Day: March 8, 2016

Why do people paint?

 

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I think anyone who has a  little time would benefit from art classes even though I found it terrifying.Learning anything new makes us anxious.And there was a rude ex-teacher  who was a pupil who would make nasty comments  on my efforts! Even so,I learned more than I thought but have not spent  enough time on it as writing takes my attention more.

I do notice now my efforts are often humorous like this church below.

 

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Though winter reigns across the land

 Winter may reign across the land

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And frost and snow abound.
But I smelled the roses’ scent so sweet
When  you were  then around

I loved my love in summertime
Yet loving was easier then.
But when that winter cold smote us,
I loved my love again.

The deepest snow,the heaviest frost
Did not keep me away.
Come summer sky or winter fogs
I’d love you every day.

The sweetest flower that ever bloomed
Was not as sweet as you.
You were my garden of delights
I loved you through and through.

When spring arrives we see the buds
Of flowers that will  soon bloom,
I know sweet love  opened us,
Like flowers in   warm sun.

Trees so tall

Trees so tall their
wind turned branches stroke the air.
leaves still green,
still stretching sunward
will burn red and gold soon.

Wood pigeons cause a flurry
by the birdbath,
as I pass they indicate surprise
with strange cries.
Look up at the sky,
it’s blue again
no clouds.
a silver plane flies north,
are people looking down at us?

If only love made time last
would like this morning
to be longer,
for our turning earth
to pause for a moment.

How dear you are to me.
I stretch my hand
to touch you,
as if you are a leaf
bathed in light.
no shadows on your face,
no shadows in your eyes
but smiling with the beauty
seen by those who love.
Come kiss me now ,my dove.

Displaced worry

cat gazing at flying objects
cat gazing at flying objects

 

I was musing about all the articles on health in the newspapers today.We are probably more healthy than our ancestors.There is more diabetes because THEY CHANGED THE DEFINITION.

Diabetes is not clearly demarcated.. we go from normal blood sugar to high to diabetic.The cut off points are sometimes changed when doctors believe it’s better to treat people who in the past were not regarded as diabetic.

The other aspect is that being anxious about our personal health  might be a way of avoiding anxiety about bigger issues in politics and our social world.And the fact that life now may seem meaningless to many people.Religion has its downside but it did give a meaning to life and structure in which to live.But now I am told people who go to church often don’t believe but want to meet people not God.

Pre-dead

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!

Birth control

All I know is that diaphrams are a form of birth control.
I am puzzled by that because we all have diaphragms, yet some of us have no control of any kind.
If your diaphragm doesn’t move you can’t breathe so you can’t procreate.
No,you’d be dead!
A very strange form of birth control.
Maybe you can just faint and then your husband can have his way with you.
But would you want sex with someone unconscious?
It’s another case of a-symmetry.. a man can have relations with a faint woman but if the man faints that’s the end of it.I suspect!
How disappointing.
I suppose you  might use a carrot instead.
Well,it would be a form of birth control.
And girth control.
How come?
Sex is exercise,isn’t it?
Being alive is exercise!
Keep moving in any way you can,.however irregular.
Regular is better
But anything goes today except death.

 

 

We can get to know the strangers

Through one person,
We can  get to know the strangers,
The loved,the lost the lone;
And touch them with our hearts;
Or we can turn away.

We,like the trees,grow from one soil,
From one earth,
Warmed by a shared sun.
To that earth we all return.
Now,through my touch on the keys,
I send you this,my love.

From Proverbs

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Whoever isolates himself seeks his own desire;
    he breaks out against all sound judgment.
 A fool takes no pleasure in understanding,
    but only in expressing his opinion.
 When wickedness comes, contempt comes also,
    and with dishonor comes disgrace.
 The words of a man’s mouth are deep waters;
    the fountain of wisdom is a bubbling brook.
 It is not good to be partial to[a] the wicked
    or to deprive the righteous of justice.
A fool’s lips walk into a fight,
    and his mouth invites a beating.
 A fool’s mouth is his ruin,
    and his lips are a snare to his soul.
8The words of a whisperer are like delicious morsels;
    they go down into the inner parts of the body.
 A rich man’s wealth is his strong city,
    and like a high wall in his imagination.
 Before destruction a man’s heart is haughty,
    but humility comes before honor.

