https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2018/jul/23/rising-temperatures-linked-to-increased-suicide-rates

““Determining whether or not the rate of suicide responds to climatic conditions is important, as suicide alone causes more deaths globally than all forms of violence combined and is among the top 10–15 causes of death globally,” said Prof Marshall Burke, at Stanford University in the US, and his colleagues, who published their research in the journal Nature Climate Change.

“Even modest changes in suicide rates due to climate change could [lead to] large changes in the associated global health burden, particularly in wealthier countries where current suicide rates are relatively high,” the researchers said. Record high temperatures have been recorded around the world in recent weeks and are likely to have been driven by climate change.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/69323/louise-bogan-a-tale

Did the cat bit you?
No,  the doctor did it
Your doctor bit you.Why not complain?
He tried his best to stitch me up.
I should think so
Most doctors don’t sew now
Do you mean sow?
Sow what?
Seeds,of course
No,I meant to buy some poppy seeds.
Has he none of his own?
I have no idea
Can’t you ask?
If he has he will tell me
So he is honest?
I can’t judge.He hardly speaks.
Are his eyes shifty?
No, they are like marbles
Perhaps they are  glass
How could he sew if that was so?
You’re dead right
I am not dead,right?
Sorry.
You mean you want to kill me
Why do you think that?
I  can’t say.
Try.
No,I am fed up.
Shall we go out?
Where to?
The park.
Alright but if  I die, bury me in the rose bed
I shall try.
You are always trying
Oh, my.I feel wounded
Is it your ego?
No,my id.
What’s an id?
Dunno.Sex and violence I think
I’ve had my fillings taken out
What nonsense!

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 knows
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 in here.

Whatś wrong with you
Who is Hugh?
You mean, who are you?
Is he plural?
No it´s3rd person singular
Is he not human?
Who?
Hugh.
I am me.
I suppose you must be
No Hugh is not me.
You are not me.
I know I´ḿ not you
Does Hugh know?
Your grammar is confused
Do you think so?
Ask  him yourself?
Who?
Hugh.
I can´t go on
On what?

What is that red thing on your face?
My unibrow

Why have you got holes in your face?
To breathe through

What are those round blue objects?
Marbles

Can you see?
None so blind as those who will not see.

No,I have not had surgery.The cat bit me twice
I never had cancer  just a creeper decided to grow under my skin.It would have looked ok if it were green with flowers on…. evolution
I had no surgery, they just cut it all out for me with scissors
I had some stitches because that doctor liked doing embroidery.
They said  the injection would be painful.That was a lie, it was nothing.Just a prick.Mind you, I was tired so maybe I fell asleep.
I think it  is nice to have a date even if it is only for surgery.
Doctors love cutting us  and sewing us.They feel a sense of achievement.I don´t mind too much as long as they don´t cut my head off.
They  do biopsies but only once…. unopsy?
The bad doctors keep talking till you faint.The good ones keep quiet till you come round

I have lost the way out from the wood
I wander in damp trees and mossy ways
Till my breath is green as is my blood

I lost  my map but thought I understood
Both how to leave and how to love and play
I have lost the way out from the wood

I say that man is evil under hood
But may be it is better not to say
Till my breath  has gone and I ‘ve no  blood

Opponents must, like evil, torment good
For here’s the war and gone is the delay
We have lost the way out from the wood

In the ancient times, God sent the Flood
Now we have the drought,  hyenas bray
Soon my breath  has gone and I ‘ve no  blood

Looking out, I see a strange delay
People wrangle, tortured, cannot pray
I have lost the way out from the wood
Bury me in leaves with my green blood

http://www.opensourceshakespeare.org/views/plays/play_view.php?WorkID=henry4p1&Act=2&Scene=3&Scope=scene

