Day: March 25, 2016

Ariel by Sylvia Plath

  SYLVIA PLATH
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God’s lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks—
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air—
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel—
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child’s cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.

If I went to church now

 

If I were a church goer
A really, really keen one
All day long I’d pray and meditate
If I were a  very fervent man.

I’d always say my prayers right.
Oh,really, really good
All night long I’d think of my  dear friends
If I were  that really holy one

 

I’d get acute insomnia.
Ah,really,really  bad.
All day long I’d  moan to my dear wife.
If I  tried to do what I began.

And then she would just leave me.
Oh, no oh no,oh no!
All day long I’d weep into my soup.
And miss her lovely home made currant  jam.

I think I am a zealot.
I really,really do.
All day long I’d  scrutinise my sins.
And wonder if I’m caught up with Satan.

 

I think I’ll stay  agnostic
I really see it’s best.
All day long I work and play and sing.
Just like any other lucky man.

I’m really not important.
No,I’m not and nor are you.
All day long we help each other on;
While the women thrash us with their pans.

 

I guess we ought to help them.
Even that’s not  quite p.c.
All day long they say  that we should share.
And so today I admit I have begun,

 

My wife is very zaftig.
Diddly,diddly dom
All day long I sweep and brush her hair.
Because I am a very lustful man.

My version of the cliches

I say I do this because I come up with a few sentences which can form part of a poem.I really do it because it amuses me.

  • In the blend of our days
  • At the end of the fray
  • As we send your our prayers
  • Back  to the facts.
  • Lack of road maps
  • Stick  to your tact at all lost
  • The tact of the dater matters
  • The stacks of crude matter appall
  • The lack of grey matter is staggering
  • Clues are far between my eyes
  • Rues and often screams after the end
  • Dues have never  been screened
  • Cue for on-line stream here
  • A drivel slaying  field was found in the English  Department
  • A bevelled praying shield hung in the church
  • A devil saying yield torments us zealots
  • In this way we ail.Heal us,  we urge.
  • In this cry ,they wailed.
  • And, in this,I say fail.
  • to all , repent  and re-focus
  • The extent of his purpose
  • The intent of his crude cross
  • when all’s said  in fun
  • Ben always makes it grim
  • Then all was read  by a nun
  • in the final paralysis
  • in the urinal analysis
  • win the final for  all of us
  • come fool a yokel
  • gone cool and  inveigled
  • Come rule us locals
  • A  mercedes  is a car for the coarse
  • He was far off the course
  • He  looked like   part of the horse.
  • think outside  her locks
  • Blink and shout out,Foxed.
  • avoid  her  if she’s vague
  • Devoid of even plague
  • in the currant permit we made fruit scones
  • In the errant bare- mitt fight.
  • mass looks at us terrorise.
  • At least text- code us.
  • at this moment  of shame
  • in this lament and pain
  • the wrath of beast persistence
  • the  class of least existence
  • a baptism of liars after Confession
  • a rapt schism  of dire zealots
  • a  lapse in fire.
  • in any way, she vaunts
  • in every way he taunts.
  • Sin everywhere, he counts
  • Bar mitts far?
  • Far blitz-grief,
  • Her bits creak.
  • What is this joint?
  • Hot  is the point.
  • A lot is disjointed.
  • A pot of ten pints.

More common cliches from Oxford Dictionary online

Here’s a list of some common clichés to look out for and avoid:

  • at the end of the day
  • back on track
  • the fact of the matter
  • few and far between
  • a level playing field
  • in this day and age
  • to all intents and purposes
  • when all’s said and done
  • in the final analysis
  • come full circle
  • par for the course
  • think outside the box
  • avoid someone or something like the plague
  • in the current climate
  • mass exodus
  • at this moment in time
  • the path of least resistance
  • a baptism of fire
  • in any way, sh

I’m not addicted, though I try.

New cats today

Oh,doctor I am in a flap
I cannot turn this childproof cap
I cannot take my medicine
So I shall toss it in the bin

The beta blockers make me down
I am in a study brown.
The mini aspirins make me bruise
And my mind is quite confused.

The ibuprofen hurt my heart
Yet without one I cannot start.
The thyroxine has no effect
So now I feel my life is dreck.

The codeine fails to make me high
I'm not addicted, though I try.
I'll have to take a shot of gin
And alcohol will make me sin.

I'll go to parties in a dress
That makes men's hormones more or less.
I'll take a big one home with me,
And give him poison in his tea.

And when I am in jail at last
I'll feel remorse for all my past.
For as I suffer dreadful pain
God has hit me yet again.

It's not enough that I am blind
And suffer terrors in my mind
Not enough that lovers cruel
Give me stick instead of jewels.

Or maybe life does not make sense
Especially when I feel so tense.
Maybe random are my days
and my life has gone astray.

I think that I shall buy a cat
And love it tenderly and chat.
But if my cat gives me a scratch...
I'll light its tail up with a match.

All the world must me obey
Else I'll be enraged all day.
I want my own way all the time.
Other people must conform.

I am here and full of ills
What do you think of these blue pills?
If they take away my heart
That at least will be a start.

Then they can remove my brain
To help me with this damned pain.
Why not kill me right away
Then I'll be from pain astray?