She suffered from writer’s block as a famous writer parked in front of her gate daily
She also suffered from cold hands and feet
The answer: Walk about more and get fitter and warmer.Then hit the writer with a dead cat’s tail when she meets him.
But where to find a dead cat’s tail.What can it mean?Find out tomorrow
There’s many a true word spoken but not heard.4% -p+ = 0
Many a lover is fairly 
agitated& affeared,adulterated.
We must love one more than we have time and
If poetry needs to %^SW£I7^£( rhyme.]
We must abandon ourselves123 to Divine Providence £$%
If we hope for God to take up residence.
All that bitterness,still untold and inrolled
makes pleats in my mind which I cannot unfold.
Did the cooks really boil with wrath
or maybe toil up the path?
We will never know Hell until it’s too late
To affect our own fate.
Tee hee.
If you ate my photo
Why not make a baked potato turn red
You have enought fires
And liars.
What do you expect?
Respect?
Perspectives?
Je no sais zwroufj!7^& and sod off algebra to you too
Topology… that’s no longer new.A crying Zion…lion.
Judah,excuse her.I shall blot her.
him,me confuse,lose and muse.
a clever 8,9 ruse
Keep me in mind
I am not blind.
Poet House Blues…
I used to have green shoes.
Is it still news?”%Hdye9&
Not in my views…
Whatever you peruse
makes my lights fuse.
Thank youse
all is misbegotten and then forgotten.
In Llangolen.
Hoseshoes pass in the night
If you have seconds of sight.Amen%
I got fifteen O levels grade A
What does that say?
mc^%*x£” a” e=mc squared
So I once heard.
Einstein
Bechstein.
Which is more piano?
Diana.
She was killed in a tunnel…
A road incident
A pure coincidence.
An act of utter chastity.
And perspicacity.
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I feel unsore,Stop mincing.
A sharp pain woke me from my sleep.
Inside my soul there was a gap.
I tried to make it disappear;
To get it off my map.
But still the ache persisted;
I tried hard to forget;
Till I sat down in my garden chair,
And stayed with my upset.
The sun may shine,
the birds may sing
But that to me
no pleasure brings
Because of my regret.
As I sat still upon my chair
To me three Angels did appear,
And they are with me yet.
They took my heart into their care,
With golden threads they are sewing there,
Until the work’s complete.
My task is just to sit quite still.
And let God’s angels do His Will,
As I sit here at Her Feet.
Menu modified
Starters
Cat’s eyes in tin hats and cabbage
Cow’s heel in basket with fried eggs
Iron filings and buttered liver
Mains
Conger eels on home baked bread
Tiger’s eye in baked jacket potato
Lion’s heart on King’s Head with lettuce
Roast jam legs on mashed potato
Pianoforte a la tarte
Afters
Moose in lemon ice.
Orange belly buttons with cream ice
Chocolate trash on sponge cake
Strawberry jowls in craters
I can’t keep it up any more.
I want to lock my front door
My ego is cracked
My handbag’s half packed
I left my own heart on the floor.
I can’t keep it in any more
My eyes and my heart ate both sore.
My id is near dead
My instincts have fled.
How do I do self restore?
I can’t keep it down any more
I threw it all up on the floor
My Shark carpet sweeper
Has not got a bleeper.
I am still sick at the core.
I can’t keep it out any more.
The News has got in through the door.
The world has gone mad
I feel so sad.
Should I be angry and roar.
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Breathing is good for the brain
If dead, don’t try it again
In and out slowly
Makes one feel holy
Breathing,do I need to explain?
Strange now how we need to be taught
To live and to breathe and to walk.
It’s like selling our rain
To bankers in Spain
Commodification seems wrong but it’s thought
Commodification is the transformation of goods, services, ideas and not least people into commodities or objects of trade. A commodity at its most basic, according to Arjun Appadurai, is “any thing intended for exchange,” or any object of economic value.
Before writing and stone tablets and scrolls
We communicated with words and eye rolls
Expressive complexions
More fun than declensions
We learned a to hear as a whole.
Now we can be quite deadpan,,
Typing our thoughts has begun.
Smilies are cute
But less than astute.
Bottled ink is an also ran.
Revere yours
Love your gusset
Love your gossip
What a vest!
Never yours
Severed, yours
Wanting your success in life
Wanting success with your wife
Please don’t greet me any more
Please don’t seek me any more
Wherever you are,warn me
Good luck , dearest
Admire your genius
Forever be not my fiend
See you in my schemes.
Seen my new premiums?
Wanting to know who you are,please sign and print
Must stop,the cat is boiling.
Ending now,OK?
Must go,the omelette is burning.
Must go or I shall wet the chair.
Finally we got to the end of the beginning.
Ominously yours
Reverently,God’s
Love your detours.
See you soon, my delight
I gaze on your writing with joy
I love you to the end of my will and desire.
I love you to the infinity of the reals plus one.Or two!
The pathway to the heart is found by love.
And those who find this, will obey their call.
Though virtue and her graces smile above,
We see steep paths ahead;cliffs’ sudden fall.
With willingness to cross land deep in mud,
To struggle through the tangled thorny woods
Our soul within points to the latent good;
Recalls old trees astonished into bud.
As flowers spread to gently press our toes
Encouragement is with much joy received;
And as we smell the fragrance of the rose,
At last we know our souls were not deceived.
For Virgil,fortune favours steadfast feet.
The journey may be long,the end is sweet.
With foresight we may see where problems lurk
And root them out before they start to grow
Yet often life’s mysteriously dark
And what we reap is what another sowed.
In hindsight, this seems obvious and plain.
But some can pick the true out with no pain
Yet others choose their fantasy again
They amble down a cheerful sunny lane.
Though what is real may not be what we wish
Better truth that hurts than lies that charm
Reality is not an easy choice
Yet falsehood will mislead and even harm.
Insight grows with patient watching eyes
In the end, the truth is where love lies.
Dish of the day
Bulls’ eyes in white sauce with rice.
Chocolate toasted snake in brandy on rice
Lizard on the rock with rice
Eggs in Queen’s Sauce with rice.
Roasted mixed frozen vegetables with minced mice.
Pudding
Flaming yoghurt
Rhubarb fright and scream
Egg bastard and apple pie.
Home made lemon sponge and green soft soap.
Orange cake with shindig
He dropped a hint about his love
He made some innuendos
He gave an inkling hand in glove
The response was tremendous.
He read between the lines always
And noted writers’sfeelings.
He mulled these over all the day
Until his head was reeling.
His love so fair, he did not dare
To ask her on a date.
And so in life he was a spare
And never got a mate.
A hint is useful now and then
But some of us don’t take them.
If it’s urgent , get your pen,
And with a letter make them
| synonyms: | clue, inkling, suggestion, indication, indicator, sign, signal, pointer,intimation, insinuation, innuendo, mention, allusion, whisper, a word to the wise
“he had given no hint that he was going to leave”
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| synonyms: | tip, suggestion, piece of advice, word of advice, pointer, clue, cue,guideline, recommendation; More |
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Why not install your own hinter?
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Dried up? Write a hymn or Sue.
On any day love may be born again.
How my heart sings 