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You were my hearts big fright. | |
| Sail between his legs,please. |  |
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| Fake a cracked sheet | ||
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Imitate his wrath by blunders | |
| Make a breather stop | ||
| Irritate me with a cough | ||
| Forsake a leek.Try red onions |  |
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| Take a long stalk off a short plant | ||
| Fake a stricture, it will crash longer | ||
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Take a step back into the quarry | |
| Take hair off your knitting, | ||
| Make hens writhe |  |
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| Drake was breeezy | ||
| Partake with brio | ||
| Take it to the sin wit | ||
| Take it with a grain of fault | ||
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Take one aspirin for that scream | |
| Make mock of a pen | ||
| Take the bell from the French horns | ||
| Take the crowd out of the games | ||
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Make the easy pay out | |
| Take the love off the men,you. |  |
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| Make the lunge and grab it | ||
| Take the sins out of the mail | ||
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Make this world the norm | |
| Take your wife in your own hands |  |
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| Taken out with a springy tide | ||
| The government fakes its polls on you | ||
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Taking the strategic route the police won me over | |
| Talk to the land,sing to the sea.Whatever else you do never tell me |  |
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Walk hop,run,hip | |
| Talk until you are glued in the disgrace |  |
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Walking behind his knick-knack and his six pack |
Day: March 26, 2016
Love is standing behind you
If you are feeling sad,with noone to share your feelings.
If you are going mad,with noone to give you healing
Just look round,
Just look round.
For Love is standing right behind you.
Just look round,
Just look round.
For Love is standing right behind you.
If you are feeling blue,with noone to converse with.
If you are haven’t a clue,who life should be lived with
Just look round,
Just look round,
For Love is standing here beside you.
If you are feeling low with noone there to care
If life’s lost its glow with noone there to share
Just look about
Just look about
For Love is here beside you if you dare
To see
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Non-sense!
If we know what impersonate means,what does imchocolateate mean?
English is a hard language
Next,what does imspectaclestate mean.?
Yes,my lord,she was trying to pass herself off as a pair of spectacles.
No,my lord,I am just having trouble learning to spell
imticles my enticles to try to look like spectacles.
It enchuckles my dottleacs to try look like a box of chocolate cats.
It enthruckles my enteliacs to try to look like a box of candlewax.
It delickles my spontiliacks to try to eat an enchocolatillladillado.
Yes,my lord,I plead guilty to being a direct indescandant of him, James Joyce, and the bontiliadacs
I am sentenced to thirty years of thesaurean anticleeriacs and terroriasmacs.
With constant unaccess to ice pick pocketpacks and diplomacs stats
Next,what does imspectaclestate mean.?
Yes,my lord,she was trying to pass herself off as a pair of spectacles.
No,my lord,I am just having trouble learning to spell
imticles my enticles to try to look like spectacles.
It enchuckles my dottleacs to try look like a box of chocolate cats.
It enthruckles my enteliacs to try to look like a box of candlewax.
It delickles my spontiliacks to try to eat an enchocolatillladillado.
Yes,my lord,I plead guilty to being a direct indescandant of him, James Joyce, and the bontiliadacs
I am sentenced to thirty years of thesaurean anticleeriacs and terroriasmacs.
With constant unaccess to ice pick pocketpacks and diplomacs stats
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We hope but are nervous.Amen
Our Father,Stars in Heaven,
Spell out thy Great Name.
Thy wisdom comes
And Angels’ sums
Add up our human pain.
Thy love is felt,
Though we live in doubt
About the human game.
Give us delay
On bankers pay,
And forgive us our lackluster efforts
As we forgive those who lack humanity with us,
And guide us into a Demonstration
To make plain to the Nation
The evil done to the Poor,
The Disabled,the Mentally Ill,
And their Carers.
For Thine is the Trial
At the Hour of the Bible Story
We hope but are nervous.Amen
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I accept
Sometimes writing makes me breathe differently.
I can feel the silence settle around me,
Like a prayer shawl.
i accept it gratefully.
