Month: July 2020

After 30 minutes have past I get panes in my gut

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While I sniff at my lily of the valley soap from Yardley, I am thinking of  the spelling mistakes I am reading

M & S tell me

After 30 minutes have past you cannot change your order
Surely it is passed? Minutes pass.. pass is a verb.

Top Newspapers
Yesterday a journalist wrote  about putting someone  in a straightjacket

I think it should be straitjacket  and  probably is derived from Strait
If someone has a good degree, you’d expect them to know but
I find myself  making spelling mistakes when typing but not when using a pen

A strait is a naturally formed, narrow, typically navigable waterway that connects two larger bodies of water. Most commonly it is a channel of water that lies between two land masses.

Strait - Wikipedia

Some I made up

She suffers stomach panes
Can you see inside her?

He had a paned expression
Flat and made of glass?

I find love is full of panes
Draw the curtains!

She  past out  when she  took too much GNT

Where is your husband?
Oh, he has past
Past  history?
No,I mean he’s dead,passed on, passed over, passed by

I never knew your son had past history
He passed geography as well
But he’s been in jail
Not because he passed geography?
No,  because he stole a hearse
Difficult to get away with that
He hid in the coffin
Lucky he was not cremated!

I like strait skirts on slim ladies
Is it bondage?

You must stand up  strait.
That is hard when chained,

We sailed straight through Dover
You mean the Straits of Dover,I guess.

I past all my exams
Except English, they saw you hiding

Widen oh my eye, let colour play

From the Knott, we see this Morecambe Bay
We  eye the gentle  meadows where sheep roam
Across the sea the Lakeland Hills arrayed

From  a   town of mills to this display
The joy of beauty on  this scale unknown
From the Knott,hypnotic Morecambe Bay

Widen oh my eye, let colour play
The  green, the blue, the purple, white the foam
Across the sea the Lakeland Hills arrayed

The River Kent pours out its water,sighs
The viaduct excites the child with charm
From the Knott, we see grand  Morecambe Bay

At last we understand  true life  divine
From the train, we see the sea alarmed
Across the  Bay the Langdale Pikes align

For a while, forget the world, its harms
Let the air and water be our balm
From the Knott, we see vast Morecambe Bay
Across the sea the Lakeland Hills survey

 

Su doku for adults

In  any case,arrest the folk who’ve erred
Let them catch corona from a goat
A crossword can include four letter words

When you see fonts coming, you can swerve
Or fling yourself into the nearest boat
To think Su Doku’s vulgar is absurd

Keep your outline covered by a coat
Play your flute while all go out to vote
A crossword might include four letter words
To think Su doku adult is absurd

 

Boris Johnson raised  up from the dead

The Tower of Babel fell down in the night
The people spoke but noone could reply
We  cried out but noone listened then
Nor did we salvage much  from wrecked Big Ben

Boris Johnson raised  up from the dead
His pleasures once , pre- flu,  lay in the bed
He spread his seed about  so it’s no boast
To  bear his child nor feed him Sunday roast

He will lead the country out of sin
His  brilliant way:  to  stop  us logging in
No more one click books  or   toys for sex
No more screws and curtain rails to fix.

Ah now enjoy the peace  of empty space
Yet we  grieve for lack of an embrace

Embrace the silent peace

Underneath the silence there is peace
A stratum clear ;a different way of life
With music ‘s just discernible relief

In the calm we find a pure release
Love can heal the wounds of a sharp knife
We embrace the silence ,welcome peace

The self may break ,may shake in disbelief
Render us to fragments,soul denied
Does music give discernible relief?