In the deep waters I must trust

When seven years come round again
My self is liquified,
My skin becomes a holding shell
For my old self has died.
As I dissolve I feel great fear
And yet I trust my soul.
So in the sea I lose my form,
And with the waves I roll.
I am at one with all the world,
And yet I am nothing.
My inner waters rise and fall
What will the high tide bring?
After my drowning I shall rise
And I shall be renewed.
I must submit to that strange Life
With which I am imbued.
I am not mistress of myself,
I am this moment’s flower.
In the deep waters I must trust
To take me to the shore.
O hang my arms with grasses green
And dissolve me in your sea.
Thus when the time comes for rebirth
Regenerated I shall be.

I love the shade of you

I love the color 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.

Your loss went through me like a knife.

I found the message on your door,
You don’t love me any more.
Once you said “Oh,je t’adore”
Confusin’ ,musin’ losin’.
Why leave your message on display?
It’s been pinned up there all day.
I feel it’s such a cruel way.
Posin’,.musin’,.choosin’.
Can’t you tell me face to face,
Are you so short of human grace?
A brief letter would show more taste.
Deludin,broodin,floosin’.
Let me learn a lesson here.
I will not live my life in fear.
I’ll just shift into high gear
Illusion,fusion,musin’.
Once I thought that you loved me.
You announced it on the BBC.
Was it just publicity?
Amazin’,fazin’,crazin’.
Everybody has one life,
Sometimes filled with woe and strife.
Your loss went through me like a knife.
But,thank God I’m not your wife!
Musin’,choosin”,loosin,boozin

The tide turns and life alters..

Have you ever had a dream,
That you were all alone?
Have you lived with someone handsome,
With a heart like a cold stone?

Have you drowned in deep,cold rivers,
And been lost in shadowed caves?
Have you lived with too much fusion,
Till you drowned in ghostly waves?

The waves run down the sea shore,
Then up they come once more.
The tide turns and life alters..
Deep on that ocean floor

.
You were so beautiful and silent,
Like a sword without its sheath.
I should have let you take me,
The way you took away my breath

Emile takes Stan to the vet

 

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    Stan realized it was time for Emile to have his annual flu jab.He stopped polishing the back  windows and picked up the phone.
    Hello,it’s Stan here.Can I make an appointment for Emile?
    Yes, come today if Emile has had a bath
    Are you joking?
    Yes,the receptionist responded cheerfully.
    Actually he did have a bath and now can swim breaststroke! Stan faltered.
    How amazing,she said sweetly.
    Stan got out Emile’s travelling basket.He put some copies of The Independent inside
    in case Emile was bored..
    Here,Emile,I’m taking you for a ride in the car.kindly step into your basket,you dear creature.
    Can’t I sit by you and wear a seat belt?
    I fear it’s illegal as yet.
    OK,grand-dad,Emile answered jauntily.He climbed into the basket and sat up staring out boldly with his great amber eyes.
    The doorbell rang.
    Hello,Annie,Would you like to come to the vet’s with us?
    Annie looked down at her violet velvet track suit and purple trainers with real gold 9 carat laces.
    Yes,I’ll sit in the back with Emile, she muttered
    After ten minutes they arrived  at the vet’s and parked the car under an elm tree.Stan carried the basket steadily not wanting the poor cat to fall in an undignified manner.
    Annie looked at her green nails.
    Do you like my nail varnish,Stan?
    To be honest,I prefer shell pink,he said softly.
    Why is that,darling?
    It is more feminine! Stan informed her laddishly
    Feminine!But you can see I’m feminine!
    I’d  like you to be even more feminine,he chuckled
    Oh,yes ,agreed Emile,So do I.
    You men,she cried sweetly,never satisfied.
    I wouldn’t say that,my America,my Newfoundland!
    What’s up? Swallowed the dictionary.
    It’s a poem,actually.And it’s what Ted Hughes called Sylvia Plath,
    You’ve been reading again.It’s bad for you.
    Don’t you like to be my new found land?Stan enquired jocosely
    A bit late to ask now,she murmured seductively.
    Next moment they were in the empty waiting room.Then,ala. a man came in with a big black dog.Emile stared fiercely and the dog whimpered and lay down on the floor.
    The vet came out and asked Stan to bring Emile in.Emile gave a yell at the dog before Stan shut the door.So,said the beautiful young vet,how is pussy today.
    Emile remained silent.
    He’s fine,just needs his flu jab.muttered Stan.
    Come now,Emile come out of there.But Emile was clinging to his basket with  his sharp claws.
    Are you afraid Emile?He asked kindly
    No,I’m not afraid,I’m just acting how vets expect cats to act.
    So Emile speaks English?
    He knows French too.
    Je t’aime Emile.
    Bedankt,madame.
    Stop showing off and get out of there,she doesn’t speak Dutch.
    Mein mutter wast immer krank,cried Emile.
    Get out now!
    Emile came out slowly and stood by this good lady.
    She looks a bit like Annie, he whispered.
    The vet took out a small needle and swiftly injected Emile.
    What a good boy,she sang,would you like a jelly baby?
    A jelly baby!Cats don’t eat jelly babies! Emile said proudly
    Well, have a go! the vet replied
    Emile stalked back to his basket,put on some glasses and began to read the editorial in The Independent.
    Stan was hoping to make a suggestive remark to the vet,but Annie came in.
    Hurry up,there’s a thunderstorm coming.Her nails were now pink.
    Did you change your nail varnish? he asked her.
    No,the green was artificial nails!I took them off.
    Can I have some claw varnish.demanded Emile
    What color?
    I fancy teal,Emile miaowed.
    Teal!How ludicrous!
    What about red?
    Too pretentious.
    I don’t think I’ll bother then,the cat said languidly
    We men don’t have to bother about such things.
    Well,you are lucky said Annie.
    I hate makeup and nail varnish,blow dries and manicures but I don’t feel feminine without it.
    You feel very feminine to me said Stan,running his hand softly along her forearm
    and patting her behind!
    Stan!Not here in the road!
    Why not?enquired Emile.It looks ideal to me if you go behind those bushes.
    Annie jumped into the car and drove away leaving Stan to carry Emile to the bus stop for a tedious journey home.Then she reappeared,opened the door and said,come on now
    let’s all go home.I’m sorry I drove away.I’m feeling a bit blue today.
    They got in and arrived safely home where Stan brewed a big pot of tea and let Annie sit on the sofa with her feet on a  cushion.He rubbed her head gently.Lovely,she purred.
    I like having my head stroked.

