The sentences of God  are hard to match

A meta- poet who writes about the art
Who wonders if  we need a special gift
A better poet who writes from their deep heart

A problem is the first line where we start
Do not  try to make that writing swift
A meta- poet who writes about the art

In my mind the little fishes dart
I try to focus on the ones  bereft
A better poet who writes  from their own heart

In  live  writing there’s no graph or chart
No wondering whether we go right or left
A meta- poet who writes about the art

There’s little to be gained by being  smart
We need slowness though we must be deft
A better poet who writes  from their own heart

Slowly we   combine the warp and weft
The sentences of God  are hard to match
A meta- poet who writes about the art
A better poet, a universal heart

 

 

 

 

How words die

Can anyone write poetry if they try
Or is it a vocation for the few
Inherited by  feeling how  words lie?

Is there new equipment I can buy
With  sense and music writing to imbue
Can anyone write poetry if they try?

Ambitious how  the people   each will vie
To be the first in any kind of queue
Undisturbed by   knowing how  words lie?

For a  talent, who can multiply?
Compound interest shows a startling view
Can anyone write poetry if they try?

Transcendental number start with e and pi
I wonder, shall I eat my words for you
Undisturbed by   knowing how  they lie?

I feel  so bright, I  seem to have turned blue
Throw me in the ocean,  let me stew
Can anyone write poetry if they try
Unknowing  how, not  seeing that  words die?

 

English irony is our defence

Immigrants are very useful now
Roast a Turk  to  share with all your street
Eat a Greek and let the people squeak
A Viking flames the pudding with a bow

Try a German sausage  in the Court
Eat him with a knife and fork  and bread

Frenchmen taste delicious  so it’s said
Finish  with a sailor drowned in Port

A Syrian child is now the Lamb of God
Dying for our sins and  for our hate
Yet Jesus was a Jew. a piece of bait
We eat  him every Sunday  in  the Bread

Let the refugees in, we shall see
One of them is you and one is me

Is the loss a sadness or defect?

The first line that we write  may hold some clues
Whether in the words  or their effect
That form a background to  the writer’s  views

The soft effect of adjectives imbues
The sentences  and words  with their affect
The first line that we write  may hold some clues

Lacking feeling,  what is it we lose? 
Is  the  loss a sadness or defect
That forms a background to  the writer’s  views

Can we show emotion if we choose
Or  have we got no space where we reflect?
The first line that we write  may hold some clues

A loving friend  shares  warmth with their virtues
Silence may be best  to  hold,react
Form and shape give passage to our views

We may fear the bold and their attacks
As their vibrant voices air attack
The first line that we write  may hide the clues
That form an understanding  of our views

 

 

 

 

Onto refugees

Climbing up the hill  with a great Cross
The tortured God recalls his childhood days
Now he faces death and total loss

Did  Jesus  fear his  mission  and its cost
Would humans  ever learn to see his way
Climbing up the hill  with a great Cross

Crucified, beheaded, killed by us
John  the Baptist,Jesus,Jews  have paid
Did Jesus fear his Mission and its cost

How we love the baby, yet we’re lost
Was it ever true that we are saved?
Climbing up the hills  with our own cross

Where is God’s great spirit, Holy Ghost
Alienated from the human race?
Did Jesus fear his Mission and its cost

Shall we ever see that Holy Face
Onto  refugees it has been placed
Climbing up the hill  like Sisyphus
He repeats his actions, feels  his loss

 

 

Sitting in the bathroom,I’ve been stuck in here all night

Sitting in the bathroom,I’ve been stuck in here all night
Something alien’s in my gut, it seems there  is a fight
I wish I were asleep in bed, warm and bathed in dreams
My mind is underfunctioning, a dodo  or a scream

In the bed the sheet  has moved.someone else is here
I’ll share my bed with anyone  but they must not come near
Negotiations all the time, the enemy, the fear
We hate best all those we love, for they stole  mother dear

