Month: August 2016

Smart is from old German

 o;fsmart
smɑːt/
adjective
adjective: smart; comparative adjective: smarter; superlative adjective: smartest
  1. 1.
    (of a person) clean, tidy, and well dressed.
    “you look very smart”
    IMG_0042synonyms: well dressed, well turned out, fashionably dressed, fashionable,stylish, chic, modish, elegant, neat, besuited, spruce, trim, dapper,debonair; More
    antonyms: scruffy
  2. 2.
    informal
    having or showing a quick-witted intelligence.
    “if he was that smart he would never have been tricked”
    photo05791synonyms: clever, bright, intelligent, sharp, sharp-witted, quick-witted, nimble-witted, shrewd, astute, acute, apt, able;

    well educated, well read;
    perceptive, percipient, discerning;
    informalbrainy, savvy, streetwise,on the ball, quick on the uptake, genius;
    informalwhip-smart
    “Joey will know what to do—he’s the smart one”
    antonyms: stupid
    • (of a device) programmed so as to be capable of some independent action.
      “hi-tech smart weapons”
    • NORTH AMERICAN
      showing impertinence by making clever or sarcastic remarks.
      “don’t get smart or I’ll whack you one”
  3. 3.
    quick; brisk.
    “he set off at a smart pace”
    antonyms: slow, gentle
verb
verb: smart; 3rd person present: smarts; past tense: smarted; past participle:smarted; gerund or present participle: smarting
  1. 1.
    (of part of the body) feel a sharp stinging pain.
    “her legs were scratched and smarting”
    synonyms: sting, burn, tingle, prickle; More
    • feel upset and annoyed.
      “defence chiefs are still smarting from the government’s cuts”
      synonyms:13920761_10208628903333444_6196718056528026069_n feel annoyed, feel upset, feel offended, take offence, feel aggrieved, feel indignant, feel put out, feel hurt, feel wounded, feel resentful

      “she had smarted at Jenny’s accusations”
noun
noun: smart; plural noun: smarts
  1. 1.
    sharp stinging pain.
    “the smart of the recent cuts”
    • archaic
      mental pain or suffering.
      “sorrow is the effect of smart, and smart the effect of faith”
  2. 2.
    NORTH AMERICANinformal
    IMG_0035intelligence; acumen.
    “I don’t think I have the smarts for it”
Origin
Old English smeortan (verb), of West Germanic origin; related to German schmerzen ; the adjective is related to the verb, the original sense (late Old English) being ‘causing sharp pain’; from this arose ‘keen, brisk’, whence the current senses of ‘mentally sharp’ and ‘neat in a brisk, sharp style’.

What,nonsense?

Kangaroos   may be sweet in the top paddock only.No humans allowed
 I keep a  sad dog with me till it smiles
I’ll  keep one eye on you and one in my  bed
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Keep it simply Cupid: love daily
 We  keep  men  in hay at our farm
Keep your flingers tossed in butter
Keep your chin up with a brick throat rest
Keep your eyes open with steel nails
Keep your hair  up:panic
Keep your nose to the whetstone and save money on surgery
Keep your powder dry; use a compact
Keeping up with Moses
 He keeps his words close to his  pests
 I keep on clicking:Am I going off?
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Kick  men  in a word
Picket up here
Kick some  nutter and go to jail
Flick the bucket
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kick your wheels
He’s like a kid  with a candid  whore
The king’s handsome
Kiss my bell
kissing the nose spreads flu
Crit and puzzle
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 He’s like a  knife through hot stutterers
We knock  ligght  out of the spark
Clocked toff and done four
No knocking on blood permitted here
Knock the coven off the Mall.Witch ones?
knock your own locks off with my quay
 He mocked  Aaron and lived
I have the kodak bit  not  the kodak moment

Till the logic’s heard

This form of poetry is beloved of me.
As Shakespeare wrote so I like writing too.
Free verse I like but with this, I can see.
And as I wrote thus, well my writing grew.

Thus and hence in mathematic’s  shared
Are also used in sonnets when I write.
They make connections till the logic’s heard
The logic of the heart makes love feel right.

To imitate the poets who’re  well renowned
Is impudent yet I refuse to stop.
I do not ask to get a  golden crown
Such satisfaction I get from my work.

If you think I’m conceited you are blind
I’m humbled by the treasures of the mind

 

Shimmering light

Shimmering light
The lily pond.
Deep water.

