https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/pieces-mind/201309/revenge-will-you-feel-better

“As with all internal experiences, being mindful of what you are experiencing is the first step. Thoughts of revenge apparently feel good and may be a basic human instinct, perhaps to help us survive. Accept your urges and thoughts of revenge  as a basic human response related to trust.

Trust is important in any relationship and critical for cooperative societies. When you are thinking about revenge, it usually means you believe trust has been broken.  Remember, while the anticipation of revenge may feel pleasurable, the actual carrying out of revenge brings little satisfaction and may create more problems and suffering. Acts of revenge do not repair trust or restablish a sense of justice for both parties.”

Tied up in knots,I could not see the truth
The beauty of the world became uncouth
Which ever way I looked, there was no ease
I could not see the path nor find my keys
I  could not  find my comfort  nor my muse

Why do I  so suffer  when I choose
As either way,I find I mostly lose?
Then  this conscience fierce, I must appease
Untie the knots.

Not for me to judge or to accuse
Even if my being was abused
Let me now be cherished by soft breeze
Let my heart grow softer as I grieve
Let my mind no longer be bemused,
Nor tied in knots

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Don”t go, he  cried  from out his clean white bed
I wonder what  my presence meant in his last hours
The hands entwined, the living and the dead

They gave him  fish and carrot ,so they said
But on his table there was not a flower
Don”t go, he  cried  from out his clean white bed

On the stairs at night I hear a tread
I can’t  move at all  in those dread hours
The hands entwined, the living and the dead

His skin was pale as if he’d long time bled
Jesus looked  out from his wooden tower
Don”t go, he  cried  from out  that clean warm bed

He smiled the smile of heart well linked with head
At last it came, the final trembling hour
The hands entwined, the living and the dead

Somewhere was an energy, a power
A touching smile, a  need, a deed unsoured
He went, he  died , he left his clean white bed
The hands entwined, the living and the dead

I said write a paragraph, not draw a graph.
It’s a parabola, a conic section
Do stop showing off.You’ll say next you built the pyramids.
How about Solomon’s temple?
Is he a relative?
It’s hard to know after so many years.
Just because you’ve not been invited there doesn’t mean he’s not your cousin
It would be hard to get there from here
Take the car
It’s the Time travel I fear.
Where do they live? On Mars? Come on.Let’s go.
They used pi to great accuracy, so I read
What, like that man who threw custard tarts onto the faces   of everybody he hated?
I guess it was more fun than Facebook
I could just eat a custard tart
We have no custard left.Sorry,dearest

“What is forgiveness? When is it appropriate? Why is it considered to be commendable?  Some claim that forgiveness is merely about ridding oneself of vengeful anger; do that, and you have forgiven.  But if you were able to banish anger from your soul simply by taking a pill, would the result really be forgiveness?  The timing of forgiveness is also disputed. Some say that it should wait for the offender to take responsibility and suffer due punishment, others hold that the victim must first overcome anger altogether, and still others that forgiveness should be unilaterally bestowed at the earliest possible moment.  But what if you have every good reason to be angry and even to take your sweet revenge as well?  Is forgiveness then really to be commended? Some object that it lets the offender off the hook, confesses to one’s own weakness and vulnerability, and papers over the legitimate demands of vengeful anger.  And yet, legions praise forgiveness and think of it as an indispensable virtue.  Recall the title of Archbishop Desmond Tutu’s book on the subject: “No Future Without Forgiveness.”

These questions about the what, when, and why of forgiveness have led to a massive outpouring of books, pamphlets, documentaries, television shows, and radio interviews.  The list grows by the hour. It includes hefty representation of religious and self-help perspectives, historical analysis (much of which was sparked by South Africa’s famed Truth and Reconciliation Commission), and increasingly, philosophical reflection as well.  Yet there is little consensus about the answers.  Indeed, the list of disputed questions is still longer. Consider: may forgiveness be demanded, or must it be a sort of freely bestowed gift?  Does the concept of “the unforgivable” make sense?  And what about the cultural context of forgiveness: does it matter? Has the concept of “forgiveness” evolved, even within religious traditions such as Christianity? Is it a fundamentally religious concept?”

