Day: April 9, 2016

Shall I my life of evil start

When true love’s gone and doom hangs over head
When life runs like a river to the sea
Then shall I take new lovers to my bed?
And with their carnal touch consoled be?

When my love lies,so breaks my tender heart.
When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path.
Then, shall I my life of evil start?
And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?

When true love lies and wrecks all loyalty.
When puzzlement makes all my world seem mad.
Then I shall upend causality
And let myself do deeds which make me glad.

For I have love’s sweet child inside my soul
And I shall tend her till at last she’s whole

Frenetic and frantic are Greek

Being frenetic is bad for our minds
As they get wound up  and writhe in  such binds.
So never talk quickly
Or you will get sickly
Be calm and then you will  be kind.

 

Frantic comes from the same root
Which is  Greek  without any  real doubt.
Just think they have gone
But their language lives on.
For  the English took words  plus more loot.

 

When we have been gone  many years
What of ours will the  people revere?
Will it be poetry?
i phones notoriety?
If we’re gone perhaps we do not care?

Definition of frenetic in English

frenetic

Pronunciation: /frəˈnɛtɪk/
ADJECTIVE

Fast and energetic in a rather wild and uncontrolled way:a frenetic pace of activity

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frenetically

Pronunciation: /frəˈnɛtɪk(ə)li/

ADVERB

 

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freneticism

NOUN

 

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Origin

Late Middle English (in the sense ‘insane’): from Old French frenetique, via Latin from Greekphrenitikos, from phrenitis ‘delirium’, from phrēn ‘mind’. Compare with frantic.

Scent,a dab

Earl Grey Tea
Poetry
Cyclamen
Fountain pen
Dark blue ink
Marble sink.
Pure silk linen
With my man in
Angry neighbours
Social labours.
Must be careful
As they’re there still
Cut down trees?
Angry bees.
No privacy
I can’t see.
Need new glasses.
Evening classes.
Writer’s groups
Poetry Soup.
Vested interest
Not on Pinterest
Where’s my money?
Am I funny?
Miss his worship.
Ate his turnips.
He liked fishes
On the dishes.
I broke the heart mug
On the hearth rug.
Fingers weakened
Bedtime beckoned
Dreamed of Robert
Not of Hubert.
Woke up lazy
Feeling mazy.
Shall I get up?
What’s your set up?
I got washed then
Saw that man,Len.
Went in town
In dressing gown.
I need a cab
And scent, a dab.
Where’s my mate?
In the Tate?
He liked Art
And I was smart.

 

 

Love more Eskimos

 My house is full of insects and
 My house is full of snails.
 I'll never catch the insects
 But the snails have left some trails!
 My house is full of laughter ,
 And my house is full of glee.
 My lover has got bright  green eyes
 For staring down at me.
 Oh,my house is full of soup in tins
 And full of Earl Grey tea.
 We must all drink the very best
 To escalate the economy.
 My house is full of angels,
 Angels full of dust.
 They don't really mind at all,
 But dust them if you must.
 My house is flying in the sky
 Like a leaf caught in a gale.
 I am not sure what I should do
 But it's a fairytale.
 My house is  in Antarctica
 I feel  so enraged.
 It will be very difficult
 For someone who's engaged.
 My boyfriend will not find me here,
 He'll call our wedding off.
 I wonder if my phone will work,
 The weather's getting rough.
 I really don't know what to do
 I think I shall expire.
 don't ask  me if I made this up,
 I hate being called a liar.
 I see the bears are dancing now,
 I see some Eskimos
 I didn't know that they lived down South,
 I'll go  where  they all  go.
 I don't mind life down her at all
 Though it is so very  cold.
 Oh,bloggeurs! that's what it was,
 My duvet had unrolled.
 I want to go to sleep again
 I want to dream of snow
 I want to see more Polar bears
 And love more Eskimos

Sweeten my drink

  He said he was going to write her a letter.
He said he didn’t want to upset her.
But he ran away
And until today
She’s never met anyone better.
He said he loved her blue eyes
He said he loved her till he dies.
He ran off when
He saw her again.
She wants to say her goodbyes.
He told her too many lies.
See how she weeps and she cries.
He promised her Eden,
Now love lies a-bleeding.
Pain has made her both troubled and wise.
He was self-centred  though sweet.
He was a marvel at  rubbing her feet.
He liked her steak puddings,
Followed by  her loving.
You’d think at the least he might tweet
Well they say it is all for the pests.
And surely he was one of the best.
A  catapult of  dried cat food
Would’ve made him even more rude.
Ah,well,dear God,  this life’s a test.

Is love ever wasted d’you think?
Do we learn from it even at the brink?
We ought to collect it
Then we’d inspect it.
And use it to sweeten the drink

To the depths of our own minds

The trees’ roots wind beneath the grass.
Grass so perfect,neatly mown.
In roots entangled,serpents mass
Beneath the fruit trees which now groan.

Another,darker world beneath,
Where the roots  stark homes  do give
To tiny creatures which there seethe,
Where all our darkest shadows live.

