God ate that apple

We learned a hymn in our old chapel
I  fancied then God ate that apple
I thought he sometimes sits and cries.
When  he hears about  our sins and lies.
We went to church and we all sang.
The organ played and the big bells rang.
But we never heard the answer then
till a strange loud voice called out,”Ah! Men!”
I’m not sure if  hymns were sung
Yet, what but joy can  they each bring?
The psalms will comfort us at night.
And in the dawn we see the Light.
Till we rise up and our songs float out.
The cats miaow as they run about.
The dogs join in to bark and growl.
And from the sky we hear God howl

So did we all

 

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Unmarried men with no shirts.

 

I have told my husband to stand on his own head in future.Is this wise?

No,get him to stand on his  own feet. Upright  posture is usual on the UK

He has stood  on  my nail

Buy a few more.

He has stood me up.

That’s the way he likes it?

Now he rests on his laurels daily.

Go  out and buy a bay tree.

He stood on my thumb.

Don’t keep leaving it on the floor.

He stood on my hat.

Oh,for heavens sake,buy some  armchairs.

He lies on the sofa.

Will he tell the truth on the table?

I used to teach truth tables.

Now teach humans about truth.

I can’t stand logic.

Come on,be reasonable.

I can’t lie in bed any more.

Why would you lie in bed? Is it easier than when vertical?

Even the cat walks all over me.

Fasten loofahs to his feet.

I can’t stand up for myself

Stand up for those who love you.

Those what who love me?

Ducks.As the Lord loves them.

I can’t sleep for laughing.

Don’t get hysteria.

I can’t walk all over anyone now.

Just walk on the top side of them.

I can’t keep a man.

Let him keep you.

I believe in love.

So did we all.

 

To bogart from MW

 

#Kingfisher_KinabatanganI have never heard a person in the UK say this word
Word of the Day : January 6, 2016

bogart

verb BOH-gahrt

Definition

1 : bully, intimidate

2 : to use or consume without sharing

Examples

Three of the older girls bogarted the ice cream, ignoring the other girls’ pleas for them to share.

“Cornwell disputes the group’s claim for April 19 and says it and other groups are bogarting the park by reserving Saturdays in the spring to prevent other festivals in Candler Park other than their own.” — Carla Caldwell, The Atlanta Business Chronicle, 15 Nov. 2015



Did You Know?

The legendary film actor Humphrey Bogart was known for playing a range of tough characters in a series of films throughout the 1940s and 1950s, including The Maltese Falcon,Casablanca, The African Queen, and The Treasure of the Sierra Madre. The men he portrayed often possessed a cool, hardened exterior that occasionally let forth a suggestion of romantic or idealistic sentimentality. Bogart also had a unique method of smoking cigarettes in these pictures—letting the butt dangle from his mouth without removing it until it was almost entirely consumed. Some believe that this habit inspired the current meaning of bogart, which was once limited to the phrase “Don’t bogart that joint [marijuana cigarette],” as popularized by a song on the soundtrack to the film Easy Rider, among other things. Today bogart can be applied to hogging almost anything.

No,it’s not that I don’t love you

It’s not that I don’t love you,
only that I don’t want you to become part
of my mind’s furniture
that I sometimes stumble across unknowingly in the dark.

It’s not that I don’t hate you
only that I don’t want you to become fixed
as my resident devil
who’s reponsible for all the badness in me .

It’s not that I want to become indifferent to you,
only that I want always to see you afresh
when my eyes greet yours
and not ignore you as you are often here.

It’s not even that I don’t care about you
only that I want to be unburdened
from the guilt of love
and to love freely when it’s the right time
or not at all.

It’s not that I cannot sing for you
But that I want to sing for others too
when I find my voice
and to sing my own song as the spirit moves in me,
or not at all.

It’s not that you are lacking in any way
only that I need to be alone some days
to digest all I’ve gathered
You know, I am never myself without you,
that’s all.

And it’s not as if we can’t be together
But we’ll be more fully together
when we live our own life
You know I’d never have sung my songs without you
No, never at all.