The music of your eye
The touch of your arm
Your always honey smell.
I love.

Rustling trees in a row,
A wide green lawn;
People stoop to see small flowers.

A snail on the path.
The perfection of the shell.
I believe.

Unusually tall dandelions
at the edge of this wood
Wave in the warm west wind.
We smile.

Sitting pen in hand
I wonder what I would have written
In all the letters I’ve not sent you.

Far away on the Ridgeway,
Cars, seem small as ants,
Rush towards the motorway.

They make us laugh.

How green the meadows are
How fresh the old trees.

I gaze at you.
I find I am.
It’s mutual.
I thank you

Two ways of seeing things differently

 

hier_820.jpgThe first option is that we can use a wide or narrow focus by  relaxing or tightening our eye muscles.When we are stressed we usually tighten them to focus on the danger we feel is near.Tunnel vision is real .I had  it after spending 5 hours reaching an Eye Hospital ironically.I could only see the doctor running in front  of me and not all the people in A and E.I was amazed when I went again to see the big room I had rushed through.
The second way of changing is to move to a different place and so have a new perspective or ideally several.In life it seems no perspective has absolute truth but if we see a number of them we can get a better idea of what we see.Or seeing a person over a period of time in different settings will give us  a better picture

Our ambivalence tortures us within

Do we choose what we perceive each hour?
Or are we automata clothed in skin
Which see the thorns and then ignore the flower?

Can we, like grass, be grateful for a shower.
Or is our store of gratitude too thin?
Can we choose what we perceive each hour?

 

Can we choose to smile instead of cower?
Can we  love the game  played not to win?
Who  sees  sharp thorns and then ignores the flower?

 

Do we   choose  to love or to play power;
Can we  choose   the virtue ,not  the sin?
Do we choose what we perceive each hour?

 

As we struggle inside Babel’s tower
Our ambivalence  tortures us within
Most see the thorns and then ignore the flowers

With   softened eyes, we see the entire bower
If we move ,  we see what is now dim
Do we choose what we perceive each hour?
Some  see the thorns and then ignore the flower

 

 

Why 15 authors write

 

http://flavorwire.com/303590/15-famous-authors-on-why-they-write

I don’t know about what other people like but I like to know why people do what they do ir where they choose to live…. if they have a choice [ ,what books they read and so on.What values fo they live by and what genre of writing they  do they prefer.If they are not  writers,what kind of work do they do.I can see now that all those people working in very low paid jobs would feel left out by this.I meet a lot of delivery people mainly men and  in  a short encounter while they bring in my groceries I manage to have interesting conversations.
One man who is very small and rather old for that work was very helpful.He said you need to  be with other people but not talking when you are bereaved.He was West Indian.Some of these people seem much nicer than the people I used to work  with.Maybe over educated and competitive people are ambitious and hence can be cruel too.And many are educated very narrowly and in my department I didn’t know anyone who read novels.So they may  have lacked imagination which is very important for human beings to  be able to understand others different from themselves.

And make us friends without those games of chess

A villanelle  will trouble the obsessed
As ever scrupulous ,we want the best
So  in this mode   the manic are depressed

I once was  worn by scruples, mind undressed.
I did not view   them as a  holy test
A villanelle  will trouble the obsessed

God does not torment us,I confess.
Though delicate of mind I  failed to rest
And  in that mode,  the manic are depressed

Though God be mountain, he has interest
His cliffs have paths, with   demons unoppressed
Any words  will trouble the obsessed

In depression, truth is unrepressed
And so slowed down we have time to it ingest
In this mode   the manic are depressed

 

Yet, by  love, in our world, we invest
And make our friends without  those  games of chess
Any form   can trouble the obsessed
When  in this mode   the manic are depressed

Now it turns as rapid as dismay

The sky is now pale lilac edged with dark
The   trees where small birds sleep are almost black
A mystic may enjoy a vivid spark
Through having senses other mortals lack.

The sky’s more pale than  it is darker grey
I see a pink, a blue in clarity
Now it turns as rapid  as dismay
Until  devoid of  such variety.

And darker still ,in grey it edges down
Until it’s less distinct from those large trees.
But  with my words  to keep me from a frown
Darkness comes and so my words must cease.

A mirror to the outer world in verse
May save  us all from  wintering with a  curse.

