My plastic heart has cracked across the base
And now for rubber I beseech my love.
For plastic organs  do not fit this case
And  live ones are too sensitive to shove.

 

But rubber intermediate appears
It will not crack or  splinter when I grieve
Not will it shiver when you’re near.
Nor shudder when you once again deceive.

Since it was you that  broke this little one
So sudden and so quickly did you act
My feelings and emotions are  quite gone
I recognise that you have  little tact

Oh,make us out of common stuff,dear Lord.
And , from your kingdom, pray I’m not debarred

Annie walked up Mary’s path looking smart in her  black faux ponyskin culottes and matching top.Her face and throat were well covered in  Wacom’sAllday moon beige cream foundation, with SPF 32 and her lips looked almost enchanting in rose-bay lipstick from Sansom of Milan and Venezuela.Being the morning, she wore only brown mascara, omitting her usual turquoise and purple eyeshadow and heavy perfume made from rhododendron flowers and  musk, with a dash of vinaigrette made with Palestinian olive oil.[Fair Trade]
Before leaving home, she had two hot showers and a bath just to be sure she was clean.She had washed her hair 4 times with shampoo for oily hair and 6  times with shampoo for dry hair.After that, she had washed up, had her breakfast and made some tomato jam from her bush tomato fruits.
After breakfast, she had written a  post on her website about making jam illustrated with her own photos.Then she had put in the washing and donned her faux ponyskin outfit so she could ask Mary’s opinion on it.Though Mary was by no means an expert on fashion she was still human so she might give the view of the average woman.
Annie walked up to  the porch and saw Mary had a note stuck to the door
Please ring and knock as my alarm clock is broken.Be aware that I do not wear pyjamas in bed and my nightdress is totally transparent so keep well back.
Well, thought Annie, this seems odd.Can’t she afford to have phone reminder from BT or use her mobile as an alarm?
She rang again and Mary opened the door.She was wearing a red velvet tracksuit which was quite unlike anything she’d ever worn before
I know, said Annie.You’ve got a man in there.
I beg your jargon, Mary cried.I’ve been running around the garden to get fitter.Come in  .Oh, what is that your culottes are made of?
Faux ponyskin, Annie confessed.
Does that imply some folk dress in real ponyskin>? she asked anxiously.
How ould we feel if ponies wore human skin?
OMG cried Annie.I’ll go home and change
And so will all of us

If you put exactly the same comment on repeatedly it will be thought to be spam.If you do want to put comments make them different each time.You will get a bad reputation if you carry  on doing this.If you want people to read your blog then put sensible comments on theirs and work on your blog to improve it if you can

Sorry,your email has been re-pleated
Sorry,I am in More Hinged
Sorry the dog ate your flea.
Sorry, your mail was designated psycho mathematical and sent to  VietNam .
Sorry, the psycho- analyst died  when I shook my mind . He cancelled all father appointments till  he rises with the bread.Good bite!
Sorry,I never got any email saying I was a pig and I know exactly who sent it.
Sorry for offering you a pork sausage. You don’t look Jewish.You really ought to try them as they are from M and S and M was Jewish.So why do they sell them? To  make poeple sin

http://sprott.physics.wisc.edu/pickover/trans.html

Yours thin [nearly]

Good rite.
Ever boors
All your vest
Sheers
Sorry,must go or I’ll set  my hair
Don’t call me.I’ll haul you.
May the Lord detect you
You’r refined.
My dear fiend,good  sight.
May you live a few more minutes so you can read my hate filled missive before passing over.
Yours wrathfully
May dawn  break before you
Sleep well,little mite.
Say what you like,I’m gruff.
Sank you again!
Whom did you imply I was?
Signed, her royal lioness.
May the sun rise on your grave tomorrow.
I hate you but forgo  me.
I’ll get in clutch rnght away

Bertrand Russell
Pulled a muscle
What a bother
What a fussle.

Wittgenstein
Used to pine
For his train set
He stole mine.

Alfred North Whitehead
Said he had  decided
To adopt fifteen spiders
To act as advisors

Rudolfo Carnap
Did away with the cat’s nap
The cat was so tired
They had him rewired

Charles Dickens wrote books
In parts , for their looks.

