All I really want is to converse,
With those who share a simple human soul
Ancients past who left to us their verse.
Mystics who have sought to make us whole.

Far beyond the house extensions reaching,
Two lined lovers gently holding  hands.
Beyond the limits of all human teaching
Beyond the reach of marching army bands.

A look, a glance, a word may touch us truly.
And we return the friendship with our eyes.
Anger should not bother us unduly
To retaliate is often to revive.

So in iambic  rhymes discover,
Conversation makes all humans lovers

From the BBC photos of current winter weather

Although the errors in the last post were made by the computer not me ,some were strangely apt.

The bit about “the children all paid respect to the dead and slept together until puberty “reminded me that after my dad died my sister and I slept in the bed where he died.I find it sad now but we didn’t talk about it.We were 8 and 6 then.
We got single beds after I began to menstruate.

It’s the free association of the software!

My microphone annoyed the one I love
So I  had  never used it  till he left
And now he is in heaven so high above
My voice will not annoy nor be a pest

In fact my lover died 2 years ago
 know I’ve been adapting to my fate
But even in the depths of Winter snow
I know what  many other losers know

That the one you love has gone and can’t return
That all your secret words  are now unshared
And though your heart with agony shall burn
You will not  let the neighbours hear one word

The memories, the cowslips by the stream,
The beach at Southwold, and the harbour call
Beyond the  happiness of love and  all her schemes
You live  alone behind a ten foot wall

That love is good,  few people will dispute
Let  love  be judged by nothing but its fruits

No-one should die on a trolley in a hospital corridor. We demand more funding to make our NHS safe for everyone who needs it.
38 degrees  appeal.

On his trolley happy and at peace
He  smiled then died within my glanceI
sang to let him know that I was near
In the hope my love would ease his fear.

Is it all right to die on a  trolley in the car park? Or in the bathroom?
It’s not the trolley,it’s the location.
When my husband was dying I was quite unaware of where we were which was fortunate because I did not realise my singing was entertaining or pacifying the entire A and E  department.I should have asked for money!
I sang psalms which usually I’d not recall the words of.Then I sang songs my dad sang to me….lullabies.Paul Robeson.Logically I had no idea he was dying but my actions and behaviour showed part of me knew.I find that odd.
I do feel very sorry that some folk die in a  corridor.They’ll probably begin calling the corridors wards soon.Then nobody can complain.

Now that Trump has been elected leader of the nominally free world, democracy has jumped the shark. But absurdity is nothing new to Guantánamo – a place where peaceful hunger strikes (the last remaining form of protest for detainees) are renamed “non-religious fasts” and suicide is described as SIB – self-injurious behaviour, or “an act of asymmetrical warfare”. It’s a place where even books make the authorities uneasy – Crime and Punishment and Uncle Tom’s Cabin have been banned, along with Jack and the Beanstalk. Thankfully, Reprieve director Clive Stafford Smith is still allowed in – but his books are not (which he tells me is one of the few kindnesses the guards have shown to the prisoners).

Oh,Yale lock on my front door
Your ingenuity I adore.
You keep the thief from coming in
To steal the garbage from my bin.
To steal my husband’s radios
And other bits , I can’t say more.
I know we can have bolts as well.
Which came first, I dare not tell.
We had a Chubb ,I can now tell.
And a giant front doorbell.
It plays a dozen  different tunes
To frighten off that crescent moon.
So in my handbag I have keys
Asthma sprays for when I wheeze
GNT for heart attacks
And hankies in those dainty packs
Then , of course, I have my purse
Mobile phones which often curse.
I have lipstick, suncream,balm
A comb and toothpick  to add charm
So when I lock the big front door
I knee down to Yale.my door

http://www.literary-articles.com/2010/02/wordsworths-views-on-poetic-truth.html

Wordsworth’s Views on Poetic Truth

truthn

truːθ/

noun

noun: truth

1. the quality or state of being true.

   “he had to accept the truth of her accusation”

   synonyms:

   veracity, truthfulness, verity, sincerity, candour, honesty, genuineness; More

   antonyms:

   dishonesty, falsity

   • that which is true or in accordance with fact or reality.

     noun: the truth

     “tell me the truth”

     synonyms:

     the fact of the matter, what actually/really happened, the case, so; More

     antonyms:

     lies, fiction

   • a fact or belief that is accepted as true.

     plural noun: truths

     “the emergence of scientific truths”

     synonyms:

     fact, verity, certainty, certitude; More

     antonyms:

     lie, falsehood, old wives’ tale

Origin

Old English trīewth, trēowth ‘faithfulness, constancy’ (see true, -th²).

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https://www.reference.com/art-literature/poetry-important-d5cd854f0e4bec39#

“Finally, because the expressive boundaries of poetry are virtually unlimited, it is an excellent tool for encouraging students’ creativity and for exposing the aesthetically elastic boundaries of language.”

Oh tin bath dear I hold you very  dear
As by a hot coal fire, I wash my ear
Where Mum has got the water, I don’t know
As in the suds I sing  , I love you so.