Who thinks of death as weakness, is a liar

The sun sinks but it burns like a  great fire;
All the sky’s aflame with  fierce intent;
Who thinks of death as weakness, is a liar
Before the end  our glory must be spent.

The  graphics of the branches look Chinese
As  blackened brush is drawn across red silk
Infinite yet countable  my days
Running like a river without silt

Thus I am not transcendent in myself
But joined to all that lives I feel I am.
So in conjunction we will find our health
Ambivalence contains both lion and lamb.

The fire of  orange leaves me with a glow
As into night I with all creatures go

Imperceptibly like this we too will change

The sky is bright and yet behind  black trees
The dark orange of evening   has begun
This sight is free to all  without a fee
Yet we must wisely  choose or blind become.

Soon,too soon the whole sky will be dark
Incremental changes come to fruit
And then it will be black without a spark
Except  for stars whose light we cannot loot.

Imperceptibly  like this we too will change
From glossy youth to hunched and weary crones
And yet  we must refuse to be deranged
As  all our body weakens from its bones

As long as we can see or touch or feel
Life is  worth the eating in this meal

This orange has a depth like a great sigh

My camera  fails to catch the orange sky
Through those maple trees beside the fence.
The orange has a  depth  like a great sigh
This makes my heart  feel turbulent and wrenched.

I want to capture  color so intense,
To graze on it when winter traps me in
Yet is   a photo with whatever lens
The way to store the colored light within?

Would struggling to mix colors of my own
Even if I failed to get the match
Ensure  I retain what this light  has shown
And one small painting equal camera’s batch?

The watercolor  mixing makes me look
At what I cannot see in any book

I’d sooner write a dirge for a sea shell.

If I wrote a villanelle  could readers tell?
We don’t need names to recognise   there’s form
I’ll write a  villanelle   and do it well

I’d sooner write a dirge for a sea shell.
The edges of the  sea shore   bring me calm
f I wrote a villanelle  could readers tell?

I’ll blow my trumpet and ring   a huge handbell.
My laughing eyes will bring to you much balm
I’ll write a  villanelle   and do it well

Please keep your counsel as in hermit’s cell
For false reports of doggerel  do  me harm
If I wrote a villanelle  would readers tell?

I’ve got as much appeal as little Nell!
What the  dickens happened to my charms?
I’ll write a  villanelle   and do it well

In a poem there’s  never need to yell.
No point in causing panic and alarm
If I wrote a villanelle  could readers tell?
I’ll write a  villanelle   and I’ll feel  swell

 

 

 

 

 

Twee.. what does it mean?

Bee collecting pollen
twee
twiː/
adjective

BRITISH
adjective: twee; comparative adjective: tweer; superlative adjective: tweest
  1. excessively or affectedly quaint, pretty, or sentimental.
    “although the film’s a bit twee, it’s watchable”
    synonyms: quaint, sweet, bijou, dainty, pretty, pretty-pretty;

    informalcute, cutesy
    “a town full of twee little shops”
    informalsoppy
    “the lyrics are stomach-churningly twee in places”
Origin
early 20th century: representing a child’s pronunciation of sweet.

Contemn and contempt

Contempt is derived from this
 contemn

The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins

  • Hopkins was a Jesuit and his training took place in St Asaph in Wales.He was much influenced by Welsh poetry and some of his innovatory techniques like sprung rhythym are thought to have come from that.

WINTER LOVE BIRD

To Christ our Lord
I caught this morning morning’s minion, kingdom
of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in
his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl
and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!

Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!

No wonder of it: shèer plòd makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold vermilion.

 

Pied Beauty by G.M.Hopkins

 

Glory be to God for dappled things –
   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
      With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                                Praise him.

What is a spondee?

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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/resources/learning/glossary-terms/detail/spondee

 

Spon·dee  from the Free Dictionary

(spŏn′dē′)

n.

A metrical foot consisting of two long or stressedsyllables.
[Middle English sponde, from Old French spondee, fromLatin spondēum, from neuter of spondēus, of libations,spondaic, from Greek spondeios, from spondē, libation(from its use in songs performed at libations); see spend-in Indo-European roots.]
American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fifth Edition. Copyright © 2011 by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. Published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. All rights reserved.

If this be truth

No-one could have  told this state to me
Experience is needed which I lacked.
Just as the spider can’t live as a beee
A wife can’t  know of widowhood’s impact.

At first the pain is like a serious burn
Though stricken ,we must plan the funeral  rites
And, yes, that pain  does lessen in its time
Alas then other pains alight.

