SAD winter


The lack of light  persuades me to grieve more
Confined and tortured by the pains  of a disease
Already I have lost the one admired.


His sudden  absence made my heart feel torn.
He did not wish to hurt me or displease
The lack of light  demands that I grieve more


I  feel like   an old bull fighter who’s gored.
And nothing   seems to help or even  ease
Already I have lost the one adored.


My heart,my  mind,my innards all feel sore
As if I have with strange evil  one conceived
The lack of light makes me,my heart grieve more


Upon his person all my love was poured
Yet now I feel so grievously misused
I know I ‘ve lost the one  whose  love restored


My mind and feelings utterly confused
My heart seems dead and all  connections’ fused
The lack of light allows me to grieve sore.
I can’t believe I’ve lost him evermore.

Although they have a face in human form.



He stole my heart and then he stole my love
I had to boil his linen in a pan
He was a demon, not one from above
He was a person usually called a man

A man expects his food and a clean bed
He  consummates his love when he’s inclined
And whatevera  wife  has done or even said
His temper  needs by  wine to be refined.

They are another species quite remote;
Although they have a face in human form.
Their maleness pulls them without  further thought
Until the sexual act has been   performed

I think  instead I’ll buy a dozen cats.
Or maybe I’ll play cricket with a bat.



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Mr Trump is the leading exponent of “post-truth” politics—a reliance on assertions that “feel true” but have no basis in fact. His brazenness is not punished, but taken as evidence of his willingness to stand up to elite power. And he is not alone. Members of Poland’s government assert that a previous president, who died in a plane crash, was assassinated by Russia. Turkish politicians claim the perpetrators of the recent bungled coup were acting on orders issued by the CIA. The successful campaign for Britain to leave the European Union warned of the hordes of immigrants that would result from Turkey’s imminent accession to the union.


Like a curl in a spire


Too many flukes recalled his   learning  probablitity theory.
Many hands make nights worth it.
You are never too  bold for  the above.


When spurious frogs  have spawned  our beauteous lands
When songs of platitudes all  blend and keen
When earth’s tectonic plates  glide by in bands
Then my feat I shall to  your ex  scream


Like a shard  in a tyre
Like a word of desire
I have tried all  the ways to write   free.
Like a curl in a spire
Like a drunk dog inspired
I had died long before I was me
Like a wish to conspire
Like an ash in the fire
I have cried all  the way  to meet me.
Like a word in a suit
Like a bash in the boot
I drove all the way here  just to flee2012-01-22

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