Day: May 31, 2016

Eight letters make infinity

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1.Blake saw infinity in a grain of sand…and spent an eternity in the shower.. [he saw eternity in a flower;where the bee sips…]
I never knew they even had showers back then!
2.Infinity is unimaginable,indescribable and unfathomable
and all in eight letters.
3.Eternity could seem short when writing is going well
and an hour may seem agonizingly long if you are unhappy.
4.Why did Blake single out one grain of sand?
Was he going to sow it ? He wanted a desert in London.Does sand grow or is it fixed?
5.Aren’t thoughts intriguing?
And all free if your head is empty like mine is..

Complementary partners

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They say that some marriages are between similar people and others are of complementary types.I believe mine was the latter.So when  a partner leaves or dies or evaporates the remaining one may take on some of the characteristics od the lost partner.
So I was looking forward to getting

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1.Good judgement of people
2.An ability to read faces with uncanny accuracy and predict action
3.A warm and compelling personality
4.A possibly irrational hatred of Lord Soper and Dr  Ian Paisley
5.A keen interest in politics and discussing them all the time
6. An ability to eat fish without vomiting
7.Knowledge of poetry,art and writing and ability to pass a doctoral oral exam  conducted in Latin
8.Losing the ability to spot the criminal in the first 3 minutes of a thriller
9. Forgetting I ever taught anyone anything  hence not causing trouble in public by explaining things in minute  and exact detail in the belief people will be grateful
10 A liking for whiskey so I can drink the bottle in the sideboard

 

What did I get?
1. An unsurpassed and previously non-existent skill in burning pans [6   top quality ones so far] by failing to put water in  after emptying and not turning off the gas.
2..A knack of leaving the hot tap running before going out for a few hours.
3.A deep rage whenever I see an expressionless face like our leader
4.An inability to  waken up in the morning

Let’s  see what the next year brings..bankruptcy if  the pans burn on and on and the electricity bill goes up.

Misread the Guardian

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This ban on legal thighs will only have one effect: more log related sex accidents
This span of legal lies will only have one defect: more frog related  salt errors
His hiss ran on legal wires until it affected the  breaks  for drug highs at call times.So he was de-tested and de-tested until he didn’t even see the test.Then he passed.
This pan caused more incidents in our home than any thighs,plates,eyes or disguised lies.

I believed in ten of the best come-on lies of all time.
Call me nigh Eve but I’d never seen an organ before.We only had an electric piano on wheels at home
Was it a sin to take a magnifying glass on  a date?Who rues?
I relieved men of their best pies   since Euclid.
I grieved ten men by attesting to their size,lies and sighs

 

 

Sacramental trees

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Maybe you didn’t know
When you teased me so.

Maybe you never knew

What your words would do.

I float across that space

Where lovers once embraced

And thus you bring torment

To me to  whom  love you sent.

When I close my eyes

My daytime face then dies.

I look across dark seas

To sacramental trees.

My dreams are full of loss.

Is night or day the worse?

When we return  next  here

Will  love outstrip our  fear?

I gaze upon your face,

Forbidden  to embrace.

My arms ache deep inside,

As if in agony tied.

Torn apart by  grief

Love is now a thief.

Where has God’s face gone

As brightly shines the sun?

The pains of are sharp,

Cutting through the heart

But still we turn towards love,

With all the  strength we have.

Trusting in the dark

And emptiness beside

I step into the  void

Love can’t be denied

How to find the way out?

When eyes which once gave glances of sweet love
Now send cruel reproaches to my heart;
When grace uncalled for descended like a dove
But now with pain my skin,once kind, does smart….
At times these days of grief and loss seem harsh
As if some demon owns my inmost heart.
And without grace my lips are dry and parched..
with fear I shiver,tremble and I often start.
Shall I attempt retaliation for this hurt?
What weapon shall I use to vent my rage?
my lips were never fashioned to be curt.
My soul,no warrior eager war to wage
How shall I find my way out of this maze,
back to green fields where sheep so docile graz

Who has never felt grief?

Who has never felt grief
When a small gesture would have helped
but it has ,unknowingly, been withheld?
How many people have the imagination
to guess what’s in your mind,
And to embrace you rather than push you away?
No-one,No-one.No-one knows.
No-one knows these numbers.
No-one knows these names.
No-one knows how many feel diffident,
Nor how many feel shame.

Being alive is joyful!
Being alive is pain!
Being alive is all we have,
We’ll never be alive again.

I look into your eyes today
I sense your shame and woe.
I look into your eyes just now
And tell you that I know,

Being alive is lonely.
Being alive is good.
Being alive is pain indeed
For flesh is not like wood.

Death and loss and grief

When death and loss and grief fill up my heart
And behind an icy wall I am entrapped
Where should my work of holy healing start
Where is the hidden place where loss is mapped?
As on the earth I walk amongst the trees
And on the grass I lay my sleeping head
I make my friends from stinging wasps and bees
Who comfort me on this my own deathbed.
Yet do not sun and moon still shine as bright?
Do not men and women tender lie.
Does not this small glowworm give me light?
Do not courting tom cats saunter by?
With wider vision spreading from my eyes
I see more clearly where my comfort lies