From here a serpent  malice took
From our neglect  what we hate.
We see the surface , do  not look
At what lies deeper ,till too late.

 

And so we live, both deaf and blind
To the depths of our own minds

Stan gets bamboozled

https://youtu.be/6S9ecXWCBCc

Stan was standing on a small step ladder washing his windows yet again with a clean blue microfibre and elastane cloth and some windolene he had bought in Tesco’s
I don’t know why I bother,he whispered to Emile, who as usual was watching from the back of the sofa,which he was “milking” gently with his paws.
With all the rain,the outside of the windows was besmirched by leaves and bits of mud.A wiser man might have left it alone but Stan had O.C.D which made him very nervous if he failed to carry out certain tasks… so he made use of it in house chores and baking perfect cakes and buns..and in taking photos of frogs,birds and flowers.Neurosis can be useful sometimes.
All of a sudden he heard clattering footsteps…
Up the garden path walked two women dressed in the latest style of 3/4 length silk cargo trousers with matching blouses, all in a subtle shade of violet.Except for their faces,of course,which were both a light shade of beige; they had Revlon peach  and apricot blusher on their cheeks and Chanel scarlet lipstick…on their lips.They also wore dark blue nail varnish from Rimmel
“Good morning,Stan!” called one of them.
“We are Anne’s cousins from Pittsburgh.She told us to call on you today.”
“Well,I never knew wearing expensive makeup ran in the genes… can there be any other explanation?”Stan cried.
“Anne told us we must wear it all the time in the UK.”
she responded,”even in bed.”
“You seem a bit fast,” he answered,
“I’m not sure I want to go to bed and as you seem like identical twins,which of you should I bed?”
They burst out laughing….oh,dear!
“I was just saying what she told us,not meaning that you need to go to bed with us.In fact, we sleep together at night.”
“As children that would be normal,but don’t you think you should separate now? People might think you are gay!”
“We never worry about stuff like that… and by the way,this is Ruby and I am Rosie.”
“I’ll put on the kettle and make you some coffee,” the dear man said in a kind tone of voice,before he went into the kitchen and swallowed a handful of red and green striped valium tablets.
“I wish the psychiatrist would give me some therapy.I don’t like taking valium but I seem to be having visions again… and I don’t want to get worse..I never heard Anne mention cousins in the USA. I wonder if CBT would help me?”he said to Emile.
“I see visions all the time,” the cat replied in a matter of fact and calm way.
“Do they not make you feel anxious?”Stan called.
“No,I just watch them drift by,” purred Emile.”I enjoy them.”
“I wish these two women would drift off.”responded the weary yet charming old man.
Ruby and Rosie came inside and admired the kitchen where colanders in many colours hung from the wall into which someone had knocked a few dozen nails.
“”Why do you have sixteen colanders?”asked Rosie.
“Why do you think everything has a reason?”Stan replied.
“I can see you studied philosophy,” Ruby cried disconsolately.
“No,I have just read Ray Monk’s Life of Wittgenstein eight times,” he quipped merrily.
“Wow,is it not boring?”
“No.it’s so good it put me off reading lesser books.And I love to understand things,”
Just then Stan tripped on the rug and fell over ,knocking himself out on the edge of the tiled fireplace.
Emile picked up his mobile with its full Qwerty key pad and texted 999.
“Why are you texting?”asked Ruby.
“Well,it difficult to mioaw down a phone and now I have this Blackberry it’s so easy…. why even a mouse could do it.”
“Do you know many mice,Emile?” enquired Ruby wistfully
Rosie slowly made some instant coffee, walking around poor Stan unconscious on the floor…and she and her twin sat down on some white Swedish chairs at the old oak table and drank it, gazing shyly at the huge weigelia blooming outside on the shed.
The front door opened and in ran Dave,the bisexual paramedic.
“Is it you,Emile.Have you lost your hankie again.Are you sad?” he moaned nervously.
“No,it’s Stan… but at least he’s not broken the chair”
Stan came too and looked up…
“Oh, lovely,I feel much better for that nap” he said brightly.
“Don’t you have a bed to sleep in?” said Ruby querulously.
“I like your mean expression,my dear man.”
“Now,look here said Stan,”I’m too old for any monkey business.
Besides,I don’t know if you are real.”
“We just wondered why you slept on the floor.”
“A man has to do what a man has to do,” came the mystifying response.
“Now that Dave is here,he can take one of you and I’ll take the other.”
“Where will you take us”the twins asked delightfully….
“Do you fancy the cinema… they are showing Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday”
“Don’t tell me he’s still on his summer holiday!” riposted Ruby
“Let’s go in the ambulance.I’ll lie on the stretcher” offered Rosie generously..
“I’ll lie by you,”said Dave.” and Emile can drive.Stan and Ruby can lie on the floor.”
Sometimes life seems so simple,it’s rather like a dream controlled………………
Controlled by what,asked Emile,clutching his Blackberry.
But answer came there none…
And that was very odd because.. they’d vanished every one…
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