The grey confusion,  though it is not vile,
Makes one feel an isolation cold.
A puzzlement  of grief makes weakness  wild
And noone wants the story  to be told.

No longer human,I stare at the sky
If this be truth, then  where  is her ally?

Careers:It’s all Greek to me

IMG_0035.JPGPhotographer
Dactylographer
Radiographer
Geographer
Biographer
Cryptographer.
Mythographer
Knitographer
Petrographer.
Thirdographer.
Cartographer
Choreographer
Borrowographer

 

Dactyl

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Dactyl
ˈdaktɪl/

noun

PROSODY
noun: dactyl; plural noun: dactyls
  1. a metrical foot consisting of one stressed syllable followed by two unstressed syllables or (in Greek and Latin) one long syllable followed by two short syllables.
Origin
late Middle English: via Latin from Greek daktulos, literally ‘finger’ (the three bones of the finger corresponding to the three syllables).
http://phrontistery.info/index.html  

 
dactylioglyph engraver of rings or of gems
dactyliology study of rings
dactyliomancy divination by means of a finger
dactylogram fingerprint
dactylography the study of fingerprints
dactyloid like or resembling a finger
dactylology study of sign language
dactylomancy divination using rings
dactylomegaly condition of having abnormally large digits
dactylonomy counting using the fingers and toes
dactyloscopy comparing fingerprints for purpose of identification

So now I am buying two rabbits

 

 

IMG_0009I’ll have to declutter my bedroom
For I have found a new man
I can’t let him  discover
The cat’s prints on my bedcover
Or I’ll be back where I began.

The first man was very discourteous
He said  my ideas were  all sh*t
When I said please don’t say that
He struck me with a cricket bat
His eyes glowed as if they were lit.

The next one was almost  perfection
It’s just he  got drunk every night.
An addict with obsessions
About my possesions
Which I confess are a beautiful sight

The third one was  so good on the dance floor
He did it alone in the end
For with my poor vision
I brought down derision
And that was a very poor blend.

So now I am buying  two rabbits
In case this new man dislikes  me..
I’m unsure about mating
Do rabbits go dating?
Perhaps I’ll make do with a bee.

God complains

 

 

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Every time I try to talk to someone it’s “sorry this” and “forgive me that” and “I’m not worthy”…
God, “Monty Python and the Holy Grail“

Read more about Funny Monty Python Quotes by www.poemofquotes.com

Yet with your eyes you made a final call

 

The pattern of your speech is in my ear
Although I do not hear  you speak  out loud
Shall I say ear or is it heart that bears
The form   that  made  your speech have its right sound?

Wherever in myself I find your trace
I long to keep it even when I grieve.
As though, because I do not see your face,
I never wish by sound to be deceived.

And at the end you did not speak at all
Like the baby  while inside its  nest.
Yet with your eyes you made a final call
As contented as a baby   joined to breast.

And so you went, but left your patterns here.
So with  fine prosody, I feel you near

God can’t NEED our worship

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A man can no more diminish God’s glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, ‘darkness’ on the walls of his cell. C. S. Lewis
Read more at: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/worship_2.html

 

If we knew a human being who demanded constant praise and admiration then we would think they were a bit odd..mayube children need it  and it’s nice to get a litttle but if God needed it all the time he’d be  a narcissist which is illogical with regard to God

We worship God because it’s  in our nature to worship and so we  need to worship someone  or something which is good.Otherwise we will worship the Queen new kitchens,copper pans, handsome men,lovely womem,loft conversions.expensive food…my calves,my eyes,my mind,your mind,arguing,war,sex,drugs etc,halogen cooking hobs, washing machines,

Better to worship trees if God is not your  cup of tea

And I believe many people feel being grateful for the beautiful world is good for us instead of complaining all the time.Gratitude and  making up quarrels is good for our spirit.I think it must be terrible for people who commit murder especially because even if they are sorry they can’t bring their victim back.In such a case  praying and meditating might help.Sadly most murders take place at home and it seems children are often victims.That is something I  don’t know enough about but povery and lack of work  for men seem factors..Husbands and wives always quarrel and it’s not beyond imagining we might pick up the bread knife and wave it about.
If I were God I’d  prefer people to try to get on with other people instead of worshipping me.In the past the idea we might go to Hell was meant to stop us doing bad things but I don’t think it worked as people in difficult situations lose control and now it is never mentioned.

