I once got confused by a homo
Phone;I wrote in a great hurry.
So I wrote,Are you they’re?
He wrote, I declare
Your grammar ‘s a disgrace to hair.
Whose hair is it to which you refer?
Kindly allow me to share.
He said,no I meant her
I see ,I declare,
My critique was a trifle unfair.
Well.I was getting contused
And also a little bemused
So we went oral instead
For spoken not said
It’s easier to say what you muse.
Indifference tolls the knell of humankind
So easy just to turn our eyes away
We often self deceive or mimic blind;
So Hitler goosestepped,as foolish Pope but prayed
How bright the candlelight on Christmas trees
And tender children widen joyous eyes
Yet for the other,we will hear no pleas.
At every heartbeat “foreign” babies die..
Can we love any but those who share our genes,
What sense the tale of Arab aiding Jew?
Is the underlying truth not seen?
As Jesus said the chosen are but few
We split the world into a double view;
The good, the bad,the heart of darkness slew.
1.You say I have £2,000,000 owing to me .Thank you but I have joined the Carmelites.
2 I am entitled to a new boiler free from the Government? I am dying so send it to the Chancellor with my best.
3 I have been in a car accident and am entitled to £3,00,000,000? Please send it to
The Samaritans.You may need them.
4. My best friend is stranded in Barcelona? I have got another one,thanks.
5. You want to speak to my husband? Shoot yourself.Leave a note.
6.You like my voice and feel I must be very attractive? I am a computer,how are you and who?
7.You think I am very beautiful.So phones have eyes now?
8.You are my husband?Which one?
9.You ate my husband ?Good luck.He has thick skin.
10. You are lost in Los Angeles?So are we all
Answering
Sorry I can’t take your call.
I have broken my ear.
My head came off.
My tongue is too dry.
My lips are sealed.
I’ve lost my eyes in bed.
I’m no longer able to speak English
I broke both hands and my tongue is sore.
I am dead.
My husband won’t let me take calls here
I am getting rid of my landline/mobile/phone.
I have lost the ability to talk.
I don’t like you
I have got paranoia
I only like a few people and you’re not one.
I have itchy hands
I feel too tired to listen to most of you
Illegibly yours
Typically sours
Ringing your pen tonight
Bureaucratically yours HM Tax
Partially yours
Whenever,yours maybe
Answer me ,write now
Please un-dig me.I am alive,your husband
United in hate
Ambiguously
Unmentionably yours
Devilishly concluding
Be my witch forever
Keep going the other way
Don’t reply to me
As never
Fondlingly
Endearingly
Lovelessly
Sweetly yours
Why not give me a second dance?
Is it never over?
1a : absorbed in thought : meditativeb : characterized by careful reasoned thinking <a thoughtfulessay>
2a : having thoughts : heedful <became thoughtful about religion>b : given to or chosen or made with heedful anticipation of the needs and wants of others <a kind and thoughtful frien
She looked at me with a thoughtful expression.
He looked thoughtful for a moment.
Her husband is always thoughtful.
That’s very thoughtful of you.
13th Century:first known use of this word
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or less
the same
person
as yesterday
if dreams
paradoxical
insights
sing my soul
awake
somehow
it’s now
and you are here
in this garden
I hear your melody
on the southerly wind
singing gently
you affect my eyes
with
dew,like
the rain on
my dark red
roses
whispers.
I’m writing a column on morals in the Haily Mail
Is that Catholic?
It certainly caters for all.
So what do you know about morals?
There’s usually a moral in a story so maybe I’ll do it metaphorically.
Quicker to come straight out with it.
That’s once you know what it is
Well,by now you ought to.
There,see, you assume that being old means we have developed some morals or at least ideas about them.
So the old are more moral?
It depends if knowing is enough.
In fact it’s not,is it?
Can we be virtuous by exercising our will?
Or our won’t?
I don’t think so except in a negative way.By avoiding places or people who lead you into sin
That’s not as simple as it appears.
