The purpose of my recent trip to France was to visit Nantes where I painted a group of actors as they rehearsed for a production (more about that in my next blog) However, my good friends Bonnie an…
Day: June 21, 2016
The weather borecast
All of Eastern Britain will be having heavy rhymes tomorrow and the next day.
The West Wind will bring refrains in its train.
Free verse is due to arrive in the afternoon in London çausing consternation
Forms of poems will be ghosting across the City but are not for sale.
Cursing and swearing insects are set to invade poets’ brains on Friday bringing relief from good behaviour with no guilt.Count me out.
Seven plagues are said to be on the way but so far they have only reached Calais.And do we care?
British rain will fall on Thursday. Foreigners will not get wet until their reign arrives
and /or they are turned out after the Referpendulum.
Are you bored enough? I am
Before honor is humility..
Biblical Proverbs
- 1 A good name is better than precious ointment.

- 2. A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches.

- 3. A just man falls seven times, and rises up again.

- 4. A prudent wife is from the Lord.

- 5. A soft answer turns away wrath.

- 6. Answer a fool according to his folly, lest he be wise in his own conceit.

- 7. As a dog returns to his vomit, so a fool returns to his folly.

- 8. Before honor is humility.

- 9. Can a man take fire in his bosom, and his clothes not be burned?

- 10. Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is in the power of your hand to do so.

