Month: May 2022

Power and dementia

I read that people who have dementia may be in a place where they are not receiving enough attention,

And it’s true

I see the underlying belief namely that we are in control of our speech and behaviour despite that we know how people react must be linked to where they live and which part of their country they live in

You call it the context of their life and we are all affected by this.People trapped in Ukraine will have feelings different from ours in the UK

It’s a bit like the frame of a picture.Some make it look much better.

That’s how retiring from work we enjoy can make us feel like a different person.

So we may need to do new things and maybe meet new people to build a structure again

I meant to comment on demented people shouting

It’s not all their fault it’s their context.

Anyone at all might shout if they endured the situation of these sufferers.

It also ocurrs to me that what other people do we think they do deliberately but judging outselves we we are kinder as we know fatigue, grief,getting out of the wrong side of the bed can make us say or do thoughtless things

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Power is at the root of it and they have so little power except being a nuisance

I notice some have penetrating voiced and uncanny crying like a baby with an adult larynx

There was one in the hospital but the voice had no individuality.They each sound like the others.

Can it be the animal cry that

predates speech? 

I heard one say to a nurse

If only I could be normal for one  hour

Katherine 4 May 2022

Spring war

The freshness of spring air soothes human souls

Except there is a war where Russia fights

So our happy feelings can’t take hold

Though late,spring air does soothe our anxious souls

Mr Putin’s mind is very cold.

In nothing nature does can he delight

Soft the sunny air on stricken souls

The freshness of spring air soothes human souls

Except for a grave war old Russians fights

At rest

We trudged across the cinders to the seats

By the lovely flowerbeds so sweet

I had wanted to play out with skipping ropes

But Daddy made me take him to the park

Another day it was the bowling green

The grass well cared for looked so very clean

The round balls clicked if they just touched or bumped

Not like cricket, bowls did not have stumps

I preferred the flowers,they were the best

Later they were laid for him at rest.

One more for our convenience

Why did God not give us all three eyes.

Two to use and one lest we go blind.

Whatever God may be that’s not his way

Loss and gain are how we grow each day

Joy and sorrow mingle like two streams

The living waters bring us all we need

My watercolour love

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Though our colours mingled, the earliest remain.
Two watercolor paintings without frames,
Became one picture over time,
Yet two of us still there.
Our colours blended naturally,
Now all the hues are shared.

I love your colours flowing into mine:
Together they have made a new design.
A Watercolor painted by the rain;
We shall go, but our Watercolor Love will still remain

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Inner wealth

Picasso birthday card

What’s the point of talking to yourself.

If noone listens then go somewhere else

You must listen too or it’s not fair

Equal acts demand a proper share.

Giving and receiving balance well.

Else the talking takes us all to Hell.

Hell is other people Sartre said

Was he referring to his life in bed?

I would not consent to give myself

To a man without some inner wealth

I don’t mind the paucity of dress

Still a jacket must not me distress.

I’d like to steal one for the pocket space.

Women’s clothes are often a disgrace

Psycho

My own photo

I have no love left in my heart today
and neither do I wish to talk or pray
for I am feeling psycho in my mood
So here I search and that’s the way I brewed
Soaking is a wasteful stupid act
Light rumination ,I think  truly daft
Better far to cast the burden down
And go to see a film about a clown

Now I can’t unravel my own mind

Is God no longer able to design?

Proofs by Thomas did not enlighten me

I asked for help with this but I cannot see

Candlelight


At the very edge of human sight
Places we don’t go till in despair
Love is waiting like a golden light

The world in panic, will the virus bite?
Noone ever said this world is fair
At the very edge of human sight

Is there really danger of such might,
Where our hidden fears emerged dark ,bare
Love is fading where’s the sun, the light?

Panic like a virus can ignite
Responses that are worse than germs out there
At the very rim of human sight

Our defences that are usually adroit
Now lie like dead young soldiers unrepaired
Love is fading to a weaker light

The still,small voice is quieter than a bird
The storm is passing by, will it be heard?
At the very edge of human sight
Love is dying,looks like candlelight

In the box again

Pay Father.

You are the penitent so should I pay?

I meant, Pray

I ate my packed lunch at 11am

Your sins are too dull .my child Have you no sins of humour?

What is a mortal sin? The opposite of an immortal sin.

Is that funny?

What is a venial sin?.It is a sin committed by snakes.

Do they choose to have venom?

Do we choose to have sex hormones ?

Do you have a firm purpose of amendment?

When I am elected President,yes

Scruples are a sin.If you did not aspire to be perfect you would not have àny.

God has not died.He has moved house.

