Month: April 2016

Why I am worried

I may be invited to address the United Nations but I have no smart suit and my hair looks like a doormat.
I might get mugged and have no money in my purse and no credit cards so they will not have anything to show for their work.
I might fall out of bed and land on the cat,if we had a cat.
I might dream I’m in the loo and then wet the bed.
I might go to Confession and I’d have to tell a lie and invent a sin as I’ve done nothing wrong this week.Or I forgot!
Then I’d have a sin to confess:Lying in the confessional.

I might not see a grass snake in the garden and accidentally stand on it.
I may solve a problem no-one knows the answer to and not even realise that I am the only person who knows.
I may wake up and find I’m a man.I have no suitable shoes and where would i keep my mobile?
Someone might want me to do a poetry reading and i might speak too fast.I might go more red,tremble or use a four letter word in a Freudian slip.And I don’t know any four letter words yet…please tell me where they are.
I might fall over crossing the road and get run over by a bus just before I change my underwear.how mortifying.
Isn’t mortifying an odd word?

I might go shopping and forget my purse.Then get put into a Home and forgot I have a home.
I might forget my name.It’s so confusing as the doctor calls me Mary ;my first name.Why can’t they call one Mrs like they used to do?
Unless they can’t pronounce  my surname !It’s a thousand years since the Vikings and the English still can’t speak Danish or Norwegian.Nor Swedish,except for.”Hi”.
I might dream I’m young and what a nightmare that would be!
I might get onto a CTTV camera and be spotted by someone looking for a model for large size clothes.
No wonder I’m so neurotic. I must be tough.Anyone else would have gone completely mad with all this on their mind.
But I was already mad so everything is fine.
Well,let’s pretend

Is it ringing?

You’re too elusive to  win my love
You’re  so far away while you’re with me.
Just a  got a snap of the pigeon and  dove
I don’t know how  some birds can be so free.

You’re tempting me and pushing me away
I  don’t know how I wandered here.
But soon the reckoning will come,that day.
I wonder how   words can be so clear.

Now a picture has   many interpretations.
Whatever language we may each speak
It doesn’t need any further translation.
Though we get to know the cliques and the freaks.

There are so many ways to tell you don’t  care
There is only an  intention to  be truthful.
But in the end it’s neither  love not fare.
I’m starving and the world don’t look so beautiful.

You’re too elusive to be captured;
Though I tried the Leica lens and shot my head off/
Yet you implied some later loving rapture.
I’ve blown away and snapped  the trees off.

I’m over the clouds  now, where the blue sky is.
And moving so fast, the earth is shrinking
I’m  out of touch with all those aerial wires.
Good to be  sailing into blue not-thinking.

Coming nearer, you threw me like a stone
Like a brick broke off a wall and lobbed
But it was my bones that broke and my phone
Is it ringing ; I feel so blue so black ,so robbed.

 

 

Grace after meals

My sister said she’s going to the Isle of Man.Is that sexist? Which Man is it?
Meanwhile my brothers have gone to the dogs and my brother in law is gambling with a frozen dinner.Or is it experimenting?
Well,I can’t stand her barking all  day.I thought she was human but she’s  a parrot that lived with a shepherd on Ilkley Moor.Fortunately there were no sheep otherwise he’d have got  a dog.And no parrot.That seems  wise to me.
We have sheep in London,you know.They are called ” voters.” In the Lee Valley there are sheep  but  they don’t look happy.Can sheep smile? They never taught us that at the Convent.All they were interested in was sex and how to stop people having it.Sheep were never mentioned.But in many ways they are better than men.They are warm.English men can  be cold.Still we mustn’t crumble.Keep right on to  the end of  the goad.To the ends of the toad.
Well,I’d better make  my tea now.Cream on toast and sugar sandwiches.I only eat banned food.Or it  bland food?I can’t remember.No wonder. I’ve not eaten protein for years.How about milk on toast? That has protein.Full fat milk.
Then we say Grace After Meals.Thank you,Mother.

Homer was a barrier to progress

Homer was a barrier to progress.Sorry,he was a barrister  for the homeless
No,he was a barrier to my progressing to do Classics.I didn’t like his jokes.They weren’t meant to be jokes but my learning was backward and you should have seen my transfusions… see what I mean? I can’t even destroy English showadays.I failed the exam in Latin so asked if A Greek could mark it,
My boyfriend came back from the dead  last week as God said he’s not cooked properly yet.I can’t believe it!He was simmering with rage for days.
He gave me a cack handed compliment.In briefs and his own best vest,he insulted me to my face and about my face!Why can’t he look down?
He will be black in a sec in the old coal miners ballroom
Should one put the horse onto the saddle?
Oh,back it up and leap on
My mum was a back seat driver;she had long arms and long sight,you see.I don’t see so I drive from the front…
I said, are you a backstabber.and he stabbed me in the chest but only with a drawing pin.
And what a draw it was…women love to tend to me.God may know why.I am not handsome but I have that special,Je ne baise moi!Well the French never wash and look at them…like rabbits.
Now children, we are back to squaring one again.It’s the only number equal to its own square and it has two square roots.It sounds like my husband,if you catch my implicit meaning,Now implicit functions,that is a deep topic in higher mathematics.. or should we say,lower mathematics as we are mixing the similes too much not to mention the cliches and the metaphors.It’s like Greek to me.Thank God I know no Hebrew…it would be such a strain on my brain.
Backs to the drawing boards.the artists fought off the invading poets to no avail.Now all the pictures have titles…… just like the Royal family.What a joy.
Back to the salty pines on Holkham Beach…. a good place to get lost and even meet the Queen
What is a backhanded compliment for? Answer briefly and fully without loosing in a thesaurus… not that you common people have them….THUD.
Another right wing teacher is struck down by God…. or rather it was a catapult with a brick but I saw they used them in the Bible so it’s ethically acceptable I believe.Yes,I do.
Ah come off? Now come on.A lot of the Bible is vicious….cutting off men’ s hair…Why did Samson have long hair… no=one I know around here does.Beards,yes.Hair…. not much.
And even beards have drawbacks.Washing them is a burden…could you have a false one like a wig?Here’s where I may have got a bright idea!
False beards.. cheap.Two a penny.

Man gone?

Instead of a  husband

An electric carving knife… if you afford a joint of beef!
An electric tin opener.For those nights when baked beans are all you have left
A giant size teddy bear.Something to hug.
Money.
A masseuse.
A friend who can climb a ladder.
A dog to bark at you.
A cat to cuddle up to you.
A parrot to repeat the words you said when you dropped a Le Creuset pot onto the floor  to your guests.
A person who enjoys conversation.

Not a lot really

 

 

Incarnate

From Vocabulary.com

Incarnate means “having a bodily form.” If you encounter someone who pulls off butterflies’ wings for fun, you might describe that person as “evil incarnate.”

The meaning of incarnate is precisely what its Latin roots suggest. The prefix in- means “in” and caro means “flesh,” so incarnate means “in the flesh.” The word can be used in positive or negative situations, but it always describes an unusual, possibly miraculous instance in which something that can’t normally be seen or touched assumes a bodily form. For example, the Christian religion was founded on the belief that Jesus was God incarnate.

Definitions of incarnate
1

adj

possessing or existing in bodily form

“an incarnate spirit”
Synonyms:
bodied, corporal, corporate, embodied
corporeal, material

having material or physical form or substance

adj

invested with a bodily form especially of a human body

“a monarch…regarded as a god incarnate”
Synonyms:
bodied

having a body or a body of a specified kind; often used in combination

v

represent in bodily form

Synonyms:
body forth, embody, substantiate
Type of:
be

have the quality of being; (copula, used with an adjective or a predicate noun)

v

make concrete and real

Antonyms:
disincarnate

make immaterial; remove the real essence of
Type of:
actualise, actualize, realise, realize, substantiate

make real or concrete; give reality or substance to

We must be incarnate

So much depends on mood and time of day

We interpret or mis-shape what we perceive.

The sun may shine to show a better way

Or absent that,a transient cloud deceive.

 

No lowing herds wind down our oil fumed  roads.

Tranquillity at dusk has disappeared.

With artificial light the daytime mode’s

 Prolonged and reverie’s  most feared.

 

To   truly live,we must be incarnate. 

God himself has paid the price alone.

For time misspent we do not get rebate.

As,like the leaves in wind,away we’re blown.

