Your poetry is a lie

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Dear Madam

Your poetry is disgusting in parts and feeble in others.I  have read a load of rubbish in my time but yours takes the biscuit and the cake too.To coin  a phrase at this moment in time
I regret I have wasted five years trying to understand it and you,  for when I read a book about post modernism  I realised understanding is very bad and there is no absolute reality at all,So you don’t exist and neither do I.
So you need write no more.
And as stamps are so expensive I can’t afford to post it except here on your blog.I must be you and you am I.
Otherwise I could not do this at all.But logic is not so useful now.Telling lies is the latest fashion,Well, when was it not?
Yours sincerely

The lady in the shed with the candle.

PS Why don’t we have electricity in this shed? I can hardly see with the honeysuckle all over it,I need to see the Light

A triolet

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/triolet-poetic-form

The sky was tinged with children’s ecstasy
The  well iced cake with candles lit and paid
Unknown, the mother’s kind perplexity
The sky was flushed with children’s ecstasy
But she prefers the blue ,the rhapsody
The poem of love, the verses strictly made
The sky was blessed with children’s ecstasy
The  well iced cake,balloons ,lost serenades

In the rain

In dark rain, our boundaries ached and blurred
The colour from our coats wept into air
As solid being was  most times deferred

The scraps of wool made street grids get all furred
The colour of the water was unfair
In dark rain,our boundaries ached and blurred

Some wear  nylon coats as they prefer
Non-leakage despite nylon  fabric tears.
Solid being;indefinable, deferred

Our coats and then our skin shed  leaving core
In heavy rain  our organs displayed bare
In the rain,our boundaries shook and blurred

If we had a choice, we said no prayers
We did not speak and no-one seemed to care
The right to be, definable, deferred

What is human when we  choose to wear
The watercoloured raindrops in our hair?
In dark rain, our boundaries softened, blurred
Solidity  and being thus deferred

With strange dejection, people stare dismayed

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What strange selection have those parties made
That Trump and Clinton are the chosen two.
In disbelief ,we stumble, thinking frayed.
Such strange selection have the people made
Their Presidential choice ,discussed, displayed
The Reign of Night,Oh Hell, what can we do?
With strange dejection, people stare dismayed
For neither Trump nor Clinton was the clue.

If you don’t love me,it don’t make me blue

I don’t want to change myself for you
Who are you to judge me heart and soul?
If you don’t like me,it don’t make me blue

You can’t  take me over like you’re flu.
Who are you to think we make a whole?
I  refuse to change myself for you

You’re more  trying than a crossword clue
Your nature is like ice with a bad cold
If you don’t like me,it don’t make me blue

Don’t stick your hand to mine like superglue.
You’re lacking when  you think you’re being bold
I will never change myself for you

The cat is dumb,the parrot’s  stole its mioaw
My heart fees good,my spirits glow like gold,
If you don’t like me, it don’t make me blue

My heart is free,the blockages dissolved
My life  and mind have suddenly evolved.
I would never change myself for you,
If you don’t love me,it don’t make me blue

Six ways to keep warm in bed

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1.Wear fleece nighties or pyjamas.As it is a kind of polythene  or plastic  I find they dry quickly when I give them their annual wash
2.Get an electric blanket or an electric lover.
3 Put freezer bags on your feet in case you go to the bathroom.You must not leave footprints or they will know it was you in there 5 times in the night
4.Wear a hat. I’ve just bought a reflective one.I think a lot in bed,you see.
5.Put your coat  on the bed or on you.
6.Have a hot wink before bed
7.Count backwards in sevens from a thousand.A thousand what?I don’t know!

 

I sniff   in wonder for it smells so gross

How like a prison is my cubicle
The only company the  god-dammed ants
No human voice,mere sounds funereal
No-one to admire these woollen pants.

My brassiere has not been washed for  fifty years
I fear  a wash might spoil its perfect shape
Yet no doubt it’s been rinsed by floods of tears
When in  my lonesome misery I moped

My sweater’s  recommended for the cold
I sniff   in wonder for it smells so gross
Yet I  bought it chiefly for its mold
The mossy colour matches other clothes.

If you can afford it, get some soap,
As then your lover might enjoy a grope.

Fashion News for Autumn: wear a jumper

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If you feel cold, the Independent suggests you wear a jumper.Or, why not put  cardigan over your shirt? This is just so useful I am struck dumb.~

More advice:
1.In winter wear a woollen vest and socks.
2 Why not wear your winter coat inside your home to be really original?
3.Sit in the public library all day for free heat and newspaper and  use their loo to save   your water and  toilet paper.Yes,it is wrong to steal their soap.
4 Go to bed in two pairs of pyjamas and a dressing gown.Then you can look original and stay warm.

Why Jesus walked on water

Nuneham_20151025-4 “What do you get if you leave two Jews alone in a room?  Three opinions.”
Why are Jews so intelligent? Because they have Jewish mothers
Why  do Jews  like arguing? What’s wrong with arguing?
Why did Jesus walk on water ?To keep his feet clean
To go by a  more direct route
He forgot  he was meant to be on Earth
For fun
To see if he could.
He  didn’t like running on it.
To see if it was hot or cold
He got  sea sick in boats.
He wanted to make us laugh
He couldn’t swim
He  was just showing off.

“How many times have I wondered if it is really possible to forge links with a mass of people when one has never had strong feelings for anyone – Antonio Gramsci

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“How many times have I wondered if it is really possible to forge links with a mass of people when one has never had strong feelings for anyone, not even one’s own parents: if it is possible to have a collectivity when one has not been deeply loved oneself by individual human creatures. Hasn’t this had some effect on my life as a militant–has it not tended to make me sterile and reduce my quality as a revolutionary by making everything a matter of pure intellect, of pure mathematical calculation?”
― Antonio Gramsci”

Antonio Gramsci

Devon Veracity 3 extract
The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear.

  • Quaderni del carcere, « Ondata di materialismo» e « crisi di autorità », volume I, quaderno 3, p. 311, written circa 1930
  • English translation Selections from the Prison Notebooks“Wave of Materialism” and “Crisis of Authority” (NY: International Publishers), (1971), pp. 275-276.
  • Prison Notebooks Volume II, Notebook 3, 1930