Day: May 10, 2019

Nightmare’s  scheming spires

We voted to leave Europe with a kiss
How the heck has Britain come to this?
Fooled by propaganda from the liars
Educated  under nightmare’s  scheming spires
The beast of racism risen, where is Christ?
I doubt if God will want to save us twice
We think we are superior and wise
Images of Empire have not died
And if  I am Croatian, can’t I  work
Underneath the covers many shirk.
And if I fled from Syria am I damned,
Who was it divided up the land?
France and Britain were  a fine old pair
See the murderous Middle East they  chaired
Breaking Palestine  into two parts
Breaking many humans and their hearts.

A towel for two

I feel like a wet fish  tonight
Do you want a towel?
Why, do you like them?
Who do you mean?
That’s statistics.
Only elementary.
Maybe it is simple to you but not to others
Which others?
Well,I don’t know. People of average intelligence
Mine is so low I am an imbecile
Well, what a surprise
It was to me,I didn’t know before I went to Oxford, fortunately
How on earth did you get in?
I went on the train.
But did they not test you?
I said I’d cry if they rejected me
So what happened?
They asked me to teach some undergraduates
Just like that?
Yes,I was shocked myself but the maths was not so bad
Did you get Teach Yourself Analysis?
I didn’t know you could
Could what?
Teach yourself
Who taught you?
It was like talking,I just picked it up
Well, it’s a  puzzle
Not after you pick it up
Unless it’s a jigsaw puzzle
Well, where is the wet fish?
In the river
What river
The Dee.
Chester is on the Dee
Sto p accusing Chester.
What, is  being on the Dee wrong?
Probably with Boris ruling it will be
What does he know?
Nothing,That is the problem
Mathematics has problems
Not like this.
So one could say it’s easier than living
Well, you can’t so it when you are dead
You can’t live when you are dead
As far as we know.
Do we need a Venn Diagram?
They make me feel faint
That’s lack of food
Is it really? I thought food was just entertainment
How can  you be so stupid?
It is normal for imbeciles
Yet you taught linear algebra
We should have done it elliptically
You telling  me?
Cryptically

 

One word

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“This is where people misstep: they express understanding of a specific, private experience you have not yet been able to sufficiently describe—an experience you yourself may not yet understand. I recall watching an art teacher correct an abstract painting of mine, painting over a section of detailed work with his large, white brush.”

Woodbines dipped in beer

Every seven minutes someone dies
It should be made illegal, I declare
We could live forever if we tried

We can control our diet with advice
Dress up warmly  when dark clouds are here
Every seven minutes someone dies

Don’t  go out in winter if there’s ice
Kiss stress goodbye, let  good sense murder fear
We could live forever, Lord abide

Put poison on your head to kill the lice
Do not  pet mosquitos near  the mere
Every seven minutes someone dies

Melanomic  sun is bad for eyes
If you’re blind,  a cat smells like a  steer
We could find infinity as spies!

Oh, Mammy how I wish that you were near,
With Daddy smoking Woodbines dipped in beer
Every seven minutes someone dies
We could live much longer than a cry.

 

My red-haired neighbour  loved her high heeled shoe

My red-haired neighbour  loved her high heeled shoes
She dressed in cream and black  when she went out
Her smart appearance called in many views

Even when she fell and was much bruised
Her eyes so sharp  drove off   marauding louts
My red-haired  neighbour saved for grand cream shoes

She dyed her hair blood red, oh men confused!
Though she was ninety she was never stout
Her   dear appearance wondrous was well viewed

By the Daily Mail, she was bemused
She meditated, used it  wrap sprouts
My  neighbour   dyed her hair and matched her shoes

Suddenly her blood  its power would lose
Her nights out and her cooking were in doubt
She so  stylish no more  could be viewed

She went to Mass on Sunday, sin to  rout
Her hair fresh dyed, she died where God’s about
My red-haired neighbour  loved her pretty shoes
In her coffin,   may  she be amused

 

 

 

The poetry of WW1

 

 

adult army battle black and white
Photo by asim alnamat on Pexels.com

It’s hard to believe it is 100 years since the end of that war in which my uncle died and his father died in the ensuing flu epidemic.17 million people were killed.Is that why Europe has gone downhill morally and politically… some called it suicide.The people who survived were damaged emotionally/Empires fell; revolutions occurred. Hitler began  his mad ascent to power

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/70139/the-poetry-of-world-war-i

 

Servitude

If it were not for England, who would bear
This heavy servitude one moment more?
To keep a brothel, sweep and wash the floor
Of filthiest hovels were noble to compare
With this brass-cleaning life. Now here, now there
Harried in foolishness, scanned curiously o’er
By fools made brazen by conceit, and store
Of antique witticisms thin and bare.
Only the love of comrades sweetens all,
Whose laughing spirit will not be outdone.
As night-watching men wait for the sun
To hearten them, so wait I on such boys
As neither brass nor Hell-fire may appall,
Nor guns, nor sergeant-major’s bluster and noise.