I saw, while half asleep,  her face was gone
She faded like the mist does at the dawn
From the gallery of my loved ones

Ungrounded by the loss, fearful ,forlorn,
Skinless like a worm  placed on a lawn,
I saw, while half asleep,  her face was gone

Do not leave me, do not my love scorn
Lost and gone are all beloved ones
I  am human in both ghost and form

Heart constricted, lungs  pant out my pain
Haunted and bereft of human warmth
I saw, while half asleep,  her face was gone

I shall have no mother but that one
Now I have become a dried out corm
Lost and gone were my loved ones

Like a little leaf from its plant torn
Gnawed by slugs  fragmented  till unborn
I saw, while half asleep,  all trace was gone
Of the gallery of my lost, loved ones

 

The Nuremberg “Laws did not identify a “Jew”
as someone
with particular religious beliefs.
Instead, the first amendment
to the Nuremberg Laws defined anyone
who had three
or four~
Jewish grandparents
as a Jew,
regardless
of whether that individual
recognized himself or herself
as a Jew
or belonged to the Jewish religious community.
Many Germans
who had not practised Judaism
or who had not done so for years
found themselves caught
in the grip of Nazi terror.
Even people
with Jewish grandparents
who had converted
to Christianity
could be defined as Jews.”

*Even God himself was Jewish!* that was before he left

Today I’m quietly sorting out
Or packing neatly into boxes sensible
All the USB cords spread about

Help comes as I swig some old  black stout
Guinness can make  strife invisible
Today I’m softly sorting out.

Revolution in my mind unsought,
Cut down thoughts unprincipled
Toward our USB cords hereabouts

On bad days  I’m overcome by doubt
In suffering anguish,  clearly visible.
Yet today I’m kindly sorting it all out.

I believe they procreate without
The knowledge of their owners  quizzical;
Lord, these USB cords lounge about.

My living room was named “original.”
I’m on TV and going digital
Now I am still sorting/throwing out
The USB cords straggling hereabouts

I used to have one red box which contained all my USB cords and cables.I decided to make life easier by separating the ones with plugs on [chargers] from the ones without.Now I have two boxes which both seem full.I’d better not get 4 boxes to divide these up or by Xmas I might have 256! [2 to the power 8]
That could be catastrophic in my  living room

Horned pasties
Cornish Hasties
Dawlish lobster teas
Cream T shirts
Full English Brexit
Full British Exit.
Devon Breaks Fast
Gender-free public inconvenience offered with meals.
Creamed tea with silver teaspoon
Sliced bread and daughter.
Whips with everything.
Soft corns
Meringues in beef dripping
Bacon filled tarts.
Free waiter with dinner
Chapel cider.
Hopping beer
Scottish caught bread.
Kindle mint rake.
Handel mind flakes
Dashing chips
Kosher food on buttered toast with cream and minced ham.
Cutlery is usually accompanied by food
Would you like to risk it while we have our tea?

 

I have come to the conclusion that when we are in a bad mood,feeling sad  or just tired we give off negative vibrations which repel our possessions especially the ones we like best like a special ring, the pen grandad gave you just before he died etc

And when your mood alters suddenly you begin to find them.In some cases. it almost seems as if you see the object drop out of thin air onto your bed.As if attracted like iron is to a magnet.

And the upside of searching is you find other things you gave up on.

But stop looking frantically and do something to relax.It works for me.