Month: March 2016

What are sonnets?

Examples of Sonnets : Poetry through the Ages: From Sonnets
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die.
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and th

Emile and St Valentine

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Stan was feeling so puzzled.He stood in his front room staring at the rowan tree outside.

Do ants fall in love,he asked himself.
Are swans the most beautiful birds?
Shall I send Annie a card tomorrow?
Should I send Mary one as well?
He went outside and watched the ants running up and down the tree trunk.
They seem to work so hard but they never get bored.
But is this true? We have no way of knowing.
At last Stan has found a question with no answer.
Is boredom a unique quality of humans?
If that were so we ought to have a Patron Saint of Boredom
though not of Bores.
Why are some people so boring?
Luckily Annie had seen Stan and rushed out in a teal coloured all wool outfit
made more weird by having butterfly motifs scattered on it at random.
“Why have you got those butterflies on your clothes ?”
he asked her in a silly way.
“It’s to cover up the moth holes.”She pertly replied.
“You must have a lot of moths.Do moths fall in love?
do they get bored?”
“You seem in a funny mood today,”Annie murmured.
“Why don’t we go out for coffee?”
“I’ve just made a pot full.Please join me.”
“Thank you,” she cried wildly.
They sat down in the kitchen where Emile was sitting by the window.
“Good morning,Emile.”Annie shouted.
“No need to shout,” Emile miaowed politely.”I’m not deaf”.
“I am sorry, Emile.” she responded furtively,”I am over-excited.”
“Why is that? Stan demanded like an untrained philosopher.
“Well,I’ve already had ten Valentines.
“Already.You must have done it fast!” he teased her gently.
“No,you idiot.I mean cards.
“You must be popular”
“Some look like women’s writing.”
“Let me see,”he asked swiftly.
To his surprise, one was in the handwriting of his wife Mary.
“Are you bisexual?” he asked her wonderingly.
“No,I’m just annissexual,” she repliied saucily.
“What does that mean?”
“Well,it’s just one letter away from “Anti-sexual.”
“That’s a relief.You are not anti yet,then.”
“Not yet”,she whispered coyly.
“Would you make love to a woman?”
“Only if she made love to me.”
Mmmmmmmmmmmm
.Apparently seeing lesbian movies turns men on.do you watch them?”
“Not bloody likely,I want to get turned off.”
“That could be boring,”she said sweetly as she combed his eyebrows with an old toothbrush.
“Well,I could do the polishing better and get the house sorted out.Fill the freezer with casseroles and defrost the oven.
Yes,though would that be so rewarding as loving another human?
“I guess not” he answered slavishly.
“Shall we go to your place and have a cuddle.
OK
Emile was very put out as he liked to see people kissing but he had grown very philosophical over the years and at least he could get on with his book,
“Wittgenstein’s cat.”
He switched on the netbook and began to type:
“Not everyone knows how important cats were in philosophy.But now we can reveal all.The saying,
“Of that which we cannot speak we must miaow”
was inspired by Daisy,Wittgenstein;s favourite cat.
And,”Of that which we cannot purr we must yowl.” was inspired by Ludo, a fine male cat that lived with wittgenstein in Ireland.
So as Emile types,we must tiptoe away

What is a sentence?

How to dress for summer

 

1.Wear a skirt and top.You can put a clean top on and wear the skirt for longer..Ironing a dress is time consuming.Also if it turns cool you can wear a watmer T shirt.
2.Wear dresses made from a non-iron fabric.However these may be too warm/sweaty..
3.Don’t wear jeans.They are too hot and need washing and ironing frequently.If you wear tencel ones they are cooler.But need ironing.
4.Try to get a cotton mac or duster coat.They are better than polyester in warm weather.The fashion is for pattterns.
5.Sandals may be dangerous in towns if they are open toed.You can get shoes with ventilation openings from Hotters etc.
6.Try to get garments with pockets in.Maybe a man’s linen jacket?Saves carrying a handbag.
7.If you wear  petticoats it keeps your clothes cleaner.But they need to be  at least 50% cotton
8.Must  have cotton night wear and sheets
9.We don’t  absolutely need to wash our clothes after one wearing except for white tops etc.
10.Maybe your partner likes ironing?
11.Maybe you can afford to use an ironing service?