What is most puzzling is why Christians like the Crusaders thought it was alright to murder  hundreds/thousands  of Jews and Moslems as they approached the so called Holy Land.You don’t have to be THAT  intelligent to see that  if God exists he made them as well  as us.So why would he want  us  to kill them?I don’t know whether on balance Christianity has done more harm than good.I fear it may be so….Jesus would be surprised if he saw the Vatican… he is surprised,he told me just now… why not sell it?Give the money to the poor… well,it’s there in the Bible.. the still,small,voice

Jeremiah,why are you here?

Dinner tonight

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Starters

Marmite jelly
Melon and nape salad
Avocado pair  in  shoot
Carrot and Roisin salad
Jew’s carp in olive oil and lemon dressing

Main

Farmer’s liver and peasants’  unions fried in dripping
Grief stew with Jersey rotators
Lamb crops with mushed rooms and potato flakes
Lasagne and chips with Efra’s  genes.
Vegetarian salted  and  foiled with butter with bacon
Nut and spider loaf with  green ballad
Chef’s hat stuffed with nuts and raisins in whiskey

Dessert

Cat mousse with whipped scream.
Lemon rice with bastard
Apple tart and gay harlot.
Volvo tyre in cream sauce
Chocolate iced cake  fried in  rum batter
Fresh fruit in belly with half cream ice to follow

I wrote this villanelle before I died

Could you write a poem if you tried?
It’s just a few black patterns on the page.
I  wrote this villanelle  before I died

Would you write free verse,  just on the side?
Or would the lack of form  make you enraged?
Could you write a poem if you tried?

Do you  know what manners like to hide?
Would you keep your black  dog in a cage?
I wrote this villanelle  before I died

Has your ink got all glued up and dried?
Does your handwriting  fit  on the page?
Could you write a poem if you tried?

Write all day and weep  when you decide
My cat and I have now become engaged
I wrote this villanelle  before I died

Do  not let the critics you deride
At the worst, you ‘ll start a brand new page
Could you write a poem if you tried?
I  wrote this villanelle  before I died

 

 

Don’t ask

She’s as easy  to hug as  it would be kissing a bee on my crown
Life’s not easy
when I  see ghosts smoking without ashtrays
I feel uneasy as  your pie made me queasy.
Poisoned by gum
Beat lead.Buy a  fountain pen today.Qouink!
He sits like a broomstick at a wedding for dummies
Shall we beat my cat… or hunt hares?Is cruelty good? Then ban hunting,for God’s sake.He made all creatures…if he exists
It’s  treat  to  see your gun;catch my swift driff?
Why not eat your own dog’s food and leave mine for me.It’s all I have since the cat  died.
Eight hundred men caught one gorilla which took a bus into town..Now he’s been given a free Mass in the cathedral.Sorry  a Free Bus Pass ex cathedra
Why no elephant in your room? Are you in need of brass monkeys?
Are you on  an imaginativre roller coaster?Join our club for the highly imaginative person
Now you must empathize with the wrong willed yet able to get the country off my knees.I am worn down by the dichotomies
I say, an empty flattery battery.How discharming
The cat ate my enchillado so I shall eat its mice on rice fried dinner…..take that!Sweet revenge
I said re your novel, Send over the end,not,Go round the bend!How can you work that way.. it’s real neat,you say.On your way
These friendless words are neglected so I shall eat them.Or shall I swallow the whole dictionary?
The agenda   fructifies  my daydreams into real works of art.. or cunning at worst.
Even a wild tomato finds a beefburger and fries good once in a while.
Keel over and I’ll snatch you up.I can’t wait.I love your dough so.Give me oil for my lamp keep me churning…. no more spurning

Tree under the new moon

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What  ceremonious geometry

Can describe the sympathy of the parts to the whole.

What self can contain the feelings engendered by

the response of the heartl of the tree

to the space and  light offered

and how the clouds float away on the wind

as I stand ,hand on my throat gazing

and the new moon points me out

Drinks available:Bottled hauteur.

Dandelion and Scared Duck
Nettle Fear
Hyena Tea
Sail on Tea
Trap Water.
Bottled hauteur.
Real Coughy
Lemon Darling’s Water.
Orange Rush
Fetish Beer
Risky on the Rocks
Brand me and saunter.
Tepid Wee
Rhyme Juice.
Appled Aid Her.
Steal Irish Finish