Thomas Hardy was cold
But ever so bold.
He got married twice
Unlike Jesus Christ

Your head is free from rust,spiders and flies
I am humming music from  “The Trout”
Love  can make eyes  gladden with surprise

Let me share your merriment and cries
Let  me know what you  know all about
Looking  out the window of your eyes

Some of us can love  without  reprise
Actors  may pretend ,we’ll see them out
Love  can make eyes laugh  with  its surprise

Some fail on  occasions, others rise
We obey the law of love without
Sparkling from  the windows of your eyes
Love  has made  them brighter ,no surprise”

Another person whom we get to know can be a window to a different world.For this to function we have to realise that we are all different and we are all of value.

https://1poet4man.wordpress.com/2009/06/13/20-poetic-conclusions-after-chasing-poetry/

Don’t buy directly from the maker.I did and I have had 8 weeks of trouble.Now they say if I send it back for repair and they can’t find a fault I will have to pay £20 for them to bring it back.Or they may decide I have  damaged the socket by pushing the adapter cord in too hard or too far.I have never had a problem before.
It gets through batteries very rapidly and though advertised as solar it makes only a tiny difference if you let  light onto it

The sound is very good but after all these phone calls my voice is wearing out!
Buy through Amazon or some good retailer and they will probably give you another immediately.Amazon did that with my Chromebook.Maybe Roberts are in financial trouble.I doubt it they make their radios here in any case  people are into internet and blue tooth.

{The novel by Joseph Conrad called the Heart of Darkness is about how in fact the so called civilised peopl are worse   than  than those they call savages.It is set in the then Belgian Congo]

Indifference tolls the knell of humankind

Hurt round puzzles
Illbred   Course Cited
Wits may  sign
Bored Venison
Well ,I am a Wordsmith.
P. S. Hell in pot
Sybil Wrath
Ted’s News.
Peel  on  promise.
Well up Barkin’
Marled  Twittings
Gorge Bellicos
William’s snake
Make  it clear

Never speak  ill of the bed.
Never make hills out of bread
Last Inn,  test route
All’s hell but tend well.
He was so   light they sent him to Marrow and Seaton simultaneously to study depraved atoms and real activity.
Never come between  man and knife
Always put the kettle on before you go to work,
It was an ill wind that razed that wood.
Never speak well  until fed.
Pack all your  foibles  in a tall wet rag

http://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/void

Stan flew into Mary’s  lovely romantically designed   bedroom and examined his  still beautiful,sleeping wife.She was  reading Ted  Hughes’ letters and had abandoned Wittgenstein. completely.She was  also reading Sylvia Plath- the poetry  of Negativity.Strange indeed he thought,for bedtime reading.But she always was a bit different.As usual, she had a big box of tissues on her bed in case any aberrant fluid might  run from one  of her orifices or a cough overwhelm her
She had so far not got a new man in her life; he was grateful ,as ,even though he was dead, he liked to come to see her and if another man was in the bed he would feel it wrong to spy on them to see if anyone else could warm up this semi- frozen yet delightful lady and give her what she needed   before it was too late.She was already 89!Mary woke up all of a sudden and having leaped out of bed ,fell over and was sitting on the rug looking quite  puzzled.With some difficulty,  she managed to get up  by turning onto her knees.She then went to the bathroom.
When she came back she tied a silk scarf around her eyes to keep the light out and lay back on her pillows.Stan would have liked to kiss her but was afraid she might get a shock.She didn’t read although one night she did sing psalms in bed before lying down with tears on her round cheeks as she remembered his last moments of human life.
She was still the most untidy person he had ever met and her room was full of pens,boxes of jewellery and scent not to mention  a mountain of clothes,books and garishly coloured shoes and handbags..and a few rather superior ones
He went to the kitchen where Emile was watching the dawn through the glass door.
Hi ,Dad,how’re you doing  up there now?
I am adapting slowly .said Stan.I wonder why you can see me but Mary can’t.
They both sat silently pondering this.
Well, nearly breakfast time,I’ll take another peek at Mary.
He went upstairs and Mary was laughing as she dictated her dreams into a laptop to make a video.
I dreamed Stan was here and he was pulling funny faces at me  which made me laugh so much it woke me up.Then it happened again.
Stan turned and flew gently away thinking Mary must be getting better.
As for him,don’t people know that even in Heaven people miss their partners or children?
Now that’s a research topic for this year.
And don’t say,all of us

The marsh beside the sea,the muddy path
Hand in hand, in silence we both laugh
We hear the crickets’  gentle clicking sounds
Small wildflowers  in joy will kiss the ground
By the salty,stabby, leaves of grass
Where busy insects cross the sandy path
The silence holds us in the dome of sky
And in the breeze, my hair will  gently fly
I hold your hand without a need to speak
Observe more tiny insects by our feet
Reach the harbour where the ferry waits
You shall cross the Styx which is your fate
I lay my tender hand upon your cheek
There is no longer any time to speak

There are    references like “burning violin” in this song to  the Holocaust as there was an orchestra t play classical music when the prisoners went to work or when they went to to the gas chamber.And also to the Feast of Tabernacles when religious people live in tents or booths to remind them of their 40 years in the desert.It is also a harvest festival.