Why not?
Because in our human fashion we believe priests,vicars,rabbis or Popes are good people.So we mix with them freely.Yet is that not the disguise that Satan would adopt?
Yes, one might be better off mixing with prostitutes and thieves as at least you know what they might offer you.
Well sex workers are not immoral.
Because in our system some women can’t earn enough?
Some high class tarts might enjoy it being taken to the best clubs,theatres and so on. I’m merely recallin an old Morse story.But the other ones must be afraid and might be in pain.
Thieves might break the law but that may not be a sin.
That’s a relief,I just stole a breath!
Only God knows whether a bad tempered old codger who kicks the dog is sinful or merely being too wise to kick his wife.
And what is legal may be a sin.Like dodging tax when we are all suffering from the cuts to the NHS.
Everything is upside down.The low and the petty criminals may be quite holy and the priests and rabbis may be wicked,at least a good many may be
Yes, it’s wise to be on your guard with those who frequently mention their religion,God, the Bible, and so on.For the good do their works in secret.And no not boast of it.After all,what are their motives?
I’ve had a few knocks from the religious here on the Web but the lowly have never harmed me.And I hope I’ve not harmed them.
Amen
It’s hard to be called Wisdom when you are a complete idiot.
Well,better a complete idiot than a sharp tongued wasp!
Do you mind!
Not at all.Better an idiot than a mutton dressed as lamb.
Are you a vegetarian?
I do eat the odd vegetables.
And who eats the even ones?
They all go to the supermarket.
So that’s how it works.You are so clever.
Well,I’m an economist.
I believe in economy for all.
I prefer comics myself.
No,they are called graphic novels now.
A bit like those Rupert books we had as children.
I wish Rupert Murdoch was called something else.
I’m sure he will be in tomorrow’s papers.
I mean,it defiles the memory of Rupert the teddy bear.
I learned to read from those.
A pity.
Why?
If you couldn’t read,think of all the other things you could do.
Like writing?
If you coudn’t read ,it would seem to follow that you couldn’t write.
Yet there are people who can read but not write?
Yes,it’s all to do with Venn diagrams and symmetry.
Venn is a weird name.
Yes,pity he wasn’t called Diagram.
I thought he was called,Venn Diagram.
All I know is that diaphragms were a form of birth control.
I was puzzled by that because we all have diaphragms, yet some of us have no control of any kind.
If your diaphragm doesn’t move you can’t breathe so you can’t procreate.
No,you’d be dead!
A very strange form of birth control.
Maybe you just faint and you husband can have his way with you.
But would you want sex with someone unconscious?
It’s another case of a-symmetry.. a man can have relations with a faint woman but if the man faints that’s the end of it.
How about carrots?
What for?
Can they faint?
No,but they make a nice flan.
Fancy that!
I do fancy it actually.
What is it?
It’s a big carrot!
How superb.It seems a shame to eat it.
Well, would like to worship it?
Not today.
Well,it won’t last forever.
In that case I’ll stick with God:
I’ll stick with Thee
Fast falls the chill of night
Semd me an angel,I need something bright.
I have no fear,with Thee I’ll be alright.
Why not give in and have electric lights.
You are very odd.
Well,it makes a change…
Not with you,you’ve always been odd.
So,in a way I’m not odd.
You are right!
Odd. is’t it?
And yet even simultaneously.
It seems almost like quantum theory.
Those were the days.
From Schoenberg to Schrodinger: cats for all.
Enberg to Dinger.
You could call the cat Dinger.
What a good idea.
Mioaw.
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Afflicted by the honour of your death
Both grief and privilege to attend you there
Afflicted by emotions,short of breath
I weep for now I sadly miss your care.
Responsible for taking you to death
And freely letting go of my desires
Tears like a very sheet my face impressed.
After He extinguished your fires.
Now with my older loves you dwell elsewhere
And I , now suffering, linger in my lair.
