Day: May 7, 2016

Beware the man

 

No woman ever can be what he dreams

Nor can such give comfort on the road.

Yet every night he plots and thinks and schemes.

And rarely does he ever go abroad.

No food he eats will satisfy his tongue.

The best wine is as naught to mother’s milk.

He grumbles and will not admit to wrong.

I ‘ve known more men than him of this same ilk.

No bed can be the right one for his sleep.

No sheets and pillows suit his wary skin.

He often has made gentle maidens weep

Crying out they’re fat or boney thin.’

Beware the man who never can adapt

For inhis  own lone wishes he is trapped

The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf.

 

I lie back in the weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.

Old celandine show brightly by my feet
Neglected currant bushes straggle round the path
There is no birdsong yet a silence sweet
Soothes my heart and quietens my wrath.

For my heart's sore and anguished is my mind
Yet in this little wood I feel deep calm.
My eyes are shadowed and my face is lined.
May this green spring bring me a gentle balm.

For even in depression and deep grief,
The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf.

Sun in the evening

The sun glows orange
The sky is grey blue  and soft
Sun is too bright for my eyes.

Mend a camera
Wondering if I can eat
My insides are sore.

Anti-semitism
Makes me feel sad nowadays
Will it ever go?

I got the runs bad
And I can’t run any more
I feel young inside though.

That sun still glares out
Sylvia Plath could deal with it
But it’s too strong now

It’s the sideways burn
The direct line to the brain
Red hot retina.

Mine are a problem
Yet I can see the lines of your face
Love you more  and more

You are absent now
But I can remember love
Cleveland Hills pull hearts.

Lying in heather
Never noticed the hot sun
Only your buttterflies

They floated by us
All afternoon;later  found
We lay near a cliff!

A woman drove us
To Teesside by  old Yarm Lane
Out of sheer kindness.

 

 

Family

Friend?

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frɛnd/
noun
noun: friend; plural noun: friends; noun: Friend; plural noun: Friends
  1. 1.
    a person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically one exclusive of sexual or family relations.
    “she’s a friend of mine”
    synonyms: companion, boon companion, bosom friend, best friend, close friend,intimate, confidante, confidant, familiar, soul mate, alter ego, second self,shadow, playmate, playfellow, classmate, schoolmate, workmate, ally,comrade, associate; More
    antonyms: enemy
    • (used as a polite form of address or in ironic reference) an acquaintance or a stranger one comes across.
      “my friends, let me introduce myself”
    • archaic
      one’s close relatives.
      plural noun: one’s friends
    • a person who supports a cause, organization, or country by giving financial or other help.
      “the Friends of the Welsh National Opera”
      antonyms: opponent
    • a person who is not an enemy or opponent; an ally.
      “she was unsure whether he was friend or foe“
    • a familiar or helpful thing.
      “he settled for that old friend the compensation grant”
    • a contact on a social networking website.
      “all of a sudden you’ve got 50 friends online

      1. a member of the Religious Society of Friends; a Quaker.
      verb
      verb: friend; 3rd person present: friends; gerund or present participle: friending; past tense:friended; past participle: friended
      1. 1.
        informal
        add (someone) to a list of friends or contacts on a social networking website.
        “I am friended by 29 people who I have not friended back”
      2. 2.
        archaic
        befriend (someone).
        • black English
          have a sexual relationship with.
          “the woman got married and you still used to friend with she?”
      Origin
      Old English frēond, of Germanic origin; related to Dutch vriend and German Freund, from an Indo-European root meaning ‘to love

What Different IQ Scores Mean

 Last updated:
12 Apr 2004
IQ Scores & Ratings

Cautions for Interpreting IQ Scores

Normal Distribution & IQ Scores

Low IQ & Mental Retardation

High IQ & Genius IQ

IQ Scores & Ratings

What is a good IQ score?  What is a high IQ score?  What is a low IQ score?  These are common questions, particularly after someone finds out their score from an IQ test.

Lewis Terman (1916) developed the original notion of IQ and proposed this scale for classifying IQ scores:

  • Over 140 – Genius or near genius
  • 120 – 140 – Very superior intelligence
  • 110 – 119 – Superior intelligence
  • 90 – 109 – Normal or average intelligence
  • 80 – 89 – Dullness
  • 70 – 79 – Borderline deficiency
  • Under 70 – Definite feeble-mindedness

Normal Distribution & IQ Scores

The properties of the normal distribution apply to IQ scores:

  • 50% of IQ scores fall between 90 and 110
  • 70% of IQ scores fall between 85 and 115
  • 95% of IQ scores fall between 70 and 130
  • 99.5% of IQ scores fall between 60 and 140

If this be holy

If this be love,then let me have your hate.

If you be true then let me hear your lies.
For this,  my heart, your message comes too late.
For now my need is  for the  thoughtful  wise.
If this be marriage,let me have divorce.
If this be holy,  hasten I to  hell..
For love comes in its time without such force.
And of its message ẃho am I to tell?
If this be love,then let me dwell alone.
If this be love, I will be ever chaste.
Your  love is like a brick that breaks my bones
A love that lays your world and mine to waste
.
Love can shake us to our inner core.
Hence of your love I wish to hear no more

HOWL WITH DISCRETION

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 She gave him a bowl of discretion and some milk of inhuman kindness

I have the art and he has the craft but do we have the rhythm?

Shalll we abandon our lips? Kissing is not to be scorned..

So it’s all about my face then?

I sleep above the board and my head is underneath the bed.

Absence makes the heart stray yonder.

Advent makes my whole heart ponder

Resolution falters after the facts.

His face was in the hole and his ball was up a tree

His body is still missing apart from his complexion

He keeps his face up his sleeve since he saw a naked woman

Why did Achilles not heal?

I fancy stuffed lambs breasts in winter.

The unborn don’t fall down on me!

Factions speak louder than wholes

Fictions speak sounder than truths.

After viewing my own art I need a shrink

After viewing my own heart I need a drink.

If you show me your part I can think.

After suing my own heart I wink