Accidentally tread on someone’s face As you run for president again Make sure all their features are erased Knowingly tread on the human face It’s not evil, it is just bad taste The devil is a clown, we feel no strain Incidentally tread on someone’s face As you run for president again
Stan had eaten too much pizza because he was extremely ravenous from doing the washing. and hanging it up on the mulberry trees in his long garden Now he felt lazy and other worldly and liable to have visions..Now and then he saw an angel whom he called Yael in his home.But having looked up Yael on a website he realised she was not a very nice woman unlike his dear wife Mary.So he was planning a new name for the angel with her permission Do you mind if I change your name,he enquired gently when Yael came in through the French window. Well,what to? Yael asked him familiarly How about Ysabel? Stan offered.It’s got just an extra b and s. Or how about,Sybael? You seem fond of b and s, the angel answered in confusion. It was just mere chance,said Stan somewhat defensively. Ok I’ll take Sybael,the angel said loudly . I want to change my name too, said Emile the cat. How about Mebiles or Melibes or Eimbles…. I don’t know, pouted the cat haughtily. How about Semile,said Stan.Though it has no letter b in it, he brooded They all pondered quietly as the sun shone in through the window and made a lovely lacy pattern on the wall. In came Mary,Stan’s sweet and aged wife and his computer aided extension into the bargain. You are very quiet,she murmured.What’s going on here ? We are trying to find a new name for Emile,Stan told her as Sybael waved her wings about. It seems very draughty in here,Mary said.And Emile can’t change his name because it will change his personality. I didn’t know I had a personality,the little cat purred noisily. It is what is most characteristic of you.For example, if you always hurt those you love then you have a cruel personality or you have got diabetes.Some people want love but they are too harsh and demanding. So true,Stan added pensively as he thought back over his life. Anyway,I have some awful news,Mary went on. You just won’t believe this but Dorothy Grey who lives at the bottom of the hill has just had a heart attack. How come,Stan asked? She had an online love relationship with a rather peculiar but intriguing and clever elderly man who turned out to be a sadist in disguise.So when she ended it he flew over and attacked her with an air gun and some cat’s claws which he had bought from a cat market Is he a wizard,asked Emile. No, he flew on a stolen magic carpet from Persia. Persian carpets,I’d love one here said the cat greedily as he imagined sticking his claws into it and milking it. Actually it’s a kind of plane,said Stan. knowledgeably How boring ,said Mary feebly Anyway Dorothy was so shocked her arteries spasmed and she is in A and E now on morphine,she added. What a shame that she got that instead of a spasm elsewhere….Stan muttered thinking of Freud and fountain pens. But who’d have sex with such a horrible old man? Mary asked in puzzlement. An equally horrible old woman,maybe? Stan riposted laughing. Any way it all goes to show the dangers of online love, he informed the room. It’s not real love,is it, because in real love the other person is as important to you as yourself.Mary said theologically. Well. now Eros is a kind of love,too.But many old men just want their washing done and a companion.Eros has departed from their world. Sybael smiled and then flew out of the window. What was that noise, said Mary anxiously. Just an angel’s wings,said Stan quietly If only Dorothy had seen an angel instead of that harsh old man she might be much better now.Mary mused. But not everyone can see them.Their world seems full of horrible old men and beautiful young women Emile winked at Stan and then ran out to chase a butterfly amongst the scented tulips.. there were lots of angels there every day but only he knew that. Angels don’t like big modern cities but they like old abbeys and cathedrals,moorlands and mountains; places where such things used to be before post modernist architecture took over. And cat’s claws are not meant for scratching your loved ones either.And online dating should be avoided except with atheists and agnostics.They are less judgemental about women’s place and roles.It’s strange how harsh many religious people are.Harsh and unforgiving.Very strange it is,thought Stan as he boiled the teapot on the fire to sterilise it Let’s all have a nice cup of tea,he murmured. And we’ll pray for the living and the dead And so say all of us.Amen Pass the apple pie.Thanks
My old blue fountain pen allows The ink across this page to flow Like wet paint from an artist’s brush, And words come in a rush. Enchanted by the hand that writes . Bewitched by art,beauty alights The script is like a music score Through which we step as through a door, Imagination’s home. As,mysteriously, to you, to me, The spirits of our hearts are tamed , By rhythms of pen,of brush, of mind, They enter vision quite unplanned, Like moths to flutter softly round Fire joined heart and hand The pen slows down,the hand grows still, And ,just as dreams at daybreak will, They shrink,they disappear,they’re gone Like dew dies in hot sun
How can learning poetry by heart help us to be more grounded, happy, calm people? “Let me count the ways,” says Rachel Kelly, who has suffered from anxiety. Whenever she’s feeling wobbly, she finds reciting lines of poetry is grounding, validating and connects her to others who have felt as she is feeling in this moment. And it’s something we can all do: poetry we’ve learned to recite means we have another voice inside us that’s always there, a kind of on-board first responder in times of psychological need.
There’s also a certainty and stability about being able to conjure those words: