https://youtu.be/EGt9yH13XCY

• As cold as ducks’ bills
  As bold as no Will
  As told to my Phil.
  Was  tmould in my pills?
  Though old, he still kills
  Once cold,I was thrilled
• 
  It fit on her girdle
  Bite me for a giggle
  Writs on the table
  Lit up his dabbles
  He gifted his marbles
• Without a prayer for the  world
  Without a hair, there’s no curl
  We doubt  hares can be hurled
  Without a pair of wives pearled
  So stout  yet she twirled.
  Such gout,he pre- paled
• A diamond,it’s a laugh
  As rhyming ,it’s  enough
  We lined t’horses by ‘t trough
  Our Raymond ,he’s   tough
  He  wryly punned as a bluff
  Simon, what a puff!
• Suave as a  python
  Waves on my timeline
  Grave as a  deacon
  Maeve’s on the beacon
  As brave as folk leaking
  Gave me  a tea can
• Wake up,I am missing
  Get up,I need kissing
  Make up @We’re still  flossing
  Made cuff? from my knitting
  Stay top of the listings.
  My mop now needs washing
  As brave as  when dying

You put your ancient fridge in the garden and nobody steals it.
You can’t afford suncream  even when you’ve had skin cancer.Since you have to wear Factor 50 all the time,why is it not on prescription?
Ditto two standard lamps with no flexes but perfectly ok for anyone with good eyesight to fit a new flex but nobody has taken them .I may put the lamp shades out and see what happens
You wear your underpants inside out on the second day..no thanks”
You only have a bath once a month
You  wash your smalls in the bath with you.
You sing while walking through the town and people throw money at you, except for a few who shout,go back where you came from..That gives me abig choice
You eat  on newspaper instead of a plate.Brown paper  will do as well.
You stop wearing underclothes altogether.Ony suitable for continent ladies with tiny bosoms
You can’t go out for coffee.
You can’t give people gifts
You can’t afford Xmas card and stamps

2. 

3. Hope for the quest, but prepare for the  cursed”

   “Better bait that lever.”

   “Words  that are severed, block  the mind’s rivers”

   “Keep your friends clothes and your enemies hosiery.”

   “Don’t know why, don’t know , sigh.”

   “A picture  gives birth to arousing  words .”

   “There’s not much wing  in a free munch.”

   “There’s no face  at  home.”

   “Mixed ratios  are the greater part of colour.”

   “The  curly haired catch the allured.”

   “We have to  forsake the best of fillings”

   “Is there a doctor  on the   pounce?”

   “To be healthy ,see a vet”

   “See me foam, and fly” [note the comma]

http://youtu.be/C2bLpVsHN6M

http://youtu.be/bUlg6xues78

Well,I was on the bus and it was very full.so I said to this man,Can I have your seat?
So he says,No,you are equal now.
So I said,My knees are killing me
So he sez,See the doctor!
So I said,I’ve got my husband here.
Where? he asked
He’s in this bag here,I told .
He looked a bit puzzled so I said. it’s his ashes actually.
So he said,All right you can sit down.
I said.Don’t bother,grace will aid me.
Who’s Grace,he said looking round.
I mean God’s grace,I told him.
If you ask me,God’s a bloody disgrace.he replied.
so I said,please watch your words as it may disturb my husband.
He said,Surely he can’t hear me now,can he?
I said,No the waves of sound might rattle him.
He said,Rattle!He’s not a skeleton,is he?
No,I was using it to mean upset or disturb in a poetical sense
My.my he said.Who are you,Mrs Wittgenstein.
Wittgenstein never married,I informed him.Nor did he write poetry though the Tractatus does have a stern beauty
What a shame,he said.You’d make someone a lovely wife.
Is that a proposal,I asked him humorously.
It doesn’t seem right when you have your husband’s ashes on your knee.
Too true.I fancied having a quiet time on my own with no men around.
So you don’t want passionate bodily love? he asked.
I might want it but I have no desire to wash underpants and boil hankies any more.How that ever got linked to passionate love,God only knows,I murmured seductively
No, he doesn’t because he has no nose! he informed me quietly
Wow,I never knew that, I lied despondently.
Excuse me,can I get off? he enquired gently
Not on me,thank you,I answered with a cunning smile
You are so vulgar,he noted journalistically.
Thank you.I’ve been training for a year or two.I told him wisely, with a shy laugh.
Why,can you have lessons?He asked quite jocosely
Just watch some soaps on TV….I offered unevenly

