Month: January 2016

To harry someone

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Definition

1 : to make a pillaging or destructive raid on : assault

2 : to force to move along by harassing

3 : to torment by or as if by constant attack

Examples

The young boy harried the kitten until it swiped him with its claws.

“Coming off a Thursday schedule packed with practice, a Pearl Harbor visit and a luau, the Aggies shot 54 percent on Friday and harried the Rainbow Wahine basketball team into turnovers that fueled an 82-41 rout at the Cannon Activities Center in Laie.” — Jason Kaneshiro, The Honolulu Star-Advertiser, 6 Dec. 2015

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Did You Know?

Was there once a warlike man named Harry who is the source for today’s word? One particularly belligerent Harry does come to mind: Shakespeare once described how “famine, sword, and fire” accompanied “the warlike Harry,” England’s King Henry the Fifth. But neither this king nor any of his namesakes are the source for the verb harry. Rather, harry(or a word resembling it) has been a part of English for as long as there has been anything that could be called English. It took the form hergian in Old English and harien in Middle English, passing through numerous variations before finally settling into its modern spelling. The word’s Old English ancestors are related to the Old High German words heriōn (“to lay waste”) and heri (“army”).

The child is parent to humanity

the light within, the sun inside  my heart

is seen by those who meet my  glowing eye.

my soul as well is smiling with delight,

as from my lips is never heard a sigh.

 

enlightened by the  sight of child at play

enwrapped in dreams ,thus making  real his world

without  a word,  he shows me   how to say

i love and hold him close and play and twirl

 

some guiding sense will indicate enough

for thrills can turn to  panics in his mind

so out he runs when this play’s too rough

and mother’s lap will give him succour kind.

 

the child is  parent to  humanity;

and each one  needs   their spacious world  of play

 

 

You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins,

The paragraph below  was written by the mystic Thomas Traherne.You  can see more here and also you can look in Wikipedia if you want some history.He wrote many poems which you can access through site like Poem Hunter

I love the idea of the sea flowing in our veins.Isle of man

You never enjoy the world aright, till the Sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars: and perceive yourself to be the sole heir of the whole world, and more than so, because men are in it who are every one sole heirs as well as you. Till you can sing and rejoice and delight in
God, as misers do in gold, and Kings in sceptres, you never enjoy the world.

Till your spirit filleth the whole world, and the stars are your jewels; till you are as familiar with the ways of God in all Ages as with your walk and table: till you are intimately acquainted with that shady nothing out of which the world was made: till you love men so as to desire their happiness, with a thirst equal to the zeal of your own: till you delight in God for being good to all: you never
enjoy the world.”
― Thomas Traherne

A deep but dazzling darkness.

I  heard these words some years ago and did not know who wrote them.Henry Vaughn was a 17th Century metaphysical poet and mystic.The quotation seems to imply a paradox as darkness is not dazzling..but I think that’s because we cannot  capture God in discursive language as if He were an object in our world

There is in God (some say) a deep but dazzling darkness.”
― Henry Vaughan

Truth

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 George Bernard Shaw quotes 
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Holier than myself

“Holier than thou” is an interesting phrase.Holiness was a state we were taught we should aim for.But how should we aim for it?Can one become holy by will power?I suspect not.Though one could be wicked by will power though I suspect most  people don’t usually want to be wicked.And I don’t believe babies are born evil as I was taught.But we do wicked things.Pride is often involved.So what are some qualities that may help us to become ,not holy perhaps, but better.The first is one thing doctors have to agree to:


Do no harm.

How can we do no harm? Well paying attention is a possible beginning.If we are not attentive to ourself and the lives around us we don’t have the basis for  choosing how to act.Then there is the quality of our perceptions.To a large extent these may have been formed by our experiences in infancy.If we are insecure and anxious we will perceive mainly danger,

This leads me to think that we need to gain trust in either God,the Universe,our deeper selves….. something beyond us.If we have little trust we will live on guard and see things in relation to our own safety…..Somehow we will have to move to a wider perception/How many of us truly see others as people who  are just as valuable,just as interesting,just as worthy of respect as we are.That when we kill aperson physically or emotionally we are killing a whole world.Each person has their own world…..I believe.

If we trust we can perceive and as we perceive so we can act justly, caringly or in the best way possible towards that person.And we hope to receive it back.There is also grace which  is a gift… if we live well and are open then grace may come from  another source which  may help us.But only  if we are empty enough for it to come in.Being “full of oneself” is  unlikely ro be good.Self forgetting,absorbtion in the other,the world,a task,a creation may be the best part of life.I end my musing here although I have not finished…I have just begun wandering ;I will wander on tomorrow
Snow can bring peace and emptiness in winter.