Sodden England is wetter than ever

We used to have a climate so mild

we rarely had winds that were wild

But since Christmas last

No day has gone past

Without rain hjat would drown a small child.

We wonder why England’s so wet.

Are we like old Job so be set

Exams and ordeals

Which make all of us reel…

Are good and evil beset?

Scotland wants to break right away.

And they have not much rain these days.

Are we English at last

To be punished for our past?

Not even the Pope likes to say

Why blog and is it wise?

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I see that if you are new to blogging it is recommended that you think or write about  why you are going to blog.I  am interested in that but in my case I didn’t ever plan to have a blog.That may seem strange but I was ignorant of such things.

I wanted to type my poems in order to print them and being new to the internet and computing I didn’t know how to use Word or Google docs.I decided to  use a blog but initially all my posts were private.One day I left my poem on public view by accident.Then someone put a comment on it.I was amazed.Then I decided to let others read them.So I came to it in a backwards way

While I had that blog I met some very  interesting  and talented people.Unfortunately I also got a negative reaction from someone who complained I wrote more than one post per day and also she wanted to know  more about me personally like what I did,how I felt etc not just to read my poems.As she had been ultra friendly  prior to this,I was taken aback.I had no desire to describe my breakfast or the cat being sick nor my anxiety about the  health  of those near me.Not even what kind of oven I had was of  sufficient interest to me for me to disclose it..After a while I left that blog platform.I tried various places.

I  began taking photos and writing short stories and humorous pieces.Sometimes I wonder if I should have  moved to a poetry website instead because that is my main interest.But when I had viral pneumonia and could not  lie down  for many weeks I found writing and  reading what others wrote helped me.On the other hand it was a mistake to show I was on line far more.You can guess why.I am not paranoid but people do note these things for their use.

have found some fascinating blogs and also been struck by how much people want to learn either to help their writing or just out of a natural desire.I believe you can keep learning all your life if you make  some effort.I n my case it’s not an effort but writing prose seems to tire me.

One thing we have to realise is that we may get great pleasure out of writing a poem  but that does not mean the poem is a good one objectively.We  ideally have to  imagine how it comes across to others.We can ask for criticism.I can tell when one poem is better than another and I notice those  of mine I think good get more views.

Writing is like exercise.One needs to keep doing it just as we do if we wish to learn to draw or to cook.We should start with something simple and then move on as we get more practised.If I write every day I get more ideas.Not while I am here but when I am out for a walk.Often it is like    the  line of  a song going through my head.If I had a guitar I’d probably write mainly  songs not poems.

Until I began writing I didn’t realise I had a sense of humour.But also writing can bring up painful emotions.[See The Expert guide to poetry writing by Fiona Sampson]

So writing a blog can teach you a lot.But be wary.One site for posting  poetry  had adult content by default and when I asked them if that was a good idea, someone put a notice on a publlic forum saying I was a whore.Luckily I did not use my real name and I’d only just joined so not much of mine was there.I deleted it.

Remember you are not here just to satisfy other people’s desires and do not let flattery go to your head.And don’t give dishonest comments to win the friendship of others.If you “like ”  everything then it becomes meaningless.

Another question you need too ask yourself is:Am I doing what I intended?And if not,Am I happy with what I am writing?I didn’t plan to put media on my blog but again by accident I bought a  phone with a camera on it and so began photography.I also discovered digital art tools.I am happy to continue.But if I don’t spend enough time writing poetry because I have been seduced into reading lots of blogs or seduced into writing what gets more readers thus aiming  more at what is popular then it is bad for me.Popularity alone is not a sensible way for writers.Unless you can write a best seller,give up your day job and then write what you feel tou are called to write.But who would have thought sado-masochism  like 50 Shades of Grey would outsell everything?So some of us may never guess what will sell.Don’t spend your time on earth writing like that as I think it is worrying  to make that type of book seem a good idea.Even though people want to read it.What’s wrong with fantasy?

 

I still don’t know enough about Codes and about layoaut of images.

The few lines below came into my head one day.I like them.

Apples

Random apples

fall silently

on unknown Newtons.

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