There’s a thin feeling to the day
As if the sun might have tried harder
to come through
But it had a blue feeling
And the clouds were greedy,
Wanting too much to melt
And shed their moisture.
Some perfume please,I think it was £27.99
Yes,I like that one even more than jasmine oil.
Pour it down over London
Like a blessing.
A black woman laughed and patted my arm,
You’re so funny,she cried.
And I smiled coyly
As if someone hidden was taking my photograph.
Sometimes life’s too sweet
And needs a little pepper.
The chair creaks as I lean forward
Trying to see everything at once
As if it all happened now,not yesterday
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In the family
Oh,yes,I do lovely handwriting
Just like my dad.
It runs in the family
And I like chip sandwiches with butter
It runs in the family.
No,I can’t do cryptic crosswords.
Or enigmatic looks.
It runs in the family.
I read too many clever books
Instead of earning money.
It just runs in the family.
Yes,we are all music freaks.
We listen to Schubert and Schoenberg all night.
It runs in the family.
We are all impolite.
But we can’t help it cos
It runs in the family.
Yes,we all use four letter words,
It’s a free country,besides,
It runs in the family!
And no we can’t write poetry,you see
Writing doesn’t run in my family.
But,we all practice monogamy,
So far,though, unsuccessfully,because
Adultery runs in the family.
Which puts a slightly different complexion on the phrase
“It runs in the family”
But, alas,all of my ancestors are dead.
It runs in the family!
It runs in the family
And I like chip sandwiches with butter
It runs in the family.
No,I can’t do cryptic crosswords.
Or enigmatic looks.
It runs in the family.
I read too many clever books
Instead of earning money.
It just runs in the family.
Yes,we are all music freaks.
We listen to Schubert and Schoenberg all night.
It runs in the family.
We are all impolite.
But we can’t help it cos
It runs in the family.
Yes,we all use four letter words,
It’s a free country,besides,
It runs in the family!
And no we can’t write poetry,you see
Writing doesn’t run in my family.
But,we all practice monogamy,
So far,though, unsuccessfully,because
Adultery runs in the family.
Which puts a slightly different complexion on the phrase
“It runs in the family”
But, alas,all of my ancestors are dead.
It runs in the family!
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Our love and courage will not fail.
The life boat crew are safely home
They’ve brought the shipwrecked sailors too.
The storm has passed,the wind has dropped
The sea is swaying softly now.
Wrapped in soft night clothes,their offspring
Are all in world of dream still lost.
Their fathers’ safely home this time.
They save wrecked ships despite the cost.
Will any lifeboat crew be there
To help less blessed ones from despair,
And lives, too many ,spent in care
No fathers and no mothers near?
The sea we certainly must fear,
But more we fear the acts of those
Who try to buy our minds and wills,
for votes in the election booths.
Oh hush my baby,go to sleep,
It is your mammy’s job to weep.
I wish I knew just what to do
To empower the lives of wains like you.
Sleep well ,sleep well,my little child.
The sun will rise,the air is mild.
We’ll trust that when we all set sail
Our love and courage will not fail.
Oh,hush my sweet one,I am near.
The world’s too big for bairns to bear.
We’ll do much better this time round.
We’ll not let this boat run aground.
*NB Wain and bairn mean infant /child /baby used in certain parts of the British Isles mainly northern
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Optimists
My husband is an optimist manque
He eats porridge oats made from clay.
Then he spends all day long
In the bathroom, in song.
It’s so good to know when he is gay.
I am an optimist too.
I fasten my mind up with glue
I don’t want to change it
Nor even rearrange it.
With cliches’tis crudely bestrewed.
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Are prayers cliches?
In my previous post I said it was not a good idea to use cliches as they are second hand.But prayers or songs are words which have been used many times before.And will go on being used until we blow ourselves up.And fairy tales and stories are also repeated down the generations.
Are these cliches?