As old as the bills

  • As old as the bills
  • As old as the quills
  • Fit as a  quibble
  • Flit with a nibble
  • Without a  hair in the world
  • Without a flair in  her curls
  • A   fly  found in the trough
  • Why are  you rough?
  • Sighed with a cough.
  • Raves  like a lion
  • Waves back from Sion
  • Weak as a mitten
  • Squeaks like a kitten
  • Wrote Daddy then bit him
  • Rose up from the suave.

Read more at http://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples-of-cliches.html#xwpouh1x3JfOczvt.99

Death with menace

  • Cat got your  wrong?
  • Rat ate my rung
  • Fat eating’s wrong
  • Fell head over wheels.
  • Death with menace
  • Read between the library  fines
  • Butt wrenching strain
  • Heart-stopping  here
  • Heart stopping freer
  • I love you more than wife herself
  • Heart flopping’s queer
  • The quiet before the  return
  • The night before the storm

Read more at http://examples.yourdictionary.com/examples-of-cliches.html#SyvvsjHy3zq0Kyje.99

Bored to death

  1. snack on  a stitch
  2. black as the face of Hades
  3. blast from the vast
  4. needing hearts so  badly
  5.  a blessing is a surprise
  6.  his blind rendition
  7.  be as kind as a cat
  8.  a pleading in the mind
  9. blood is sicker than water
  10. blood,brats and fears
  11. Show off  a queen with me
  12. grow your own horn here
  13. flashing aside
  14.  it boils gowns too
  15.   a good phone to nick
  16.  he’s bored by  leers and lured by beers
  17.  why do the bored laugh?
  18. bottomless wit found near here

A Jackson Pollock of the page.

For these words to land on.
Lying like a mixed up puzzle,
I pushed them with my fingers.
Until I made a verse from them
Which suits wild drunken singers.
A Jackson Pollock of the page.
Post modern verbal mistress
As Picasso haunts Greek labyrinths
With post modern art’s distresses.

Emile and the therapist

What on earth

Into the washing machine… therapy’s disasters

Peter Fried,the psychoanalyst newly arrived in Knittingham, had noticed that
whilst he was practising “free floating attention”
with his patients an image of a cat
peering in the window behind the couch was troubling him.
He hoped it was not some hallucination transferred
from the Unconscious of one of his patients
into his consciousness.
Still,having a black cat looking in the window was by no means
the most unpleasant optical illusion he had ever suffered.
In a way,it was quite sweet.
He was back in his “home” flat boiling some eggs for his supper
when the doorbell rang.
He opened it cautiously with a sort of furtive excitement.
There stood a strikingly attractive woman wearing a purple coat
and a red hat with matching red ballet flats
and a bright green designer handbag
from TKMaxx.[£29.99 and well worth it]
Hello,I thought I’d introduce myself,
I live across the street next door to Stan and Mary.
……….my name is Anne..
How are you settling in?
She walked confidently through his flat
and into the new teak kitchen
with its gleaming work surfaces
and marble pastry rolling strip….
though Peter never made pastry himself.
Eggs!Are you a curry lover?
By pure chance and serendipity
I have a tin of vindaloo sauce here.
I could pour it over these eggs.
Should we not remove the shells first?
Peter asked with a just hint of humour.
Definitely,leave it to me.I’ve brought some naan bread
and some brown rice too
How did you know I was boiling six eggs?
Why Emile told me,of course!
Emile….is he black?
Some people call him black,others say he’s mixed race.
Let’s not argue about semantics,
he replied discourteously.
I don’t even know what semantics, are she screeched
into his left ear.
Well,that is no barrier to arguing about them,
he replied diplomatically.
Well,it’s senseless, she answered kindly.
”I am not a person who enjoys an argument.
Go and sit down,read the paper and I’ll finish
preparing the curry dinner.
Is it common around here to have an unknown woman
come in to cook your dinner?Peter asked her curiously.
No,it’s the height of sophistication,she said judiciously.
It’s just with you being new I wanted to meet you to see
if you need any assistance in your work.I don’t need money,
I like to serve the community in some way.
Of course I am Stan’s mistress but as
he’s in a bad temper today I’ ve not seen him.
I suspect he is growing tired of me.
Are you married,Peter asked her.
No,but I was once.
My husband ran off with his brother’s wife,
so we decided to pretend they were both dead.
That’s intriguing,said Peter,I am married
but my wife developed an allergy to my skin.
She could not bear to touch it
so it became awkward… very awkward.
Fancy, and you a therapist too,she murmured softly,
So where is she now?
Oh, she lives on the Isle of Man,near Peel.
I do go to see her now and then…
and there are lovely sunsets over there…
you can see the Mountains of Mourne.
Are you lonely, she asked him emotionally.
No,I see seven patients a day..
But that’s not the same as having a wife or a friend.
Since my wife’s allergy,I am afraid to touch another woman.
How sad,cried Anne…I have very thick skin.
Would you like to touch me? she said seductively
Perhaps another time,Peter said in a kindly way,
But thanks for being so generous.
I am touched by your amiability and femininity
and your  kindness in introducing yourself.
.Let’s eat the curry before we die of hunger.
They sat down at the kitchen table to eat the egg curry
when they saw some amber eyes gleaming at the window.
Oh, dear,There’s Emile again.
Will he tell Stan?
Probably,but actually Stan no longer wants me.
Yet Emile adores me.He will be jealous…
he’s a cat,but he has the feeling of a man.
And indeed Emile’s eyes were gleaming
like those of a tiger…
he began to speak through the window glass.
Would you mind if I had some curry?
Stan never makes it…I love spices
Why not? said Peter.
Emil’s plan was to get near Anne but first
he had to eat the vindaloo egg curry.
He took a mouthful..my,it was hot.
His eyes began to water and his nose ran….
all round the room.He mioawed piteously
I need a hanky.
We shall have to ring 999,muttered Anne.
What! Do they tend to cats?
They usually have some hankies for cats….
So without any further ado
,she took out her Samsung mobile phone
and rang.
I don’t know how I shall get on living here,thought Peter.
He ran across the room and jumped into
the washing machine
with the tea towels and kitchen cloths.
Will he escape?
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Malice

