Day: June 21, 2019

I thought of crazed wasps

I wonder what rhymes with pedantic

Without being excessively frantic?

I thought of crazed wasps

Whose teeth I would floss

Yet that is  not really romantic

Pedantic seems related  to feet

In poetry that might be quite neat

Pedes obscuro

Might made a detouro

In search of a very fine beat

Podiatry’s a  useful profession

Especially combined with Confession

The priest cuts toe nails

While with sin we regale

We get   rid of out corns with a Blessing

Psychiatry is not for the weak

Stick your finger in a hole in the dyke

We try to contain things

Until we are bursting

Then our madness comes out in one leap

Prayer is  essential these days

Job  comes to mind  in this fray

But why would God help  us

More likely he’d scalp us

Electing  Gove, Johnson and May

 

Love and Friendship BY EMILY BRONTË

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To  my friends/ readers with gratitude

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.

I wonder now if this was sacrilege

Note to readers

I realise now what made me write this.I was recalling a viaduct where the railway crosses the River Kent  and the train then goes to Carlisle.From  this side  one can see the mountains of the Lake District.That makes me think of

I will lift up mine eyes to the hills
From whence cometh my strength

And also it must in my unconscious mind be associated with Calvary as well.But I didn’t realise until I began writing.
As a  child I remember being on a train crossing the wide river.I loved it

 

I saw Jesus on a wooden bridge
Carrying his Cross while all alone
I wonder now if this  was sacrilege

In the past no doubt I was a witch
People hit me, mocked me with their stones
I saw Jesus on a wooden bridge

He looked so sad but did not bear a grudge
Soon his flesh would wither on his bones
I wonder if  my writing’s sacrilege

On ward to the mountains Jesus trudged
I think I heard a sound like a slight groan
I saw Jesus on a wooden bridge

With many  tears  his human face was smudged
What was wrong when this world was designed?
I wonder if  my writing’s sacrilege

His  holy spirit   is now unconfined
Where  will we hear the whisper,small, divine?
I saw Jesus on a wooden bridge
I wonder now if this  was sacrilege

Why some people can’t apologise

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https://www.psychologytoday.com/gb/blog/the-squeaky-wheel/201305/5-reasons-why-some-people-will-never-say-sorry

Extract

  1. By refusing to apologize, non-apologists are trying to manage their emotions. They are often comfortable with anger, irritability, and emotional distance, and experience emotional closeness and vulnerability to be extremely threatening. They fear that lowering their guard even slightly will make their psychological defenses crumble and open the floodgates to a well of sadness and despair that will pour out of them, leaving them powerless to stop it. They might be correct. However, they are incorrect in assuming that exhibiting these deep and pent-up emotions (as long as they get support, love, and caring when they do—which fortunately, is often the case) will be traumatic and damaging. Opening up in such a way is often incredibly therapeutic and empowering, and it can lead them to experience far deeper emotional closeness and trust toward the other person, significantly deepening their relationship satisfaction.