
Mei tearens, farwol myn leafste hert.[ Frisian][
With tenderness,farewell my dearest heart
.Met tederheid, vaarwel mijn liefste hart.[ Dutch]
Med ømhed , farvel min kære hjerte . [Danish
Med ømhed, Farvel mín kerti hjerte. [Icelandic]

Mei tearens, farwol myn leafste hert.[ Frisian][
With tenderness,farewell my dearest heart
.Met tederheid, vaarwel mijn liefste hart.[ Dutch]
Med ømhed , farvel min kære hjerte . [Danish
Med ømhed, Farvel mín kerti hjerte. [Icelandic]
Like ancient watercolour paintings washed by rain,
Our hearts had mingled,yet our separate selves remained.
Two watercolour pictures without frames,
Became one picture over time;
Yet two of us still there.
Our colours blended gradually
Till shades and hues were shared.
I loved your colours intermixed with mine:
Together they became a new design.
A watercolour image made and stroked by rain
I, too, must go, yet our Watercolour Love ever remains
I found looking at languages similar to English before the Norman Conquest that joy or happiness is blydskip….. so it is a metaphor…I was so happy my blood was skipping!Maybe if we know joy enough our blood will circulate better and we will not heart attacks etc.
Amd Jesus admired the lilies of the field….I don’t know what sort of flowers they would have been but that doesn’t matter.
http://www.medicaldaily.com/are-smart-people-lazy-new-study-links-high-iq-sedentary-lifestyle-394370
I am no less human than before
The way you speak does not true measure grant
Can it be it measures you who score?
I trusted you who begged me to adore.
Yet looking back the basis was too scant
Still I am no less human than before
Moderation is a better core
Bewitching love is what you seemed to want
Can it be it measures you who score?
What ever I gave, you always wished for more.
With criticisms you often me did taunt
Still I am no less human than before
When I saw your rage I sought the door
You took for granted I’d dwell in your haunts
Can it be it measures you who score?
Though you might beg while kneeling on the floor
I wish for nothing but you be absent
I am no less human than before
Can it be it measures you who score?
Do not destroy the joy of all we had
The good need not be lost when lovers part.
If you need space then take it and be glad.
Because I love you, I shall now be sad
But there’s no need to stab me in the heart
Do not destroy the joy of all we had.
With your loving words I once was clad
Now naked to the winds, I must depart
If you need space then take it and be glad.
The only constant love is that of God
No Eros is He with his arrowed darts
Do not destroy the joy of all we had.
On these forlorn, faint tracks I have once trod
In my mind I search for ragged charts
If you need space then take it and be glad.
I have my maps and now am fully clad.
With tenderness,farewell my dearest heart.
Do not destroy the joy of all we had.
If you need space then take it and be glad.
The article I posted this morning points out that because of the repition o two of the lines a villanelle is especially suited to write about something that is bothering us a great deall.Dylan Thomas wrote “Do not go gentle into that goodnight” when he learned hius father was dying.But his father did not know.
Because of the importance of the repetition they recommend writing the last two lines before you write the body of the poem.So that is what I did with “I can’t believe,I wown’t believe you’re dead.” I think it is a very wise idea
Because of the strength of repetition it would be suitable for writing about an unhappy love affair as well as death.Or maybe about breaking up with someone.

Do not destroy the joy of all we had
If you need space then take it and be glad.
I just wrote that but I don’t know if I can write a whole villanelle.
Well I managed it but I may want to edit it some more.And it does seem suited to strong feelings.Otherwise it’s just an intellectual jigsaw puzzle as my friend said
DO NOT DESTROY
Do not destroy the joy of all we had
The good need not be lost when lovers part.
If you need space then take it and be glad.
Because I love you, I shall now be sad
But there’s no need to stab me in the heart
Do not destroy the joy of all we had.
With your loving words I once was clad
Now naked to the winds, I must depart
If you need space then take it and be glad.
The only constant love is that of God
No Eros is He with his arrowed darts
Do not destroy the joy of all we had.
On these forlorn, faint tracks I have once trod
In my mind I search for ragged charts
If you need space then take it and be glad.
I have my maps and now am fully clad.
With tenderness,farewell my dearest heart.
Do not destroy the joy of all we had.
If you need space then take it and be glad.

