Day: January 16, 2016

Each day I fall to pieces

Each day I fall into pieces;
Sometimes just one or two..
I gaze  upon them gently;
Wonder what to do.Whilst I’m fast asleep
My dreamer guide will come;
And in a few short hours
I will again be one.

Sometimes  dreams are frightening
Sometimes beautiful.
Sometimes they  are warm with  love;
Sometimes  I dream of Hull.

If whilst I am  still awake,
I have acknowledged hate
The dreams  that night seem full of joy.
And then I meditate.

When we feel our badness
And open our soul up.
Along may come some angel
With a loving cup.

When we feel superior
And others are despised
We get dreams  of torment
Till we become more wise.

Dreams are our souls’ language.
Symbols convey the real.
We enact these dramas
To show us how to feel.

Inside us there is wisdom.
Inside us there is joy.
But we  need humility
To show us where to go.

 

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Note:I dream of Hull because Philip Larkin ,the poet,lived there and also I have crossed the Humber on a ferry in midwinter

Anguish in life

Nowadays it  can seem as i anguish should not be tolerated.instead we can relabel it as depression and get  it treated or simply take to drink or other  means of blotting out reality and its pains.The idea that we ought never to feel anguish,grief and anxiety can make it much harder to bear the emotions.There is a struggle within us.Yet imagine if Jesus had said in Gethsemene,I need some antidepressants.He was afraid and begged God for help.Then he was tried and executed.To call his suffering  anguish would be  an understatement.
I  don’t expect we go through such intense suffering here in the West though people are committing suicide frequently.But if we do often others are critical.My friend Rose lost her mother and after 6 months  of grief her husband said she needed therapy.That is,I imagine,because other people don;t like to see us suffer as it upsets them.
Yet none of us is exempt from pain.And that makes me believe that our answer is in helping each other.Therapy may help us but bereavement is a normal part of life.The depressed feeling and sorrow tie us down so that we can use our energy  internally to redraw the maps in our mind which guide us to and through our world.
 

Otorhinolaryngologist

http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style

 

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One user, going for a word largely on the basis of its length, suggests this medical term for an ear-, nose- and throat-doctor.

But, as another points out, “that one looks like a beast, but once you break it down, it’s pretty easy to say”.

User THLycanthrope says: “Once you know what it is, it’s much easier. “oto-rhino-laryng-ologist” is literally “ear-nose-throat-scientist”

 

From the Independent Newspaper : hard words to pronounce

My immune system’s distracted

I am afflicted by a malady  once more

So, with   King Alfred, I lounge on the floor.

My immune system’s distracted;

My kidneys uncorrected

I never heard such complaining before .

 

Alfred has gone home for his tea

But no-one is here to feed me

My appetite is gone

And empty my pan

How can  such misfortune be?

 

Bereavement is  a  truly great trauma

One might say, it’s a personal tsunami

i  could commit suttee

and burn  my own bootie.

But my religion says it  don’t allow me

 

Yet who wants me  at this stage ,do you think?

I ponder whilst opening the Quink.

Alfred’s my lone lover

Men never bother

.A tear fills my eye and I blink.

 

Shall I  merchandise    myself in   Soulmates?

Will  men flinch when  they come to my gate

As I hobble to the door

Saying,Wittgenstein,more?

Is the  Tractatus , as a  poem ,out of date?

 

i can just see the Guardian blind dates

Pairing me with a man called by fate

To rate me out of ten,

After stealing my pen

And posting my photo on “Late”

 

Or for political correctness a female

Denim dungarees are   on  sale

I’ll look lovely in those

from my hammer to my toes.

I just hope the  Great Judge gives me bail.

 

 

Perhaps I can become a third sex

A phallus grafted onto my vest.

So I will suit either/ or

Who may love and adore

My eyes which appear singularly  blesssed

 

Now I have to confess being re-covered

Would suit me quite well as ‘i have suffered

Pain from my skin

Exceptionally thin

I wonder  if one can also be re-mothered?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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New China

Since you died,I’ve got a new pan

And eight china mugs

With

William Morris designs

on them

Because the old ones have disappeared

Or broken.

I wish you could see the new chair.

I look at it,

Coral red.

I am ill again.

Illness is said to be common in

“The bereaved.”

I wonder, when I will get better.

Better.Bitter.

Every day a little change occurs so

this is not the home you left.

I don’t know if I have even begun to grieve yet.

The shock of human betrayal took my mind away.

The sun shines but a frost bit the plants

I know how they feel.

I think.

Frost or fire?

 

 

He said,you’re pre-well

I went to the doctor, he said I’d pre-flu.
I said “My dear doctor what shall I do?”
Next time I went, he said “It’s pre- shock.”
And then I had pre measles,pre mumps and pre-pox
I ran to the doctor,he said ” You’re pre-well”
I said “Are you sure it’s not just a pre-quel?”
Next time I turned up,he’d gone out for a walk
It’s hard for a doctor who wants to pre-talk.
I went to the optician, who said I’m pre-blind
I thanked him for being so intensely unkind.
I went back to the doctor,and these words I said
“I’m pre -blind, pre-deaf,pre-ill and pre-dead!

I eat spam, and google then

I love you and you love me!
Believer!
Where on earth should I be?
Whenever.
I blocked cookies all my life
If you want one,ask the wife.
I eat spam, and google then,
I begin all over again.
whatever.
I ban websites for a living
But my wife is very forgiving,
Men ever!
I eat splogs and gurgle blogs
Then I cut up all the logs.
Whenever.
I’ve been married fourteen times,
They divorce me for my rhymes,
Whatever.
I eat cookies if I can,
If I can’t I get them banned,
Forever!
I’m the God of Monster Space,
I’ll destroy this human race,
Moreover.
If you meet me you won’t know
‘Cos I look like old so and so,
Whoever.
But I am mad and I’ll get you
I eat up this human zoo;
Together.
Whenever.
Can’t forgive,erhhh.