With prayers I suppose for ones which are in the liturgy we need something we can all say together.Yet even such a prayer can become a meaningless habit.Similarly we will hear tomorrow hymns about Jesus and the Resurrection;hymns in which we promise to be good,compassionate etc
Then we leave the church and return to our usual mode of life.So being too familiar we do not always hear the prayers or hymns.So in that sense thay have become cliched language which has been emptied of meaning by over-use.
Maybe that’s why Quakers are silent until a person gets a thought they want to share.It is spontaneous.
Some prayers and chants are meant to alter our consciousness.Repeating words is usual in meditation.But unless we want to do it it can be meaningless like saying the rosary may be.It was a trial to me as a child.
In the end we can only reduce the amount of second hand language we use anut d try to look at our loved ones afresh daily.We can’t recreate the world every hour.But maybe we can become more aware of what we say.
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What’s so wrong about using cliches?
http://theeditorsblog.net/2011/01/26/cliches-are-they-really-that-bad/
Every time we look at a person or a tree we see a different vision.But to simplify life we tend to create a fixed image of them in our mind and instead of seeing the person we see this image.I know that is why sometimes people don’t notice when someone else is upset or happy.
The funniest example is from my own life.I used to be extremely thin until I got married.Then I became normal.Unfortunately owing to health issues I then got much bigger.I met a former colleague in the town.She always did have a sharp tongue.When we were discussing clothes she said something nasty to me based on the fact that she believed I was still very thin.So she wasn’t seeing me.
If we can see better we can describe better.But that may mean using new metaphors or other words/sentences.Is it too demanding? If you want to write better you can’t rely on using second hand phrases.They are a way of avoiding seeing.
Even in oral communication we need to avoid them if possible because they are boring.But they are a short cut so that is why we do it.
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A mere mirage
My new-found hope may be a mere mirage;
Illusion of no help in my despair.
Yet imagination stirs up needed courage
And helps the mind and heart in their repair.
I’ll dwell not in the mind’s relentless thoughts;
I’ll use my eyes and ears and skin
Then i that trap, I never shall be caught.
I’ll see and hear to moderate this din.
In wider focus all will take their place
I’ll focus less on this wound I bear late
And see both good and bad in every space.
So not dismiss the world and all its states.
Changing vision show us truer measures.
Perception valued brings to us much treasure.
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Marvellous mirage
Merriam Webster
Word of the Day : March 26, 2016
noun muh-RAHZH
Definition
1 : an illusion sometimes seen at sea, in the desert, or over hot pavement that looks like a pool of water or a mirror in which distant objects are seen inverted
2 : something illusory and unattainable like a mirage
Examples
The members of the caravan thought they spied water ahead, but it turned out to be a mirage.
“Apparently, my [computer science] major lets me magically solve people’s technical problems, even if I haven’t been explicitly trained how to do so. It seems like the field is shrouded in esotericism. That impression, however, is really just a mirage.” — Keshav Tadimeti, The Daily Bruin (University of California, Los Angeles), 8 Feb. 2016
Did You Know?
A mirage is a sort of optical illusion, a reflection of light that can trick the mind into interpreting the sight as an apparently solid thing. It makes sense, therefore, that the word mirage has its roots in the concept of vision. Mirage was borrowed into English at the dawn of the 19th century from the French verb mirer (“to look at”), which also gave us the word mirror. Mirer in turn derives from Latin mirari (“to wonder at”). Mirari is also the ancestor of the English words admire, miracle, and marvel, as well as the rare adjective mirific (meaning “marvelous”).
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I have no mind
I have no teeth and comb-less I remain.
My hair once silk is now a tangled briar.
Men gaze on me with dumbness and disdain
My crumbling visage lighteth not their fire.
I have no mind and so I cannot think.
I cannot love nor hate now I grow tired.
Yet runs my nose and do my eyes not blink?
Where is a man with care and keen desire?
I have no heart,or it turns cold and hard.
Yet soul I have and spirit and my sight.
At life’s long game I fling down all my cards.
And ask for nothing but a means of flight.
For beauty withers as my wisdom grows.
And none observe the circling of the crows.
How my heart sings 