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The doctor says I am suffering from allusions to poetry.So I am on major fantasisers
I’m a nagnostic too.I might relieve God is there sometimes.He’s a wave and a particle and very light.He comes and goes.Like men may do.
Meanwhile in the garden there is mass wisteria.It will be ok in a few weeks when we get cold whethers.
There is a big depression where we bury the vegetable peelings amongst other things like the dead.And what the cat catches,
So we are collating the law.
The priest says my sins are mortal but not deadly.
I have been text-communicated by the Immigrant in the Vatican
I didn’t realise it was a sin to have sex when your husband has died.
Is a vibrator sinful? Or is it the folk who might use them?
Is it a sin to make them in a factory?If so the economy will slump…
It’s funny that Boots sell something that could send us to hell for all eternity.I am not referring to their famous face cream though it does remove the top layer of the skin.It is however not enough for those who have cancer especially if it is on your bum.
If Boots sell vibrators surely the Church must see it’s now the norm and does not use birth control which they still ban, psoit could be a gracious way of having sex without need to take the PILL.Still it does seems odd to imagine that you get married and you both have sex using vibrators.Not quite a honeymoon especially if you take two vibrators.What, though, if the battery goes flat?What if you forget your adapter for the plug? I suppose you could take it in turns!
It’s like food.We used to do that ourselves once.Now it’s sex.No worry about wasting the weekend in bed whispering in each others ears though ,do rememeber not to use one while driving up the M1.I know it’s boring but do you want to be on a video on Twitter? You do!Say no more.
Remember though that you might have an accident involving others.If you are suicidal, please jump off Beachy Head.Do not cause a traffic jam as you will most likely be murdered.And murder is not suicide,is it?You will have injured someone else and that is more unethical than using men ,women or vibrators for recreational purposes.I rest my taste.Or my vase.Or my handbag… BTW is there a vibrator bag? If not, why not become self employed and start a new business… different colours and so on.I have no idea about size so an expandable fabrix might be good.
When it comes down to it, should we get one free if our partner dies?I would prefer a large soft cat but,hey who am I to judge others? Let the Lord decide…
This shrub is foreign
The UK has a population of 63.7 million, of which 5.3 million (8%) are non-British, and just over half of those – 2.9 million (5%) – are from Europe.
It doesn’t matter what the doctors said.
I know you’d never leave me here alone.
I don’t believe , I won’t believe you’re dead.
You’ve always like a nice lie down in bed
And never, ever answered your iphone
It doesn’t matter what the doctors said.
The doctors scanned those parts angels tread
The priest said that you’re going across to Rome
I don’t believe ,I won’t believe you’re dead.
I know your friends are pleased I keep you fed
And snatch an hour or more for writing poems
It doesn’t matter what the doctors said.
My cousins told me that I should be glad.
I have free time and all the world to roam
I don’t believe,I won’t believe you’re dead.
They say to find another man instead.
That nearly made me lose my funny bone
It doesn’t matter what the doctors said.
I don’t believe , I won’t believe you’re dead.
like whales swimming North in rows.
The sun was bright,dazzled my eyes
with gold and silver.
Wind cut across my face
like a slap from an angry father..
Those who love can also seem to hate us too..
The lure of that small childish body
tempts them to divert their anger towards it.
When the ones who hurt you
are also the ones you love,
it’s hard to know which direction to run in;
but it usually turns into a circle.
Retreating turns into a new arrival.
Straight lines might be better. though
On a spherical earth
difficult to find.
Even parallel lines meet
In their Riemannian geometry.
So we can never get away
Sometimes the best we manage
Is to increase the circle’s radius.
Though how is hard to know.
Do you love me or hate me?
Do you want me to stay or go?
What do I want?Do I have a me?
The memory of warmth draws me back
Like a cold lonely beast leaving the jungle
To lie down with a what appears to be a lamb,
Surprising the farmer up early to milk his animals
Finding a strange new one
Looking with tender,puzzled eyes
into His Human Face.

