniture.

I sometimes felt like a black louse.

For I had a friend who was Other.

They were Methodists from near  the river.

So I had to hide my religion

From even their pigeon.

I felt all the time in a state or a dither.

For I did not know what would deceive

Indeed not even what would please.

So I went stiff all over

I shrank into the sofa.

And my Lord was I happy to leave!

I suppose now I’d not give a toss.

Ignoring me was their loss.

I am both blonde and wise

And have two blue eyes.

Though my face can go red when I’m cross.

My skin is too thin ,so I’m told

And my nerves are much larger and bold.

So I feel everything double

When there is real trouble.

Indeed it need only be cold

Email can be formal if we choose

But as time rattles on we all use

More informal manners

And dress in pajamas.

Soon they’ll be  nude  while  declaiming the  News.

Acronyms and short words abound.

If we spoke like that,how would it sound?

CU soon,lover

DNB another.

How can we be sure if we’re around?

50 per cent or more

of the world’s

surface is cheeta,

the fastest   desert

or grassland  on earth

The  animal

is a hunter

but while Xtians think,

only for a few seconds,

can she tap her top speed?

So eat each other before nightall

I wonder  animals did not

maintain  the  tactics

and planning  of

their designer.

He lets us cook in the bush

As he simmers.

He’s hot!

Matthew,Mark,Luke and John

Go and put the kettle on.

Job needs comfort,there’s no beer.

Tell him  tea is  wet and clear,

Jacob grasped his brother’s heel.

Let’s see  if this tea will heal.

Sibling troubles,concubines

All were sinners all were signs.

Matthew,Mark or Luke have gone

Let’s all read  our book by John

Paul   contrived  Christianity

Instead he should have stuck to tea.

Jesus said  ,no  sacrifice.

Just drink your tea and behave nice.

That give Judas is idea

The perfect offering stood quite near.

Jews were scandalised and how!

God  said of Isaac,no,no no !

Yet Christians say  human sacrifice

Was God’s desire for Jesus Christ.

Are we going backwards when

We kill the Christ,again,again?

I was  planning to go to the church

But my belief in God’s son ‘s in the lurch.

I feel very weak

And also can’t speak.

Ah,see the sun shine on those silver birch.

Auschwitz was surrounded by  birch.

The  guards   mostly went to their church.

They swallowed the Host

By the hell of the lost.

Leave me now,don’t try to  preach.

The ghosts of those people are here.

The world tosses us into that sphere.

Why not bomb more

Until we are sure

The ghosts are aungmented  this year.

I had an admirer  last year

In the bus queue at me he did stare.

Beautiful eyes

He said ,very nice.

He was lonesome  and loved women fair.

Later he said,beautiful lady.

Don’t worry, it was nothing shady.

He was Greek,don’t you see

And he was lonely for me.

His wife had just died on that Mayday.

Some relations believe I have a queue

Of admirers who  wait for a cue.

But it’s all fantasy

Because,don’t you see

About romance I have no clue.

Yet if a man wants a cripple

Who can see with one eye,  and that’s subtle.

Send me your details,

Your  phone and your email;

But you need to be extra supple.

I prefer men with noses quite big

And I blush to admit,love a cig.

For my daddy smoked

And the smell  filled his coat.

So it turns me on  my wooden leg.

Unqueued colours  assaulting each other

When people complain about “foreigners” living here [ who may be British citizens BTW] one of the things they often mention is that foreigners don’t know how to queue.We queue  for buses,,taxisin shops and banks and we all know how to do it.

You must not push,shove or even touch someone else.As a matter of fact touching someone against their will is common assault.. a crime unless it’s your  spouse when it’s considered ok… or was till recently.

People stand in the order they arrive in.Late comers go to  the end.If you don’t  people get agitated unless you say,

I’m terribly sorry but I have severe pain in my legs.Could I possibly sit on that seat .I know I am pushing in but I won’t get onto the bus until it’s my turn.Thank you so much.You are so kind.

Then they will be happy to let you in.

If you visit the UK then this will help you…queueing  the British hobby and habit.Fair play and all that.

Inside my mind I dream of  pearls,
Caterpillars,snails with   whorls.
I dream contented, all enwrapped;
With reverie and dream I’m lapped.
The inner seas will comfort me,
While gods help these,my eyes, to see

Oh,sweeter than confectionery
Is my  Oxford diction’ry.
The words whirl round  then fall to shape
The sentences which my world make.
This furnishing is rich and strange
Yet magically self arranged.

