Year: 2022

The face within your face

You revealed the face within your face
Human,lowly,humbler than an ant
The pathos in your eyes made sad my gaze
The other face, defended, has no grace
With it ,you appear quite confident.
Yet you revealed to me your hidden face
I know now of the suffering of your days
A fear of tragic pasts feared imminent
The pathos in your eyes made sad my gaze
The mental torment heavy all your days.
Yet you must hide from men intolerant
You revealed the face within your face
Like martyrs, you were tortured and disgraced
You wandered feebly,lost, itinerant
The pathos in your eyes makes sad my days
If Love exists then would that not embrace
The lost, the lonely, even the vagrant?
You revealed the face within your face
The pathos in your eyes made me feel base

Isolation makes me feel alone

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This isolation is not good for me
Unless there is a God,how could it be?

The viruses are not like friends who talk
Yet they can come with you on a walk

Invisible to naked human eyes
Viruses are now akin to spies

Who is watching me as I write this?
I’ve now forgotten who Paul Dirac was

Should I block the camera with white tape?
It might bring me some pleasure,ah, too late

Is it wrong for women to read books
New ideas might make us into freaks

Yesterday was warm but now it snows
I’ve got itchy spots and feel morose

Should I buy merino knickers now?
Should I breed some sheep or just a cow?

Why algebra exists is really queer
If you spot it then you are a seer.

Rings and groups and donuts are germane
Topology has driven me insane

What is small yet makes the gradient clear?
Calculus is like an atmosphere

Did you say Eureka in the bath?
It means you’ve met yourself without the glass

The microphone is faulty I proclaim
Perhaps I’m going deaf, we’re all insane

The phone is complex, perfect and effete
I cannot hear the voices when they speak

I got up in the night and wet my pants
That’s my husband’s ghost, the miscreant!

I had to wash pyjamas every day
4 pairs are enough if you are gay

Imagine

The four dimensional shapes in Dirac’s head

broke into four much simpler shapes instead.

How can we dream of 4 dimensions when

The head has only 3 in any man?

The complex brain imagines when it can

We could look inside its wider scan

Dreams bring more dimensions visions grand

then we turn to food like fish and chips

Mathematics tortures as I knit.

In the end it’s patterns that we need

The rhythm of Life a slower nature bteeds

Words matter

https://www.nytimes.com/2022/02/11/opinion/words-jews-antisemitism-whoopi-goldberg-apology.htmlThe Talmud teaches, “The world exists only in the merit of the person who restrains him or herself at the time of an argument” (Chullin 89a). Words create narratives. Words have the ability to disrupt, provoke and uproot, and in a world that is divided, they can cause terrible harm. Building false narratives about Jews — or any other group for that matter — can destroy. In Nazi Germany, Jews were dehumanized first by words as they were described as rats, defiling society. Dehumanizing another by using words can help

Our Culture of Contempt

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/03/02/opinion/sunday/political-polarization.html

What we need is not to disagree less, but to disagree better. And that starts when you turn away the rhetorical dope peddlers — the powerful people on your own side who are profiting from the culture of contempt. As satisfying as it can feel to hear that your foes are irredeemable, stupid and deviant, remember: When you find yourself hating something, someone is making money or winning elections or getting more famous and powerful. Unless a leader is actually teaching you something you didn’t know or expanding your worldview and moral outlook, you are being used.

Next, each of us can make a commitment never to treat others with contempt, even if we believe they deserve it. This might sound like a call for magnanimity, but it is just as much an appeal to self-interest. Contempt makes persuasion impossible — no one has ever been hated into agreement, after all — so its expression is either petty self-indulgence or cheap virtue signaling, neither of which wins converts.

What if you have been guilty of saying contemptuous things about or to others? Perhaps you have hurt someone with your harsh words, mockery or dismissiveness. I have, and I’m not proud of it. Start the road to recovery from this harmful addiction, and make amends wherever possible. It will set you free.