Fantasy prone personality

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Fantasy prone personality – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

I think I might try this!A few fantasies may lead to writing a novel, my dream…. now ,I am sitting in a helicopter over  the Dead Sea .Why am I here?A man comes in and gives me some tea.Thanks, I say.I didn’t know Jews  or Israelis or Palestinians  drank tea in the air
Well., you know now, he growls nastily.What makes you think we don’t like tea?
I just don’t recall tea being drunk in the Bible, I say in a  knowledgeable manner
Well, you must have missed the Fifth Gospel ,he told me.
Matthew, Mark,Luke and John,
Peter  put the kettle on.
But what did Peter write, I ask. Anyway if you are not a  Christian the Bible we use is not the same as yours
He  said they drank tea when the  wine ran out.So Jesus wanted us to drink tea.. That seems a bit feeble.I just  don’t believe this but I can go online to ask a priest  ot rabbi I forgot, It’s just a fantasy of course.I think I’ll have another one about dancing on a liner crossing the Atlantic and meeting Sylvia Plath.I’d like that in a way but also be afraid.

The last time

A dark barn,last roses on the side,stems

made a pattern like golden wire.

Homemade cakes and jam…

Bags of red potatoes,

Shining onions,each large enough to make a tart

Garlic and apples..

A smiling woman..

Pay in cash…

Then through a low door

Into the cafe

Views over the fields to the high Ridgeway

where cars are silhouetted against the sky

like ants on fallen tree trunk.

Now we drink coffee and chat…

So good to get out after a month of colds….

Snatch each chance of light and sun.

In the car, we do a circuit

High then down the long hill

Back to the familiar town

seen in a new light.

Gazing out I see some sparrows

What a little life,but so precious

Accidentally strayed

She accidentally strayed
into his terrortery;
He panicked and felt his heart
beating louder
as if trying to burst its way out.
His face turned whiter;
she backed away
knowing intuitively,
it was for the best;
for terror knows no bounds.
And no boundaries create
Terror.

Daddy

In the deepest depth of soul
When I am left alone,
An image rises up,
A picture carved in stone.
I see the red brick house,
Its windows like two eyes.
The door is left ajar
Nearby a white cat lies.
I see the children play
Their marbles stand in line.
I see their fathers come
But I never see mine.
What evil did I do
To drive him into night?
I am too small to ask,
And do not have the right.
Oh,will he come again,
Like Jesus will they say?
I want to see him now
And never to go away.
I stand always aside,
And watch and look and learn.
I cannot be a part,
Much as my sad heart yearns.
Oh,I long to have him back.
I long to see his face.
No-one else can ever fill
This painful empty spac

Quirk:unknown origin

Dictionary.com

quirk
kwəːk/
noun
noun: quirk; plural noun: quirks
  1. 1.
    a peculiar aspect of a person’s character or behaviour.
    “they accepted her attitude as one of her little quirks”
    • a strange chance occurrence.
      “a strange quirk of fate had led her to working for Nathan”
      photo1047synonyms: chance, fluke, freak, anomaly, unusual occurrence, turn, peculiar turn of events, twist,twist of fate

      “by a quirk of history they were related to seven American presidents”
    • a sudden twist, turn, or curve.
      “wry humour put a slight quirk in his mouth”
  2. 2.
    ARCHITECTURE
    an acute hollow between convex or other mouldings.
verb
verb: quirk; 3rd person present: quirks; past tense: quirked; past participle: quirked; gerund or present participle: quirking
  1. 1.
    (with reference to a person’s mouth or eyebrow) move or twist suddenly, especially to express surprise or amusement.
    “his lips quirked disbelievingly”
Origin
early 16th century (as a verb): of unknown origin. The early sense of the noun was ‘subtle verbal twist, quibble’, later ‘unexpected twist’.

The creative mud

Their eyes drew me,
And their eyes draw me again
Into a pool of winter light
Golden from the low sun.
I swim in it
Like a hawk flows on the wind
Over the depths,
Of life.
Contained by a white china cup,
I’m your reflection now
Drowning in the slanting sunlight
Like a stone in a lake.
Falling deeper until I find
the creative mud
with which I mingle
no longer a stone
but a soft flowing stream of sensations
which meets with joy
the earth’s depths and presence.
And something new will grow

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Thank you for just being you.

 

Thank you for your  words and letters

Thank you for the joy you give.

Thank you for your laughs and humor.

Thank you the gift of love

Thank you for imagination.

Thank you for your unique view.

Thank you for your craft and labour

Thank you for just being you.

 

Thank you,thank you thank you,thank .

These are words that we all say.

Thank you,thank you,thank you thank.