Up again I feel my way without the bedside light
I don’t want the beetles   running ,fearing human sight
I didn’t know I ate so much, but now I shall be drained
Sitting here, I feel annoyed by all these ugly pains

Would I were a babe again,wrapped in mother’s arms
Smelling her  dear,dear perfume. as her comfort makes me warm

Seek for conversations that will warm

Emotions can be difficult  to  bear
But maybe they bring something we should hear
A message or a wound we have ignored
Action’s needed or we are destroyed

Being  happy always is unreal
Living  in compartments  now concealed
If you cannot bear  your  pain alone
Seek for conversations that will warm

Loving neighbours comes extremely hard
If from our own  suffering we are barred
Imprisoned feelings make us tense  as boards
Stiff like puppets,stiff  like frozen hearts

As they say, the way  out sends us through
The feelings that we  did  not  know we knew

Stop people tracking you on your phone

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Take the battery out

.Like at night. or when you are commiting a crime, visiting places off ill repute, visiting  your lovers
But  leave it in when shopping in case you visit a loo and can’t open the door.Then you’ll be glad you  can be tracked although it’s really location you need to be on.Otherwise scream and shout.Hopefully someone will hear you

I don’t know why you can’t just turn if off.Life should be that simple

A little comma

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Do not  enter God knows you’re a bore!

That sentence can have different meanings depending on whether you put  commas in it and also where you put them.In speech we can tell from the sound of the voice.
In writing we can’t    hear that.So we need guidance.

2 commas below:

Do not  enter, God knows, you’re a bore!

1 comma

Do not  enter, God knows you’re a bore!

I imagine you may think  of  other meanings as well.

What you write is  almost never wrong

Do you think that you can’t write a verse
Free or formed, a villanellse or song
 Do you fear the  end , so  feel accursed?

The first words are banana,gold and terse
Start from that new sentence on your tongue
Do you think that you can’t write a verse?

Bananas ,phallic symbols, unrehearsed
What you write is  almost never wrong
Is you fear the  end   be not accursed

Golden is the joy when we’re immersed
In the company  that knows our tongue
Do you think that you can’t write a verse?

My lover speaks but he is often terse
He prefers to use a gesture not a word
Is you fear the  end   you’re not the first

In the mind float symbols , gold, absurd
Metaphors   that hunger to be heard
Do you think that you can’t write a verse?
If you fear the  end , we’re here  at worst

 

 

Do not  enter ,God knows you’re a bore.

How to write a poem  that  gives you joy
Write one line on those you once adored
A villanelle’s a song the French employ

Write a poem  that gets us  damn annoyed
I recall I may said all this before
How to write a poem  that  gives you joy

Writing poems makes me  get very high
I vowed to love a  man forever more
A villanelle’s a song the French employ

If I could sell then someone else could buy  
I want a man  but, if not one, then four 
How to write a poem  that  gives you joy

Writing down the letters  in alloy
I wanted to be loved but it’s a chore
A villanelle’s a song the French abhor

I saw a symbol on  a heavy door
Do not  enter ,God knows you’re a bore!
How to write a poem  that  gives you joy
A villanelle’s a song ,the French   destroy

 

The Trent flows up one side and down the other [ of the Pennines]

