Golden sun has reason to defy!

The sun came out as yellow in the sky
Golden like a giant lemon pie
I feel so happy, I will not ask  why

Do we need a season’s alibi
Glinting sun will calculate no pi
The sun came out as yellow in the sky

The acers burn and  they are never dyed
Golden sun has made me see allies
I feel so happy, I don’t know quite why

Logic and its rules do not apply.
Golden sun has reason to defy!
The sun came out as yellow in the sky

If we live, it follows we will die
There was never pi in any sky
I feel so happy, I don’t wonder why

Sometimes the whole world seems set awry
Especially if you are a trapped house fly
The sun came out as yellow in the sky
I feel so happy, I’m a living guy.

Descry

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Definition

1 : to catch sight of

2 : find outdiscover

Examples

In their research, the psychologists descried an association between violent crime and hot weather.

“Recent construction work on the Borough side had uncovered a cache of human bones. Builders soon reported strange noises and moving objects, and some refused to work. A visiting medium claimed to descry hundreds of tortured souls, including the shade of Guy Fawkes.” — Matt Brown, Time Out, 20 Feb. 2008



Did You Know?

With descry and the more common decry (“to express strong disapproval of”), we have a case of linguistic double-dipping. That is, English borrowed from the same French root twice. Both words ultimately come from the Old French verb decrier, meaning “to proclaim” or “to decry.” English speakers borrowed the term as descryin the 14th century and used it to mean “to proclaim” or “to spy out from a distance” (as a watchman might), and eventually simply “to catch sight of” or “discover.” Meanwhile, in French, decrier itself developed into the modern French décrier (“to disparage, to decry”). English speakers borrowed this word as decry in the 17th century. Be careful not to confuse descry and decry. They may be close relatives, but in modern English they have distinct meanings.

A mournful saxophone and heap of stones

Oh Swedish dramas fill the screens again
Furniture of birch  where murder hides
The end of summer and the evening sun

Men and women blond and equal stand
No gap at all and yet it is too wide
Those Swedish dramas fill the screens again

A mournful saxophone and heap of stones
When shall we see once more the bartered bride?
The end of summer and the evening sun.

As from the tomb, the murder victim rose………
Jesus Christ! His hands were open wide
Those myths and dreams will fill the screens  of man

Soon the epic Europe scheme disclosed
As the visions and the words elide
The end of summer and the evening’s done

Why was love not love but hate disguised?
Infernos red now burn the Nazis’ eyes
Yes, Europe’s dramas fill the screens again
The end  is nearer  than the evening sun

In Western nations civilised, insane

From the vulnerable God. this Jesus came
To know and love his creatures here on earth
He has no power; he shares our human pain

The tortured, weak and lost are his, he claims.
For he has suffered, died  without much worth
From the vulnerable God. a Christ has come

In silence and despair and shattered dreams
The souls of those who torture  negates birth
Not all powerful,  yet god shares our pain

While in the nations civilised, insane
Our  greed, our lies, our cruelty are a curse
Through a wounded God. a good man  came

In certain states of mind, prayer has no aim
Deep within the dark, hope comes to birth
God is with us, voiceless  burning, maimed

Cain and Abel, brothers  linked  by death
Today, that murder rises, is surpassed
From the broken god., this Jesus came
Human, suffering,  he too feels this pain.

Arched like a fallen moon

 

old man,bending over,
arched like a fallen moon
in a dark lilac November sky.
joy and pain wrestle my heart across the emptiness
and toss it up like a damp rocket
to fall in a hidden corner where mice live.
would that not be a good ending, to be dust
to these little creatures nesting
in my chewed green twine and my tartan basket?
They have eyes and shiver in my hand when I rescue them
from the cat…
as any heart might.
now night falls on the newspaper basket
where the damp Times and the Guardian mix into glue
and tomorrow the sun will rise
and it will just be  garbage
with no poetic undertones nor deathly hushes.
in the heather lit by silver light
you stand on a hilltop like a god
looking over his domain.
strong and now weak
it’s the human condition
everlasting life is too dangerous for  mankind.
silent, motionless, home of beetles
bit by bit we fall away
into the mother soil
with cracked jugs and dropped coins
for a future academic to dig into.
a transparent hand touches me.
who are you?