• “Hotspur (Henry Percy). ‘But for mine own part, my lord, I could be well
  contented to be there, in respect of the love I bear
  your house.’ He could be contented: why is he not, 860
  then? In respect of the love he bears our house:
  he shows in this, he loves his own barn better than
  he loves our house. Let me see some more. ‘The
  purpose you undertake is dangerous;’—why, that’s
  certain: ’tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to 865
  drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this
  nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. ‘The
  purpose you undertake is dangerous; the friends you
  have named uncertain; the time itself unsorted; and
  your whole plot too light for the counterpoise of so 870
  great an opposition.’ Say you so, say you so? I say
  unto you again, you are a shallow cowardly hind, and
  you lie. What a lack-brain is this! By the Lord,
  our plot is a good plot as ever was laid; our
  friends true and constant: a good plot, good 875
  friends, and full of expectation; an excellent plot,
  very good friends. What a frosty-spirited rogue is
  this! Why, my lord of York commends the plot and the
  general course of action. ‘Zounds, an I were now by
  this rascal, I could brain him with his lady’s fan. 880
  Is there not my father, my uncle and myself? lord
  Edmund Mortimer, My lord of York and Owen Glendower?
  is there not besides the Douglas? have I not all
  their letters to meet me in arms by the ninth of the
  next month? and are they not some of them set 885
  forward already? What a pagan rascal is this! an
  infidel! Ha! you shall see now in very sincerity
  of fear and cold heart, will he to the king and lay
  open all our proceedings. O, I could divide myself
  and go to buffets, for moving such a dish of 890
  skim milk with so honourable an action! Hang him!
  let him tell the king: we are prepared. I will set
  forward to-night.
  [Enter LADY PERCY]
  How now, Kate! I must leave you within these two hours.895

• Lady Percy. O, my good lord, why are you thus alone?
  For what offence have I this fortnight been
  A banish’d woman from my Harry’s bed?
  Tell me, sweet lord, what is’t that takes from thee
  Thy stomach, pleasure and thy golden sleep? 900
  Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth,
  And start so often when thou sit’st alone?
  Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks;
  And given my treasures and my rights of thee
  To thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy? 905
  In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watch’d,
  And heard thee murmur tales of iron wars;
  Speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed;
  Cry ‘Courage! to the field!’ And thou hast talk’d
  Of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents, 910
  Of palisadoes, frontiers, parapets,
  Of basilisks, of cannon, culverin,
  Of prisoners’ ransom and of soldiers slain,
  And all the currents of a heady fight.
  Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war 915
  And thus hath so bestirr’d thee in thy sleep,
  That beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow
  Like bubbles in a late-disturbed stream;
  And in thy face strange motions have appear’d,
  Such as we see when men restrain their breath 920
  On some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these?
  Some heavy business hath my lord in hand,
  And I must know it, else he loves me not.

• Hotspur (Henry Percy). What, ho! “

About 11 pm I heard thunder
And my Nokia 301 gave sad chirrups
I got a cable and connected it to the laptop
I hoped for rain but it passed  by on the other side
As it usually does
The lawns are yellow and the flowers dry before they die
Funny weather
I went to bed
The sheet looked very white
I was happy.
My arm itches where it was cut
I was looking at the stitches
And my   android device went off
I took FB  away from it altogether
I heard so many bad things
Wonder why nobody thought the worst sooner.
I ate some Weetabix,washed up and found my purse
I might need a cab.
Anyone might but I think of it alone late at night
The doctor cried, are you on Warfarin?
I said, no,I just bleed a  lot.
It went on my dress but now I lost the dress
I’ve been feeling queer all week
They’ ll phone me I suppose and whisper
The doc
tor would like to see you
And I shall say, I am on Soulmates in the Guardian
Does he take that?
When I know quite  well  what it means
I never joined a dating site but I pretend.
Nobody knows that  sometimes you don’t want to look  at a new face
I wonder what I’d put
Female  said to be smart,  clumsy and warm looking for  a man
Who  is tender and self confident
Who does not lose his temper every week
Who does not send obscene emails
Who can pull funny faces….
Who reads books
Who is not antisemitic nor anti any human group
Vegetarian welcome
I fall asleep thinking I have  one and a half courgettes uneaten
And  many ripe tomatoes
Dream of Jonah  and do not wail