Oh,sweeter than the love of man
Is reading works of poets long gone;
Feeling deeply their dark tides .
Upon which our boat may glide.
The sea infinite we float upon
Is the same sea the ancients swam..

Sweeter still is the spring air
And the blossom spreading fair.
We’ll drown our selves in grassy fields
To the gods of poetry yield.
We’ll rise again and spring up tall
To grow more rich until we fall.

Old man,bending over,
arched like a fallen moon
in a dark lilac  winter sky.
joy and pain wrestle my heart across the emptiness
and toss it up like a damp rocket
to fall in a hidden corner where mice live.
Would that not be a good ending,to be dust
to these little creatures nesting
in my chewed green twine and my tartan basket?
They have eyes and shiver in my hand when I rescue them
from the cat…
as any heart might.
Now night falls on the newspaper basket
where the damp Times and the Guardian mix into glue
and tomorrow the sun will rise;
it will just be the garbage
with no poetic undertones nor deathly hushes..
Heather and a silver light
you stand on a hill top like a god
looking over his domain.
Strong and now weak
it’s the human condition
Everlasting life is too dangerous for us.
Silent,motionless,home of beetles
bit by bit we fall away
into the mother soil
with cracked jugs and dropped coins
for a future academic to dig into.
Transparent hand touches me.
Whose might it be but yours?

Oliver Sacks.. part of a biography

Dwarfs vs. dwarves

Doctor I’ve got logghoreah

I feel worn out but I’m  still here.

Can you give me a blue pill,

As those bright green ones made me ill.

Oh,dear lady,I can teach you

If the subject’s not taboo.

If you keep your lips quite still

You ‘ll feel much better,I can tell.

Doctor,how can I  keep quiet?

Do you offer any diet?

Which sentences are too contrived;

Can you keep my brain alive?

Never use an old cliche;

From the ancient,go astray.

Keep you thoughts inside your head.

If  you can’t,then go to bed.

Doctor I am not Herr Freud

Yet I see  my well trod road.

I  seem to always want a man.

And in my bed I can fit one.

Yes I see you often mention

How your body needs attention.

You need love and so do I

But it’s evil if we try.

Talking ‘s a defence   of sorts

Used by folk  to control thoughts.

Intellectual word  excess

Is your device for happiness.

Yet it does not help your body

To keep on giving testimony.

So throw away your head,my dear

Love a man and lose that fear.

I don’t know that many men;

Maybe  I   count nine or ten.

Yet I fear they may use me

Merely as the maid at tea.

They may want  me to boil their hankies

When what I need is hanky panky.

How can I convert old boys

To make kleenex  tissues their first choice?

We don’t learn that when we’re training;

Nor cure depression when it’s raining.

We will have to run a trial.

Drink the oil from this small vial.

What will this oil do to me??

I really need a cup of tea.

Will it increase my libido

I shall not take it if that’s so.

Why don’t you trust me,my dear lady.

Do you think I’m a bit shady?

Well,you’re right,we men are lonely

And we look for ladies homely.

Surely you’ve got one  somewhere else.

Doctor’s need them for their health.

Yes, but I prefer your form.

How do you like my nice green lawn?

I prefer a sandy desert.

Lawns are so so last resort

Still we’re here so let’s commence.

I have  only got  five pence.

We have love so do not worry

Do not be in such a hurry

Catholics can’t have concubines

Yet God made them by design.

We must have missed some useful clue

Bow down  in worship of my shoe.

When we can afford a pair.

Then I’ll marry not just stare!

Welcome to the International House of Logorrhea, a free online dictionary of weird words and unusual words to help enhance your vocabulary. The IHL is a component of The Phrontistery, which has many ot

If you recall dreams it can be helpful.If I dream  of injured cats it means I am in a bad way  whereas happy cats mean I am ok inside.

For 3 months I dreamed I was with my husband in a strange place trying to find the car park to get into the car so we could get home.But every corner we turned only gave us yet another unknown road.He was holding my hand and seemed very anxious.

I have read a few books written by widows and I felt a bit ashamed as I did not  throw myself onto my husband and scream and cry  before or after he died.I felt it was my job to help him to go.The doctor said I was too fragile but I feel it was much better for me to be with him.I held his hand.Then the  nurses got more blankets as he grew colder.I fed him a little  by playing a game…1 2 3  open the door.He  opened his mouth and ate some fish.I thought madly,is he getting better, but he was just being “good” for me and maybe his mother.Some days he thought I was his mother but I never said anything.It got hard when he asked me where I spent my  honeymoon..I said I couldn’t remember.He also seemed very puzzled why I had not married again.He clearly thought I was very attractive… more so than when I was myself,I think!!Still,a bit late for all that.