Lucian Freud .. a tribute

Life and death opposed,
Drawn to and by this prolific genius.
Pictures fell from his eyes,
Like tears.
Children given life.
Creating as he could,
An England richer by his gifts.
Where else might he have given so much?
The work became the man.
Portraits rising from the canvas
To meet in a new space
That he discovered.
And after loss, the gift.

Don’t start thinking

The cat is watching you

When Mary was coming downstairs  she realised she had lost weight.Her skirt was slipping down
.Oh,dear, she said to Emile, I hope it  is not unwearable.
Don’t worry,said Emile.You can put a  pin into it

She replied tactfully,yes I will when I get to the bottom of the stairs but before Mary. got to the bottom her skirt fallen off completely and she was only wearing a brown silk petticoats and a pair of teal coloured tights.
You look nice Emile said. Maybe you don’t need to wear a skirt you  can wear  a  petticoat instead,
Thank you very much, said Mary but the weather is very cold and a silk petticoat is not warm enough for going into the town although I suppose I could put a very warm long coat over the top. Suppose I went into a restaurant and felt too hot then I would have to take off my coat and then everybody would see my petticoat.
Life is made up of Conundrums like this and the secret is not to start thinking this way in the first place; once you do this is very hard to stop.
Some of Mary’s friends say to her. Are you sleeping alright or how are you sleeping?
Mary never answers because she knows that if you start thinking about that this a lot it’s not good for you as you can spend all day worrying about whether you are going to be able to sleep that night.
We have no control over our sleep, she pondered, but we can’t afford to ruminate  as it causes mental illness .Rumination cuts people off from the world as they are always looking inside themselves.
Similarly being a perfectionist is very bad for you because again you’re not thinking about the work that you’re producing and  enjoying it you are always wondering is this good enough or shall I start again oh I am so stupid etc
It is possible ,Mary has found,  to control what you allow yourself to think about.You can cut you thought off before it gets going.
Anything that makes you keep thinking about yourself all the time will create a wall around you.Other people can detect this wall; it makes them avoid you.
In general, we should have a few  walls as possible both internal and external
Just then the doorbell rang. it was  Annie the ex-mistress of Mary ‘s husband Stan.
Hello she cried, how do you like my new coat
Don’t tell me you’ve got another one, Mary  sighed
I didn’t buy it Annie murmured. That  sweet lady who lives opposite told me that she has put on a lot of weight and she can’t wear this  anymore; she asked me if I would like it
But you have already got about 20  Mary said, but I like this one.It’s a lovely colour; is it what we call teal or is it Kingfisher Blue?
I don’t know but it seems to match my other clothes and you know I do like a change.You prefer just to have one coat and wear it all the time unless you are going out to your special functions, hen you might wear your  best coat, which is the brown one isn’t it which Stan used to like because he said it hung well
Yes, he did like that very much and I was wearing it only yesterday as it is very warm. I would like to have more clothes like you do but I seem to be too busy to go shopping
Annie gazed up with her large round eyes upon which she was wearing turquoise and magenta eyeshadow and bright blue mascara which clashed with her purple lipstick from East Saint Lawless.
That purple lipstick  does not match your coat nor your eyeshadow Mary told her
Well , I think that a perfect costume puts men off.So it’s better to do something wrong and anyway, a lot of men are colour blind so they won’t know that it’s the wrong shade of lipstick. I think that coral would look better and I shall buy some next time I go into the term because teal and coral look very nice together.Purple is good with blues
Actually, Mary said , purple makes you look as if you’ve got heart disease or anaemia.
Thanks a lot, shouted Annie. What kind of friend are you
I am an honest friend ,Mary replied in a warm voice.I think that I don’t often say things which distress you but sometimes knowing that you would like to meet another man I  feel impelled to give you my point of view.
That’s very kind of you said Annie but I think now I am too old to find a man who wants a mistress because a younger man could get a younger mistress and an older man maybe past bothering about mistresses and love and such things.And where can I find one, anyway.
I don’t agree, said Mary I think if you look very nice a man may be very proud to take you out and have you hanging from his arm like a trophy even if he is not able to proceed very far with bodily love. After all, everybody likes someone to talk to and  some companionship; someone to help them out when they are feeling unwell
As long as that is it is mutual I don’t see anything wrong with it.
The two women stared out of the window and saw a wood pigeon on the shed.Maybe it’s better to be a bird, Mary thought aimlessly before she put  on the kettle for a lovely cup of tea and some chocolate fingers
Tea is the best drink in the afternoon.
And so say all of us.