Grate Britain now!
Is this still a United Kingdom after Brex-hit?
She played the liar beautifully
Who is the lead tonight?
Where is the lead for my pencil?
Why do corpses get laid out but women get laid?
New Biting Kingdom
We need Grit,Britain .Hearken to my words
Community is wealth
My husband wants a lead.
He asked for the butter cup but I only had a dish.
I lost the tea plot.

If  you must lie,lie here. Not in church.
I never go to  church.
That’s all I need, another lie.I saw you come out
Does that prove I’d been in?
Well, how could you come out otherwise?
I am Other wise anyway.
Play with a surd and your soul  will be healed.I find that.
Do you mean defined that?
But what is it?
There’s nothing here
This is exactly what Wittgenstein meant
Bewitched by language
Ruined by grammar
Led to believe in a real thing  when all we have is the subject of a verb.
And the object?
It was not deliberate.
I can see that.
What?
Here we go again.
Halt in the gnome of truth
Who he?
She,maybe.
We all agree

 

She played upon her liar all day long.
She played so sweetly,  he soon sang his song
As the demons prodded him with  lizard’s tongues

Come bassoon,deer.I miss you so mutch

Miss Smith,I have missed you again.I have mislaid you so many times I feel very bad.
Well, you did your best,I digress.
It is entirely my flute.Allow me to reimburse your x-amples
Don’t say you miss the string section.You got them all  tied  up in your nots.

There are many lyres in the government today and I am one.
Well, if you can’t play the lyre you are  undereducated
I’ve got 3 lyres in my family and  soon my grandson will join them

I lied all day and got laid all night.Sorry,played all knights.
Then I laid the table and he said, where’s your liar?
I said you’re a lier-in.

What  ales thee?
I went to the pub for a bottle of ail or two
Alements flawed the economy

He lead us into the mine where  led was being dug up
God leads us  out like dogs on leads of gold
Can cat’s where leads? They won’t!
I am ruining ;you’re spelling

My husband has to fight a dual
A carriageway or citizenship?

Gosh, you are so like me, you are my duel.my twin.
Oh, it’s a mirror,imagine that.If Lacan.

Do you enjoy rouse?
No,I am frightened.
A good row clears the air.That’s why we live in Cambridge

I prefer the Ooze
Oh,grate!
It has some seels in it.
I hope they don’t stick to the same root when they go out
Which root do you like? The A14.Then the A10.Then bob’s your uncle.
Is it circumcision?
No, just a man’s indecision.
Don’t call your son Bob! I had my hair bobbed
There’s a booby trap in the all
The great All of Westminster?
King Charles was head of the  year.
When was it exactly?
After he died, I imagine.
Well, he couldn’t live without it
Whatever “it” is

Come here? No,I’d rather go over their.
Their what?
There where the green lites glow again
Giving love to all  the gentlemen.

Doctor,doctor I’ve not been for three years
Come again?

Where is the New River?
On top of the Old River

Where is the rain?
In the water.

Doctor,I see I am done for
I didn’t do it.
No, that is why!

Doctor I have a growth on my arm
Is it your hand?
You need glasses
Well. why not cut it off just to be sure
What, and leave me with just one arm
Well,you’ve only got one eye
Which one ? Can you guess?
They both look singular to me
Now,pull the other one!
Why not admit you are dead?
That is a logical contradiction
Logical, praise indeed.

Doctor, may I go to bed?
With whom?
Why are you asking?
Is it my brother?
No, it’s flu

Your face is map enough for me

Your gaze,your smile,your frown,your glee.

And if I want to know the rest

The shape your posture‘s made is best

For showing what your life is now.

A look,a gesture all this show.

Till who you are is then disclosed

And I am in your arms enrobed.

Love vanishes when analysed,

And thinking too

by Love’s despised.

Choose the means to fit the end

And then I’ll be who you intend

You can’t mention the nigger in the wood pile any more.Mainly because nobody would know what you meant.And if they did it might remind them of Grenfell Tower.I heard people say,well they are not British.Like me.I’m 98.654 Irish and 2 % alcohol.Add that up!

