http://www.patheos.com/blogs/paperbacktheology/2016/11/who-would-jesus-deport-for-the-christian-immigration-isnt-about-politics-or-economics.html?utm_source=Newsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=NL%20Best%20of%20Patheos&utm_content=390

I had nothing to wear so I wore my self out.Inside out
Always be polite as rudeness  often causes feudnesses.
Never allow anger to  make your offensiveness obvious
We’re all OK and so aren’t  they.
No black moods here.They will be persecuted
I can’t walk on water yet.
Cancer makes you patient.One second at a time.

https://www.ft.com/content/204efd0e-ace1-11e6-ba7d-76378e4fef24

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The central question in David Grossman’s new novel could hardly be more topical: how much reality can we bear to face, and what do we do when facing it becomes unbearable? It is a question the award-winning Israeli novelist has been asking in diverse ways for more than 30 years in consistently fine, penetrating works. These include books for both children and adults and encompass an impressive range of forms, from non-fiction to short stories to full-length novels to, most recently, his 2011 genre-defying meditation on grief Falling Out of Time.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/43775

https://www.pw.org/content/peter_orner_0

“I’ve always had a difficult time talking about writing. I’ve never really been able to say the phrase ‘my writing’ without feeling not only self-conscious but also a little bit ridiculous. A lot ridiculous. Even though I do, technically, teach creative writing (and I enjoy it because for me teaching creative writing is teaching literature, and I can never get enough literature) I’ve always had very little advice to give when it comes to how to actually sit down and do this. I mean if people truly want to sit and write something they will sit down and write something and nothing I say, or anyone else says, could ever make much of a difference. I have no tricks to trick anybody—including myself, God knows especially myself—into a chair and concentrate. And yet, and yet, don’t all roads lead to Chekhov? This morning I read a brief story called, ‘In Exile.’ It starts like this: ‘Old Semyon, nicknamed the Explainer, and a young Tartar whose name no one knew, sat on the bank near a bonfire…’ Goddamn, to start a story like this. One guy has two names, the other has none. And I didn’t feel inspired necessarily, but I did feel alive. Alive as if I was out there on the cold riverbank with those two. And I did get back to work, or at least tried to. Needless to say, the Explainer in the story isn’t the one who understands very much.”
—Peter Orner, author of Am I Alone Here? Notes on Living to Read and Reading to Live(Catapult, 2016)

If the events of September 11th have proven anything, it’s that the terrorists can attack us, but they can’t take away what makes us American – our freedom, our liberty, our civil rights. No, only Attorney General John Ashcroft can do that. (Jon Stewart)

I had a good doctor called Kumar
Who possessed  such a  fine sense of humour
His patients   were healed
Their sores disappeared
So I heard, do you thin it’s a rumour?

I prefer Indian doctors myself.
Is it racist to choose who will help?
Will the white doctors grumble
As their incomes tumble?
Well,what it comes down to is health

A

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/laying-blame-legacy-sylvia-plath

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poetry-101-resources-beginners

I wish I were an apple
and you were eating me
I’d like to make you happy
As you sat by this tree.
I wish I were a blackbird
So I could sing for you.
I’d like to make you cheerful
And stop you feeling blue.
I wish I were the sun
So I cold warm your frozen heart.
And then your heart would melt for me
And you would be less tart.
I wish I were the moon
so I could protect you all night long.
But being only me may I
Present you with this song?

Symbolism

Example #2

William Blake goes symbolic in his poem Ah Sunflower. He says:

“Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveler’s journey is done;”

Blake uses a sunflower as a symbol for human beings and “the sun” symbolizes life. Therefore, these lines symbolically refer to their life cycle and their yearning for a never-ending life.

