Month: February 2016

I write a line then sit up

As I reflect,I am caressing one hand with the other

The way I might  apply hand lotion.

Or my lover might.

My elbows are on the arms of this old chair.

When I am puzzled ,I place

 the palm of my right hand

Over the back of the left and pull ot to and fro

As if to ease out a thought

Ask for a gift.

Or pull it out of this pen-holding  hand by magic.

I write a line then sit up straight.

My lips are pursed;

I look up as if asking God to help

But I’m looking inwards

Where a dream image may float by

My left foot taps on the carpet

Calling the dead to return.

Now I’m  kneading my hands,anxious.

Am I uncertain?

I can’t say what I want.

I  intertwine my fingers,pull on them both ways

While looking out of the window

The sap is rising  in the shrubs

and though no leaves  open

The branches and twigs have more colour

Than last year .

But you were here last year

I bite my lip and narrow my eyes;

Who am I fighting?

Now my hands stretch and relax;

I smile.

The mind lives in the body.

Where?

The mind is the body.

How?

I frown in confusion and slight anger

At him for going.

It’s coffee time.

The door bell rings.

I stand up.

I love the shade of you

I love the shade of purple

I love all shades of blue

But most of all,my dearest,
I love the shade of you.
I love the color circle.
I love to paint the dew.
But first of all,before I start…
I’m studying your hue.
I love to see the sunlight
Gleam across the trees;
I love the green,I love the shade
But it’s you I want to see.

It looks and speaks just as a sonnet would

This poem is written in the sonnet form,
And yet I have my doubts about its shape
Though nearly to that structure it conforms
There may be holes where nightmare faces gape.

It looks and speaks just as a sonnet would
And talks of metaphysical concerns.
Do we conclude, as poets and readers should,
That in our schizoid age we cannot learn?

For humans may be decked in clothes of wolves;
And lambs be dressed with lions’ fearsome furs..
Thus sense is tricked and problems are unsolved.
Landscapes etched, yet details seem quite blurred.

It looks like one,it feels like one,it speaks;
Yet from these words, does human feeling leak?

And don’t bark

 

Flock onto the   wooden ark and don’t bark

Was there a shark in the ark?
Block the clover off the lawns… is it bad luck? Oh,f…
Clock your flocks off now with your smartphone
I nicked a way  up the chimney
Rockout or rock in
I knockout slow
I know it like the  stock of my land
Show me the tropes
I know that bore in the mirror
 I know that’s flip but it’s a quip
Go  to  where your feet  stand and stay there.
Know which side your head is shuttered on when you sleep
 He knows it cheaper and terse than the Bible
 A  sadly.knuckled frown groaned its way across his  worn out visage
A fickle sandwich teased her daily.Some days it was buttered………
A wonder  the blunder didn’t  sunder
A Dvorak moment danced to the music of rhyme.

Reader I married him

Hands outstretched across the world

I can’t love you without loving the whole world too.
I can’t open my heart unless everyone can be part.

Wait for me.
I’m not afraid.
Wait for me.
I may be delayed.

I see you in my mind
Smiling, sad and kind.
I can’t love you
Unless I love the lost too.

Give me your hands
Outstretched across the world.
We’re all one
Love has begun

All the wider context losing

576813_10200195473502969_1766090931_nA force far deeper than our anger

Elemental as a storm

Annihilating all before it

Terror brings enraged alarm

This force saying self is threatened

Runs to rise and to protect.

Most murderous when we’re most alarmed .

Rage the enemy detects.

Over-riding other feelings

Depriving of the power to think

Like a nuclear tsunami.

 Disconnecting human links.

Reddened vision,focused,narrow;

Eyes locked onto enemy’s .

All the wider context losing,

Wipes out the good memories.

 Like a mother tiger fighting,

Or the cornered eagle’s force;

We  destroy what we think other,

 Without bitter,pained remorse.

Nature made this to protect us;

Yet our perception can be wrong.

Once the flood of feeling takes us

All reflection seems too long.

To Lucian Freud

The language your forefathers spoke

Dwells in your images.

Faces bleed with feeling.

Bodies rise out like rocks.

Your self-portrait sings

Me,myself.I am.