May love and joy be yours this day

Trust the unknown force that grew you

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“All shall be well,and all manner of things shall be well”
St Julian of Norwich

 

Trust the unknown force that grew you,
From the joining of two cells.
Act of love, of self giving,
Thus to grow a newer self.

 

Trust the dark,the unseen aspects
Of the life we all do live.
Trust that there is wisdom elsewhere,
To your emptiness to give.

 

Wait in patience for the time
When inspiration comes at last
Trust in darkness,silence,lowness.
Opposition forms the cross.

 

Pain is bearable in lowness,
Like the worm in earth I dwell.
When I look I see the sunrise

And I trust all shall be well.

Lend me your lenses?

I had a strange experience once.

I went into Argos in the town centre7406795_6eb9a547fa_m and was looking at laptops on their little screen when a woman nearby, whom I did not know, asked to borrow my glasses.I said,Why do you want them?
And she replied that they would make the print bigger on the little screen.I said it might not be so as I am short sighted and the lenses makes print smaller and in any case I didn’t lend them out

.She seemed very angry like a toddler who has heard the word,No,for the first time.To me it seemed odd to ask a stranger such a thing.
When I was on the bus I was telling a friend who said she probably wanted to steal them.That never ocurred to me but it may be true.So beware.What next,my heart? Then I was thinking that my glasses were quite expensive and we come to the question of envy and whether it is ethical to walk around town in designer glasses.Because it might give pain to poorer people.She must have guessed I was a generous, soft hearted person but I would be in serious danger without them.

It seems very weird to expect someone you don’t know , outside, in public ,to lend you something so important to them.A tissue or even some money,maybe but not spectacles.

In Jesus’s time they were not invented so the Bible tells us nothing about the ethics of spectacle lending.So maybe I need to write a new book for the Bible discussing via stories this type of question.Imagine in those days they had no cars either or fridges…. so nobody could borrow them.I recall neighbours borrowing sugar when I was a child

Mary buys an outfit

Just before  the date of Stan’s funeral a  new heatwave began.Mary realised her outfit which her sister had  thoughtfully chosen was  much too heavy.And she didn’t want to pass out.So she called into a small department store full of delightful garments.Unfortunately most were more suitable for a nightclub than a chapel.A black dress caught her eye.It had a somewhat low neckline which was decorated with a deep gold band.

Mary decided it was more suitable for Queen Cleopatra than a British  woman.After a few minutes she found a lovely thin black jacket and a long  drapy skirt.She rewarded herself with a large cup of coffee and observed the scene.

 

Many of the women were wearing the dresses Mary had thought were for dancing and nightclubs while the rest wore jeans with T shirts saying:No size Fashion or Free women now!Most were rather plump so their busts stuck out with the words going up and down some invisible contour lines across the small mountain range their bosoms resembled.No wonder when the counter in the cafe was stacked with almond croissants.Definitely  an occassion of sin and for sin.P1000179 4

The next morning Mary showed her new outfit to Annie.

You can’t wear that,Annie screeched  in a womanly way.That  skirt is blue!

Well if it is ,it is dark blue,Mary cried.It looked black in the shop to me

You will have to go back and change it.And you must buy some makeup too..

What,for a funeral? Mary murmured guilelessly

Yes,said Annie who was wearing pink and purple eyeshadow from Pax Wacter combined with sun protective foundation by  Minxette in deep cool beige.Her lashes were dyed purple and her brows had been groomed in a way which gave the impression she was constantly in a state of severe surprise or shock.

Her thick juicy lips were  painted  a lurid orange from Revlon of   Timbuctoo and Shanghai which meant that any man who kissed her would never  be able to conceal  their passion from their  wives or partners.How hard life can be at times.Or even all the time

.You must dress entirely in black for the funeral and it will make you look pale but don’t worry you can have some of my makeup

Will the colour suit me,asked Mary plaintively.

I think you can wear any colour now your hair has gone that shade of pale like Helen Mirren’s is.

You are a  kind  in a rude  way,Mary responded ,but I  take the hint.

After Annie left Mary phoned an old  friend of hers and asked him what he thought of her clothes problem.

Black and blue will look very good,he told her.As long as it’s dignified and dark  the colour is immaterial.Don’t think about ir

That’s nice,Mary thought,as she hated shopping and was unsure how much income she would have as a widow.

Being practical a dark  blue skirt  is something a woman can wear any time whereas black is not so good in the daytime nor in a nightdress either,she realised

If  you visit any town centre in Britain you will see sights  of women in strange and tight clothing that will both amuse and appal you  though most of us are used to it now.I don’t know if men ever get used to it,

My goodness,  Mary said to herself,what hard work it is losing a husband.I should have hired a boat and thrown him into  Coniston Water.That would have been better than all this kerfuffle.Although the police might not like it.Still waters ruin sheep.though.4666723_f520

Cubist collage by  Kathryn Braithwaite.