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Pray Father give me your blessing
Good grief, a real Catholic at last
Why, are there artificial ones?
No they just have terrible memories
Of trauma?
No, they don’t know what a sacrament is.
But surely how we act is more vital
I don’t know, it’s so long since I was  in the cemetery
Do you mean the cement factory?
Why would I mean that?
Don’t ask me,I’m just a   human being
I mean the seminary, of course.I remember now.
Do you know the seven deadly sins?
Not biblically
They are in the Bible… murder.envy, hatred
Yes, I was joking.I am celibate officially.
But what are you really?
I am asexual.
Do you have no desire?
I love people but I have no need to go to bed with them
No, we do it on the floor at home
Are you married?
Yes,definitely.She is a red head.
I thought you might say Red Indian
We  have very few living in Stoke on Trent.
Where is that?
On the river Trent.
But that goes through Nottingham
So?
I thought Stoke was West of the Pennines
Yes, the Trent flows up one side and down the other.
That is a lie
Thank you.
Since my last Confession I have lied twice
What was the other lie?
I am not a Catholic
So why come here?
I am lonely and it’s bad for me so I thought Saturday night Catholics go to Confession
It’s not exactly fun.Why not go to the pub and pick up a woman?
Are you really a priest?
No,I was feeling lonely too
What  a pity we are not bisexual
Well, we could learn
I thought it was genetic?
Do you mean generic
I don’t know.You mean like,buy paracetamol not panadol.
Genetic is totally different.
Am I a generic human or a  dressed up, artificial  and stunning person?
Why artificial?
I can’t act natural.
Try!
But if I try it’s not natural.
Was that my penance listening to you?
It could have been.Say a little prayer for me as well
So you do  believe?
Why not? It’s better than dying of meaninglessness
You so seem very clever
How kind.
I’ll see you next week.

Odd events 2019

 

 

I went into the bedroom and bent down to pick up a black cardigan
But it was a cat. I’ve never seen one run so fast.Why won’t the cat stay?

Never have the media  been so full of distortion and lies

One of my neighbours said Corbyn was going to pass a law so he could take al lour savings
Some of us have no Savings and  some of  us are homeless

The rich no longer have   to believe Jesus’s teachings  about helping others.
There is no hell, thank you God.
Many people live in hell now in the Middle East
Ironic

I did not listen to Leonard Cohen every day

I was asked if I am a  “foreigner”
I recall as a  child the people in the next town were called foreigners.
I suppose I am a foreigner to many

I was asked which European country I am from
They say I can’t be English.I am too warm
In this chilly weather I wish I was warm

I told a few people on the bus that some of BJ’s family were immigrants from Turkey.
He’s the only Turkish person I do not   like

I thought it was Sunday all last week
Why change? Sunday can be every day if we plan it

Could time itself ,this dagger, be reversed

Living in a clockwork Universe
Before we knew the truth  of  random acts
Circles ignored squares , was that perverse?

Clockwork,  logic  Aristotle, terse
This what we thought to be the facts
Living in a clockwork Universe

Yet  could ellipses, circles   us desert
If all seems square  then something has been blocked
Circles married squares , was that perverse?

Could time itself ,this dagger,  be reversed
In stochastic nature, particles might flirt
 There never was a clockwork Universe

Scientists   have imaginations rash
Revolutions happen with a smirk
Circles marry squares ,  are you averse?

Alas no-one can read their latest tracts
The language is  absurd like  poets’ works
Living in a clockwork Universe~
Circles ignored squares , we thought  that crass

And then  your face by  smiling was enhanced

I saw you struggling with your walking frame
Guessed that you must suffer too much pain
I smiled because you caught my sidewards glance
Then  your face too by  smiling was enhanced

So  often older people are ignored
Lost and lonely hidden at the core
Once this man  fought in a  major war
I hope by some fine friend he was  restored

I saw him disappearing  down the  road
His posture more erect,  his back less bowed
And in my heart I felt the smiling too
 Enchanted by the essence , by the cue.

I got on a bus,  ignored my phone,
Smiling   still I  pushed the door key home

The diet of worms [Strong language]

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They’re hunting snails
In New South Wales
They’re hunting bees,
And shooting trees.
They’re hanging worms
For lengthy terms
They’re on a diet
And don’t we know it.

The diet of worms shall be our fare
And on the bible. we shall swear.
We’ll swear our oath
We are not loth
We’ll strangle frogs
They’ll die in bogs.

We’ll always use four letter words
And they shall be our hunting swords.
We’ll kill the good
We’ll burn the wood.
We’ll shout out,fuck.
We’ll burn the book

We’ll let no thin skinned people live.
We’ll always take and never give!
We’ll use our charms
To quell alarms.
We’ll rape the girls
Cut off their curls.