Do not bury loss and hide your grief
We mourn what’s gone and those who have late died
Company in silence brings us peace

Did you see your body lying creased
On the bed below your hiding place?
Play with music, pray for some relief

I find myself lie broken in a box
A jigsaw needing time beyond the clocks
Underneath the silence there is peace
I pray the silent music brings relief

What I learned at school

white and gray cat in brown woven basket
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And,furthermore,never begin a sentence with  but or and
Mary woke up from her recurring dream of  being back at school.This teacher had not spoken,she had just written it on the blackboard.Mary could see it in her mind’s eye
What is annoying about such dreams is that we forget what led up to the statement
Did she mean but or butt,Mary thought.How do I interpret my dream?
She kicked her partner on the butt… is that ungrammatical
Similary, is it wrong to say let’s shake  hands?
It may be morally wrong during a pandemic ,but that is not to do with punctuation
Mary told herself ironically
Emile ran in and mewed loudly.
I have been up all night, he cried
Up what,Mary asked?
Up the red maple tree
How did you get down?
I closed my eyes and fell onto the hawthorne hedge
How fortunate we have no Statue or War Memorial here,Mary thought
Well, before you climb up anything, check whether you can get down without risk
That could be applied to  our PM who caught Covid-19 to get a rest from politics but he might have died.If you are  not comfortable with leadership, do not seek it,Mary whispered.
Cats don’t suffer from those problems,Emile informed her.
I wish I were a cat then we could move out together into the woods and fields,Mary murmured
Too cold,Emile said politely
I had an odd dream, she told him.
“Odd ” as in “numbers?”
No “odd” as in “peculiar”
What?
About grammar, she replied.Oxford commas, spliced commas,where to put question marks
Well,I don’r know how the human race has survived

Nor do all of us

 

Entertainment,sadism, power

On a hilltop not so far from Rhyl
Mother took us to the Zoo as Mothers will
The wind was strong and cold, the air was harsh
Although it was in August, not in March

Vultures  in enclosures   chained by leg
Like convicts in a prison   full of dread
When they vainly  tried to  get away
I felt their faith and hope dismayed

Who had chosen birds like these to show?
Even God himself would never know
Entertainment,sadism, power
Making people pay  and  children cower

When we got back  to the station I was sick
What cruel minds  played such a trick?

Are commas?

He sent me a fragment, of my sentence.
Thirty,I cannot speak.
Is it days or years?Let’s split the infin-itive.
I never knew Oxford was full of, commas
Did you?
Yes,of course.
A spliced comma is like a rope
Used for tying up boats.
The strands are inter-linked to for a new whole.
That is the theory or ,more correctly, the image or metaphor..
Can a theory be  a simile?
I do not mean smilie.
Though I do, like a smile,
Cheer you up
If you can see
The Oxford Comma is taught in New Zealand but not in Oxford.

Like an oboe singing as I pray

Precisely when we fell in love’s unclear
I knew your humour and  your eager ways
I  can’t imagine  when you were not dear

The deeper is the love, the more the fear
That one  must go, the other one must  stay
Exactly when we fell in love’s unclear

All alone, it is your voice I hear
Like an oboe singing as I pray
I  can’t imagine  when you were not dear

I see you in the room I know you’re here
I must not look, or I shall have to pay
Exactly when we fell in love’s unclear

I see your head  lean onto mine so near
From my reverie I must not stray
I  can’t imagine  when you were not dear

As we ambled, wandered on  our way
I did not know the ending of our Play
Precisely when we fell in love’s unclear
From this world’s creation, you were dear

 

 

The waistland

The Waistland by T S Telescope
The Long Waist of Time by W H Audacity
A Waste of Honey by A, Jung-Lady 
Look Whinger on this Hire Land Now by  A.Writespeare
A Good Figure Brooks No Waste by Colbert Arnstein

Where is the my waist. doctor ?
I can’t feel anything
Neither can I.

You are too  fat
It’s for when Brexit happens
You can live off it?
In more than one way.
I see, you are a mathematician
How did you guess?
Did you not study Probability?
Probably.
It’s hard to discern the meaning here, or is  it my grammar?
Don’t be afraid to have more than two   possibilities
How many is ideal?
Three
Is that the Trinity
A Trinity
This theology is getting me down
Nearer the ground where the worms and beetles live
Is  that good?
Probably
I see a photon
You can’t see them but do you see with them?
I wish I could buy some
They are not spectacles, you know
Well,  are they fireworks?
Or Watches for the Blind  and Radios for the Dead
Do you mean deaf?
Pardon?