http://youtu.be/Pp5iZdWKaA8

I prefer gardening,he replied regretfully
You can prune my bush tonight if you like,I reminded him perversely
I say,that’s a bit off! he said wistfully
The ashes have gone to my head.I said in desperation.
I say,shall I take you home? he offered gallantly
I have no home,I responded poignantly.My lover broke a window over my head after my husband took ill.
That’s odd.
Even for a man, I told him numerically.
He should have been glad,he replied sensately.
No, he was afraid of commitment,I informed him furiously.
How would breaking the window help? he asked curiously
It would give him a way to escape from me.I chattered obviously
My goodness,we are at the terminus.We’ll have to get another bus back to our stops.He said anxiously.
Just then we saw some police approaching.
Excuse me madam,aAre you Muslim?
No.I always wear cotton in hot weather.Unless I am making cheese.
Sorry. he said.How do you worship?
I think you need a Rabbi.
So you are Jewish?
No.you are.
How do you know,he said.
As you have a big hat on like Leonard Cohen ~I deduced you were another of those Cohens.They are all descended from Aaron,you know.There must be a few hundred of you.
I fear you have made a logical error,madam.
As long as I don’t make an error of the heart,I don’t bother about logic.I said informatively
Surely we need both a heart and a head,he asked me questioningly.
Definitely,but why are you here? I demanded.
That’s what God said to Elijah on the mountain.
And what did Elijah say,I enquired.
I heard you calling me.

http://youtu.be/Pp5iZdWKaA8

http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/onefootinthegrave/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nl58_sed8_k

Here’s the truth: People, even regular people, are never just any one person with one set of attributes. It’s not that simple. We’re all at the mercy of the limbic system, clouds of electricity drifting through the brain. Every human is broken into twenty-four-hour fractions, and then again within those twenty-four hours. It’s a daily pantomime, one human yielding control to the next: a backstage crowded with old hacks clamoring for their turn in the spotlight. Every week, every day. The angry person hands the baton over to the sulking one and in turn to the sex addict, the introvert, the conversationalist. Everyone is a mob, a chain gang of idiots.”
Author: Jonathan Nolan

An Interview With a Cyber Security Researcher

One might also argue that Neruda helped democratize poetry by making the “poetic” less exclusive.

http://blog.sfgate.com/drader/2011/03/03/the-10-greatest-poets-my-list/

And so, the top pick goes too . . .

PABLO NERUDA. Why Neruda? Well, he has done everything poetically. He’s written an epic (Canto General), he’s authored the most popular love poems of the Americas (Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair), he wrote some of the most imaginative and influential surrealist poetry (Residencia en la Tierra), he’s published some of the best odes in poetic history (Elemental Odes), he’s penned love sonnets that rival Shakespeare (100 Love Sonnets), he’s composed some of the most biting and most effective political poetry, and he wrote an achingly beautiful book of poems comprised entirely of questions. In Latin America, Neruda was and is poetry.

The Mexican novelist Carlos Fuentes tells a story about visiting a seaport in Chile. One night, as the fishermen were reeling in their nets, he heard them singing, as a song, verses from Neruda’s poem Canto General. He was amazed. So, he walked up to the fishermen and told them how pleased the poet would be to know they were singing his poem. Their reply: “What poet?” Neruda’s poem had so thoroughly saturated Chilean culture that it had taken on the weight and significance of myth, folklore.

No poet has more passionately and thoroughly spoken for his people than Neruda. Canto General, for example, is a 15-part book, comprised of over 200 poems and 15,000 lines. It tries to map the entire history of Latin America. It is an insanely ambitious project that seemed to unify a country. His poems articulated hopes, dreams, desires, histories, protest, sexuality, beauty, and national pride like no one before or since. Because of his poetry he became an ambassador, a statesman, and even his party’s candidate for president of Chile.

Think about this: a poet so popular, so beloved: a poet with so much cultural cache that he could be a viable candidate for president. And in 1970 no less. His funeral was a national day of mourning, so significant it’s described in Isabel Allenda’s The House of the Spirits. He’s even had a movie made about him, The Postman. In Chile his houses are national museums, and his legacy is deific.

From a poetic perspective he is just as important. He influenced poets around the world. American poets like W. S. Merwin, Mark Strand, and James Wright read him in Spanish, and it changed their own poetry, becoming more associative, more surreal, which in turn altered British and American verse. One might also argue that Neruda helped democratize poetry by making the “poetic” less exclusive.

Neruda believed poetry could change the world, and he knew that well-crafted, passionate poetry could, under the right circumstances, create aesthetic, political, and cultural revolutions. Neruda’s work is as close as we have in poetry to something like Uncle Tom’s Cabin in fiction. It altered a political and cultural landscape.

We see this throughout his work but perhaps best articulated in the final lines of his famous poem “The Heights of Macchu Picchu,” where the poet, history, and the reader become one:

I come to speak for your dead mouths.

Throughout the earth

let dead lips congregate,

out of the depths spin this long night to me

as if I rode at anchor here with you.