I felt no fear until after he died.I sat there for 2 hours.I got up and I confess the thought of coming home was truly horrible.Suddenly my sisrer appeared.As she lives 200 miles away I was astounded.She hates motorways but some instinct made her come even though she didn’;t know just how bad he was.He was dead by then but she asked to sit with him alone to pray.It was very brave of her  because after 2.5 hours he was  very white and looked  odd.She advised me not to see his body again.To me he had gone… like a bird flying away.

My nephew and niece came and sitting drinking tea with them was good because I think I had gone almost too far into the valley of the shadow of death and was unsure what to do or how to leave it..They looked so full of vitality it helped me  a lot.

Although I am glad I helped him it still hurts a lot but the dreams give me hope.They are changing now to being about my mother.

BTW I have promised not to remarry just yet.As my mother said,Chance would be a fine thing.

While I was borning,Lizzie was dying.

Dad lost his sister and got me instead.

On that Wednesday when my life was dawning

He was nearly out of his head.

Joseph  at nine had the measles bad.

James got lost at the Somme, poor lad.

They died and  left their Mother sad.

But she clung  more tightly onto their Dad.

Father died of Spanish flu.

Oh,Lord  Yehoshua,what shall we do?

She took to the bottle to help her through.

Whilst she screamed with the cat in a piteous mew.

You still have Gilbert and young Willy

Be off said Mother,don’t be silly.

How about Lizzie and Nellie and Bert?

Oh,cried Mother,how I do hurt.

You still have Albert and Mary Alice.

Prince Albert built a Crystal Palace.

Go away,Mother said,with malice.

Turned away from Church and Chalice.

You’ve still got Agnes and  Nellie the last.

But Mother’s childbearing days were  her  best

And at last in 41 she passed.

WW2 was too great a test.

Lizzie died in 45

Her daughter Annie an artist live

Ran away and no letter arrived.

I was born  and still I thrive

Lizzie’s grandaughter ,called Kathleen

Now an artist  in Harrogate Green.

My daddy  painted  his words in gold

Yehoshua died to  save our souls.

Top young sign writer in Great Britain.

By his curls our Ma was smitten.

By his  songs and what he’s written

She took him in and here I’m sitting

I have to get my hair dyed  blonde

Put radiant serum on my face;

My nails need varnish like this chair

Right now they are a deep disgrace.

My feet are hidden by my boots.

I washed my neck and cleaned my teeth.

The cat is here and torments me

He wants to go to Hampstead Heath

Like men he doesn’t understand

Being female  makes demands.

Yet also, on the other hand,

I could change gender by command.

Then I could cut  all my hair off

Go to bed , be cleanserless.

Look awful when I’m feeling rough

Get praised for signs of tenderness.

Yet I would have to compete then

And fight off lots of other men.

And being shy is tough as when

A woman ignores you and your pen.

And even if one succumbs to charm

And lies all beauteous in your arms

You must be careful to keep calm

Seem manful when you feel alarm,

If  she’s  had lovers  forty six,

Does she expect you’ll know their tricks?

Or will   you find that you just click

All she wants is a face lick.

For you can cleanse her make up off

Is it poison, is it tough?

Look at her big powder puff.

Don’t inhale,it isn’t  snuff.

The strangeness of this form of verse

While it helps one to converse

It’s hard to end when it gets worse

And hence I must be very terse.

Painful feelings are best suffered consciously until they go away of their own accord.

Julia Segal

https://juliasegal.wordpress.com/publications-list/

I passed for gray until I had a bath.

I’d like to say thank you because  I have had readers from 63 different countries this year.I am very pleased that  my writing  and images appeals to more than just my UK friends.My biggest source is the USA and  that is a big nation…but I have Finland,Qatar,Israel and Burma.I am hoping to continue next year.

http://www.wsj.com/articles/the-lost-meanings-of-biblical-names-1449245837

Names in the Bible can carry the essence of a story. The patriarchs’ names often reflect key moments in their lives, like their births or their encounters with God. By naming her son Isaac (in Hebrew Yitzhak, from tzchok, or “laughter”), Sarah memorializes her mirth at the improbable idea of having a son at 90. But in English, Sarah’s famous laughter can’t be heard in Isaac’s name.