A square plate

He said he needed three square meals a day .So far  she ‘s not found him a square plate!

He said he liked to sin three times a day so they divorced and lived happily with laughter.

He used to go to Confession weekly until the priest gave him an extension to finish his list once and for all..Otherwise  he’ll be   getting a doctorate in doubt and rumour.

How do we know when the time is ripe?

The future’s not ours to flee.

Why don’t rolling stones get a gloss?

We used a milk bottle as a rolling pin but now it seems  pastry  cp,es in cardboard boxes in the supermarket

I like sausage and trash once a week.

Why did  any cooks boil the wrath?What did they want.. a red mist?

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Too anything

Am I too   anything for you?

Are you still  bare? Hang on for the jowls

I was a very intelligent dunce.So stupid in reality

I used to teach wrath at Cambridge when I was  a  younger mungler.

Does my mind put you on hold?

I am missing you  so  bad .Why won’t you  deceive me?

I displease you whenever you wish.

Do sponsor my phone  wails please.

I paid a huge bill  and felt  bleak.

They keep whisking me and putting brandy butter all over me.Am I a dessert? Just call me . Sweet.

Why is money so cunning?

I have forgotten my PIN  jumbles again for all my credit yards.Am  I in a bauble  now?

I am sorry I  got  married away last week

Where will  the fall bend?

Was sin ever original?

Can we do it again when the apples are ripe and our cards get swiped/

 

Love ends and begins

When true love’s gone and doom hangs over head,

When life runs like a river to the sea;

Then, shall I take new lovers to my bed,

And with their carnal touch consoled be?

 

When  lovers lie and break my woman’s heart,

When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path,

Then, shall I my life of evil start,

And, on the world, shall I bestow my wrath?

 

When true loves lie and wreck all loyalty;

When puzzlement makes all the world seem mad;

Then I shall upend causality

And let myself do deeds which make men glad.

 

For I have love’s own child inside my soul

And I shall tend her till at last  she’s  grown

Nurture your friendships… all four.

 

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Do you conform?

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[kuh n-fawr-mi-tee]
Spell Syllables
noun, plural conformities.
1.

action in accord with prevailing social standards,attitudes, practices, etc.
2.

correspondence in form, nature, or character;agreement, congruity, or accordance.
3.

compliance or acquiescence; obedience.
4.

(often initial capital letter) compliance with theusages of an established church, especially theChurch of England.
5.

Geology. the relationship between adjacent conformable strata.

Compare unconformity (def 2a).
Origin of conformityExpand
late Middle English
Middle French
Late Latin
1375-1425

1375-1425; late Middle English conformite < MiddleFrench < Late Latin confōrmitās. See conform, -ity

Is a paradox in flower

Dissenters are crucial at times,

As  changelessness often becalms.

Are we indifferent  today

As  with tablets we play

Mimesis is good for it rhymes.

 

But like ants to their genetics submit,

We often let  the weak take the hit.

A dissident in power

Is a  paradox in flower.

Meanwhile, the thoughtful brows knit.

 

Conformity is silently despised

But we do it so why the surprise?

Change must come slowly

To  both the high and the lowly

Confusion may bring our demise.

 

Dissidents in the Soviet   domains

Were  courageous  as they wrote  from their chains.

The poetry pain pellucid,

None could confuse it.

Indifference is what ever remains.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dissident

dissident
ˈdɪsɪd(ə)nt/
noun
noun: dissident; plural noun: dissidents
  1. 1.
    a person who opposes official policy, especially that of an authoritarian state.
    “a dissident who had been jailed by a military regime”
    synonyms:
    		 dissenter, objector, protester, disputant; More
    antonyms: conformist
adjective
adjective: dissident
  1. 1.
    in opposition to official policy.
    “the measure was supported by dissident Tories”
    synonyms:
    		 dissentient, dissenting, disagreeing; More
    antonyms:P1000261 conforming

Why poetry?

 

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Poetry, I think, intensifies the reader’s experience. If it’s a humorous facet of the story, poetry makes it more exuberant. If it’s a sad facet, poetry can make it more poignant.

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Doctor,how can I keep quiet?

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 a word 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  some 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  wicked 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  somewhat 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!

 

Bowdlerise

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bowdlerize
ˈbaʊdlərʌɪz/
verb
verb: bowdlerise
  1. remove material that is considered improper or offensive from (a text or account), especially with the result that the text becomes weaker or less effective.
    “a bowdlerized version of the story”
    synonyms: expurgate, censor, blue-pencil, cut, edit, redact; More
Origin
mid 19th century: from the name of Dr Thomas Bowdler (1754–1825), who published an expurgated edition of Shakespeare in 1818, + -ize.