What order does your brother belong to, is it the Jesuits?
Whicj order would you like to have delivered first?
The order of numbers is simple.Begin with one.One what?
In what order shall we sort the orphaned children detained at the border?
Did Trump give the order? Did Hitler order the genocide of the Jews?

I parked my car by the Park Gate.There was no actual car park.
Park yourself by the fire and I’ll give you some tea.

Have you seen my pole?
No, but there’s a Polish shop by the bus stop.They are Poles
I need one for vaulting, like they do in the Olympics
My mother had a pole to hold up the washing line.
How awful to make an immigrant do that
No, it was made of wood!
Still, it could be worse.They could be plucking chickens
I prefer to pluck a guitar.
Where’s my pole gone?

My bed is square
No, it’s a rectangle
I mean it’s out of date.
What do you want?
A bed with drawers
Get an artist in
I sleep by myself but thanks anyway.
Do you sleep with anyone?
Not just anyone!

http://www.studyin-uk.com/blog/2014/02/11/homophones-the-english-words-that-create-confusion/

I taut in a University.
Not English,I presume!!
No I taught and my nerves got taut.My spelling is often Rung.
By whom?
Wrong again!

He has a mote round his house? Surely a mistake.Moat is what you mean
Might be! Must be!

Doctor,I keep seeing moats floating round the room
Well,put up the drawbridge

Doctor, what are motes?
I said,keep notes.

I caught my death of cold whereas my wife was caught with her lover in a bus shelter making love on a plastic seat.
What a feat!
She has two feet.
One more and you can have a yard.
We’d be more stable with three feet
Then Jesus could be born again
Oh,dear.Not on a plastic seat,I hope
I’m beat.

How well taut were you?
I hear what you say.
I say!

I was caught in
a fishing net
Stealing fish?
No,I was sleeping in it till a fish bit me
Why was it in the net?
It had a sign saying:fish welcome here.
Can they read?
I don’t know.I’m illiterate myself.
I am asking about fish.~
Don’t ask me.I’m a man.

My mother caught measles and passed it on to me
Should that be them?
No, they didn’t get it
And neither do you.

He returned to the shore after he caught a spy swimming into Britain
Can’t they even afford boats now?
If you are posh, bought rhymes with coat and haute

Maybe I went the wrong way about being psychoanalysed.I read a book.
I read peoples faces
What a metaphor
What a cymbal!
Signs are symbols to some.
Symbols are nothing to many

https://www.poetrysoup.com/homonym/

” A homonym is group of words that share the same spelling and the same pronunciation but have different meanings.

Not to be confused with Homophones

List of True Homonyms
bank
bark
bat
bow

can
cave
change
clear
cleave
cool
crane”
Examples I have made up:

Now let me make it quite clear,I want you to clear you room before you go out on Saturday.

You can’t get money from a river bank yet she is banking on me to provide her with cash before she flies to Greenland

I craned my neck to see what my husband was doing in the garden with my neighbour.
Meanwhile a crane was lifting up some bricks to help build a tower block in the garden of Buckingham Palace
Do cranes still live in the wild?

You have given me the wrong change, you cheating liar.When will you change your ways?

She was so cool, she wasn’t bothered when her pants fell down in the High Road in Wood Green.She just stepped out and walked on.

He was too cool to be a good lover.We all need warmth but his mother was similar and had managed to conceive.Unless it was God who was his father!

I got some petit pois in a can

Can men put shelves up by genetic inheritance or must they be taught?

https://www.brainpickings.org/2016/05/23/against-self-criticism-adam-phillips-unforbidden-pleasures/

This is interesting if you’d like to know whether body and mind are separate,as it were.

http://specterofreason.blogspot.com/2009/05/descartes-contra-wittgenstein.html

“Descartes’ famous principle, cogito ergo sum (“I think, therefore I am,” also known simply as the cogito), is probably the most widely known philosophical statement, and it is often considered to exemplify the only thing one can know for certain: that one exists.