Pray,Father.It is a year since my last Contrition
Do you mean Confession?
No,I never felt contrition in the year.I told  a lie when I said I did
Well. let’s not get tied in knots about it
I didn’t know one could get tied in knots.Are you into those funny games?
No,I am a student of Algebraic Topology
Who is he?
Have  you not heard about it?
I am baffled
It is a branch of geometry.
I see.Why are you doing it?
I like to keep my mind active
I  find it’s better to leave mine alone to drift into a reverie
But you might get sinful thoughts
No such luck unless you mean feeling like murdering a few politicians
Well, what sins have you fallen into?
I  cannot forgive a man who said I was stupid.
Perhaps he was full  of  ill will and unable to cope
You may be right.But I can’t forgive him
Well,I think  you are very clever.
Thank you so much.
Try not to ruminate.Why worry about what some malevolent man thinks.Keep well clear of him and it will fade.Anyway God made you so he is criticising God!
Gee,I never thought of that.He says he loves God.
Would he tell you if he didn’t?
No,I suppose he would hide it.
Try to mix with positive people who don’t judge you one way or the other and be like that yourself
Very wise.
Well I absolve you and for your penance go and feed the ducks
Wow,  things have changed round here
And so pray all of us

https://www.brainpickings.org/

Good art is good for people precisely because it is not fantasy but imagination. It breaks the grip of our own dull fantasy life and stirs us to the effort of true vision. Most of the time we fail to see the big wide real world at all because we are blinded by obsession, anxiety, envy, resentment, fear. We make a small personal world in which we remain enclosed. Great art is liberating, it enables us to see and take pleasure in what is not ourselves. Literature stirs and satisfies our curiosity, it interests us in other people and other scenes, and helps us to be tolerant and generous. Art is informative. And even mediocre art can tell us something, for instance about how other people live. But to say this is not to hold a utilitarian or didactic view of art. Art is larger than such narrow ideas

Iris Murdoch

Doctor,I’ve got vertigo
Let me be the judge.What symptoms do you have?
When I stand on the  roof to see the moon,I feel dizzy
When do you do that?
When I need a good reason to avoid sex~
Have you got a partner
No, that’s the problem.Men  think I need them
And  do you?
No,I  found out you can manage without a man
How?
By earning your own money.
Very wise.Now about the vertigo, keep your head level, chin up and back straight
What about the rolling I feel in bed
Nail it to the floor
And if that is no good?
Get a hammock
I’m at sea
Metaphorically speaking.
I want the white cliffs of Dover.
They are falling down!
What, have they got vertigo too?

I have picturef tenderness and care
Memories touching  in their  unique ways
I have lain in beds of love quite bare

From my windows I will often stare
See the sun at dawn and in light lay
I have wanted  his  romance and care

I heard that all eternity is here
Silent in  its presence through the day
I have slept in beds of linen fair

If we cannot trust, then we will fear
Who but  lovers send our fear away?
Well known  to me are tenderness and care

I smiled at touch when  he I Ioved was near
For his kiss I long, my heart is dry
I had slept in  his warm arms for years

Now he’s gone and I no longer cry
To his ghost I say, all flesh must die
I was glad of tenderness and care
I had lain in beds of love quite bare