    So do I,said Emile loudly but alas they were too busy to hear or care.So Emile fell asleep and dreamed he was only a character in a story written by a character on East Enders.

 

 

Stan’s mind starts to wander

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  • Stan put on his hat and went down the spring green garden where a blackbird trilled.The sunlight was very strong,almost glaring in intensity.That’s an interesting word,more commonly used to describe the angry expression on the face of an adult who believed he is a position of power,he thought.
    It pains most people to be glared at, he reminded himself.
    Stan’s wife Mary had a habit of humming or even singing as she went about her day at work or home.Usually sshe didn’t realise!
    He recalled the day she came home from her Art Class to amuse him with a tale of a very wealthy and dominating lady who had suddenly glared at Maru and shrieked,
    Is there something wrong with you?
    Mary said,
    Yes, there is actually. but I don’t usually talk about it except with the doctors.
    Why not ? shrieked the woman nastily in her dominatrix style
    Well,I thought it might upset folk to hear I am terminally ill but in your case I’ll make an exception.
    Well,I don’t give a f*ck, you are annoying, me was the reply that she received.
    Even if you are dying right now that is no excuse for humming in the class.
    Well,said the teacher,I always thought you were a very superior person,Nancy,but now I hear you insulting my newest pupil in public I believe I was mistaken.
    Oh,Mary had told Stan, it seems that humming” Neasden” in the class, albeit unconsciously. is far worse than to be seriously ill.
    There is no sense of proportion now…surely anyone can see there is no comparison though I prefer hearing the Trout Quintet,myself,he had told her
    Fortunately Mary’s illness had been completely cured by a new drug and she was able to continue her Art and riding her bicycle.Nancy was too proud to apologise but after hearing Mary was going to recover completely she had offered her  a quarter of a broken chocolate biscuit at coffee time.
    You are too thin, she admonished Mary,but I have come to like your humming and am even thinking of trying it myself.How do you do it?
    I can’t say,Mary answered,it just happens.
    I see,said Nancy.Perhaps I’ll go to a singing teacher.
    I hope she does instead of coming here,Mary thought as she still glares at me wherever I sit.She’s a bit like those pictures of Saints whose eyes seem to be on you and follow you wherever you sit in the room  in a judgmental way.
    Stan’s mind was wandering as he gazed over his fence.He remembered when he first met Mary when her bicycle had been stolen from outside a Public Library and he had helped her to look for it.In fact it was he who had stolen it in order to have an excuse to speak to her.How singularly blue her eyes were when she smiled graciously at any man nearby.As her conscious mind was on a branch of mathematics it left her unconscious free to seek what it desired free of all constraints thus causing mayhem until June when term ended and only the ancient postgraduates were left in the deserted city free to play with non-linear diffferential equations all day blong