Day: May 15, 2016

Sometimes, even love

Ah,did you throw away the  ripened fruit
Because inside it hid a hardened stone?
As anything not total does not suit
Love’s ambivalence seems to you a crime

Don’t throw away my love when I  offend
For I am human too and lose my sense
As tension makes it difficult to bend
And sometimes even love is too intense.

Rather , see how much love there still may be
And balance that against my human faults
Instead ,one mark ,one sin  one thought unfree
Weighs more than years of love ,binds me in guilt.

As panic  will grow less when we just wait
In such a way , real love can contain hate.

Welcome

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Welcome William to the  joyful world
Where mother love and father love   combine
And so your life shall tenderly unfurl
In Eden first where life may seem divin

Behind  grandparents, are their parents too
Invisible except for genes passed on
As ancestors’  sweet lives have brought forth you
Then in some sense they have not really gone.

Before you there is life, a tale unwrit,
Yet in your mother’s arms you safely dwell.
With love and friendship and some little wit
We wish   for all like you , all shall be well.

A past unnumbered, future  fiction yet
Ah,take this love and kindness which you met..

One man went to row

Do you remember that song,One man went to row?
Well,it’s because we are always having rows.
But we are women
Generically, we are all men
Yet genetically we are women
Strange one letter makes all the difference.
Especially if it’s in Greek.Or not.
Plank you so dutch
Won’t tension knit…
I am too tight
Loosen up.Undo your zip and leave that armour off.
I didn’t know there was a zip.
It’s a metaphor.
Who’re you,Mrs Wittgenstein?
Don’t take that tone with me
I am joking.
You could have fooled me.
Wittgenstein didn’t laugh much.

Three of his four brothers committed suicide.
That is not just genetic…
It was their father’s strictness.
Well,I feel sorry for them except if there is a heaven they’ll be there.
And we hope their Dad will not!

No corset

I  am afraid there is no corset on my screen
Are you looking at ladies undies?
No,I mean that arrow that moves with the mouse
Don’t  tell me mice are armed now!
Well if you were a mouse what would you do?
Propagate.
I am surprised you believe in propaganda.
The thing is,it’s hidden.It looks innocent
Like some  women do even after being married 9 times.
Perhaps they are innocent and don’t consummate their marriage?
Why don’t they read The Toys of Sex
Do you mean the Joy of Sex?
Whatever,toy boys,joy,sex  and love.
I thought it was your mouse you came about.
Freud might understand
Say whatever comes to mind
Well I have said enough
But who decides?
It’s a feeling,an intuition.
Like love?
That’s deceptive.
We have to decide.
Decide what?
Where that corset has gone
Cursor
I don’t think we need to actually curse her even if she has run away with our corset
My mind reels
Irish or Scottish?

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Slides to my eye

The sky looks greyer
But at its height it’s well lit
Annoying the clouds
Clouds depend on wind
They have no engines inside
No pollution

Low orange sunshine
Slides to my eye through acer
Light and shade make art

Each large shrub is dumb
Each darkness is different
Birds  can have a choice

Holly is much loved
Prickles protect the feeblest
Bold eagles  just glare

The eyes of  mothers
Give heart,encourage babies
Or they may destroy.

Who were the gorgons?
Who has not felt numbed by glare?
Who has not frozen?

 

If we do not melt
We might shatter into shards
Flying to pieces

Inside our own skin
We are not a unity
We are a jigsaw

Or we are dry bones
To be burned in glowing coals
Our spirit will  rise

As God lit a bush
It burned without destruction
An eternal flame

Burning is confused
Alchemists were never fools
Wisdom was evoked