Month: April 2016

If we feel

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All the fears we push away
Will come back later in the day;
Or when we go to bed at night
They will waken us in fright.

Befriend  me,each one seems to say
Like small children fallen  at play
When mothers come a sweet  sweet kiss
Returns our children to their bless.

 

But where is mother now?,we think
As  from our  eyes the teats we blink.
Let the bag of tears be drained
Let them ease  our awful strain.

Be your mother,be yourself.
Be kind and careful of your health.
Mother lives inside our hearts
If we feel then that’s a start.

In the sun

Gently dancing in the sun
Wildflowers grow;

they bloom,
are gone.

With no thoughts,they have no cares;
Yet their lives are gentle prayers.

May I walk in such a way
That I am alive to this day.

So I see with widening view,
And joy and sorrows embrace too.

Then my time will come like yours...
And of us nothing shall endure.

As to the earth our bodies go,
All are one;it shall be so

God helps those who help them selves to most

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No human being comforts my sore heart

No human being looks with favor on my doubts.

Yet still I ate a tasty  apple tart

And went to bed in nothing but a clout.

No human being loves me as I am

No human being wants to comfort me.

Yet still  today  I shall have cakes and jam.

And drink ten   mugs of  boiling  China tea.

No human being looks inside my soul

No human being  cares about my cares.

Yet still today I’ll eat a bacon roll.

And spray some perfume on my golden hair

For God helps those who help themselves to most.

So I shall  talk with his lamented Ghost

Love shall be our song

 

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English: Buttercup meadow The shorter creeping buttercups (Ranunculus repens) are most popular in this field however patches of the much taller meadow buttercup (Ranunculus acris) are abundant. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Underneath the deep sky,darling,
You shall be the one.
You were with me in the dark
When all the rest were gone.

When the trees grow their green leaves,
I’ll love you all night long.
When the flowers fill the cornfields
Love shall be our song.

Poppies red.and linseed blue
Shall decorate my dress.
Hold me in your arms tonight
While I my love confess.

Meadows filled with buttercups
Fill my inner eye.
I love the scent of minty leaves
When my mind is all awry.

I see the sun through closed eye lids
And rose scent’s in the air.
Wherever summer joy comes from….
We have had our share

Origin of etymology

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Middle English
Latin
Greek
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1350-1400; Middle English < Latin etymologia < Greek etymología,equivalent to etymológ (os) studying the true meanings and values ofwords ( étymo (s) true (see etymon ) + lógos word, reason) + -ia -y3

Etymology from Online Dictionary

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etymology
ˌɛtɪˈmɒlədʒi/
noun
noun: etymology
  1. the study of the origin of words and the way in which their meanings have changed throughout history.
    “the decline of etymology as a linguistic discipline”
    • the origin of a word and the historical development of its meaning.
      plural noun: etymologies
      “the etymology of the word ‘devil’”
      synonyms: derivation, word history, development, origin, source
Origin
late Middle English: from Old French ethimologie, via Latin from Greek etumologia, frometumologos ‘student of etymology’, from etumon, neuter singular of etumos ‘true’.

Problem solver

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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

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If you ate my photo

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There’s many a true word spoken but not heard.4% -p+ = 0
Many a lover is fairly 8|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.>:XX Tee hee.
If you ate my photo:no:
Why not make a baked potato turn red=>
You have enought fires
And liars.
What do you expect?
Respect?U-(
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.>:(:oops:
Hoseshoes pass in the night
If you have seconds of sight.Amen%
I got fifteen O levels grade A
What does that say?:|>:XX
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.
9876 ur minet 4 ever more.
I feel unsore,Stop mincing.

To me three Angels did appear,

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.

Modified Menu

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

 

 

No more

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.

Breathing

 

 

Click to access CalmBreathing.pdf

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.

 

Less than astute

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.

Endings

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!

Old trees astonished into bud

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.

 

Love lies

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.

At the Cafe Forsythia

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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

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

Hint

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From online dictionary

Misheard,mistyped?

Repairing your book for publication
How to scandal bad reviewers.
How to start a  nude book
Freedom of turnips is  important in any society.
Writer’s block.The news and the  fuse.
Why not install your own hinter?
How to get some free rhymes.
Dried up? Write a hymn or Sue.

Break your fast

Breakfast

Serials of the  year with fat milk
Fried weetabix with   condemned milk.
Frozen pancakes with lemons and cream
Chinese kippers
Dimpled eggs
Fried  pig slices  with axel grease.
Rolled bits of pig  in  tatters
Natural herrings in oats with chips ,fish,,bread and butter and tea.

Free Toast with butter and jam

Tea,coffee,water,whisky etc

French croissants au naturel avec beurre

NHS treatment ring 111  or if dead 999

Menu

Starters

Chicken’s tongue on crumpet
Jellied wheels.
Tomato and chess salad
Eggs  on sliced rubber genes
Halibut’s eyes on  white sliced bread plus buttons

 

Mains

Wild pigeon with black worried sauce
Roast dead hen with drum roll
Molluscs reviled with spasms of sliced red onion
Vegetarian rather  chilly,offers open.
Cow’s heels a la mock turtle with potato scrumplings
Hot dark brown wolf pudding with  flesh tripe

Puddings

Lemon mice
Errings with thick yellow cream
Chocolate black-mange
Oranges with bitter peel and cream  teeth
Apple and Bloomsbury Tarts with  ices.
Treacle hearts.
Steamed sponges with soap
Icy marmalade cake plus  my wife baked

 

News dash

How my heart howls
How my heart growls
How ‘s my  heart’s bowels?
A new blug starting next creak
Don’t kiss it.
This may change your wife.
Keep your eyes groping
Enjoy it or I’ll loot you.
I am fired from life.
I am out of my bed today.
If you  like my writing read more  on your lap.
If you like  my wit  say what?
I am so clever I am abnormal and will soon expire.See my date stamp in the British Nuisance-eum

Gordian slops

Poetry for mating
How to separate egos.
How to risk egg whites
How to beat  legs
How to break snow-flakes in.
Poetry idioting.
Novel whitening.
How to love a pan in slow motion.
Non-fiction indicting.
Science friction
Love for women and other non humans.
Out of  space and non terrestrial novels
Write  bitter  in 5 days  or we’ll send your honey black
Guide to crammer
Henry  8th and Thomas’ Grammar.
Catch your own men out.
Bowl over  yarn.Knit him yourself
Children’s lures.
Verses and chimes.
Clocks: their use and misuse
Bed-line stories of the day.
News from Jerusalem:Ban selling wives. We’ve had enough  rubble.
Nervous breakdowns: the solution  to many problems
Why not try marital counterpoint?
Has harmony a place in this penury?

 

 

I am fired

I’m out of sorts and into parts
I’m out of sense and into hearts
I’m out of sorts and never start
I wish I’d  baked a courgette tart.

The weather is a ghastly farce
If this is April,I’m on Mars.
The rain it raineth every day
I wonder when  we’ll make some hay.

I’m out of sorts and  into spares
I’m out of mind and into cares.
I’m out of sorts and hurt  and tired
If I’m the boss then I am fired