He got divorced as he could not bear Lynn

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Image from watercolour by  author

He got divorced as he could not bear Lynn
He could not roam
He was such a rotter,damn
Some flew,Hugh trekked
Could you cope in Argon?
He stole Joanna’s berg.
He leads her by the nose.
He was too loose for her.
I envy Enna.
The hamster,damn..
He kept his head in Bury.
And as glass goes, he went.
He’s done Dee already
Don’t tell Aviv.
How about we go Haifa?
I will not love  a man till I can sail  to Gaza   without asking ,Is Raoul in?
Who is Ray ‘ell?
Don’t Bask all night, we can’t leave Kat alone here.
Oh,my pyre knees.
I can’t bear new yolk eggs.
Why not dun caster?
It’s Hull here.

Not tonight

Photo0390.jpgNot tonight,I’ve lost my wisdom tooth
That’s about six you’ve lost since we got engaged.How many jaws have you got?

Not tonight,I feel blue
You look red to me!

Not tonight,I am reading the Bible
Doesn’t it tell you a wife must obey her husband?
Is that rape if you order me about?
It depends on whether you like it
I do like it sometimes
But when?
That’s what I am wondering.

Not tonight,I am writing a poem
A  limerick?
A postmodern mimic’s life
If you’d told me your IQ was 189 I’d never have married you.
But  it’s not 189
That’s what they all say.

Not tonight I am sleeping with the cat
Can I not join in?

Not tonight I have toothache
Where?
My glands swelled so I can’t tell
Surely you can open your mouth?
I’m too fastidious.
Well,can you eat?
I’d love a  piece  of cake.
Can I bribe you?
I doubt it.I am too scrupulous.
I’ll give you a new car
I can’t drive
Why not?
I  like the man to drive.
I see.But  if you won’t open the door he can’t get in
Why, is it  locked?
Probably but I might get lucky
You’re worse than Leonard Cohen.
I didn’t know you slept with him.
Well. it looked like him.
It?
Maybe a daydream.
I could have danced all night but I was marking the algebraic topology exam

Not tonight,dearest,I have to gargle with salt water

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https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/poems-passion-and-sex

 

“The phrase “carpe diem,” from a quote by Horace, means “seize the day,” and is often used to describe persuasive poetry designed to convince the object of the poet’s desire to make love—for time is short, as the argument goes, and anything might happen. Other arguments range from the existential to the absurd, and poets make their points persistently in an astounding variety of ways, using every metrical and technical device to show off their wit and prowess. Perhaps the most famous example is Robert Herrick’s poem, “To the Virgins, Make Much of Time” where he begins, “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.” Another famous example is Andrew Marvell’s argument in “To His Coy Mistress,”

Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am’rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp’d power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

The form has inspired both imitations and satires. In reply to Christopher Marlowe’s shepherd, who begged his nymph to “Come live with me and be my love,” Sir Walter Raleigh let his nymph knowingly reply:

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

The companion piece to the carpe diem poem might well be the aubade, a form in which the poet begs his lover to stay in bed and mourns the rising of the sun because it means that they must part. John Donne’s poem, “The Sun Rising,” is one of the earliest examples:

Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?”

True stories

DSC00069 (1) 2.jpgWhen I was  28 my husband bought me a tin of lavender wax polish for my birthday.
After 45 years of  marriage I found he liked me mainly because of my beauty ‘[?]
When I was recovering from a serious operation ,he said,You are not very house proud, are you?
When he was  near death he slept a lot  in an armchair by my side.One afternoon he woke up and said in a very loud voice:
You’ve got a brilliant personality.
Then he went to sleep again.
When we were first married we were out in the country.We were in a lane with steep grassy banks so we lay down at the top and rolled down!
He rarely noticed if I went to the hairdresser until I had it cut very very short.He was annoyed because when it was long he liked to brush it in the evening.He could have tickled me with a feather duster instead but he refused.I didn’t have a feather duster but I am sure I could have bought one.
He used to bring me a cup of tea  in bed until he could hardly walk.
After I  had an eye operation I had no  glasses for 6 months and for 3 months I had gas in my right eye so it was blind.We were  in the car, approaching a junction and he said,Which way do I turn? I said,talk about the blind leading the blind
Just after that a friend rang up and said she was very upset she had to wear glasses.How horrible it was.I couldn’t  see. even with  glasses.It made me learn how self centred we are much of the time.
My husband was very humorous.He could imitate politicians so maybe it’s  a good thing he has gone.He would not have believed the last 3 years in the world.
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The end of the lamp

Photo0359The lamp is still in pieces as I stare
The shade leans  like a cripple, like myself
It shows the place that we should never bare

I may be wrong to let my mind be lured
In thinking to restore this ancient wealth
The lamp is still in pieces as I stare

This lamp is not a lamp as it can’t share
The light it should throw on our human stealth
It shows the loss that I don’t want to  bear

Is love  for ever,  does it need our care?
Or should we rid ourself of what it tells?
The lamp is still in pieces as I stare

I harmed myself by cutting off my hair
What I have to  offer would not sell
I feel the loss that I don’t want to  bear

A female Oedipus, a myth  unfolds
The truth can blind as well as any nail
The lamp is still in pieces as I stare
It shows a place that  is no longer there