Strange things I’ve done over the years

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I fell to the ground when I saw  through a hotel window,Lincoln Cathedral floodlit at Easter rime
And also when I saw a Picasso drawing.
Put elastoplast on a broken tooth [ no use]
Cut my sister’s hair so short, it looked like she had nits.I was trying to get both sides even and we didn’t go to  a hairdresser
Went to the public library twice a day [ as a child]
Stopped correcting a colleague’s lack of  absolute  precision in his maths lectures in fronr of the students
Wore a skirt I bought for 6d [2.5  pence in modern money] to go out for dinner.
I got it in a jumble sale
Lacking knowledge of how to dress wore dresses miles to big for me to go out with my boyfriends on the principle, if you can get into it, then it’s ok.I had no idea of sizing etc as
my mother made our clothes.I was so thin that almost everything was too big
including a horrible grey men’s duffelcoat [very warm]
Went to church daily to tell God I hated him.No answer!Gave up
Climbed up a cliff like structure near Ilkley and could not get down.A kind man helped me
Asked my mother if I could go to University when I was five ….

A bit more grammar

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Should have vs Should of

This is traditional grammar but as time goes by grammar changes a little
I should think so!

Should have vs Should of

    


The loss caused by habits

“For it is only habit and memory that dulls the physical passion. Without memory, each night is the first night, each morning is the first morning, each kiss and touch are the first.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein’s Dreams

Obsessions,time and space and Einstein’s  power.

Nightmares full of clocks without their dials
Obsessions,time and space and Einstein’s errors
Feeling I will soon  face scornful trials
As armed police arrive to scan my files
Nightmares full of useless clocks undialled
Without the face there is no plangent smile
Eyeless as in Gaza,   flung by  terror
Nightmares full of clocks without their dials
Obsessions,time and space and Einstein’s  power.

Moderation is a pleasant state



We  keep ourselves  afloat by  simple rules

Each country keeps a common time and date

Forget this and they’ll feel you are a fool


We need our clocks, we need a brief schedule

We need a phone or watch so we’re not late

We  keep ourselves  afloat by  simple rules




However  we may get obsessed and cruel

Moderation is a pleasant state

Forget this and you’ll feel you are a fool




We do not live in prison,unlike school

We need our inch of freedom,life’s not fate

We  keep ourselves  afloat by  simple rules


Don’t  be a wooden puppet or a tool

The frame, the rules allow us to create

Forget this and you’ll feel you are a fool




Flex the rules, it;s easy to stagnate

Ask for pardon,  love will be your mate

We  keep ourselves  afloat by  simple rules

Ignore this and you’ll learn you are a fool


 

	


	



			
				


			

			
I feel you near
		
	
	

		






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The pattern of your speech is in my ear

 Although I do not hear you speak out loud

 Shall I say ear or is it heart that bears 

The form that made your speech have its right sound? 


Wherever in myself I find your trace

 I long to keep it even when I grieve. 

As though, because I do not see your face,

 I never wish by sound to be deceived. 


And at the end you did not speak at all 

Like the baby while inside its nest.

 Yet with your eyes you made a final call 

As contented as a baby joined to breast. 


 Too soon you went, but left your patterns here

. With  prosody, I feel you  very near



	


	



			
				


			

			
How punctuation can alter meaning
		
	
	

		
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I’d like to know what you think about what I have written below.


“I have never dwelt in realms of gold;

But there are many stories never told.

Suffering our own sentences we find

A home that welcomes, our more liberal minds”


If you examine the last sentence, you will see that the comma makes a big difference


Without a comma, we already have more liberal minds but need a home for them.