My husband has a rubber face

Art by Katherine


My husband has a rubber face,
He’s a member of the human race.
Some men have faces fixed and set;
My husband’s face is not like that.

He imitates our politicians,
Just like Rory Bremner can.
Though he has no wig or hair piece,
He can look like anyone.

Some nights I waken for I'm laughing
While I am quite sound asleep.
I am dreaming of his mobile features,
Contorted to a different shape.

He is skilled at telling jokes.
And he loves a good cartoon.
If I am suffering flu type blueness
He can get me well again.

He has a rather noble visage.
He gets attention he abhors.
In the bar on King’s Cross Station—
I was asked was he a Lord!

He’s a Lord of Fun and Humour.
He’s a Lord at Listening Well.
He’s unique, but so are you,
And all creatures that on earth do dwell

British people comfort yourselves

You won’t have to pay a heating bill when you are dead

The currency in heaven is love not power.

Shops are hot so take a folding chair and sit down to read the paper.

How does Hell stay hot?

Is it fair?

Once you go you can’t come back

So be patient and wise.Go to the library instead

Why not read pornography to get hotter?

It might be free!

Be like a child.Get a skipping rope.

Get some balls and crack your own nuts.Only if you have a cracker

Pretend it’s Nov 5th and have a bonfire.

Not wise if you have no yard or garden.

You can collect wood to burn or why not get rid of your furniture?

Get another cat and let them sleep with you.Mine woke me up milking my hair.

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The fearful truth

Yiddish spoken here my love my dear

You must know I’m nearly always here

But human love cannot wipe out all fear

For fantasies of monsters with cruel leers

Simplify the structures of the world

Exonerate the leaders who have failed

Say it’s just the Jews who are to blame

Jesus was a Jew who called us home

Can any State succeed without the whole?

Can human love be bought by force alone?

Force destroys the trust of every soul.

Where is the answer, where the care that molds?

Yiddish was destroyed when noone spoke

In defence of Jews and other folk

For the Yiddish speakers met their death

Evil rose up with neglected breath

We must not read the News nor be distressed

Listen to the humble, then confess

The poetry of love

Mike Flemming copyright

The words don’t matter but the rhythm does
Verbal music gratifies the mind
Nonsense can be poetry and love

The sun is setting , where’s the turtle dove?
Music dances though it’s writ on lines
The words don’t matter but the rhythm does

I like Jabberwocky just because
It makes me learn the value of design
Nonsense can be poetry with love

Looking at the stars we see above
The moon is silver like a silent sigh
The words don’t matter but the meaning does

Now I eat my meal,I miss my dove
I hum and sing as I eat my pork pie
Nonsense can be poetry,my love

Bring the glasses, bring the oldest wine
All must share the music,it’s divine
The words don’t matter but the rhythm does
Nonsense is the poetry of love

The hard life

I remember well the agony
My swollen feet as tortured as the Christ
How could I think well when this struck me?

The boss was never prone to Charity.
Unlike Jesus I would never rise
I  remember well that agony

My mind was absent I could barely see.
I could not get away unless I died
How could I think well when this struck me?

I laughed when I read that all men are free.
They did not know that everyone will lie
I remember formless agony

I should have crawled away,I could not be
Why did I not find a better guide
How could I think well when this struck me?

How did I exist as murdered bride
The  spear invisible in my own side.
I think that most good people would agree
The world was never made for folk like me

Going to uni cured my chilblains

Dead cat needs no food

Do you have health issues.If your parents were poor you got a full grant.Then I could afford decent shoes and study in centrally heated library

If you hope to do this you may know that getting a grant big enough to live on is no longer possible

You even have to pay fees

However the library is still warm.

Or do a shameful deed and you will get a hot flush.

No it’s not just the menopause!

You are not very poor if prt1

My photo taken with my phone

You eat more than one kind of cheese.

You eat the best bread in the shops

You have 2 pairs of shoes

You have eggs and bacon for breakfast

Each of the family has his own bedroom ( not under the stairs)

Your cat won’t catch mice as it is well fed by you.

You have a gaming computer

You take several holidays a year not including your garden or the park as holiday venues.

If you don’t agree be polite

What to eat if you are poor

My hand

Potato peel soup ghttps://www.cheapskatecook.com/potato-peel-soup/

INGREDIENTS

Cheapskate cook see link above

  • 2 tbsp butter or oil
  • 1 cup onion, chopped
  • 1 cup carrots, chopped (optional)
  • 1 1/2 cups potato peels, (

This is a genuine recipe but how much food value does it have?

If you use milk as part of the liquid it helps even more

If you can afford cheese to grate over your soup it adds protein

On the other hand if you can afford milk and cheese and you have some pasta why not make

Macaroni Cheese

And just have potato peel soup for a lighter hot meal.