 

To live  aright perception must be clear;

Including in its breadth all that we fear.
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When our spirit dwells in our body we are incarnate.Some of us don't 
feel we are fully incarnate.The negative view of the body in does not help.

 

What is contempt?

Definition of contempt in English:

contempt

 Pronunciation: /kənˈtɛm(p)t/
NOUN

[MASS NOUN]

1The feeling that a person or a thing is worthless or beneath consideration:Pam stared at the girl with total contempthe wouldn’t answer a woman he held in such contempt

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1.1Disregard for something that should be considered:this action displays an arrogant contempt forthe wishes of the majority

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1.2(also contempt of court)The offence of being disobedient to ordisrespectful of a court of law and its officers:[COUNT NOUN]: when he was found to havelied to the House this was a contempt

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Phrases

beneath contempt
Utterly worthless or despicable:tawdry trash that is beneath contempt

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hold someone in contempt

Judge someone to have committed the offence of contempt of court:the advocate was held in contempt forsubpoenaing the judge

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3

hold someone/thing in contempt

Consider someone or something to be unworthyof respect or attention:the speed limit is held in contempt by manydrivers

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Origin

Late Middle English: from Latin contemptus, fromcontemnere (see contemn).

Smoke

 

If I go I won’t tell you.
I’ll just disappear one day.
Like when a cigarette ,which seemed so long,
suddenly has become smaller
and you never noticed it
because you were talking
about the meaning of life
while life was somewhere else
blown away with your smoke
into the sky
and then dispersed
never quite visible again
but still floating on the breeze
hoping to be caught
in a butterfly net
but unable to communicate
except by flying.

If I go it will not be today
but it will be an ordinary day;
no one will realisethat it’s that day
that the bird flies
from her nest
to go to a new place
only seeing the deserted nest
he realises,my bird has flown.

The poet in us all

Moments when the original “poet” in each of us created the outside world for us, by finding the familiar in the
unfamiliar, are perhaps forgotten by most people; or else they are guarded in some secret place of memory
because they were too much like visitations by the gods to be mixed with everyday thinking. (Marion Milner)

The proud man feels a deep disdain

The proud man feels a deep disdain
For those whose life has not seen gain
He feels he’s made his own great pile
From his own talent   and his guile

Yet vulnerable to ills and pains
Are all humans and their gains.
No-one is in full control
Of themself or earth or  soul.

And why despise a humble man
Who works as hard as any can?
In a  coal mine or  the docks
Tending goats and sheep in flocks.

 

Remember Job and how he fell?
None’s immune  though he feel well.
At least  treat  all with  some respect
Even those in tatters decked.

Disdain in English

Definition of disdain in English:

disdain

Pronunciation: /dɪsˈdeɪn/
NOUN

[MASS NOUN]

The feeling that someone or something is unworthy of one’s consideration or respect:her upper lip curled in disdainan aristocratic disdain for manual labour

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VERB

[WITH OBJECT]

1Consider to be unworthy of one’s consideration:he disdained his patients as an inferior rabble

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1.1Refuse to do (something) from feelings of pride or superiority:she remained standing, pointedly disdaining his invitation to sit down[WITH INFINITIVE]: he disdained to discuss the matter further

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Origin

Middle English: from Old French desdeign (noun),desdeignier (verb), based on Latin dedignari, from de-(expressing reversal) + dignari ‘consider worthy’ (from dignus ‘worthy’).

I feel at one with nature green

When wanderings take the restless mind
To places peace can never find,
When imaginations linked to fear
Push tranquillity away.
To my green garden I must go
And let my mind and thoughts go slow.
I look up at maples in the breeze,
See sunlight dappled through their leaves.
I see the apples hanging down
And blackbirds peck them on the ground.
I see the hawthorn berries ripe
Upon the hedge in gold sunlight.
And then my soul is brought to earth
Peacefulness is given birth
I feel at one with nature green,
And all that is just now unseen
So back to everyday routines
Without “what for?” ” what might have been”
All is well and shall be so
Wherever we may chance to go.

My main wish is for more police on Earth

 Make your love permanent.Freeze it!