With the comma,  in finding a welcoming home we will then be able to discover our more liberal minds.I

If we don’t feel safe then  our minds will  become narrower, more defensive.This seems to be what has happened in British politics since the Referendum

On the other hand, just in my little street we are helping each other and it is so good  to feel neighbours will help me get food or Prescriptions.Trouble can draw us together

We have a page for our street and some photos like  our last Street Party.Try to set one up in your street.


 

	


	



			
				


			

			
Love as if  today’s your last
		
	
	

		
Broken teeth and feet of clay

Sunday now so let us pray

Lord we’re lost and ruled by knaves

Yet they tell us we are saved

Pray for peace and pray for aid

Pray for drowning emigres

How can  the rich toy with  young girls

Deny they’ve sinned,deny they erred

Why are people still so poor

Making clothes for us to wear

Better by a million  times

Was saving up  and playing games

 I bought  my satchel, bought my pen

Then  my life  of  rhymes began

Come back neighbours, come back care

We are here and   we will dare

Love as if  today’s your last

Life goes by,  let’s be our best




 

	


	



			
				


			

			
Drinking lemonade and eating beer
		
	
	

		
Feel so happy, you are with me here

Drinking lemonade and eating beer

Sucking roast potatoes,blasting meat 

Waiting for the chocolate  and the tweets


I  have total liberty from fear

Though panic rode its horses through the mere

I  stood by the gatepost  with a gun

Why shoot horses when they want to run?


I should wear tweed trousers  and a hat

Can tweed be washed  with soap  while lying flat?

Can I have some shoes that leak and swell?

I want to get arthritis in my dell


I see my erstwhile lover in the sun

If there is  a climax  life can stun

	


	



			
				


			

			
Sitting on a tin opener and other notions
		
	
	

		
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I  meant to write earlier but as I was sitting here  musing,i heard a strange noise.I could not figure out what it was at all

Until I discovered I had been sitting on  a battery operated tin opener

During the night,I  thought I heard a sound like siren but  quieter

I walked about  but could not locate it.I went back to bed but still heard

After a while I thought it must be 8.00 am but it was only 6 am

So I decided lying down was better for my knees……..

So you understand  why I am a bit behind schedule…. as I also  found my account book and lost it again when it was next to me on a little table.

I deccided I hate  Noam Chomsky.I have no reason for that except he seems to be productive despite being  rather aged.Why should I have a reason?Well, we can’t go round hating people for no reason.Maybe they  remind us of some relative who was often cruel, maybe it’s something from before we learned language… an atmosphere?

So if we hate someone, it’s more about us than them

That is all I can say  don’t drop a battery operated tooth brush into the bath  or someone will think a bomb is going off

	


	



			
				


			
				


			

			
Congestion
		
	
	

		
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Please buy  a bicycle and sell your car


Please do not steal this Road Sign.


This Sign was  made by mistake.We may use it eventually


The next Sign  tells you where the toilets are.It’s about 50 miles down the road


 Danger.Floods.Please don’t pass water on this road.


Do not take a selfie with this sign.It may create a paradox


If you want  fish and chips, do NOT ring 999.


If you are psychic, are there traffic jams ahead?

	


	



			
				


			

			
Writing is an abstract  form of speech
		
	
	

		
I am no longer me, a treasured wife

I  drop abandoned,like a dirty sheet

I  crawl up this  sheer mountain, it’s my life


I curse the name of God in my pained strife

All my home’s in chaos, none to greet

I am no longer me, a treasured wife


I  become  so still, I’m mesmerised

A soft grey creature from damp Irish peat

I   can’t crawl up this mountain,  where’s my life?


Loch Ness has its depth, the monsters thrive

Do not let me be their  food, their meat

I am no longer me  a treasured wife


A solution, what can be contrived

Every piece of anarchy will greet

Where is my former self when love has died?