We may think we are never malicious but we all watch thrillers on TV based on murder aggression and malice so we know that it is a topic we are interested in.If someone hurts us it feels worse if it is done with malice rather than through stupidity.Is morsl stupidity itself  a kind of malice?
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Lyra has a bath and Stan entertains his mistress

“Is this a towel?” Lyra asked pertly
“I have no evidence either way.”Annie announced.”Where did you get it from?”
“That big blue window”replied the rosy blue cheeked girl ironically.”It may be a curtain”
“Oh,dear.Have I erred?” she pondered.
“No,you look very clean to me,though one can never be absolutely certain.” Anne said thoughtlessly.”I suppose all one can do is to keep the dirt between certain parameters that each must decide for themselves.The Tudors only bathed once a year. And King Henry Vlllth founded the Church of England just so he could get a divorce from himself,not to mention a little gold too.”
Lyra worked for a publisher in Oxford Street,They were always on the look out for new titles and for money.
“Would you ever consider writing a Dotty cats self help book,Anne?”
“You can make a good deal of money that way.Self help is in Vogue now. I was thinking of:How to divorce yourself in three easy stages using self hypnosis.
We already have :How to found your own Church.” and “How to steal somebody else’s Church in three steps.”
Anne was keen to get an interest as since killing her husband for his money,she was feeling lonely,remote and schizoid, and her affair with Stan was proving a bit slower to take off than she had narcissistically expected.
“I am already a unqualified hypnotist.”she lied intensely.
Just then they heard a strange crash.Stan had been standing on his Habitat chair trying to eavesdrop on the women’s conversation,and it had fallen apart under the weight of his hiking boots.He lay on the carpet looking pale with blood running down his aged head.”Can you ring 999 please ?” he yelped .
Lyra looked at the chair.”No,Dad it’s o.k.I can fix this with some U.H.U glue.I have some in my purple tote under all my medication.
She whispered saucily to Anne,”I’ll text you tomorrow,my darling angel.Love the dress.”Lyra was a trans sexual lesbian paramedic you see,as well as a publisher’s clerk and also did not have other intriguing money making jobs into the bargain as the English say now and then.
Mary was in the kitchen finishing off her baking.She lived in a world of her own mainly focussed on her second hand Raleigh small wheeled shopper bicycle and its wicker basket that she bought in East Anglia or, to be exact,in Wells-next-the sea.It was now grey but still functional like many other towns in Britain and their inhabitants.She put the cheese scones and butter onto a large elliptical plate and went into the dining room followed by Emile her cat ,who was partial to a knob of butter on a Sunday teatime.
Where was his sister Emily he wondered?And so do we