When God spoke from the burning bush,

You took the flame and ran

I wish I could lie down and die,right here on this floor

 When I saw you waiting in that cafe
I knew you would be mine.
You were handsome, smiling,funny
 You were  impetuously designed.
You looked like men I’d only dreamed about
in all those years before.
I’m so broke up,so broke up;
You don’t love me anymore.
I saw you on the station
As I came from out the train.
You wore an old green parka
To protect you from the rain.
I wanted to be one with you,
to make a Love entire
 But all we did was create pain
Too bad  to be endured
You walked away so quickly,
I could not see you long.
I wished I had a big guitar
To draw you back with song.
I looked at where you disappeared;
What love has loss revealed?
I wish I could just lay down on this floor
And keep my face concealed.
 Railway stations sadden me,
for I know we’ll never meet .
I won’t cry more ,
for tears are running  to my feet.
I walk fast looking straight ahead
past that entrance gate,
I pretend that you have missed your train,
work was running I count from one and one
to a thousand and many more
But I know for sure it’s much too late;
You have closed that heavy door.
You are hiding in a dungeon
You are covered with white steel
But I know you had a heart and you must surely feel.
I lost all my illusions,
And then I lost some more.
I wish I could lay down and die,
Right here on this floor.

What do you think of Nothing?

I gave  full Marx to all  in the philosophy exam.

Then as I was Lenin on the window it opened

and I performed three spiralling French style Revolutions

in front of the entire campus before landing on the lawn.

A miracle…I suffered no injuries though my copy of Kierkegaard

was Trembling in my pocket.

If only Kafka had been there to watch..….

unless he was the black beetle I fell on?

I hope not as he has suffered so much already.

It made Sartre famous.. and look at his women.

Nothing in a skirt ever escaped HIM.

It’s strange to think Simone de Beauvoir never wore jeans

… or indeed trousers of any type.And tights?

Do clothes affect one’s self image?

No doubt Lacan would know all about mirrors

…..if he cared to speak more plainly than before…..

but Lewis Carroll knew more and mewed more

…he loved cats.He was my Mioaw and how!

But would the cat come back if a man called for it?

I’m sure they were tried by the Inquisition…

They were familiar with witches.

It’s a Looking Glass life here.

So it’s the full Montaigne diaries for you

and ten glasses of Spanish brandy for me.

Full Quarks or half sizes sold here cheap

.Apply within .No plastic or quantum cards accepted.

Please do not bask in the sunshine

as a revolution is imminent.

I saw Trotsky on the bus

I myself never read Hegel as such,

being very backward in German

but I did know about the thesis and antithesis.

What would the Euripidean Union have thought of that

or of the Gorgons being revealed again ?

It’s enough to turn us all to stone at once….

it’s the eyes,you see.

Well,I can’t keep Lenin on this Window any longer.

Bring down the curtain as fast as you can

or he will climb out and it will all begin once more

……remember I had the last waltz with you,babe.

I’ll never forget the Siege  when you laid   waste my heart.

I

The shivering menace that we felt but could not see.

Where is the artist who could unfold
The world like Graham Greene,the good ,the bad
The sinful priest who saves a woman’s soul.
The dead, the lost,the starving and the mad?

The shivering menace that we felt but could not see.
Osama bin Laden shot while we sipped Earl Grey tea.
No judge,no court,no jury,no tribunal.
No face,no body,death but not a funeral.
I see the ends of chaos theory, and the forms,
Butterflies’ wings shake gently, creating  storms.
I see orbits of planets changed to squares.
They seem to hint at something not yet here.
In forests of the Congo, secret agents hide,
Where Joseph Conrad thought his hero lost his mind.
The snakes of Eden curl around the trees.
Who can know what strange Satanic God they see?
The Impressionist artists painted flowers full of light,
Where are their shadows,where is now their night?
My impressions. dotted webs with complex geometry,
A world of email,text and  unwinding economies.

Rhyme fun

Quantal rhymes with fundamental;

Mental rhymes with  the word central;

Central rhymes with Oriental;

Orientals  eat  green lentils.

 

This is not a course in logic.

Logic  rhymes with hypnagogic.

Magic oddly rhymes with tragic.

And it nearly rhymes with budget

 

 

Dodge it,  fudge it,fidget,lodge it,

Nudge it,bridge it.edge it,pledge it,

Wedge it,allege it,midget,grudge it.

Splodge it splurge it, whinge it,hedge it.