 


I was sadder than a wet fen which is how I often feel when ill or I split infinities suddenly
it was my utter nadir.The skin of my teeth peeled off and the nerves screamed like music written by a post modern composer.Still,it was free.
I make money by selling souls to wolves who listen at the door
Please nail my hat on if we get a blizzard.I can’t bare to lose heat
My main wish is for more police on Earth
I make a brake for my brain but my mind runs ahead of me
Can you make a long story tauter?
Take a mountain out of a mole hill and you will be in a hole!
Make an ass out of felt… it will feel good
Can one make ends meet or is it not logical?
Fake like you are a tree with leaves then shiver your timbers
I place no overtones in my verses.I like plainsong
It’s Mack or Jake for the Party
Why make out you found bliss in my tarts?
Do I make the grade as a wordsmiter?
I make tracks for wild animals, which adore me… the Beasts!
Can we make up and kiss our own throats?
Why make waves when it’s already windy on the lake?
Make your love permanent.Freeze it!
 

No donkey or Joseph

The woman walks in a bleak landscape of monotone colors.
With child,she crosses this rough terrain
without a Joseph to protect or a donkey to carry her.
No inn nor stable is here.No cattle nor sheep
Nothing alive.
Now she feels her labor pains coming;
Lies down amongst the rocks to wait
Here is an anonymous,faceless figure.
Pronounces himself a doctor.
She labors; he picks up her son.No Messiah nor Oedipus;
Without speaking,he conveys to her,this child  is dead.
Not ever held in the arms of hie mother
Nor father either.
He’s tossed, light as a few feathers,
light almost as a bird
onto a pile of bodies nearby.
Whose unwanted children are these:?
Still lying flat she observes her child
one of many there.
Days pass and strength returns.
Stands now and walks over to say,Farewell.
The child opens his eyes
Mother,they say,mother.
She holds him and presses him into herself for warmth…
Which way to go and when?
No signs, no maps…
Is there a right way?
Is there a guide?
Why was she journeying this way?
She remembers nothing
She has lost almost everything ….
She steps forward and walks on.
What other choice  has she got?

Fear of anxiety

Zenophobia = fear of meditation.
Manophobia=fear of single men.
Ironpansophobia-fear of metal pans.
Stanophobia-fear of my stories.
Lensophobia= fear of digital cameras.
Femophobia-fear of females.
Criticismophobia= fear of nasty remarks.
Tanophobia=fear of the sun
.Tenophobia= fear of decimals.
Bigbenophobia= fear of the government
Fenophobia=fear of East Anglia.
Henophobia=fear of being chased by hens.
Sinophobia= fear of Chinese sins.
Tinophobia= fear of tinned Fray Bentos pies.
Chartphobia=fear of diagrams.

I’ve had two

I once had a doctor called Sparke
Famous for making us talk.
He said,how do you do?
I replied,I’ve had two.
But I feel as if still in the dark.

Two of just what have you had?
You certainly look much less sad.
Men,I reminded him
Sometimes want  me to sin.
So I thought I’d  learn to be bad.

Oh,no said Dr Sparke
Do not sin in the dark
So now I light candles
When Nicholas mandles
Life,ain’t it often a lark?

So why are you here Sparky said.
I knew my face was very red.
I want a stuffed doll
To hold as I loll.
I miss my dear husband in bed.

 
Can I get one on prescription
After I give a description?
I’ll ask our MP
If he can see
If there is any restriction.

So I said,ask God to send my man back
Without him I do feel a lack.
A speech partner, I need.
And a man for to feed.
Otherwise my mind turns black

 

Get hotter in jail

After being caught dead-heading enjambented fuchsias
George had  indeed judged kaffee-kllatsch love
Merely neurotic,often paid quantitatively recently.
So tamarind were xeromorphic

Yelling ” zaftig” after being close, destroyed Eve’s feelings.
Generally hearing insults, Kafka lamented matters not original perforce.

Queuing rose to whatever  xerox you zeroed and baited.
Can dead fish go happily in jerseys knitted lengthily madly?
Not often perplexed,
quality riddled some.
To underfund
where x-rated Zurichers ate,
being choosy did even faze go-getters.
Heavily inking just  Kraft
left many not over prepared.
Quite recently sorrow,
there under veils,
was X rayed  yet zapped.