Writing is an abstract  form of speech

One can  learn, though my mind has itd ditch

I am no longer a much treasured wife

I  crawl up this  mountain , this is life


 


 


 


 

	


	



			
				


			

			
No signs
		
	
	

		
Please ignore all road signs.

Danger, floods ahead

Danger,old folk bathing in puddle

Danger,lower the lifeboat

If you know sign language, please  indicate.

Do not  drive past or through this sign.

We told you.

Quicksands,please lie flat and do not wriggle.

Thank you for visiting Morecambe.Come again soon unless dead

Morecambe, the haunted Lancashire shore.

	


	



			
				


			

			
Bereft
		
	
	

		






 
 
 
  
 
  
 
  
 
  
  




Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft

Rain and shadowed clouds would suit our mood

When we are the warp without the weft


As if we are the pen and no ink’s left

As if we hunger yet there is no food

Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft


Our mind slows down and all we do is drift

Evil thoughts into the soul intrude

Like we are the warp without the weft


Let the eye and all its muscles rest

With wider focus we may cease to brood

Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft


Do not try with will power nor it test

Relaxing brings us  knowledge of the good

We take it in like babies at the breast


We must not test the will but let it go

Trust the ocean and eternal flow

Sometimes sunshine makes us feel bereft

Sometimes sunshine brings us touching gifts



	


	



			
				


			

			
The hate that frees,the love that too close binds
		
	
	

		
Travelling down these sentences we find

Unknown,unsought, unthought, but always real

A home where we can rest our fragile minds


The people dropped,the habits left behind.

The good, the mediocre, what we steal

While travelling with the sentences we find


The hate that frees,the love that too close binds

The heart, the soul, the body, how we feel

For homes where we can rest our fragile minds


The touch that chills, the distances unkind

Unwished for yet demanding all the soul.

Unravelling are our sentences unblind


. The freezing looks,the glories undermined

Ill timed,ill gotten, ills both new and old,

Hedge homes where we could rest our fragile minds


I have never dwelt in realms of gold;

But there are many stories never told.

Suffering our own sentences we find

A home that welcomes, our more liberal minds

	


	



			
				


			

			
Haunted
		
	
	

		




The face that was familiar is no more 

Yet he haunts me in my dreams and days 

I miss him for his judgment and his heart 

The face that was familiar is no more

 Yet in my mind’s eye I can see him now 

Humorous and kind , I am distraught

 He haunts me in my dreams and in my days 

The face that was familiar is no more


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Caught by geese and God
		
	
	

		






I remember all the humorous things we did 

Peering into windows lit by lamps 

Climbing cliffs then chased by geese and dog 

Walking down from Redcar,sea so still 

After Saltburn Pier, the cliffs high jump 

I remember all the funny things we did 

Wandering Whitby in a sea grey smog 

Eating a pork pie cut into lumps

Climbing cliffs then chased by geese and dog 

Old Hunstanton ,white sands where we’d sit 

The wild spikes of the gorse spread out unclamped

I remember all the colours,scents and that 

I feel the joy inside my heart is lit 

Woe is leavened by old nature’s stamp 

Climbing high then chased through mud by dogs 

We see, in shadows, shades are not so stark 

In Studland Bay astonished by skylarks   

I remember all the humour and the love 

Climbing cliffs then caught by geese and God



	


	



			
				


			

			
I don’t
		
	
	

		
Hello, this  is my fiancee ,Amy.

How dare you get married?

It’s simple.we just say, I do.

But I’m your mother

I don’t!


What is for dinner today?

It’s on page 674 ,Fanny Farmer


Can I have a  new bicycle?

It’s ” may I’

Funny name for a bike.


Where are the eggs?

We have enough children already


I am going out  tonight

You sound like a candle

That’s why I am going out


Were you always rude?

No, just since I got married

That’s awful

Well, it’s worth it

Why?

I am afraid of the dark

But what about the day time?

She works 12 hours a day

At what?

A hospital

I understand the stress.

She’s a psychiatrist

They are the worst

At what?

Keeping calm