For as we’re human, so we’re mad.
We kill the good and love the bad.
We saw the babe in Bethlehem
We saw him die between two men.
We did not run to cut him down
We said,Oh,fuck,another clown.
For he spoke love
And said to give.
For he spoke peace;
Let joy increase

For like most human,we are crazed
We see it a we’re not amazed.
No sunset red
No welcome bed
No golden dawn
No welcome morn
No loving arms
No sacred charms
No newborn king
No tune to sing

Oh,we are damned
We are broke
We built Auschwitz
Saw the smoke.
And now it’s built again,again
Drops the bomb
In Bethlehem.
And on our knees, we women crawl
To bury babies born too small.
To take the swords from these mens’ hands
And bury them in desert sands.
To pick up scraps of humanness
To hold up hands for God to bless.
We did it wrong,we did it ba d
We never thought, so now we’re mad

He told me once that saying Mass is just a piece of cake

The fishing nets have tangled round a  little submarine
Can the sailors pull it up, or will their nets all break?
We wonder  who might live in it,  it can’t be the Queen

I looked once in the mirror and I see my face is green
Maybe I’ll eat soup again and not a giant rump steak
The fishing nets once tangled round a  little submarine

We once had a Bishop but he just  had a Dean
He told me once that saying Mass is just a piece of cake
We wonder  who might like such food,  it can’t be the Queen

I  get washed  with olive oil and in summer I feel clean
I wish that little wafer were a Cadbury’s chocolate  flake
The fishing nets once wrangled and their maths was quite marine

If I see my boyfriend now,I might let out a scream
Feeling his proximity, my entire heart might break
We wonder  who might  enjoy that  it can’t be the Queen

Life can be  much better with a little pat and stroke
Wash your mate in olive oil, he’s such a lovely bloke
The fishing nets did tangle round a  little submarine
We wonder  who might live in it,  God has not been seen

 

 

 The funniest things I did year 2018

When my electric blanket broke, I tried to warm my cold feet with a hairdryer.It is no use.I put 3 pairs of socks on  and somehow got warmer

I realised, when your husband dies, it’s pointless crying when you lose your necklace or watch as nobody else is interested [ maybe that is not true]
I sang “Joan of Arc in a Canadian accent at the bus stop [ so I am told]
I told a man “I am Leonard Cohen” even though I am a woman.Transpersonal?
I put my clothes on inside out before I went to a dinner party.Noone said anything
I forgot who I was.Then I read my blog.Need I say more?
I made up conversations in my head but never said anything out loud to a  live person
I played Trivial Pursuits
I  forgot what Quantum Theory was.This may help my social life
I decided never to argue again.The logic is dependent on axioms and, if we do not have the same ones ,it is pointless.
I told a neighbour I used to be very quiet and she said, you still  are very quiet.
I remembered a student crying when I was teaching the history of mathematics.She was crying  with happiness and asked, why were we not taught like this at school [  maybe because I am unique]
I wonder if  people live alone for a long time they may lose their emotions as  I believe emotions are interpersonal

A dark day when liars and cheats lose no votes.They “like his face”

This will go down as a dark day for British democracy

 

Extract

 

Just this week we saw a sophisticated attack on the story of a poorly four-year-old boy seen recuperating on the floor of Leeds General Infirmary by social media bots.

People had been duped by a ‘Facebook post that proved the pictures were false’. Of course, they were not. They highlighted the miserable state that the NHS finds itself in, yet fake attempts to discredit the story muddied the water for many voters.