And Barbara caught David eating French Fries galore.
Hearing it jokily kept Lara  midway.
Next
Open  pies quite rarely sell to underweight vagabonds where xylophones yearn Z-functions are between cases defined effectively from game-nabbers.
Here in jail,knots leave me not open per [quite] se.
To under-clothe Vera was x-rated .
You’re Zed,after all?
Be careful
Do exceed Frank
Get hotter in jail.
Kendal left me nuked.
Opinions, perhaps  quaint, radiated serenely.
Trainers under valued were X-large.
Yellow
Zen-phobic?

And be clean ,decent .even-handed,fair,godly,homely,jokey
Leary,manly,neurotically. only. pleasing,quarrelsome,rabid,sane
Tame,ugly,virtuous,wanting,X-evading, young,zafting and beautiful.

Xenophobia sounds like an ill

Xenophobia  sounds like an ill;
A disease  independent of will.
In animals  a defence
In humans some sense
As a stranger’s unpredictable still

Yet “phobia” sounds excessively strong
A defence over-done till it’s wrong.
Caution’s sufficient
When sense is deficient.
They’ll be sisters and brothers ere long.

As animals we don’t wish to share
The food and the money that’s here.
Better  ponder with care,
To see what is fair.
Or the ill-will  unleashed will  be bare.

Our natural instincts are tamed
Over-doing that makes us maimed
As Freud indicated
A theory vindicated
Sex labelled sin  has defamed.

Can  we  each find a good middle way
Which permits some fun and some play?
And enough intellect
To surely detect
Who is our real enemy?

 

 

 

 

Xenophobia

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From Merriam Webster dictionary

xenophobia

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noun xe·no·pho·bia \ˌze-nə-ˈfō-bē-ə, ˌzē-\
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Simple Definition of xenophobia

  • : fear or hatred of strangers or foreigners

Full Definition of xenophobia

  1. :  fear and hatred of strangers or foreigners or of anything that is strange or foreign

See xenophobia defined for English-language learners

See xenophobia defined for kids

Did You Know?

If you look back to the ancient Greek terms that underlie the word xenophobia, you’ll discover that xenophobic individuals are literally “stranger fearing.” “Xenophobia,” that elegant-sounding name for an aversion to persons unfamiliar, ultimately derives from two Greek terms: xenos, which can be translated as either “stranger” or “guest,” and “phobos,” which means either “fear” or “flight.” “Phobos” is the ultimate source of all English “-phobia” terms, but many of those were actually coined in English or New Latin using the combining form “-phobia” (which traces back to “phobos”). “Xenophobia” itself came to us by way of New Latin and first appeared in print in English in 1903.

Stones and leaves and flowers

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midsummer days evoke the trancelike past
where children played in joyous, daisied fields
with buttercups so bright the memory lasts
a freedom that our conscious growth will steal.

those stones and leaves and many coloured flowers
were gathered into images that glow
yet later we forget those treasured hours
when for a while we lived in life’s deep flow

we did not look and see,but felt at one
we lived as did the birds high in the trees
now we see , yet experiencing has gone
we no longer live like flowers all  filled with bees

to lose ourselves in nature is a joy
which to our adult selves we must restore

Words are like beads on a chain

1.
Words are like beads on a chain,

Alone they can’t take any strain.

But joined up in gold,

A sentence can mold.

A prayer is repeated again.

 

2l

Words cluster in salient groups,

Waiting for writers to stoop..

Then instead of one word

A sentence is heard,

Some call this poetry soup.

3.

Professors do not create words,

which from the unconscious are lured.

They only critique

What you and I speak.

After conversing and writing,that’s third.

Of two lovers

I  like going to see the sea
The salty, rippling waves.
I like going just you and me
Sands and cliffs with caves.

I liked riding in the car
The forest was quite near.
I loved being where you were
The trees were  old and dear.

I liked going to ancient towns
See how beauty’s born
I liked  going in study brown.
I liked a ram’s  horn.

England’s hills and dales we roamed
Up mountains we did climb.
Now the Lord has taken you home..
When will be my time?

Will I never see your smile
On a pale and sandy shore.?
How you loved and for a while
You came in my door.

Then your heart was worn away
When you saw my scars.
But they say one happy day
There’ll be no more wars.

Even in our human form
Alien life can grow.
Of two lovers,one’s forlorn,
And it shall be so.

I would not wish to go the first,
Leave you pale and thin.
Of two choices one is worse.
The Lord wants you within.