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/29/books/adrienne-rich-feminist-poet-and-author-dies-at-82.html?_r=1

Free Verse

Example #4

First the air is blue and then
it is bluer and then green and then
black I am blacking out and yet
my mask is powerful
it pumps my blood with power
the sea is another story
the sea is not a question of power
I have to learn alone
to turn my body without force
in the deep element.

(“Diving into the Wreck” by Adrienne Rich)

Adreinne Rich’s beautiful poem “Diving into the Wreck” is a long example of free verse. She uses simple language to explore the difficult concept of human relations. She also employs an extended metaphor of diving into a shipwreck as a corollary to understanding what went wrong in a relationship. In this excerpt, Rich the key poetic techniques of repetition, enjambment, and imagery to propel the reader forward and examine her themes. Like in all free verse, Rich uses no rhyme or strict rhythm.

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Stan was feeling so puzzled.He stood in his front room staring at the rowan tree outside.Do ants fall in love,he asked himself.Are swans the most beautiful birds? Shall I send Annie a card tomorrow? Should I send Mary one as well?
He went outside and watched the ants running up and down the tree trunk.They seem to work so hard but they never get bored.
But is that true? We have no way of knowing.At last, Stan has found a question with no answer.Is boredom a unique quality of humans?
If that were so we ought to have a Patron Saint of Boredom though not of Bores.
Why are some people so boring?
Luckily Annie had seen Stan and rushed out in a teal coloured all wool outfit
made more weird by having butterfly motifs scattered on it at random.
“Why have you got those butterflies on your clothes ?” he asked her in a silly way.
“It’s to cover up the moth holes.”She pertly replied.
“You must have a lot of moths.Do moths fall in love?do they get bored?”
“You seem in a funny mood today,”Annie murmured.
“Why don’t we go out for coffee?”
“I’ve just made a pot full.Please join me.”
“Thank you,” she cried wildly.
They sat down in the kitchen where Emile was sitting by the window.
“Good morning,Emile.”Annie shouted.
“No need to shout,” Emile miaowed politely.”I’m not deaf”.
“I am sorry, Emile.” she responded furtively,”I am over-excited.”
“Why is that? Stan demanded like an untrained philosopher.
“Well,I’ve already had ten Valentines.
“Already.You must have done it fast!” he teased her gently.#
“No,you idiot.I mean cards.
“You must be popular”
“Some look like women’s writing.”
“Let me see,”he asked swiftly.
To his surprise, one was in the handwriting of his wife Mary.
“Are you bisexual?” he asked her wonderingly.
“No,I’m just annissexual,” she replied saucily.
“What does that mean?”
“Well,it’s just one letter away from “Anti-sexual.”
“That’s a relief.You are not anti yet,then.”
“Not yet”,she whispered coyly.
“Would you make love to a woman?”
“Only if she made love to me.”
Mmmmmmmmmmmm
.Apparently seeing lesbian movies turns men on.do you watch them?”
“Not bloody likely,I want to get turned off.”
“That could be boring,”she said sweetly as she combed his eyebrows with an old toothbrush.
“Well,I could do the polishing better and get the house sorted out.Fill the freezer with casseroles and defrost the oven.
Yes,though would that be so rewarding as loving another human?
“I guess not” he answered slavishly.
“Shall we go to your place and have a cuddle.
OK
Emile was very put out as he liked to see people kissing but he had grown very philosophical over the years and at least he could get on with his book,
“Wittgenstein’s cat.”He switched on the netbook and began to type:
“Not everyone knows how important cats were in philosophy.But now we can reveal all.The saying,
“Of that which we cannot speak we must miaow”
was inspired by Daisy,Wittgenstein;s favourite cat.
And,”Of that which we cannot purr we must yowl.” was inspired by Ludo, a fine male cat that lived with Wittgenstein in Ireland.
So as Emile types,we must tiptoe away..

What sort of higher power transcends the thoughts
Of  ancient Greeks and Hebrews  in its might?
What power in Burning Bush emitted “oughts”?
What sort of higher power transcends the thoughts?
Who fused the  Word and Feelings  till they  caught?
Who  gave the world the gift of newborn light?
What sort of higher power transcends the thoughts
Of  ancient Greeks and Hebrews  in its might?