 

Fascism and post-modernism

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“A world view quite similar to Nazism, Fascism was a pagan religion with worship of the state….main arguments…..
Like postmodernism, fascism promoted the view that reality is a social construct and that all cultures determine their own values. Vieth wrote: most people do not realise the tenets of postmodernism have been tried before in a political system, cultural determinism… The rejection of the transcendent, the rejection of Reason and the revolutionary critique of the existing order are tenets not only of postmodernism but also of fascism
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The intellectual roots of fascism are deep, intertwined, and often paradoxical. Most of its rudimentary ideas were formed in the second half of the 19th Century and were a reaction against the Enlightenment (modernism). Almost all of the major thinkers of the late 19th Century made some contribution to fascist thinking, though there were a myriad of minor players. Some of the major ideas that contributed to this unholy brew were:  romanticism, Darwinian evolution, alienation, and existentialism. Even Marxism must be considered in the shaping of fascism since some of the prominent leaders, Mussolini, for example, were Marxists, though the movement in some respects, evolved into a reaction against Marxism. Both Marxism and fascism opposed classical liberalism, both were revolutionary, and advocates of absolute government. The Italian strain of fascism looked more to Machiavelli and the idealism of Hegel, while the Germanic version took more of a cue from Nietzsche and the German romanticists.

Alienation

There can be little doubt that fascism was in some way the result of the alienation that followed the industrial revolution of the 19th Century. Science, technology, political changes, the philosophy of the enlightenment, and economic realities, created a barrier to man’s unity with the natural world. The philosophy of the 19th Century described the cosmos as a giant machine. That man was machine-like, and part of the greater machine, led to the feeling of not only being isolated from his fellow man, but also from nature. Veith says:

Fascism is essentially a response to the alienation that has been a part of the spiritual landscape of the West since the Enlightenment.

Logic and rationalism, with their cold analyses and denial of basic human impulses, have seemed stifling, heightening the sense of alienation. If objective knowledge is alienating, subjective experience is liberating and healing. Authentic existence comes from unleashing the emotions, cultivating the subjective and irrational dimension of life. The attempts to resolve the dilemma of alienation, understandable as they are, would find concrete and political expression in fascism.[7]

Romanticism

Romanticism became the antidote to alienation. It asserted the value of the natural world in that it was seen not as a machine, but as a living organism. Nature must not be approached with reason and intellect, but by experience, emotions, and irrationalism, as opposed to rationalism. The immanence of God (or gods) was emphasized while transcendence was denied. Romanticism was also characterized by nostalgia for the past and an admiration for the primitive. It was believed that primitive cultures were morally superior because they were more in tune with the natural world. Isaiah Berlin in his book: The Roots of Romanticism, says:

Fascism too is an inheritor of romanticism, not because it is irrational—plenty of movements have been that– nor because of a belief in elites—plenty of movements have held that belief. The reason why Fascism owes something to romanticism is, again, because of the notion of the unpredictable will either of man or of a group, which forges forward in some fashion that is impossible to organise, impossible to predict, impossible to rationalise. That is the whole heart of Fascism.[8]

Darwinism

In a sense Darwinism was a refutation of romanticism which held that by observing the beauty and harmony of nature one could be taught lessons of harmony and peace. Darwinism, however, saw the other side of nature, i.e., struggle, violence and cruelty. The law of nature is the survival of the fittest. Progress comes from ruthless competition, the strong destroying the weak. Darwinists theorized that if progress comes from struggle on the natural level, it must also come about that way on the social level (Social Darwinism). Darwinism gave new notions of heredity, race and environment.  The Nazis took Darwinism to its natural conclusion: If you can breed better sheep by selective breeding why not human beings (eugenics)? Zeev Sternhell says Darwinism:

stripped the human personality of its sacramental dignity. It made no distinction between the physical life and the social life, and conceived of the human condition in terms of an unceasing struggle, whose natural outcome was the survival of the fittest.[9]

Much to the chagrin of modern-day evolutionists, Richard Weikart has written a whole treatise on the Nazi application of Darwinism to race and culture. If you want the proof, you will find it in:  From Darwin to Hitler. In this incredible volume, Weikart quotes a German zoologist to show the extent of the Darwinian application among Nazi-fascists. The scientist was Robby Kossman.