So sail away ,my lover dear
Sail into the deep
I took you down to  river near.
So, alone I weep.

I send  you all my memories
I send you all my thoughts
And I know, whatever is,
You were  whom I sought.

You caught me up,you put me down
I don’t know where I be.
But I will smile and I will frown
I don’t know if I’m me.
Losing,losing,losing  you,
Losing  our  dear life.
Losing,losing,losing you
Am I still your wife?

 

I’m not me as you’re not here
Who have I become?
But I’ll live, despite my fears.
My life is not  yet done.

 

I lost a leg,I lost a hand
I lost my heart and soul.
Pray for me my lover and
I may then be whole.

Look at me,from where you be.
Look at me again.
When you look,whom do you see?
I’m in the lion’s den.

 

 

Fierce life

Living life in all its fierceness,

Birth and death and joy and pain
We struggle on our unknown journey,
Sometimes lost and found again.

We are indeed like lambs to slaughter
Death will be our final goal.
But while we live,let us live bravely.
Let us not destroy our souls.

Climbing in the hills and moorlands
In the heather, children play.
The sun half blinds me with its light
Yes still I see the given way.

I received a call to climb.
These hills are my essential home.
My vocation is to dwell here
While in the silence,mind may roam.

Noise in cities is destructive.
Though nature’s fierce,she’s also true.
Struggling on life’s scraggy slopes
I offer up my words to yo

Love knows what to do

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Some folk have eyes like water
Some folk have eyes like ice.
And when we’re introduced to such
We do not look there twice.

Some folk have learned to use us
Some folk give us respect.
With those who cannot see us
We cannot  connect.

Some folk where born  to sunshine
Some folk were born to storm
And fears imagined in the mind
Can cause such dreadful harm

Oh,hold me to your bosom
Oh.hold me close to you
Some folk were made to hate and fear
But love knows what to do

A foot on the lark

  • A foot in the park  ran away by itself followed by my mate
  • A short run wedding was over by nightfall
  • A site for Noah’s  eyes.. two of everything
  • A  porous  plight… the vase leaked
  • A prickly ticket
  • A witch in time won’t mind
  • A  cone’s thrown away from a traffic    warden
  • It’s sweet  feeling  all coy
  • A  waste of his flown Edison
  • A thorn in the mesh  pricked my  feel
  • A thinker’s worse,
  • A watched spot ever oils,
  • A white bouffant rift opened in her platinum hair.He fell in
  • Aside from  mirth what do you love?
  •  They were a sinning combination as a couple

Mary tidies her mind

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Mary woke up feeling  gloomy and  tired.She drank her tea which Stan used to bring her.It#s a real nuisance for a woman having to make her own tea in the morning
I  am fed up,she told Emile.I miss my bicycle but it’s too dangerous now.And walking hurts.
Sitting by her bed she viewed all the clothes she had recently washed and dried  which were manifold.What to do with them..Well,Mary thought,with our ideas we have to categorise them ans so I will apply the same principle here.
She divided her clothes into groups.Then into subgroups.Why, it’s a science she thought.Then she folded her underwear neatly just the way it came in the packs from M and S the famous Jewish British and EU  department store.
She put all the odd socks into a  clear  polythene bad and put the remaining ones into a shelf in her white wooden wardrobe.She admired her teal coloured tights which Stan had   loved and put them with the black ones she wore most often in winter
Suddenly she heard a dog bark.What’s that? she shouted in alarm
Emile giggled.
I did it.he said,you were not listening to me.So I barked.
I am sure God will not like that.What did you want.
It’s time for coffee,he announced.
Alright,Mary said.I’ll leave these polo necks till later.They want downstairs into the teal  and cream coloured kitchen/breakfast room and Mary filled the kettle and took her Nokia  off the charger.