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The hills are burning  like the peat below
Turned to steam , the river does not flow
The puzzled sheep meander as they bleat
In beds of heather, they can’t rest or sleep
Such high bright moors , such charring of the rose.

The fires inside the earth   escape to show
It is hell that Satan’s demons  draw.
Energy vibrates  like music fleet
The hills are burning

The weather of the world has no fixed law
Like the sons of Adam and their flaws
This conundrum of the world we meet
The centre  is a  fire, oh, nuclear peat
The open earth has space within its maw
The hills are burning

By Mike Flemming 2018

Sentences are weapons:

We writers must write good sentences.
After reading your latest book, I feel I have been sentenced to death

I have been booked again after my  violin concert.
I told you  we were speeding .

The judge summed it all up:You  have gone too far, you are well past Coventry.I’d say 1,000 years in Greenland will keep Britain safe from men like you and the rest of the government.

If I cook the books, can  we ruminate tonight?

My sentence seems interminable
That’s only four words

I have not submitted,my thesis.
Well kneel  down and say,I give in.
But that’s not mathematics!
Neither is your comma.

We submitted all our plans to  the Government.
Don’t worry, their average reading age is 9.

I read the Guardian  nightly
That’s why you don’t understand anything
I do,I do
Look, we are married already
But not to each other.
Does it matter?
I feel odd.
It’s all this adulteration.
Stop, stop!
We’re not on  the bus
Well, in that case, the earth moved

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Extract:
As the month ended, I decided I should see what was happening at Aston Rowant NNR. I prefer the south-western end of the reserve, at Bald Hill near Christmas Common, which is away from the incessant roar of M40 traffic but has similar hillside habitat. After all the hot dry weather, i was surprised to see how tall the grasses had grown and, since there was a stiff breeze blowing, few butterflies were to be seen, at first glance.

Soon, however, I realised that the slope was buzzing with Silver-spotted Skippers, keeping low as they zoomed between Scabious flowers.

There were also plenty of Chalkhill Blues, of both sexes, although these seemed to appear in ‘waves’ : for a while, nothing to be seen and then a group of 5-6 madly chasing around the slope. Their condition was very variable, with several looking very battered, while others were near pristine. Perhaps, this depended on how they had fared on the recent wet days.

I took several ‘regular’ shots but rather liked this one, where the butterfly took off at the end of a short burst of photos.

How to write a good sentence
How to give a good sentence
How to survive a long sentence
Should poets write  in long sentences
What is a sentence?
What is a bad sentence?
What is a lenient sentence?
What is a harsh sentence?
What is a harsh word?
How to write a poor sentence in the best way
How to write transparently  yet with dignity
How to survive writing sentences
How to survive writing
How to survive
How?

The Evening News  no longer is admired
Nor BBC to which the bright aspired
Now all the News is Fake ,there is no Truth
The logic of the heart can be a brute
The Evening News
The loss of  European links leads man to mires
Where sing no hosts of angels nor their choirs
But  only music made and played by liars
The death of civil life  is  loss acute
The nuclear power,the energy, the fire
The blazing torch, the ditch,  the dark quagmire.
The energy of life lost in disputes
The good ,like weeds ,is pulled up by the roots
Who can   kindle hope and new desire?
The Evening News?

We had the crime of our lives again.We killed Democracy.
Wish you were here in sunny  Holy Land …….in prison with Ahed Tamimi?
Come back soon…… will we be able to got abroad ever again?
Having a great time.Just have no idea where we are  or indeed who we are.Wrecked It
Come  to sunny Blackpool and avoid  foreigners while eating curry and chips and Italian Icecream on toast
It was great,kid.What was it?
I can stand on my head but I can’t think.Why?
BTW the British Empire has gone now and so has the Odeon in Tottenhan
I tried  to walk on my hands but I am uncoordinated.So can I walk on yours,please?
I never even did a cartwheel.What do you do to them? Square the circle?
Why do carts have horses?
Why do we lie prone  and upright?

I removed this poem because it was very poor quality

But remember charm is dangerous.Charmers are out to get you