Day: May 25, 2016

Be a stoic

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No mobile groans are allowed immediately prior to surgery or when coming round
Please faint on the bed only.Or if pushed,faint on the nurse if he looks strong enough
Do not attack the doctor.He is only a pest here.He to help us so we must reciprocate

Pills must be swallowed  and not used to play tiddly winks with or to poison enemies.
Do not undress in this cubicle.Undress outside before entry.Leave your clothes in the bin for people to steal (X ray unit]
Kindly tell us your name  and credit card numbers before we drug you.
If afraid please  don’t mention it
.If no night nurse is available please die after 8 am.
If you must have sex , please go home first
If you have no relations please ask the doctor to oblige when he finishes his rounds.
If you feel weak,do not use your Kindle Fire on the bed
After a heart attack do not resume sex for at least ten years
Sex is a form of exercise but also can create chaos in public.Try walking.
If borderline kindly make your mind up whether you love or hate the pest doctor

If you have no bosom,you are probably a man.Wards are now mixed so there is no.
problem apart from a shortage of braziers.
If you have any nuts,please  use your dentures
Cover all your parts before the Royals visit.
Please leave me all your money before you  leave the ward when about to pass over
Sex changes by an operation or sometimes naturally.
Are you bored in bed?Get out and walk up and down the corridor to annoy the visitors
If you have erosive dermatitis, please dry carefull
None of the staff understand the government…so please do not mention David Cameron if you  wish to go home in one piece.
Pies are sold in the conservatory.We do not know why.
In fact we know hardly anything but don’t worry,we’ll treat you barbarically anyway.
Be a stoic and keep still

The journey

Look ,stranger on this island now.

The leaping light  leaps yet.
Standing silent is hard what

with all the mobiles
And the traffic.
Something is making me sway
But it’s not the sound of the sea,
It may be the distant sound of bombs.
I may vomit.
Here at the edge of a field
Lie people killed so some other people
Can have a better future.
The chalk wall is collapsing into the foam
Not to mention the odd earthquake which

Wrecks the East.
Nuclear.

My heart quakes because I love you,
And I’m afraid you prefer the computer.
And all this comes into my mind when I stare
Across the horizon.There’s something wrong.
We are standing on the edge of an English meadow
In spring.But in some sense such a meadow
No longer exists.

Look stranger on this island now.
Delight is stll possible,
Is it probable?
The foam at the edge of the waves
Leaves a white curve on the sand,
I walk through and remember you,
Even though I lost you.
You were tall with green eyes,
And you died of computer news overdose.
I miss you so much ,and the world in your eyes
I want you to tell me, where are you?
Here and there,we remember similar stories
Of heroes returning from far away battles
But the battles are here
And the heroes have departed.
I remember Odysseus and his journey.
But like the green meadow
We have no soul for that,
We’re on the edge
And waiting.

Feeling blorgy

If you store plenty of words in a word freezer you will be able to write a poem or letter very rapidly.Alternatively,you can store some dried words in polythene bags in a cupboard and add some moisture like tears to them when you want to write.This gives you some information about our era; that we spend time now,preparing for a fictive future and if you do store words they may be out of date before you use them.
The best way to always have words at hand is to read a lot of novels and poems.Even reading newspapers can teach you new words.
You don’t need to make an effort to recall them.Your mind will remember the ones that are for you.
You might try inventing words.I have done that but I’ve not kept a list.Sometimes it’s for fun; sometimes it’s to fill a space..
I am feeling blorgy today.. I feel like writing a blog with my guy .
You recall a song,feeling groovy.. well put blorgy instead of groovy

Creation

Uniform colour
No cerulean blue here
This sky is dull grey.

The leaves look less bright
No gold light to shine through them
When will summer come?

The bonsai beech tree
Is now part of the front edge
Tiny leaves waving

For we have a breeze
Birds fly intently,surely
To their nest of young

Concentratedly
Nothing else is important
But creation

 

 

Possessive

I felt cold sitting
So I lit the fire again
Where is nature’s heat?

My chest hurt just now
This cold is bad for the heart
Where are my thermals?

I feel lazy and loose
I am thinking of my pans
How many have I?

In the beginning
We bough them in jumble sales
Or perhaps Woolworths

We got five bread boards
As Wedding gifts but no knife
Knives stand for hatred.

Mother love can hurt
If it is too possessive
The child must cut it

So we  must need knives
Tin openers and skewers
Sharp like a devil#s curse.

What has cut women?
Where is our protection?
Where is our saviour?

Choice

 
My heart is   feeble in its own desire
It summons up no demons with its power.
Yet  denying it would make me a true liar.
I have a wish which  fills  my surprised hour.
If     all desire should sadly fall away
My life would be  a sentence to be served.
I cannot judge if I have gone astray
Did I go straight  and miss  some hidden  curve?
At any instant, we may make a choice
Which sets us on a track we did not see.
Or daydreaming,  ignore psyche’s  soft voice;
And with will power, demand how life should be.
Close attention must be paid ,or lost
Is our vocation and we pay full cost