My trip to France – beginning in Port-En-Bessin

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…

Source: My trip to France – beginning in Port-En-Bessin

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..

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Biblical Proverbs

  • 1 A good name is better than precious ointment. A good name is better than precious ointment.. Biblical Proverb.
  • 2. A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches. A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches.. Biblical Proverb.
  • 3. A just man falls seven times, and rises up again. A just man falls seven times, and rises up again.. Biblical Proverb.
  • 4. A prudent wife is from the Lord. A prudent wife is from the Lord.. Biblical Proverb.
  • 5. A soft answer turns away wrath. A soft answer turns away wrath.. Biblical Proverb.
  • 6. Answer a fool according to his folly, lest he be wise in his own conceit. Answer a fool according to his folly, lest he be wise in his own conceit.. Biblical Proverb.
  • 7. As a dog returns to his vomit, so a fool returns to his folly. As a dog returns to his vomit, so a fool returns to his folly.. Biblical Proverb.
  • 8. Before honor is humility. Before honor is humility.. Biblical Proverb.
  • 9. Can a man take fire in his bosom, and his clothes not be burned? Can a man take fire in his bosom, and his clothes not be burned?. Biblical Proverb.
  • 10. Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is in the power of your hand to do so. Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is in the power of your hand to do so.. Biblical Proverb.

– See more at: http://www.special-dictionary.com/proverbs/source/b/biblical_proverb/#sthash.yvSbMvmT.dpuf

The eyes see everything but themselves.

7130713_f260.jpg 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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I gave  away my heart  to a false love

By his strange stories I had been beguiled.
He whispered such sweet nothings like  a dove.
He charmed me with his words and with his smiles.

I was a fool and so I paid the price
For I was hoping that real love had come.
But now I know desire made me unwise
He needed power, his love was a shrewd sham.

We must beware when for such love we seek..
We must see clearly or we’ll love a ghost.
We must not assent when we’re feeling weak.
For then mirages manifest the most.

Remember too that love is called a game.
And do not answer when he calls your name

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.

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Photo by Mike Flemming

I like reading on a cylinder…she prefers a kindle.It takes all ports!

I like to do the worst things first.

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.

The promised land

England’s green and pleasant LandEngland's green  and pleasant Land [from Jerusalem,by William Blake]

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

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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