Will you send me comfort so I bear
The burden of our grief without despair
For as in winter worms toil in the earth
Msy my grieving bring me to spring’s birth
 synonyms: |
sorrow, misery, sadness, anguish, pain,distress, agony, torment, affliction, suffering,heartache, heartbreak, broken-heartedness,heaviness of heart, woe, desolation,despondency, dejection, despair, angst,mortification; More |
| antonyms: | joy |
synonyms:  |
trouble, annoyance, bother, irritation, vexation,harassment, nuisance; More |
Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
with the cold fire
that closes round me this year.
Thirtyfive years
I lived with my husband.
The plumtree is white today
with masses of flowers.
Masses of flowers
load the cherry branches
and color some bushes
yellow and some red
but the grief in my heart
is stronger than they
for though they were my joy
formerly, today I notice them
and turn away forgetting.
Today my son told me
that in the meadows,
at the edge of the heavy woods
in the distance, he saw
trees of white flowers.
I feel that I would like
to go there
and fall into those flowers
and sink into the marsh near them.
When thou hast stripped my heart of all its skin
And left me to the wolves to be consumed
Shall I ask what was my mortal sin,
And hast thou never thought I was redeemed?
The pains I suffer I am loth to take
For I have thrashed been in thy machines
And no more can my little heart now break;
As fragmented it giveth forth its screams.
Yet should I be unwilling to accept?
Is it not the case that thou made me?
So shall I sin if I thy will reject,
Not knowing how to live and how to be?
The mystery of suffering is too dark
When shall I see thy living golden spark?
The new doctor is called Donald Bluck…
And odd name but he had good luck.
He might be called Schitz,
Or even Blitz.
He’s definitely not called Doctor F*ck.
I was 22 years old and one day,
When first I heard a young lady say:
what is that word
Lady Chatterley heard?
D H Lawrence didn’t use shades of grey.
What is the long term effect
Of admitting such words without tact?
Now they mean naught
So that someone ought
To invent a word hard to inspect.
A word like a small darting fish,
Not confined to a big round glass dish.
In the ocean of life
Not all words are nice…
Nor is life itself quite what we wish.
Words may take flight from our grasp;
Act like Cleopatra’s sharp asp.
Words kill or give life
Pattern chaos and strife….
Or give love to the dear one we clasp.
A map’s a guide to find a world
Knitted by angels and unfurled.
And though you need a map as guide,
Keep your own eyes open wide.
I spent a year caught in a map
Until I found a big enough gap.
I crawled out through this exit slit,
So here I am,like some half wit.
Words can act like heroin,
You live so high ,where I have been.
But onto earth I gladly fall.
The air, the sun, the rain is all.
My senses are my lovers long-
My ears,my eyes,my skin my tongue.
The winds caress my naked flesh,
To dwell on earth is all I wish.
I’ll live with mice and birds and plants,
I’ll share my food with miscreants
I’ll keep my words inside a tin;
And only, now and then,go in.
I’ll live with cats and spiders three.
And like a wild flower grow quite free.
I’ ll give my words to those who hear,
And eventually I’ll disappear
Earth to earth then ash to ash
When soaked with rain I shall disperse.
My atoms wing like butterflies,
And to the Flower I’ll fly,disguised.
The average retirement income in 2014 was £15,800 but unlike earned incomes which have remained steady or increased slightly in the past few years average retirement incomes have been declining. For example it is 11 per cent down on 2009’s £17,779 and 15% down on 2008’s £18,663. This worrying trend is likely to continue as occupation pension schemes close, annuity rates go lower and the squeeze continues on disposable incomes, which means that most people have less money to save for their future.
The state pension will account for 35 per cent of average retirement income for those planning to retire in 2014, but one in seven people will retire without a pension, and women are nearly three times more likely than men to be entirely reliant upon the state pension, because they made no provisions of their own.
(Statistics source: Prudential)
How my heart sings 