Where our consolation is

When  others acts push splinters through our souls

And into strangers ears we pour our woes..

When grief and sorrow shudder thriough our walls.

And whether all is lost we cannot know

When what is in or out we cannot tell

When fantasy and dream become confused.

When darts of agony are felt to maim each cell.

When sensibility is utterly bemused. .

He ,in whom I to trusted, wills to fail

For what he  claimed  was friendship  was desire.

Now pain and disappointment make  me frail;

With torment know this person was a liar.

Then, having lost all other means to live,
oo
We turn to darkness where our consolation is

Patience will not smart

After Xmas many people part
The bills appear, the credit card is maxed
Divorce appeals to those with strangled hearts

Is such action foolish,will it  smart?
Do you really want your true love axed?
After Xmas many people part

The ghosts of Xmas past may seem to taunt
As if from some old wardrobe they’re unpacked
Divorce may leave us all with mangled hearts

Crude hate with its afflictions hits the charts
Can’t we focus more on  love than lack?
After Feasts too many people part

Unlike the worms so humble in the dirt
We have faces angry and alert
Divorce may leave  the hasty with  sad hearts

Forgive  but  if you can’t,  can you forget?
We expect so much of Xmas that it hurts
After Xmas many people part
Divorce appeals, oh, cheer your strangled hearts

 

By our own ignoring we’re deranged

Our sado-masochistic people jump for joy
Taken in by ads and lies and rage
Soon enough we’ll find we are mere  toys

Johnson knows the tricks in his employ
While from each other, subjects are estranged
Our sado-masochistic people jump for joy

We think we want  the best but are destroyed
By our own ignoring we’re deranged
Soon enough we’ll find we are just toys

Too late now  for a message to convey
We chose helplessness and angst  to have their reign
Oh, sado-masochistic people jump for joy

We will be numbered  like the European Jews .
Our rulers  kept them out, oh moral stain
Soon enough we’ll find we ‘re numbered toys

Once we had  our heads to hold our brains
Now our minds are trapped like that of Cain
Sado-masochistic people jump for joy
Yet by  ignorant  suffering  we’re destroyed

 

 

Christ came down  as weak as candle light

In a stable with no heat or light
Who will celebrate the birth of God
When we each deny our rage and spite

Psychosis swallows up  the dark of night
The star that shepherds saw  has filled with blood
Above a stable with no heat or light

We live with fear, we  know who has the might
Can our  minds contain both  bad and good
When we each deny our rage and spite?

We fail to know how others suffer fright
That they are persons  too , not understood
 Christ came down  as weak as candle light

We are each a world, there is no fate 
I see the tears  run down the face of God
When we each  engage our rage and  spite

Shall we  lose in darkness  or in  flood?
Asked a  man   bereft of  his  true love
In a stable with no heat or light
Love is born, is  frozen, is denied

 

 

Watched by men who  look  without a face

Boris Johnson  thrown out by his wife
Now he has a different tole in life
He has a  girlfriend will he have more kids?
Lucian Freud was  surely up for this
They say he might have had perhaps  thirty   two
With all that sperm what is a man to do?
He could take Precautions as they say
I  prefer icecream  but let’s go  stray
Lucian Freud  was not a man to  rule
They say he once burned down his own Art School
He married once, he married twice but no
He would not be captured  in Soho
Beautiful and strange he made his mark
Boris Johnson   has a  nuclear heart
Winter will come down upon us all
Europe we are sad, almost appalled
Sadness for the surgeon who cured me
The cancer  grew  like rampant lush ivy
He is Greek and no-one else was skilled
To leave me looking   better  than God willed
Will he  go back   to where  his grandad  came?
Say a little prayer for my dear face
I don’t want  to suffer but  all will
We’ll die sooner,  sadly Boris kills
The NHS is  going slowly  to its grave
Watched by men who  look  without a face