https://www.etymonline.com/word/sharn

True vertigo is horrible and I do know that and do not wish to offend anyone

1.When unlocking the front door do not look up to check the gutters
2.If on the roof do not look down at the door
3.Try not to turn over in bed as it makes you feel seasick.Put some pillows behind you or try to think of how you can stop rolling about all night.
4.Do  not move your head, when walking outdoors , to look at people passing as if you fall they will feel guilty.Or think you love them
5.Try to keep your chin level. so do not nod  as a greeting  nor shake your head  nor roll your eyes nor especially do not do all those things at once.Unless you are  hoping to have an accident.
6. Try a sea sickness tablet. But not with alcohol as it might loosed your self control  or make you fall asleep  while giving a class instructions on trigonometry.
7. You must not have sex while you have vertigo  for obvious reasons.Unless you can keep perfectly still… which seems unlikely as you can see  in Nature.
8.When getting out of bed, do it slowly.Don’t roll out while lying  flat.I did once and oh,my, it hurt!
9.Try not to laugh or cry ,shout ,scream or yell.Lie down and have a rest.One day you will feel better

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glossary

A Glossary of Islamic Legal Terminology

“A glossary, also known as a vocabulary or clavis, is an alphabetical list of terms in a particular domain of knowledge with the definitions for those terms. Traditionally, a glossary appears at the end of a book and includes terms within that book that are either newly introduced, uncommon, or specialized. While glossaries are most commonly associated with non-fiction books, in some cases, fiction novels may come with a glossary for unfamiliar terms.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gloss_(annotation)

“A gloss is a marginal notation regarding the main text in a document. Shown is a parchment page from the Royal Library of Copenhagen.

A gloss (from Latin glossa; from Greek γλῶσσα glōssa, meaning ‘language’) is a brief notation, especially a marginal one or an interlinear one, of the meaning of a word or wording in a text. It may be in the language of the text, or in the reader’s language if that is different.

A collection of glosses is a glossary. A collection of medieval legal glosses, made by glossators, is called an apparatus. The compilation of glosses into glossaries was the beginning of lexicography, and the glossaries so compiled were in fact the first dictionaries. In modern times a glossary, as opposed to a dictionary, is typically found in a text as an appendix of specialized terms that the typical reader may find unfamiliar. Also, satirical explanations of words and events are called glosses. The German Romantic movement used the expression of gloss for poems commenting on a given other piece of poetry, often in the Spanish Décima style.”

Words float like water in a stream,
Reflected gently by sunbeams.
This stream flows swiftly to my heart
And through these words your love is caught.

The space inside my heart is clear,
Your love will find its right home here.
Your words are treasures in my night,
And in the dark, they glow with light.

Oh,let me read your notes of bliss,
And seal them with a loving kiss.
I hope this stream will always go
Where living waters softly flow.

For love is kind, and love is true.
Connections form from me to you.
And love creates an open heart,
From which all other feelings start.

Yet love is free, and does not bind.
Love is glad,and not unkind.
So if my love displeases you,
Then you can find a lover new.

I have life inside my heart
Which will sustain me if we part.
I shall wish you happiness…
And know my grief will one day pass.

But for today,let’s laugh and play.
Let’s make love inside the hay.
It’s summer and we like the heat.
Let’s celebrate with kisses sweet.

She was so beautiful  that men were frightened to aske her out in case they were struck by lightning.She was a conductor, no doubt.You could see the electricity all day.

She looked like the forsythia in spring- larger than life and yellow from eating too many buttercups

She wasn’t a woman, she was an induction  hob  so  hot the pans boiled before they went onto it.If you grasp my meaning.She sang like a spark from an angels’ chorus that flew near the sun and got smothered in that white dust I keep seeing everywhere.What is it?Dirt used to be black in my  youth

A black sun gazed  down on the earth.It was graduation day for comets or was it comics?Anyway we all wore black but we couldn’t see anything.Next time we shall stay in  bed and read Nicholas Freeling… with torches

My boyfriend is like a chip pan.He is too hot to  go near and then he’s cold and set like dripping or lard.

My mother was very warm hearted.But she hid it so well she didn’t even know herself!

It is so hot and humid here I cannot think.We were hoping for a thunderstorm but  we just have cloud and sultry breezes.

