Love of Alfred

Oh, Alfred, my beloved, do not go
Do  not leave, but warmth to me bestow,
Lie beside me in my bed all night
Succour me when stormy dreams affright.

Oh , Alfred, 'tis your eyes  that turn me on
The green and golden light is never gone.
Affection constant,  touch and feeling shared.
I am not embarrassed when you stare.

For you , the  gallant male, have ever  seen
My naked form well lit by  Jove’s sunbeams
And if I wear a gown of winceyette
You love it ,as it’s made for paws of cat.

Alfred,we can’t marry   yet I fear.
Cats can’t read the Book of Common Prayer

From the Economist

Europe and America: Vis-à-visas
Yesterday the European Parliament voted to suspend visa-free travel temporarily for Americans visiting the EU. The reason is that America still requires certain Europeans to obtain a visa before travelling there, which violates the EU’s requirement that all its citizens be treated equally. The vote is not binding-the European Commission must decide whether to implement it. But it marks a growing chasm between once-close allies

My jokes

You know all those Coffee Shops staffed  by foreigners?
Yeah.
The Government is  going to build 7 meter high walls around them.
So America is going metric at last!

Why are we afraid of Arabs?
Because they invented Al-Gebra

Why are we afraid of God?
He gets our goat.

Why was Mary a virgin?
Tampax were not invented then

Why did God use Prophets?
I’m lost.

Why do they sell rock  at the seaside?
They can’t sell the sea.

Why is  the UK not a republic?
It’s private.

Extract from Burnt Norton T S Eliot

                      Small flowers

 

http://www.davidgorman.com/4Quartets/1-norton.htm

Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.
Sudden in a shaft of sunlight
Even while the dust moves
There rises the hidden laughter
Of children in the foliage
Quick now, here, now, always—
Ridiculous the waste sad time
Stretching before and after.

When you’re feeling down at heel

When you’re feeling down at heel
When your soul feels like a sewer
When your thoughts make your head reel
When  new thoughts are getting rare.

Recall that judgment lies with God
Rumination solves no vice
Make friends with the dark and  fog
Do not ask a fool’s advice.

Then look up and see the sky
Breathe again and take in air
See the geese as home they fly
Hide with foxes in their lair

Nature heals  yet also kills
Mysterious God,mysterious will.

 

Writing for healing

 

 

redsquirrelformby2016-2http://phyllisklein.com/writing-for-healing/the-therapeutic-benefit-of-poetry/

“Rather than diminish the excellence of the poet’s art, the poetry therapist enhances it. Poet Gregory Orr, in his book Poetry and Survival says “…the elaborative and intense patterns of poetry can…make people feel safe…the enormous disordering power of trauma needs or demands an equally powerful ordering to contain it, and poetry offers such order” (Orr, 92). Poetry structures chaos.”

Despite the scent of spring we sense in air

The scent of  growth , of spring, is in the air
It urges us to wait for life is near
Despite the flowerbeds empty  with despair

Yet winter  left the trees and shrubs so bare.
With that emptiness  we have a common fear
The scent of  growth , of spring, is in the air

To emptiness and lowness we bring care.
Despite the vision bringing us to tears
Despite the flowerbeds empty  with despair

We too have seasons  miserable or fair.
In our darkness monsters may appear
Despite the  scent  of spring  we sense in air

Like faces children see when they long stare.
From the patterned wall paper they leer
We need the  faith that growth comes from despair

Now we shed a  handful of salt tears
For memories that slide down all our years
The scent of  growth , of spring, is in the air
To tempt the flowerbeds empty  with despair.

Are there rules in writing free verse?

 

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http://writersrelief.com/blog/2009/06/free-verse-the-hidden-rules-of-free-verse-poetry/

 

Free verse is a challenging form that utilizes the natural cadences of common speech to create rhythm in lieu of the strict usage of meter found in classic forms. Free verse is the breaking of some old rules and the utilization of new tools, not the elimination of any and all rules.