 

Stan meets another woman

CatsStan had just got back to his lovely  home after a ride on his  mountain bike. Emile had travelled in his special cat seat/basket just in front of Stan as he liked to see the road less traveled should it appear..and he liked purr to encourage Stan to ride further.WhenStan got home to his luxuriously detached yet bijou dwelling he went to the wonderful disappointing cloakroom to wash his paws before putting the kettle on for some tea.
Ah,how peaceful it is here,he thought…,how nice Mary is still at work.
Suddenly, and alarmingly, the door bell rang.There,on the flower bedecked porch,stood a large, beautiful curly haired woman holding Emile in her pretty freckled arms
I believe this is your cat,she said boldly.So he tells me.Why, he even knows the address.
Well,if he’s anyone’s ,he’s mine,Stan admitted uneasily.What has he done now?
Did you not notice he jumped out of his basket?she asked enquiringly.
Well,no,Stan answered furtively..I was getting a bit tired and keen to get home…I forgot my water,
Well,I hope you won’t let him do it again,he could end up absconding,
By the way,I’m called Yvette.
Are you Yvette Cooper,the MP,he enquired wildly.
No, she said,I’m Yvette Hooper,the swan lover.
Do come in for a cup of tea,he said caringly.
I don’t mind if I do,she said,then I can be sure your cat is alright.
Tell me,Stan said,Do you live with a swan?
No,she said,though I do have an old Swan saucepan.
A saucepan is not much company,Stan responded.
Well,at least it never shouts at me!Yvette said quickly.
Have you suffered verbal abuse? Stan said in a kind and supportive voice.
I have, yes.We had a mutual agreement that I could be handcuffed and verbally amused for 3 hours a week.you see we’d read this book,”Fifty shades of grey.”It’s all about human bondageBut my boyfriend thought it was verbal abuse I wanted..As I was upside down I couldn’t tell him of his error.After that things were never the same.
Why did you have the handcuffs?asked Stan calmly.
We were given them for Xmas,she whispered.Also a whip and some rubber gloves.Why the rubber gloves?For washing up of course!
But after being whipped would you feel like washing up?
I don’t know.We split up before we even tried the whip… to be honest,I didn’t want to use it.
Alright, my dear.I understand it all.
Here you are.. drink a nice cup of tea and try these biscuits I made myself they are almond biscuits from my Penguin Jewish cookery book.
Mmmm,delicious,she cried.Are you Jewish,Stan?
No,but why should they have all the best recipes?
A good point… maybe because they had almost the first alphabet so began to write them down before anyone else could.
Not to mention they invented monogamy,a great religion,Freud,Wittgenstein,Einstein,rhinestone
.Give them an accolade. I mean,Jesus Christ!What more do they have to do to be rewarded?
Ascend into heaven?
Make more cheesecakes?
I wonder,said Stan pondering slowly over this issue.

The back door opened and in ran Annie,Stan’s mistress.
She was dressed in soft teal with toning turquoise trainers and she wore a light beige foundation with bright coral lipstick making a subtle contrast to her peachy skin… all by Lam-com of China.

Oh,Anne,have some tea.This is Yvette,she very kindly rescued Emile after he jumped off my bike.
Don’t tell me he can ride a bike now , Anne screamed,showing off a good set of teeth and a long red tongue.
No,I was riding it.Stan told her sensibly.Calm down.
Hello Yvette,Anne said,where do you live?
I live on the top road by the wood.Yvette answered politely, her auburn hair standing up in a mass off curls as she spoke,showing off to good effect her light orange lipstick and burnt sienna eye shadow…in fact it was color from her art materials..
Have you been there long?Anne enquired politely and warmly.
No,only a few weeks..we don’t know anyone..
So you are married?
Yes,my  new husband is in the Police Service… he cleans policemen for special occasions.
I didn’t know anyone did that.Can’t they clean themselves?A self cleaning policeman…or how about putting coat of Teflon on them so they can be wiped with a wet cloth?
It’s up to him,said Yvette.I am a lecturer at Pond’s End Polytechnic.I teach philosophy..
In a poly?
Yes,I have a D.Phil from Oxgridge in the philosophy of science with particular reference to Dirac’s remarks on Wittgenstein.
Do they study such remarks in a poly?
All the students do Philosophy of Science…it’s compulsory.
Stan said,I wish they all did Peace Studies too…
I know,said Yvette kindly..If only we could bring peace but we are descended from the most aggressive primates…why many of them were sado-masochists.Well some were sadists and the rest were masochists I gather.The ones who weren’t died out as they never mated..
Well,I’m not a sadist,said Stan,or at least only to myself!
Do you beat yourself up,the ladies asked.
Just in my mind,he answered judiciously.