The cogito might be considered an instance of modus ponens: “If I am thinking, then I exist; I am thinking, therefore I exist.” However, Jaako Hintikka (1962) compellingly argues that Descartes’ cogito ergo sum is not a logical inference at all, but a performative act: that a certain cognitive act instantiates direct knowledge of one’s existence–that the act of thinking makes one’s existence self-evident. On this view, “I think, therefore I am” is not a logical result, but expresses an inevitable consequence of thought itself. And because it is thought which manifests the necessity of the existence of the I, Descartes concludes that the I exists by virtue of thought alone. The I is, by definition, a thinking substance.”

Come live with me and be my sweetheart now
I’ll share my only bed with you and how!
If you let me love you
I’ll darn your old wool gloves 4 you
If you come and meet me brow to brow.

Come live with me ‘n teach me all you know
About poetic licence and Defoe.
I’ll mend your vacuum cleaner,
Learn expressions meaner..
How cheerfully the hours to come will go,

Come live with me and be my lover true
Without one,whatever shall we do?
I’ll mend all England’s railways
Wreck the works on weekdays
Come live with me and I will sweep your flue.

Come live with me in Norway on a fjord
I’ll use my Canon PowerShot if I ‘m bored
I’ll watch the flowers growing
And see the waters flowing
How happy Wittgenstein’d be if he knows

 

Mary was in her front room looking for the Jewish Cookery book by Penguin.She couldn’t see it,so said to herself,Jesus Christ, you’re a bloody idiot,Mary
As she turned to walk away, the book fell onto her head.
Thank you,Lord, she said in a sarcastic tone of voice.There was no response
She went into the bijou kitchen covered in cerulean blue tiles by her late husband Stan, while he was still here in this world.Why not make a cup of tea, she asked herself politely
Just then the back door opened and her neighbour Annie ran in.She was dressed in indigo trousers with a scarlet top and scarf.
Her face glowed with Avenue Oat and Lentil CC moisturiser with sunscreen and she had green mascara on her eyelashes from Rive Sans Torrent de Paris and Bruxelles. which matched her trainers and her eye glasses
May I have tea? she said shyly.I ‘ve just been to my English Grammar lesson
Yes,you will be very welcome,Mary said.But why bother now to learn the difference between MAY I and CAN I?
I feel better if I am more confident,Annie said.And the tutor is very handsome
Is it a man? Mary asked
That seems grammatically erroneous.IT refers to a non-human object
What should I say? Is she a man, is he a man,are they a man,is that a man? Mary wondered.
Well, they could even be something else,Annie told her
Don’t say any more or Jordan Peterson will be here shouting at you
I am puzzled by him,Mary said.He said he was a therapist but his voice is not very mellifluous and you’d have to be careful what you said to him.
Like, you hate housework and prefer to try to solve Fermat’s Last Theorem? Annie whispered nervously
Well,yes, but with a therapist you need to be relaxed and say whatever comes into your head,like Canadians were redeemed by St.Eliezer a Cohen,usually referred to as Leonard but I can’t see JP getting on with him Leonard loved women but he was never actually married legally.JP would hate him.
He looks very cross and annoyed despite a marriage and family.I wonder if he helps his wife to cook the dinner,Annie pondered
Not likely, Mary said as she looked through her Jewish cookery book.
I might make a cheesecake tomorrow, she cried.I need a new recipe as I’ve met a man online and we are taking a picnic to the Park.
Are you sure, he/it/they is/are a man? Annie said politely
How can one be now,said Mary.I suppose he/they want to pass as a man but I hope he is a biological man if we are to marry.
He might be gay,Annie told her
Then why would he ask me out?
Because he is a mathematician and he wants to discuss surreal numbers,Annie giggled
Would you join SoulMates and pay a fee just to talk about those? Mary replied in a puzzled way.
I guess it’s cheaper than taking a train to Oxford and sneaking into the Maths Institute,Annie informed her.
OK,I shall bear that in mind.What shall I wear?
In the park you might sit on the grass so wear some thick trousers and a wool sweater
I won’t look very charming in those,Mary said furtively, afraid Emile her cat might get angry if he knew she was dating a new man.
Can’t I wear a red dress with flowers all over and a yellow hat?
You CAN…. but is it WISE? Yellow attracts insects
Well,Mary said,I don’t mind what they are,I just want SOMEONE or SOMETHING to be attracted to me.
And so say all of us.Except Emile

 

I came on this by chance and it certainly made me think

Does Judaism Believe in Original Sin?