Life is not a play
We create some of it
We interact
We act
We live
We see virtue
We see vice
We  see better
We think better
We do better
We all become better
If we see better

The future is fiction
It’s not written yet
Do not be afraid
Of an Apocalypse
Be afraid of false assumptions

He looked as if he had eaten 5 lb of raw potatoes  while climbing the Langdale Pikes in a  monsoon and was unable to find a w.c. or even a bush.

His face was as red as  an overripe plum tomato as he read the report on his latest fiasco.. teaching calculus to  illiterate adolescents without understandfing it himself;
Still he has a honours degree  in Chinese so he was obviously intelligent  in a way  that could  be described as tangential to human life in  the UK

Her dress was so tight she looked as if she might pass out into the arms of the neatest man she could spot.Was this a plot?

The doctor asked me to take of my dress so I took off my glasses as well.When he asked why I said,I don’t like seeing my own body uncovered.It’s like seeing a   sofa with no  fabric

I have got 5 double stitches in my arm so if I find some needles I could pick them up and knit a scarf for my wriat

I feel  like I do when I overdose on GNT… my head sweats and BP drops.Then I see a vision.I  don’t even pray first but I do alfterwards,Hope springs eternal.God must exist.

I was waiting for a box of  gauze dressings but all I got was Harpic toilet cleaner. Is it the NHS or me? No, it’s Amazon!

Writing poetry is like riding a motorbike up Scafell when drunk…. you can’t imagine how you made it.Then you have to come down.That’s prose.

A boy threw a brick at me.He said I looked like an immigrant,I asked him what made him think that so he said you are polite,well dressed and work in the NHS.
I said but don’t you want a top dermatologist here  wotking 60 hours a week
He said,see you can’t even speak proper English;
What’s that?
You should f*cking well know sh*t like that
How about Jesus, I cried desperately
Who’s he?He don’t sound like  a  native, is he here?
I said , yes, he’s always here
Oh,f*ck, he must be a Russian.
No, he’s a Jew
A Jew?
Yes, you know like Moses.Abraham,Delilah,Bathsheba,Isiaah
I like the names, bring em all round to mine for tea
They’re dead.
Are you sure?They might be faking it
Jesus died on the Cross and his mother shouted,get down off that Cross, your dinner’s ready.He said, what is it and she said, rabbit stew  with mashed potatoes
He said,I’d rather die than eat  rabbits.
And did he?
Have you never been to church?
Surely they don’t kill men there!
No, but some die of shock
Electric shock?
Well, they have  electric candles
I don’t like those.They are artificial
So is money but I bet you like that!
How did you guess?
Because you  have  knife and a gun and a label on your head saying, give me all you have now or I’ll kill you
That proves I am intelligent
Why?
I can write in sentences with the right tense
Well I  have nothing except a card saying,I have weak bladder, let me use your toilet
OK I’ll  have that.
It’s not  worth much
It wll be when I get inside Boris Johnson’s flat
Do you really  believe he will let you in?
If he doesn”t I will shoot him
I say,hang on… he might do it himself
If they all fell off a cliff we  would be happy until we look for new people
Where have all the good ones gone?

Note:I did this using google docs talk to type.It has problems like grammar,capital letters at random , confusion of words but mainly I am unhappy as it produces a totally differrent type of poem when I am not using a  pen or a computer

The sky is yellow, grey and white today

There is no hint of blue or summer bright

But happy are sweet Lovers In  their play

By Heat  oppressed we sweat now to allay

And yet I find so sweet the evening light

The sky is yellow  grey and white today

What seems good may  still exact its pay

We long for summer then  at heat take fright

But happy are the lovers In their play

Homely was  our cottage in  Lyme Bay

The Charmouth  cliffs half fallen were a  sight

The rabbits had a little world  sos afe

The Lighthouse can be seen from faraway

For ships that come too close  get  holed at night

Unknowing  are all lovers as they  play

 The foreign   seas  are lapping at our feet

Showing both their terror and  their plight

The sky is yellow grey,and white today

And  here we see the lost  drown as they sail