So do I thought Yvette.
Let’s have some more tea,called Anne from the hall,I’ll make it.

tea
Anne is my mistress,Stan boasted humbly……
There was little point trying to seduce Yvette now Anne had met her and vice versa.
Yvette was intrigued.That is rare ,for such an old man to have a mistress.
Is a wife not sufficient for you?
A wife is necessary but not sufficient,Stan teased her.
Well,my husband has no mistress, she said unknowingly,
but I have several boyfriends.
How do you get the time?
I have a rota,she chuckled happily.
You seem an intriguing lady.May I have your email address,mobile number and your landline?
Your height and weight too..clothes size and shoes too.What colour is  your nightgown?I beg your pardon.I have got rude with age!
Be quiet ,you little sweetheart.It’s
yvette999@hotmail.com
or diracisme@qmail.com
My phone number is Oh,oh,6666666666666.7777777777777777………………..
That’s irrational,he informed her knowingly.
Have you got an i Pad,she then asked boldly.
No,I’ve not even got a Kindle..do you recommend them.Maybe you could come to ComputersRus with me on Saturday.
No, she said,I’m Jewish.
Are Jews not permitted to visit Computer shops.Some religious edict,is it? he said inquisitively.
It’s the Sabbath,you dimwit,she responded.We don’t shop on the Sabbath but don’t worry I’ll come on Monday with you..you are a charming man.I need as many as I can get.
Why are you deficient in some way?Stan whispered.
No,I’m very proficient and mildly conceited,she admitted modestly.
And I like a good kisser.Are you a good kisser?Can you make out?That’s American for kissing.
Well,maybe you could give me a test,he said manfully,
and if need be you can give me some lessons followed by a total Examination to see if I satisfy you.
Just then Anne came in with fresh tea..
Emile mewed loudly.
What is it.Emile ? Stan asked.
I am jealous because we cats can’t kiss.
Well kissing is neither necessary nor sufficient in the art of love.Rolling about together in some soil is also very nice..
I hope you don’t expect your wife to roll about in soil,said Yvette
questioningly..
Well,I can ask her,Stan said,but her main interest is topology and knitting.She is often very cold in bed.
Can’t you warm her into life;Or buy an electric blanket?
No,she’s hopeless because of a type of Asperger’s syndrome but I love her anyway.
Have you tried a new technique like whipping each other or tying yourself to the bedposts.You can buy handcuffs now in Boots,I hear.
Why some doctors prescribe them on the NHS nowadays
I thought Love was enough, Stan answered
It seems in the UK people are into whips and handcuffs…
Well,count me out,said Stan,I’m more into a careful yet tender study of the skin from the toes right up to to head,followed by gazing into her eyes for ten minutes.
Why ten minutes?asked Yvette.
I can’t wait any longer
Well,you’ll have to practise..she said coyly.
I can practise with him,said Anne virtuously.
Yes,the more the better…he’s getting older so he can’t wait.
He needs satisfaction and love as soon as possible.
The door bell rang,It was handsome Dave the paramedic.
Hi,he said,I was worried as you’ve not called 999 today.I brought a leash and some whips.
I’m Yvette,the woman said.
I’m bisexual,he told her.
That’s a strange name.
Never mind that,give me your email address and phone number
It’s ywoman@love4all.com,she said or 09964321.3333333333333333333…..
If you’d like a non rational phone number email me at
hotcats@hell.com

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Read more freely in the Daily Slur tomorrow….on sale everywhere and making life hell as fast as they can

Another place,another mind

 

From time and place and season I am lost,

Disorientated ,missing tracks well worn.

Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost,

Nor label me with epithets of scorn.

For usual paths lead to the usual place.

The safest way to live and perhaps to die,

But wandering through the woods I find new space

and in wild grasses with the fox I lie.

Through distant trees, I see a way to go

As narrow as a slit in  pale limestone.

I pass in silence as if in deep,deep snow.

My courage rises even as I groan.

Remember when we’re lost ,we may then find

Another way,a place,another mind.

True medical comments from doctors to each other

•Discharge status: Alive but without permission.