From Moses’ last sermon

…if you will hearken to the voice of the Lord your God, to keep His commandments and His statutes which are written in this Book of the Law; if you turn unto the Lord thy God with all your heart and with all your soul; for this commandment which I command you this day is not too hard for you neither is it too far off. It is not in heaven, that you should say, “Who shall go up for us to heaven, and bring it to us, and make us hear it, that we may do it?” Neither is it beyond the sea that you should say: “Who shall go over the sea for us, and bring it unto us, and make us to hear it that we may do it?” The word is very near to you, in your mouth and in your heart, that you may do it.

(Deuteronomy 30:10-14)

If you do what is right, will you not be accepted? If, though, you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you shall master over it.

(Genesis 4:6-7)
For the architects of Christian theology, including Paul, Augustine, Luther, and Calvin, this declaration of man’s ability to restrain and govern his lust for sin is nothing short of heresy. , and My laws.

(Genesis 26:4-5)
“The Almighty did not give us desires that we cannot govern or commandments that we could not keep. The Torah was not delivered to angels or animals. It was given to the children of Israel long after our first ancestors transgressed in the Garden of Eden.”

Dr Jim Jones, a psychotherapist in the USA was looking at a blog about Sin and Crime which Mary had begun but never continued with as beyond a certain point she did want to be very specific about these matters
Amongst the few posts she had written were many adverts for contraceptives, prostitutes,gloves so thieves won’t leave fingerprints and lawyers who prefer to defend rather than prosecute
Dr Jones was very angry that someone should make money out of such a blog.He himself made lots of money so he imagined other bloggers did and possibly more than he did
What was even worse was that Mary had plagiarised a post from his blog,so he thought.He did not see the link
Freud might have helped this poor man.Many therapists have a supervisor.And most people know not to write email when angry…..but poor Jim could not control himself.
Mary was sitting with a magnifying glass trying to read his email.
Oh,the poor man, he has not got much self esteem but his rage was impressive like a Hurricane in a Forest.She used an adblocker so had no idea of the evil on her blog and was so backward she did not dream of monetising it.[you can’t on a free blog]
If you want to make money, sin is a good topic for a blog!
Annie darted in wearing her yellow and purple track suit a
What’s that? she demanded as her makeup ran dow her face like a minor waterfall as it was not waterproof
I am looking at my blog without adblocker and I amused and shocked by the adverts I never knew were there
OMG said Annie.I suppose it might be useful to some people
I don’t write about sin to make it easier,Mary whispered.We have enough already.
Well, write about goodness and these ads will disappear as virtue does not attract capitalists,on the whole except firms that make rosary beads and crucifixes.
I don’t even want crucifixes on my blog,Mary said.
Well,maybe you should get a paid Blog,Annie cried.
What do you think,Emile, she asked Mary’s cat who was having tea in the kitchen on a turquoise plate
Oh, for God’s sake, come to your senses, the cat replied.
Stop thinking and start seeing and hearing the beauty all round you and also the sorrow of the grieving and the pain of the poor and the refugees
Why, Emile, you are not a cat, you are an angel, said Mary
No,I have a body and I dwell in it and in my girlfriend’s if she lets me.How nice it is to love and be loved
And so say all of us except poor Dr Jim.Still he works hard and will soon be famed for bringing back sin to the USA

All makeup from Stott’s of Wigan and West Mersea UK

There is an error in this story.Not everyone sees the same ads on blogs.It is based on what the viewer has bought online, where they live and other online activity famous

 