The future is fiction

Auspicious is an intriguing word
Augurs were priests reading birds
From this they predicted
To guide the afflicted
From what they had seen and had  heard.

It seems  that we humans  desire
Advice about what events are in store.
Yet the future is fiction
Impossible , man’s prediction.
And an augur may well be a  liar

A butterfly’s wing shook the world.
As amongst the new blossoms it  whirled.
Scientist’s assumptions
May  well be presumptions.
For the future  will newly unfurl.

 

Auspicious

Word of the Day : March 28, 2016

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Definition

1 : showing or suggesting that future success is likely : propitious

2 : attended by good fortune : prosperous

Examples

Being nominated for four awards, including Best Picture, the movie proved to be an auspicious start to his directing career.

“In Chinese lobster is called ‘long xia,’ or dragon prawn, which has an auspicious ring to it.” — The Economist, 13 Feb. 2016

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Did You Know?

Auspicious comes from Latin auspex, which literally means “bird seer” (from the words avis, meaning “bird,” and specere, meaning “to look at”). In ancient Rome, these “bird seers” were priests, or augurs, who studied the flight and feeding patterns of birds, then delivered prophecies based on their observations. The right combination of bird behavior indicated favorable conditions, but the wrong patterns spelled trouble. The English noun auspice, which originally referred to this practice of observing birds to discover omens, also comes from Latin auspex. Today, the plural form auspices is often used with the meaning “kindly patronage and guida

Emile’s diary:why do humans have lips?

A cat ponders

I’m sitting under the coffee table.By rights I should be given some
cafe au lait in a traditional French style wide cup with a silver brim
plus a matching saucer.
I am shocked that Stan has never asked me to partake
.I need a coffee break..it’s hard work spying all day!
And gamblimg all night
I heard Anne talking on her mobile while Stan
was looking for the graph paper.
She must be talking to another woman….
she said she’s just bought some
Revlon light reflectinhg primer lotion
to put under her  sun beige mousse foundation.
Ye Gods,it sounds as if she’s painting the wall.
She was moaning she can’t afford Lancome  de Berlin
et Paris any more.Mousse foundation..that sounds tasty!
She wants some heather coloured lipstick
but she couldn’t find any.
She’s put a new one on anyway
and Stan came in to give his opinion:
Congratulations,Anne.
You have found lipstick that’s exactly the same colour as your own lip .
She was mortified.Choosing lipstick is not easy
Well,it makes me glad to be a cat…we have no need
for skin products  and we have no lips as such.
Why do humans have lips?Is it mainly for kissing?
And perfume………we like the natural odours
but I’ve never seen Stan go up and sniff Annie’s nether regions..
.though I admit I took a sniff and she smells very intriguing..
. probably some musk she’s bought in Boots or Woolworths
I envy Stan in a way.Because I’d like to kiss Anne
but my lips are too small….I could lick hers
with my little raspy tongue!How wicked is that?
Maybe if she falls asleep i’ll have a go.
I love that woman so..
A cat may look at a king,but can he lick a lady’s lips?
Well, I must go and take a walk around my territory
and sniff out who’s about….face primer.
What next.Paint stripper? What a waste of time and money.
I could be chasing dandelion clocks round the garden and so could she.

Leaning down I see your face.

English: Wayland Smithy in Autumn Taken in a l...

English: Wayland Smithy in Autumn Taken in a late Autumn. A carpet of leaves making the ancient monument glow (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

After summer’s sultry flowers,
We get autumn showers.

Winds that blow.
Leaves that glow.
Nature’s wealth is ours.

Harvest grain and harvest corn.
All our food from earth is born.

Warmth of sun-
Ripeness come-
Fruits and nuts adorn.