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain,

and link by link, and step by step;

sharpen the knives you kept hidden away,

thrust them into my breast, into my hands,

like a torrent of sunbursts,

an Amazon of buried jaguars,

and leave me cry: hours, days and years,

blind ages, stellar centuries.

And give me silence, give me water, hope.

Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

Let bodies cling to me like magnets.

Come quick to my veins and to my mouth.

Speak through my speech and through my blood.

Forlorn is a word
Describing a state of loss
One’s personal pain.

Dejected,losing
The love we lived with so long
Down and no way up.

Travelling blindly
This tunnel of stone and grit
I hope to emerge,

Sorry, I can’t answer the phone.I’ve gone out for a stalk or a flower
Sorry, I am not here.They gave me too many injections and I’m not whole yet nor am I partial to your moaning constantly
Sorry I can’t take your call.I am planning to shoot myself tonight but if I  survive I’ll write you an email tomorrow.
Sorry I am not in.I’ve been arrested for writing  low quality verses.Is it a crime now?
Sorry we are off to the pub to get arrested for drunk driving so we can spend the Hew Year in jail…. it saves money for us but not the taxpayer
Please stop phoning;my head is ringing……  how do I take the call?
Sorry I am out right now as I’d love to  clear your voice again.Please growl back later.
Fancy you ringing,I love your rude message and return it redoubled in strength.
Yes,you did love her but it was a wrong time ago and besides she is a dead  ringer for  the Queen
This is a telephone answering service.If you are human try meeting face to face.
Honesty can get very wounding so please take care about leaving a message after the tone
Silence and telephones are incompatible.So take your kick and konk off.
Why are you phoning.I saw you today.Please do not leave a message as I am feeling moody and mean like a film star on a horse’s back
He said he was going out for a bark.Can I fake a message?
He said he was ill but not that he was dead.Men!
He said he’s had enough but  I am still alive

P

Please wear a frown in bed,especially when harried for more than ten years.
Please keep your head bevelled..
Please keep your stare on all night and every right.
Please have clean sex everyday, especially on Sundays.
Please change your underwear gaily.
Please wash your aunts every night especially in summer time.
Please feed the sprat on schedule.
Please take your anti-riot pills handy and do finish the coarse and smooth out the mirrors
Please keep your cuneiform safe and bound.
Please wear a cat when out of doors.After all Jesus  liked a miaow
Please take your hand out of my biscuit box.
Please carry your loves in winter.
Please take your trews off before entering.
Please be a delight at all times.
Please play chess alone as you are too clever for birds
Please do not let your no’s glow.
Please remember you are not abreast.
Please nip envy in the blood.
Please use your body as I would.
Please do not get into a double bind unless over the age of consent.
Ferried couples can have twin leads

We’re just a pair of porcupines who  want  to get more close
But  when we do we get a wound made up of tiny nicks
You caught your spikey walking boots on my new blue  hose
I kissed you on  your bristly beard and got ten thousand pricks.

We separated and returned because our love is fine
We slept apart,we shared  a  bed ,we hoped to share our hearts
We ate our breakfast separately but combined  when we  dined
I longed to give my  heart to you,but you  would soon depart

You like to have your sacred space inviolate and calm
I like my own space as well, for I feel like you feel
We  might have found a proper home  where we could settle down
But then you said you hated me for you felt quite unreal

You went up to  the arctic  to find a  better zone
Then emailed me and asked me up ; admired me with  wild zeal
I couldn’t afford the airline price so you came rushing home
For you said a porcupine’s  more loving  than  a seal

Some days you found me beautiful,some days you found me wise
I backed off with  an over-whelm,for you could tantalise.
I ran away to   Italy and found a Latin  man
Maybe you can do the same ; catch me if you can!

I have been having problems with BT Yahoo Mail.Like I can change my password which I did,but cannot read the mail.I also had to install a new printer.It even has an email address.I printed a photo of some trees in black and white which came out superbly.But all these things take up a great deal of the day and my mind is not into writing poetry then.But I posted two poems I like from  the website Writer’s Cafe

https://www.theguardian.com/science/2009/feb/15/psychology-usa

“Those who wrote about an emotional experience showed more activity in part of the brain called the right ventrolateral prefrontal cortex, which in turn dampened down neural activity linked to strong emotional feelings.

Men seemed to benefit from writing about their feelings more than women, and writing by hand had a bigger effect than typing, Dr Lieberman said.

“Men tend to show greater benefits and that is a bit counterintuitive. But the reason might be that women more freely put their feelings into words, so this is less of a novel experience for them. For men it’s more of a novelty,” Lieberman said.

The study showed that writing about emotions in an abstract sense was more calming than describing them in vivid language, which could make people feel more upset by reactivating their original feelings.”