 

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It seems to run down too fast,she thought.Even when I never used it.I only got it for emergencies and  £5  a month from BT seems a good offer.But like many  of her gadgets she really bought them to see how they worked;as she had a good sense of direction  she did not really use the maps.
She picked up the post.There was the dreaded bank statement and Credit  Card Bill. from M and S
Hello,Barclays here.
Hello,I have not had a statement from you lately.
You never use the card.
That’s true,said Mary,I forget to buy anything.I forget I am a woman
In her purse she found a cheque for  £60 from the Inland Revenue.
Look Emile.I’ll buy  you a new basket.And a some cat toys.
Thanks  purred Emile.You are so sweet,mother.
I’m not your mother,Mary informed him wildly
Well you are like a mother,kind and gentle… most of the time.
You little flattery battery,she giggled  .
Looking at the bank statement she was relieved not to be over-drawn.Stan had expensive tastes and she always bought him too many clothes,the best food and other delightful things.He was not greedy,she enjoyed spoiling him and  so did he!
Well,two horrible jobs done she thought and her mood rose as she realised things were better than she had  hoped.
Even finding the cheque was out of date did not worry her.She phoned the Tax Office who said they’d send another one.
We  all know how nice it is to get a little money we didn’t expect.
She went upstairs and decided to change her outfit.She took off her comfy old jeans and  put on a  black  needlecord dress with  blue and green flowers all over with a pair of smart black shoes.
Why are you all dressed up,asked Emile.
To give pleasure to the human race,she murmured as she  put on  her red wool winter  coat.
I am going out to take some photos she said.The magnolias are out and the bluebells.
Which  camera shall I take,she pondered..
I’ll take this Nikon one,she decided; Because I like the name.
Is that a good way to choose a camera,asked Emile.
Well, what do you suggest?
Well many are called cameras but few are chosen ,the naughty cat replied.
I know I have several she said.People give me their old   ones and as I am ignorant they all seem ok to me.They are my toys..
And how about that new wok and the ceramic milk pan? I’ve been taking notes,Emille wittered on
Are you going to be a detective,Mary laughed.
Can’t a woman buy a new pan?I keep burning the non stick ones so I decided to try ceramic.
I hope you don’t stir fry my cat food,Emile chortled.
No,I have not yet  got a wok cookery guide.
But you have got an electric egg boiler,which surprised me, he miaowed.
It’s because it switches itself off,she told him.I get engrossed in my study of enjambent and  forget the time.
Thinking is bad for you,Emile told her.
And so say all of us.
Thinking is bad for the brain
I’ll never do it again.
I’ll be a girl again
Ignore all handsome men.
I’ll got  out and play in the rain

Why x-rate Zero?

After beginning calculus,David expedited fate.
Genuine grief has  Job .
Keep Ms Norman’s opportunities purchasing quality remains severely  testing.
Very wearing, x-rated yellow zeppelins aptly bought.
Calculus degrades entirely far reaching grammar.
Has  John   kept my notes on problems quite tasteful?
Vanish when X-rays yield zeroes.
Also better cakes done endlessly  for good harvests
In judicious kleptomania  leaves men never offered pay quite random.
So testing under-valued watches X rays yielded zapped and brought chaos down
.Ending fresh good heather honey,jam  kept  leeching my nomads nothingness
.Oh,please, quieten roused turtles when xeroxing zeroes.
And beginning calmly drains  drama entirely for good.
Had  Joy kept letting me not over- pay quiet, realistically  such thoughtfulness   was  x-rating  yellow zoned areas before calls did end for greater good.
Heroes  in jail kept making news-stories torment  wayfarers .
Xmas yes,Zurich and Belgrade came down effortlessly
Fruit grown here just looks mottled now.
Over peopled quills ratified some treaties
Upset various ways X rays yielded zilch.
And because callous dentists ended faults,good has jolted keepsakers.
Lomas  must not  over produce qualitatively  resistant stories.
Text when  Xavier  yells” Zut alors.”
Because crepitude does end for good here.
Jars keep leaning meanly  now over prayer -quads.
Rest soulfully tonight.
We yelled  Zurichers!
Aber
c d e f
gesundt
Hollande
Just keep
Lounging meanly now
Pay quite raised some talent.
When x yields zero after bar closes down
Eat  for grandma
Her ink just made no offer pay
Quite raised spirits today
Why
X
Your
Zeroes
After being
Caught down Edwards favourite garments
How  John  keeps leaving me
Nobody owes people quite sane times
Wedding
X rated
Yalta
Zen aids.
Because cats don’t eat French gourmet haddock
Instead jars keep  longer
My nipples overreacted
Pain quite saw to that
Wherefore  Xandra yelled
Zed