Between you and me, we ought to be able to get this lady pregnant.
• She is numb from her toes down.
• By the time he was admitted, his rapid heart had stopped and he was feeling better.
• Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.
• On the second day the knee was better and on the third day it had completely disappeared.
• She has had no rigors or shaking chills, but her husband states she was very hot in bed last night.
• The patient has been depressed ever since she began seeing me in 1983.
• Patient was released to outpatient department without dressing.
• I have suggested that he loosen his pants before standing and then, when he stands with the help of his wife, they should fall to the floor.
• The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed.
• Discharge status: Alive but without permission.
• Healthy appearing decrepit 69 year-old male, mentally alert but forgetful.
• The patient refused an autopsy.
• The patient has no past history of suicides.
• Patient has left his white blood cells at another hospital.
• The patient’s past medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a 40 pound weight gain in the past three days.
• She slipped on the ice and apparently her legs went in separate directions in early December.
• The patient experienced sudden onset of severe shortness of breath with a picture of acute pulmonary oedema at home while having sex, which gradually deteriorated in the emergency room.
• The patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.
• The patient was in his usual state of good health until his aeroplane ran out of gas and crashed.
• When she fainted, her eyes rolled around the room

Unusual words

People from the heights of society

Use more Latin words with sobriety.

The plebs just use plain

Anglo Saxon  remains.

So why not use both, for variety?

 

Unusual words may be fun;

Or else they might frighten someone

It’s  background and meaning

Context  and gleaning.

Look one up now and begin.

Dear cat,when old

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Lurching yet graceful,  the  old cat sets off.
Slowly he circles the edges of the garden in joy.
In the car, though still in a  closed basket,
He always knew when we came to the turning of the road.
Was it the cherry trees in blossom, a scent
Or something we could never be aware of?
I would open his basket in the car.
He comes out and descends so carefully
Onto the pavement, then tries to bound up the path,
The long wooded back garden is his total joy.
He would sit watching tiny frogs in a deep pond in the sun.
He longed to catch one.
He  brought a robin indoors,
The bird unharmed..
Must have been his gift to me
We released it later after its shock had worn off.
Now he can only hobble,
And soon, his thinness warns me, he’ll be gone.
No cat has ever loved or will love like this cat,
A rescued, terrified animal.
His eyes say all to me.
I look into their clear-jewelled greenness
I look into a deep, still glowing sea of light.
The last day, finally, all day,he’s on my knee.
I say”goodbye, goodbye, Pussy”.
And he’s gone, just before tea.
Now the garden seems empty.
Love leaves a gap.
Love leaves us bare
Love leaves us stripped.
Yet Love is eternal grace.
A mystery of faith.
I believe.

 

Money worries and pain

 

 

 

 

Afternoon tea is common in England so why not be vulgar and imitate us

http://psychcentral.com/news/2016/02/23/financial-stress-tied-to-perception-of-physical-pain/99534.html

The lure of the moment

 Please throw  you ass on the fire before weeding the paper
 and throw in the towel as well,you might regret it
At home with a bone: my memories of love
Show me some trips and we’ll decide on the lure if the moment
Let the rabid go  out with the  bathwater
We threw that look at him but he was blind to glances
I  throw my problems to the unsolved  part of the world
Throw your cat  through my wedding ring?Are you feeling numb?
Towing aspirin nibblets to the party is the least one can do for a bad-hearted friend
Thumb your nose  and finger your tongue.Do it now, you can’t go wrong.
Thumbs alert: Check if yours are still there and ring 999 to tell the police.
 He gave me pickled wink before dying
Knots can try one gratefully
Fry the nouns in batter and make the verbs a different shape.Ignore the rest
Bite a thumb for fun.Your own
A sound like the bark of a tree entered my ears.What next, a bush coughing?A flower smiling.It beggars relief

Dialect and grief

Between my child self and my adult  lies

A chasm composed of dialect and grief.

Banned from   speaking of my father’s death

Then later of  my natural tongue bereaved.

 

Fished from my poor street,  beloved ones;

Encouraged to become a bureaucrat

Broad accent  mocked   and scorned by  holy nuns.

Confusion in my heart, made sadly  furious   brat.

 

When I returned  to streets of happy play

No longer did I fit my former place.

And I had not got  feel of what to say;

No cliche, proverb or even  a bare phrase.

 

By speaking in the tongue of the elite

My head had separated  from my feet

Language and social class

 

 

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Home of   over-educated working class sloth

 

http://www.putlearningfirst.com/language/research/bernstein.html

 

http://hubpages.com/education/Social-Distinctions-in-Language

 

 

What value

What value  is there in a widow’s  hours?