Say,father.Give me attention
How about God?
He gets enough.
I thought he might give you some
How will I know?
Well,look at the Jews and weep
I don’t want to think about that
Neither did they.
Well, they must have done something wrong
And you have not?
Well not enough to deserve torture and death.
Who decides?
That’s what I wonder.
Maybe it  is beyond us.
You want to play?
Yes,  but what?
How about a DVD?
What is it?
Civilisation by Kenneth Clarke
I think civilisation is a failure.
It’s true there are more wars.
Let’s go out into the woods and climb a tree
Why?
So we can look into Mrs Smith’s bedroom window and see her get undressed
By whom?
That’s what we will find out
~It won’t be us!
How true!
Still  all men are voyeurs
How do you know?
I’m  just passing a remark
Well.I am living with a woman
That’s a sin
Well sex is a sin if you do it in a car so may as well sin at home
Sex is not a sin.But women get pregnant
Is that why some men are gay?
Well, they had mothers.
But they don’t want to harm a virgin by impregnating her
No, but God did and look what happened after that!
We don’t want to see anyone crucified
Yet we let them be killed by snipers,bombs and their own leaders
I know.
Let’s go to the pub and get drunk but not make passes at girls
Just boys?
Nobody!
So it’s all DIY now
It makes sense.In  a way….. but where is the whispering in the ear, the laughter and the petting?
You’ll have to get a computer programme to laugh for you
But will it cuddle me?
That’s what we are all wondering.Amen

http://users.rider.edu/~suler/psycyber/conflict.html

 

Kali Munro, M.Ed., Psychotherapist

Have you ever noticed how conflict can get blown out of proportion online? What may begin as a small difference of opinion, or misunderstanding, becomes a major issue very quickly. Conflict can be difficult at the best of times, but what is it about online communication that seems to ignite “flaming” and make conflicts more difficult to resolve?

There are a number of reasons to explain why conflict may be heightened online. One is the absence of visual and auditory cues. When we talk to someone in person, we see their facial expressions, their body language, and hear their tone of voice. Someone can say the exact same thing in a number of different ways, and that usually effects how we respond.

For example, someone could shout and shake their finger at you, or they could speak gently and with kindness. They could stand up and tower over you, or they could sit down beside you. How you feel, interpret, and respond to someone’s message often depends on how they speak to you, even when it’s a difficult message to hear.

In online communications, we have no visual or auditory cues to help us to decipher the intent, meaning, and tone of the messenger. All we have are the words on a computer screen, and how we hear those words in our head. While people who know each other have a better chance at accurately understanding each others? meaning and intentions, even they can have arguments online that they would not have in-person.

 

please read the article

 

This is made from a painting I did and then I used pixlr online editor

Alfred liked the Guardian but not for mating

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucrezia_Borgia#Rumours

There was no shame about being the Pope’s daughter and no doubt they were too involved in politics and making money

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_sexually_active_popes#Popes_alleged_to_be_sexually_active_during_pontificate

They were allowed to be married in the early Church but some like the Medicis  or Borgias had  children  but were not  married.

From the references:

George L. Williams, Papal Genealogy: The Families And Descendants Of The Popes, page 74: “Clement now made Alessandro de Medici “his illegitimate son by a slave” into the first duke of Florence” , McFarland & Company, 1998, ISBN 0-7864-2071-5

From: children of Popes

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Illegitimate_children_of_popes

• Cesare Borgia
• Gioffre Borgia
• Giovanni Borgia (Infans Romanus)
• Giovanni Borgia, 2nd Duke of Gandia
• Lucrezia Borgia
• Pier Luigi de Borgia, 1st duke of Gandía

 

 

Before my husband died,  he was put into a rehabilitation unit and made to doe exercises.I tried to take him home but they persuaded me not to.After 1 day he had pneumomia.
Well,I nearly had to report him as when I went in on the Sunday afternoon,I sat on his bed and he fell over onto my bosom in a rather excessive manner.However his face was quite dark,almost black.
I asked him if he was depressed and he nodded
Then  the person in charge ran over to me and said, his blood  sugar is 2 and his BP is 60/40.Will you help me to put a special tablet full of something like glucose into his mouth?I helped him.But unless he could eat.. it was no good and he had pneumonia as well.
In fact my husband was dying.He had no oxygen in his blood and there was no doctor.
So instead of claiming he fondled me illicitly, in public I said he wanted to die on my bosom.Which seems a reasonable request.
He was taken to  hospital where he was treated so well it was very pleasant as he smiled again before he died.It was one of the most beautiful moments of my life and the saddest

So don’t let them send anyone  you love to Rehab when they need a hospice.