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Writing has me on the edge of a cliff
I look at the gorgeous wilderness
How can THAT be put into words?
Words like little boxes , infinitely many,
How can the orange earth,the deep sky ,the palm trees
The animals, the bewildering birds and flowers
How can I convey this in these little boxes
“Having a great time,wish you were here
Weather’s fantastic,food .ditto
Did the cat turn up?
Can you give the big teapot to James tomorrow?
Yeah,it’s nice here.Got lots of pics to show you.
Well,nearly time for our swim.See you soon.
How gravely the moon looks down on us
Like the eye of God.
Who sometimes winks.
How did He get here?
We are his metaphors.
Words convey by contrast,by opposition
I am myself but don’t create it.
I’m not used to this.
I had a boyfriend once from Dungeness
He always dressed in trousers he hand presssed
So when he arrived in dark blue jeans
It made my parents shout and scream
So his suit he did not press,I must confess.
However we lived very well in sin
All rude remarks were tossed into the bin
But after ninety seven years
He told me he was tired of stares
So then we married ; now we live on gin.
I cook a meal for Friday night at eight
For we are Jews by birth and claim our rights
We spend the Sabbath eating cake
But of course we put on weight
But love to hug and kiss by candlelight.
Is kissing work,we ponder as we sip
The dew from off the other’s gorgeous lip
There’s no way we can be quite sure
But now our kisses have got fewer
As I’m too old to love more than a bit.
In Dungeness there are not many Jews
And I am glad in case one lights my fuse
We scramble on the rocky shore
My husband’s brand new trousers tore
They were from Cohen’s and Leonard sent two more
: very stupid or foolish
<a comedy show that invariably portrays the British aristocracy as a bunch of gormless twits>
Gormless began life as the English dialect word gaumless, which was altered to the modern spelling when it expanded into wider use in the late 19th century. The origins of gaumless are easy to understand; the word derives from a combination of the dialect noun gaum, meaning “attention” or “understanding,” and the suffix -less. Gaum also functions as a verb in some dialects, where it means “to pay attention to” and “to understand.” An unrelated verb gaum means “to behave in a stupid or awkward manner.” There’s also a noun gaum, meaning “a stupid doltish person.” But none of these are as commonly used nowadays as gormless, which itself is most frequently seen in British English.
The patient on the couch did squirm and writhe
Free association caused her strain~
Therapy makes bodies lither
Erotic Oedipal phantasies take the blame
He asked her would she wear a looser dress
Yet this broke all the rules of free congress
She bought a sack in green which tried him less
Hence she could carry on analysis.
His request told her her body was too much
That eroticism is more powerful than trust
She thought all Freud’s books were Double Dutch
Ar least she learned that wriggling provokes lust
So learn ,whate’er your social mores
Imitating worms is gormless
[NO OBJECT]
[IN SINGULAR]
ADJECTIVE
Late 17th century: symbolic of writhing movement; probably associated with worm.
affirm, berm, confirm, firm, germ, herm, midterm, perm, sperm, term, therm, worm
We don’t die, we merely cease to be alive
Though the body looks the same to strangers
From this truth, all other thoughts must be derived
Though the anguish in our bosoms ever writhes
All the sacraments of death and law arranged
We don’t die, we merely cease to be alive
To hide these blatant truths, society connives.
We weep and moan and we are called deranged
From this truth, all other thoughts must be derived
The loss is like a stabbing with some fearsome knives
Though we sensed the presence of the angels.
We don’t die, we merely cease to be alive
God has turn asunder gentle man and wife
Some say, you start another newer page
From this truth, all other thoughts must be derived
We don’t die, we merely cease to be alive.
From this truth, all other thoughts must be derived

Miss Anne Thrope -Argentina
D.Luded -England
D.Mented.- Ireland
Wyse Beyond-Words. -France
Miss Cal Culated -Hong Kong
Mel Anne Colly- USA
Deep Li De-Pressed.-China
Parr-Annoyed [Mrs]- England
P.Annic Attack – Washington
B.Adman- USA
Iam Sictodeath- UK
Diss Ordered-Mined -UK
Piece O’Mined. -Eire
Can-Ned Slurp.-UK

The trust of the innocent is the liar’s most useful tool. Stephen King Innocent, Liar, Useful
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