Trees are turning red and gold
In the glancing sun.

Leaning down I see your face.
Autumn love has come.

Re

Sometimes Love

London in autumn
London in autumn
Abstract blue
Joy in life

 Sometimes sun  shines in September

Sometimes sky is brilliant blue

Sometimes sun shines in September,

Sometimes I remember you.

Sometimes love comes in September,

Sometimes there’s this final chance.

Sometimes love comes, so remember

Such affairs are happenstance.

Sometimes love comes down in sunshine.

Sometimes love comes down in rain

Sometimes love comes in September.

Sometimes love pains us again.

            More wine in the water…. please

What fearsome God

 

6255489_f520How gently,sweetly softly flowers pose,
Carnation,orchid ,daffodil and rose.
For their intricate petals form a shield
Yet bees with striped force shall make them yield.
Appearances, both natural or contrived,
Mixed with the wiles of men and women thrive.
As knowing not, we pluck the apple rare
And bite its flesh,with teeth we love to bare.
We too deceive the innocent who pass
Not seeing watchers hid behind the glass.
The windows break,the dark earth quakes;
Seized is the maid and he her virtue takes.
Beneath the surface,force and fierceness thrive.
What fearsome, burning God directs our live

Beware the man

No woman ever can be what he dreams

Nor can she give him comfort on the road.

Yet every night he plots and thinks and schemes.

And rarely does he ever go abroad.

No food he eats will satisfy his tongue.

The best wine is as naught to mother’s milk.

He grumbles and will not admit to wrong.

I‘ve known more men than him of this same ilk.

No bed can be the right one for his sleep.

No sheets and pillows suit his wary skin.

He often has made gentle maidens weep

Crying out they’re fat or boney thin.’

Beware the man who never can adapt

For in own lone wishes he is trapped

Winnow

dandelionWinnow is Merriam Webster’s word of the day
 Definition verb

1 :to remove (as chaff) by a current of air;also : to free (as grain) from waste in this manner
2 :
to remove, separate, or select as if by winnowing
3 :
to narrow or reduce
4 :
to blow on or fan

Examples

The search committee is finding it extremely difficult to winnow the list of job applicants down to five; many of them are highly qualified and very desirable.

“The Washington Post’s 10th annual Beer Madness—a bracketed taste-off that willwinnow 32 craft brews down to a single champion—is approaching….” — The Washington Post, 10 Feb. 2016

Did You Know?

Beginning as windwian in Old English, winnow first referred to the removal of chaff from grain by a current of air. This use was soon extended to describe the removal of anything undesirable or unwanted (a current example of this sense would be “winnowing out outdated information”). People then began using the word for the selection of the most desirable elements (as in “winnowing out the true statements from the lies”). The association of winnow with the movement of air led to the meaning “to beat with or as if with wings,” but that use is rare enough that it is found only in Merriam-Webster Unabridged. The word’s last meaning (“to blow on or fan”) blew in at the turn of the 19th century.

Alfred’s cliches

P1000323 You were my hearts big fright.
Sail between his legs,please. fish 2
Fake a cracked  sheet
 P1000321 Imitate his wrath by blunders
Make a breather stop
Irritate me  with a  cough
Forsake a leek.Try red onions IMG_20160130_110707
Take a long stalk off a short plant
Fake a stricture, it will crash longer
 photo0904 Take a step back into the quarry
Take hair off your knitting, 
Make  hens  writhe 7134238 2_f520
Drake was  breeezy
Partake with  brio
Take it to the sin wit
Take it with a grain of fault
 IMG_0099 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
 P1000308 Make the easy pay out
Take the love off the men,you. IMG_0107
Make the lunge  and grab it
Take the sins out of the mail
 Photo0423 Make this  world the norm
Take your wife in your own hands  6804453_22abec948f_a-2
Taken out with a springy tide
The government fakes its polls on you
Photo0469 Taking the strategic route the police won me over
Talk  to the land,sing to the sea.Whatever else  you do never tell me  P1000322
 6396493_78dc48b739_m Walk hop,run,hip
Talk until you are glued in the disgrace  Cethosia_hypsea-1
IMG_0101 Walking behind his knick-knack and his six pack

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.

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

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

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

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

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!

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