– See more at: http://www.special-dictionary.com/proverbs/source/b/biblical_proverb/#sthash.yvSbMvmT.dpuf
The eyes see everything but themselves.
Patience can break through iron doors.
. Tell the truth and run.
Tell the truth and shame the Devil.
- The eyes see everything but themselves.
- The place of an uninvited guest is behind the door.
- . There is little use building a fence around the garden to keep out the rabbits.
- What is impossible to change is best to forget.
- When the big bells ring, the little bells are not heard.
- . Where there are no laws, they can’t be broken.
– See more at: http://www.special-dictionary.com/proverbs/source/y/yugoslavian_proverb/4.htm#sthash.yKtzY6GZ.dpuf
Famous Quotes / W. Beran Wolfe
W. Beran Wolfe: “A serene fortitude in the face of disappointment and chagrin should be our goal. If you have evaded all unhappiness in life your happiness is place in unstable equilibrium by the constant dread that some unavoidable disappointment is just around the corner. If you have faced pain and disappointment, you not only value your happiness more highly, but you are prepared for unpredictable exigencies. Just as we can immunize ourselves against certain bodily diseases by stimulating our reserves to overactivity by taking graduated doses of toxin into our bodies, so we can immunize ourselves against adversity by meeting and facing the unavoidable chagrins of life, as they occur. There may be happy human vegetables who have succeeded in avoiding unhappiness and pain, but they cannot call themselves men.”
– See more at: http://www.special-dictionary.com/quotes/authors/w/w._beran_wolfe/176240.htm#sthash.PJeKGguo.dpuf
They point to a hole
Sunset’s a dread shock.
The piano is frightened
Into jarring scales
Black or dark grey lines
Zero or infinity
Are all one to me.
They point to a hole,
Deeper singularity.
Everything’s broken.
Piano attacks
Drained away the coral sky
Now all black or white.
Why play the black notes?
He’s hurting me again,oh.
Will we live truly?
A pink cloud chuckles
Till the night whale comes once more.
Prophets shall look out.
Wailing trees darken
Birds asleep are ignorant
Rest in peace.Amen
Like music,goodness flows to its own beat.
Practise now the presence of the good.
For always good is there, though life is dark.
Acknowledging we live here where we should
Our attitude enlivened by love’s spark
Behind bright pageants and the idols gold
Quiet and modest is eternal grace
And with patience let this good enfold
Ourselves and those who dwell in this earth’s space.
Unnoticed by the rich and envious court
Like a stream love flows in channels sweet;
Known to artist and to waiting poets
Like music,goodness flows to its own beat.
Let us not deceive ourselves with light
Darkness contains gifts unknown to sight.
I gave my heart away
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By his strange stories I had been beguiled. I was a fool and so I paid the price We must beware when for such love we seek.. Remember too that love is called a game. |
Illness is a way to slow us down
A sonnet about looking at the positive side of illness
Illness is a plot to slow us down
when God sees we are about to catch him up.
His face is covered by a thoughtful frown…
till he bestows with love the poisoned cup.
For speed is alien to the human soul
we have to live as slowly as hearts beat.
If rushing on we may miss our life’s goal
running down some long and rain filled street.
Step by step across the dangerous flood
On stones placed there by patient long-gone men.
With care,perception guides us to the good
but haste leads often to a tiger’s den.
Beware impulsive speeding in your mind
For out of this come many acts unkind
Her wits have been tried and found haunting.
Photo by Mike Flemming
I like reading on a cylinder…she prefers a kindle.It takes all ports!
He let a wish out for a saunter round his mind then he submitted to temptation
I’m as with it as a diamond ringing
Are you fit enough to be hung out to dry and maligned?
Her wits have been tried and found haunting.
She fits me like a love.
He fits like a brand from heaven above.
Is he as flash as a cat with a golden fleece?
I have only flashed a pan… it was a humane error.
My belly is as flat as a rugby players knee.
I wish I were reciting a Xmas cracker.
She’s very sweet footed..always an asset in this day of ragen
I only wanted to be flung onto the bed not out of your window..I’m not into SM and never will be.
His hip hops and his mind flops.
I’d like to whip you some cream,kid.
Can you spell the word ,Hoarse? Oh,of course,what’s it’s source?
Have you no ad voice?
My humor is ill today.
Washing the sheets
Bands of rhyme will be crossing the UK tomorrow.. streams of poetry will bring rain in the eyes.
Season’s Tweetings to Sinners
Shadow of the whole silence is folding over like an envelope.Post it now
The spice of wife..pepper.
Hop around the roses
It’s best to saunter nowadays.~
When inside out, a cat can still scratch.. with its reversible cat-claws.Try one tonight.Just unzip the cat and it will spring into the heir…to the throne or is it the air all round
Until the end of all rhymes I’ll be loving you
Time feels all wounds…and holes
Maps of the iceberg have melted..
Two hearts that beat as none ever did.
I wait for the lime to be ripe then it will be a lemon.
If you have a man,wash him weekly in a tin bath…don’t blame me if you get drawn in…..mate in the bath … saves washing the sheets.
Moern poetry made less terrifying
The promised land
![England's green and pleasant Land [from Jerusalem,by William Blake] England's green and pleasant Land [from Jerusalem,by William Blake]](https://i0.wp.com/s3.hubimg.com/u/4360438_f260.jpg)
Note: This was a surprise to me when I was writing the last part .I will try to explain.At first I started off wanting to write a poem about nature,And evening falling as the sun set.However something else seemed to take over for the last few verses.I was especially surprised by the end….”.at last we have reached the promised land”
That is the best thing about writing poetry,that it can surprise the writer as much as if it were written by someone else.Also it is very absorbing so that the time seems to very quickly.Sometimes a serious poem has turned into a funny one and I laugh out loud.So it saves having to buy funny books….I can amuse myself.Writing is even better than reading.
Just think of anything at all for the first line,then make a second line,then all of a sudden …you are off.Some days are better than others and you need an hour or two to do it.Or come back to it later to edit it and knock into shape.It is a bit like sculpture,I imagine.
Joy sings sweet in golden light
Yet after day comes black of night.
New moon is rising by gray trees
This earth is where I want to be.
I want the day,I want the night
I want the dark,I want the light.
I want to see and to be seen,
And not to lose myself in dreams.
The sun has set ,gray clouds turn black,
The day just gone will not come back.
I’ll rest in quiet reverie
Until the Reapers’s scythe takes me.
And then I drop and mix with dust,
And worms and beetles sate their lust.
I fall into ten thousand motes
And in sunlight ,dance music’s notes.
No more striving.no more ambition,
No more fighting,nor competition.
Every particle’s the same,
Without even a personal name.
And side by side,we all are one.
The lusts of life have been and gone.
We dwell with dirt and grain and sand
At last we’ve reached the Promised Land,
Why poetry matters by Mark Doty
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/21722
This is very beautifully written and worth reading if you have time and if you care about language and expression of our subjectivity
Courage rises even as I moan
From time and place and season I am lost, Disorientated ,missing tracks well worn Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost Nor label me with epithets of scorn For usual paths lead to the usual place The safest way to live and perhaps to die But wandering through the woods I find new space and in wild grasses with the fox I lie. Through distant trees, i see a way to go as narrow as a slit in pallid stone This is my destined way, I seem to know And courage rises even as I moan. Remember when we’re lost ,we may then find Another way,a place,another mind