For in the bath, our forebears also sang
As in the woods they lived with no broadband.
And after many years they  understood
They could talk   outside the bath of dirty mud.

It did not seem like dirt to  people then
As they were often travellers   with the pen
Cleanliness it relative, you see.
Some of us were brought up with grey knees.

But relaxation opens up our chords
And in the woods they bathed and sang like birds
Is it better shopping  the King’s Road
Or daubing all your family in blue woad?

As singing spreads the words each separate.
So every whispering can circulate.
After that,it’s voices in the head
And to asylums, we are swiftly  led

So if we  had stayed uncivilised ,unclean
Would our mental health have better been?
For if we do not speak in words and songs
The hidden voices would not make us wrong.

After all, who ever did decide
We are not allowed to hear from our inside?
Only words from  other  folk are sound
While voices in the head are cruelly blamed.

Far better to make friends with  voices all,
Than struggle through that boring shopping mall.
And don’t use power to label me as mad,
If looking at our world makes me feel sad.

Oh book on Wittgenstein, I love you so
As for the  hundredth time I go
Through  his strange life
And sacrifice
Of mental comfort and the power to know.

You were good value for money , I see.
For through two   near deaths you ‘ve helped me
My sister  took twice;
My husband seems thrice;
So per word it is  very near free.

Wittgenstein, the duty of genius by Ray Monk

In mathematics,  so they say it is often necessary
to use letters to represent quantities
of what
it could be in the beginning
if you took a Marxist  point of view
the  main use would be buying and selling

Or before that, painting goat boots
why should we bother with history
especially when I am making it up
I told my imagination full stop
later the Arabs
in their magnificent Empire had many great books
and it was after the tact of Constantinople  in 12215
that
The boats were rating from the library
by the Western Conquerors
and it was here that they discovered
what we know call algebra
that is using letters to represent unknown
quantities which one was trying to calculate
the Greeks, of course, had already made the greatest Discovery
which is the notion of Proof
although intriguingly they were giving
proofs of relationships which were already known
by for example the Egyptians but the Egyptians
Newnham bio experience of buildings
and it may help children learning mathematics
to know that it took human beings a very long time
to invent or discover it for example the  sign 4 0
was a much  harder development than the signs for 1 2 3 4 etc
because having a sign or symbol for nothing
is actually quite a sophisticated idea
I believe it was invented by Indian mathematicians
homes Sheringham
That we or not the most advanced sculpture in the world
all we have to wait for is the new Dark Ages
which will be arriving quite soon
Adidas did buy
Mr Donald Trump
did the Romans for c the Dark Ages
a poor vehicle that their Empire will continue forever
as they stood disconsolately on Hadrian’s Wall
using into the terrible land all the Scots have
10 Romans  have never tried then or now to
Walkabout
no everybody thinks that expansion will go on forever
Andover like the child maniac
her birthday balloon and weeping with fear
when it bursts as it must
and everything inevitably will do the phone
it seems perfectly logical to me
but economist do not say that end of sentence
airline economist don’t say that because they do not want 2 tell that
Poor children or grandchildren  will have less then we have

The owl can see with wide and narrow view
Focuses  both poets and artists know.
The broad sweep on the canvas makes a place
Where details and designs can have their space.

What God endowed the owl with such excess;
When all her progeny enjoy such   bliss?
 I think,where is the snake with frightening hiss?
What startling accident  created this?

Eagles,hawks and owls must kill to eat.
No blandishments nor kindness make them sweet.
What God could make an Eden this deceit;
Where lambs are snatched up while their mothers bleat

So God himself destroys to fill his leisure;
Such fearsome revelations show his measure

Can I download the internet onto an external hard drive?
I still can’t download a new microphone.
I’d like a free glass table too.Can it come down via a USB  cord?

I used Google docs Type Speech.I said, I haven’t really got angina ,but you’ll never guess what it typed.Well, you will but it’s a lie!
And when I said, I’m  almost a virgin,  the doctor said, how long will it take to really be one? Yet he’s  a doctor.What does that tell you?
So , maybe voice recognition is not always best,depending on who reads what you say.If you see what I speak.
I feel I am losing my mind with software.Still, it stops the arteries burning  down
I blame Google translate.

When I was a first-year student I had a very nice friend who had been to a very good school.We used to study together and at the end of the year, just before the exams she asked me a question.
It involved the Greek letter alpha  and the sign for infinity which looks like the number 8 lying on its side,
Alpha is open at one side, the sign for infinity is not.
I realised that all through the year she had thought they were the same.Much of what we did used these signs.So how had she  sat through lectures and seminars without understanding,
I feel a lot of children at school must be in a similar situation.It must be hard for them

How like a cell is my small cubicle
Here I dwell avoiding human kind.
For kind in  that phrase is not apt
When many humans lack mere tact.

When suffering deep within my souI,
In the  cubicle, I hide.
Till  love conspires to make me whole
And stands just by me,  side by side

The winter of the soul is hard
Yet spring must come  with the   small birds
Yet will I wither by grief jarred?
I do believe I shall be  cured.

For consolation comes from friends
Whose selfless love will never end.
May I  be such a friend to you,
And give my love to life anew.