Her love’s gone, now she’s restless in her grief.

Does she from  life’s insanity now  cower?

Or welcome madness as a kindly thief?

 

She sits forlorn and gazes at the trees

From summer ripe to winter bare of leaf.

But no-one  knows  quite what  it is she sees:

Not surfaces but  skeletons beneath.

 

 

Unthinkable,  immeasurable sorrow deep

Uncontainable the cataract released.

Destroying  the tranquillity of sleep.

Suffering which  mere death cannot  make cease.

 

No, elimination of both holy life and   death.

Return of  all that is  to nothingness.

Two very useful Latin phrases

This is from Wikipedia and there are many  more.These are used in maths,logic and philosophy.

tiff infomation
tiff infomation

 

a posteriori from the latter Based on observation (i.e., empirical evidence), the reverse of a priori. Used in mathematics and logic to denote something that is known after a proof has been carried out. In philosophy, used to denote something known from experience.
a priori from the former Presupposed independent of experience, the reverse of a posteriori. Used in mathematics and logic to denote something that is known or postulated before a proof has been carried out. In philosophy, used to denote something is supposed without empirical evidence. In everyday speech, it denotes something occurring or being known before the event

Give me acid or I’ll drop

 

Hemoglobin,hemoglobin, hemoglobin you are mine

I  am lost and gone for ever, smoke my grass and drink my wine.

Give me acid, folic acid, give me acid  don’t delay

I’m anaemic, don’t believe it, just you ask my doctor gay.

I have iron,I have iron; iron itself is not enough

Give me kale and brussels sprouts, serve me in the horse’s trough

My red blood cells, my red blood cells ,are too big to do their  work

Give me liver with no quiver;hurry now ,I’ll run amok

Give me citrus, give me acid, give me fortified real bread.

You get the picture? Hear my lecture, blimey .what the devil said

Haemoglobin

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Photo by Mike Flemming.Copyright.

hemoglobin

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Noun(plural hemoglobins)

  1. The iron-containing substance in red blood cells that transports oxygen from the lungs to the rest of the body; it consists of aprotein (globulin), and haem (a porphyrin ring with an atom of iron at its centre).
OriginFrom Ancient Greek αἷμα (haima, “blood”) + Latin globus (“ball, sphere”) + -in.

English Wiktionary. Available under CC-BY-SA license.
Read more at http://www.yourdictionary.com/hemoglobin#4Tq8MTvm0BbBRQsT.99

The bridge swayed

Stepping onto that fragile bridge
Which swayed in the breeze,
Stepping onto that fragile bridge
Was a difficult moment
Though I could see you far away.
As we traveled,sometimes we walked,
Sometimes we walked too fast,
Or without paying due attention
To the winds that blew across the water.
Sometimes I felt afraid I would fall
As the bridge swayed too much over
The dark sea.Or you might fall or turn back.
Sometimes we stopped walking and stood waiting
As if some portent would appear
To tell us what to do.
Still, we continued, with trust growing
After each difficulty…
All at once, you were near me,
And I recognized your face..
That light in your eyes
And your hands holding the ropes..
So we stood there,over the churning waters,
And all I wanted to  do was to smile.
I wanted to smile.And I’m still smiling
Despite all the strains and trials…
And I see you are smiling too.

Greek word humor

Democracy, theocracy

How d’y’  spell  bureaucracy?

Demonstrate, remonstrate.

How ‘s your curiosity?

 

Epidemics,academics.

I write all  with these cheap  bics.

Pan-demics and pot-demics

Greek is funnier than the flicks.

Pancreatic  or dramatic;

If it fits  then I will click it.

Panoramic, photographic

Radios , all full of static.

Melodramatic,Can we crack it?

If  cathartic , we’ll all knick it.

Palindromic,testimonic,

If we write it let, them pick it

 

 

 

Democracy

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Take such gold and use it well

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This photo is by Mike Flemming .Copyright

 

One part of writing is to guess
which tool will suit your hand the best.
Know which  image  brings out joy,
as you new sentences employ.
Writing brings up treasures deep,
as do dreams whilst we’re asleep.
Take such gold and use it well
Ring out purely like a bell.
Wisdom comes from sharing views;
One viewpoint, our vision skews.

 

Note:William Blake :single vision