Can we use carrot peel?

Probably but I have not seen a recipe.

First to go 2

One of two. dies first the lucky one

The other dwells alone for love has gone

From tender arms her lover has been tirn

Yet from their love a spirit new is born

Emptiness is filled with painful grace.

God’s spirit holds the lost in her embrace

Praise these creatures in the grime

Winter weather, frost, grey sky,
See white geese and silver stars.
Two cooing doves with collars red,
Are watching out for seeded bread.

From the sun, low in the sky,
Light falls slantwise to my eyes.
Trees bud, though invisibly,
Nothing that our eyes can see.

Bulbs shoot up from dark cold soil
Where worms and beetles quietly toil.
We take for granted air and sky,
Love the birds we see fly by.

But who can love the worms and slugs
And those creatures we call bugs?
So in our dark cold winter time,
Praise these creatures in the grime.

Without these worms, our crops would die.
No cornfields for us to lie,
Amidst the poppies’   wild red  blooms.
So we forget all winter’s gloom
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Praise the snails and bees and ants
For these and spiders, let’s give thanks.
As the lightness needs the dark,
From darkness come life-giving sparks.

Enrich darkness with our gifts.
Look not always to the swift.
Slow and patient like these worms,
Nature’s lowness is my theme

Knit

How to kni

How to knit your first row

How to knit: You must have two large needles. You put one under each arm., So far I’ve not gone beyond that but it’s hard to keep them under my arms all day. I gather I need some wool. Is this what is known as “wool-gathering”?I buy some wool in the shop and come back.I have to “cast on” so that’s why men go boating so they can “cast off”…

To cast on you make a loop in the wool and slide it onto the needle. It’s easier using thick wool and thick needles. This loop is your first stitch. To make another, insert the right-hand needle into the loop, wrap the wool around it and pull it through the first loop then slide it onto the needle giving you two stitches. Repeat one hundred times and you now have your first row

Isn’t it hard explaining how to knit! It’s harder if you use sewing needles. think I’ll cook instead.

By the way, row is pronounced to rhyme with sewing. Otherwise, you’d be knitting your first argument and why would you do that?

In the local park

By the flowerbed Dad and I would talk

In 1952 he still could walk

We spent the afternoon in Willows Park

At least there were some sparrows if not larks.

He wore a jacket made of thinning tweed

He felt cold in summer hence the need

He smoked cheap cigarettes I love their smell

Though they killed you Daddy I know well.

I did not understand that God was frail

I prayed for you but all to no avail.

The Jews in Auschwitz must have prayed at first

Then singing Kaddish stumbled to their deaths

God cannot be judged though humans can

Each Jew was a real person like I am

Wounded by Katherine

Every living person is another world

In its Imagination Europe failed

But could Daddy have been saved for ten more years?

Does even the best neighbour really care?

Few will help us mourn the ones we lost

Their feeble hearts just cannot bear the cost

Am I a saint myself for I am frail

Hiding from the lightning and the hail

That optimism

Well I’m sorry you have cancer but look on the bright side

Your weight is ideal now

By Katherine

For what?

I see you have got thinner.How did you manage it?

I had a nervous breakdown.

So it did you a favour.you will live longer

Unless you get run over by a car container.

Your train crashes

A burglar attacks you

You go for a walk on the M25

You ride a bike down the North Circular midday

You get a gas leak at night

Your toddler gets hold of the Carving knife.

You date psychopaths

You are homeless

You are too poor to eat well.

You have been entertaining suicidal thoughts

You die rescuing a child from

a burning house

You are hit by slates from a roof in a storm worse than any since 1987

What did you mean?

Oh come you to hell

What the Spock are you doing?

My life was full of executions

Stop making dolls cookies

I don’t have a doll

Well prove it.

I need axioms

Let Axi keep his and tell me yours

I don’t blunderstand any more

Go our and look for the lists

What lists?

The catalysts

Don’t bring that. muddy cat into it.

Where were we?

In Florence

Why?

We fell out in Rome.

That’s no surprise

You are too fooled for tea

So how about a Sandwich

No I want a Dover soul

Go mop up well

Photo by Katherine copyright

Oh, clock

What the shell do you preen?

Oh well dog ram it again

This is an oral exam you fluddy butt base

Don’t talk to me like that

Like what, you moonatic

Stop inventing words

Why you Rupert ban?

I love your hauteur

Where the gel is that.?

Up skewers

I hate you, cow.

I am consulted

I won’t pray a few

You are so mean it’s hard to prescribe

Be off you friend.Go blot up hell