Example #3

I had to go to the hospital today.In fact, I have been unable to make my last three appointments.Alas, the lifts were broken.The  arthritis has flared up , this week the stairs were a long way from the desk and were very  hard as it is an old building with high ceilings
I got   to  the desk,able only to whisper my name.
We were put into a Recovery Room and given  water and, after the consultation. we were given coffee and biscuits while we lounged again in the recovery room.Who it is for I don’t know.
The most humorous moment was after I got undressed,the gynaecologist was about to examine me when an alarm went off.Fortunately, I did not have to run  out waving my underwear.I was frightened
It was a false alarm not a fire drill.If there was  fire I might have stayed as the nurses were all quite small so could not have dragged me out.I felt knackered when I got home.
The staff were all women and a kinder more thoughtful group would be hard to find
Thankful to have made it , I can now take a rest.And  I can call a specialist nurse anytime.This is how the NHS  us when  things go well

http://www.inquiriesjournal.com/articles/82/understanding-human-language-an-in-depth-exploration-of-the-human-facility-for-language

“The motivation for the early form of communication probably had much to do with socialization and sexual selection, where “verbal grooming” and even gossip grew to be important. At the same time that Neanderthals were dominant in Europe (around 100,000 to 35,000 BC), a more lightly built Homo sapiens was evolving in Africa and the Middle East.”

“It is this text’s declaration that language stands alone as the greatest accomplishment of man [sic] and it is language, sequentially, that fostered a myriad of cultural products.”

I get out my sewing gear
In the quiet times of life,
When I need to mend the tears,
Torn by stress and strife.

I hold my soul so carefully
And gaze at every part.
I hope that light will come to me
As I wonder how to start,

.I take my needle out
With love thread through its heart,
I scrutinize each inch.
And then I start to stitch.

In the quietness of the night
You heal me all the time
You talk to me in dreams
And I write them down in rhymes.

Another day will come
And more fractures form.
That’s all part of life
Strife ,and mend, and strife.

Keep that cocoon whole,
Till the soul’s completely there.
Then through its love-sewn folds
A butterfly will flare.

How beautiful it was when the sun shone
And I walked with you,my dear husband, through the gardens.
How happy I was to sit with you by the lake
and to hear the water from the fountain splash.
It's our our favourite music now we cannot visit the sea
To hear the tide rush in,then fall sucking on the shingley beach.
But I see it in my minds eye.
Aldeburgh,the fishing boats go out at sunrise.
I awoke early and saw the sun across the sea
and the boats setting out in the soft light.
Dunwich,the heath filled with birds
the cliff and the beach where sometimes one can find marble
from one of the many churches washed away by the encroaching sea.
And Southwold,the marsh so quiet I heard crickets.
We went across the Blyth in the rowing boat
And saw the place from which our picture of Walberswick was painted...
If only life could be captured,slowed, for a few minutes
for us to receive the beauty and hear the sound of the sea
The everlasting music of the heart

http://www.talentedladiesclub.com/all-help/10-giveaway-signs-toxic-person-handle/

http://poetry.yoexpert.com/reading-studying-poems/what-is-a-quick-guide-to-knowing-how-to-understand-37321.html

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1. Read aloud

Poetry comes from an oral tradition. The earliest poems we have were not originally written down, but recited as a form of storytelling, and many poems follow that tradition in spirit. So when you read poetry, you should vocalize the words on the page. Doing so will help you get a feel for the sound of the poem, and at the very least appreciate the beauty of the language. Reading aloud also cues you in to a poem’s rhyme scheme and rhythm, and helps you identify other sonic devices, which include word repetition and alliteration (the repetition of initial consonant sounds).

2. “Prosify”

Every  shroud leaves widows pining.
The unendowed grieve after straining
The unbowed heads seem undermining

Don’t  paint your  flashing
Don’t flaunt your blessings
Won’t  haunt the gassing.

Lift up your parts and twang
Draught up the heart makes bangs
Waft up the Dart on wings

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/08/15/famous-introverts_n_3733400.html

Now everyone has reason to be glum
Sunny days   yet evenings  dark as mires
Uncork the wine and let’s  thwack our own bums

We like drinking when we’re  feeling glum
Spare not  the  whiskey ,hail oh Lanarkshire!
Western folk  write cheques in winter sun

When I get undressed, my lover’s stunned.
My  generous body to eros aspires
Uncork the wine and squeeze  me juicy plum

I have no kernel ,nut, nor night attire
I  studied numbers infinite in desire.
Western Cork  can prove  dough in mid-June
Uncork the wine and let it make us dumb.