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Finally, we should see the contempt around us as what it truly is: an opportunity, not a threat. If you are on social media, on a college campus or in any place other than a cave by yourself, you will be treated with contempt very soon. This is a chance to change at least one heart — yours. Respond with warmheartedness and good humor. You are guaranteed to be happier. If that also affects the contemptuous person (or bystanders), it will be to the good.

It is easy to feel helpless in the current political environment, but I believe that is unwarranted. While we might not like the current weather, together we can change the climate to reward leaders — and be the leaders — who uplift and unite, not denigrate and divide. Watch: The weather will start to improve, and that will make America greater. I am dedicating the rest of my professional life to this task.

Mr. Brooks is president of the American Enterprise Institute and author of the forthcoming book “Love Your Enemies: How Decent People Can Save America From the Culture of Contempt,” from which this essay is adapted.

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Where Have All the Neurotics Gone? – The New York Times

https://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/01/sunday-review/where-have-all-the-neurotics-gone.html

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The human right to have a holiday

You can’t keep us confined another day
It’s a human right to have a holiday
We read the Daily Telegraph and moan
With hearts so hard they’d break the strongest stone

The holiday must be in somewhere hot
Hells teeth,I need passport, what damned rot
I won’t get Covid,I shall Covid spread
Till all the men I sleep with fall down dead

It’s a human right to make love in a bed
With strangers from the beach, while I’m unwed
But I don’t pay my staff a living wage
If they ask I fly into a rage

It’s well known that poor children don’t shoes need
And if we cut them they will hardly bleed
All they need is Blackpool for a day
Eating pork pies,chips with lemonade

What we need are rights from ethics gained
The right to care for others who’re in pain
The right to help the old folk get some food
The right to help the sick who sadly brood

I see Lord Jesus bathe on Gaza beach
Do they sell icecream and bags of crisps?
God himself has gone on a long Cruise
I know it’s true, it was on GB News

It was on Facebook only yesterday
Humans have forgotten how to pray

When true love’s gone

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When true love's gone and doom hangs over head
When life runs like a river to the sea
Then shall I take new lovers to my bed
And with their carnal touch consoled be?



When  lovers lie and break my woman's heart.
When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path.
Then, shall I my life of evil start
And on the world shall I bestow my wrath?


When my love lies and wrecked all loyalty.
When puzzlement makes all the world seem mad.
Then I shall upend causality
And let myself do deeds which make me glad.

I have the fruits of love within my heart.

Sorrow will not tear me into parts

Sestina – Sestina Poem by Elizabeth Bishop

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sestina/

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September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
reading the jokes from the almanac,
laughing and talking to hide her tears.

She thinks that her equinoctial tears
and the rain that beats on the roof of the house
were both foretold by the almanac,
but only known to a grandmother.
The iron kettle sings on the stove.
She cuts some bread and says to the child,

It’s time for tea now; but the child
is watching the teakettle’s small hard tears

Please click the link to read the rest of the poem

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Sestina | Poetry Foundation

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/sestina

A complex French verse form, usually unrhymed, consisting of six stanzas of six lines each and a three-line envoy. The end words of the first stanza are repeated in a different order as end words in each of the subsequent five stanzas; the closing envoy contains all six words, two per line, placed in the middle and at the end of the three lines. The patterns of word repetition are as follows, with each number representing the final word of a line, and each row of numbers representing a stanza:

    

Sate worms’ lust

Like a tree that’s pulled up by the roots

I have some signs of life yet I am doomed

When disconnected from the fertile earth

A tree will slowly die and lose its worth

So it is with people just as well

Some may look alive but who can tell?

When your loved one dies you’re ripped apart.

A tree uprooted crushed and given no thought.

Yet in the end a tree will turn to dust.

Earth to earth and ashes sate worms’ lust’

Does a thing destroyed enrich the earth?

From its ash a brave new tree is birthed

Eternal circles from our death and life

The weapon is the man, the earth the wife

Parts of London

Chingford I don’t know where the river Ching is.

Woodford it’s further East than Chingford they both of them are are near Epping Forest

Dartford. It seems unlikely that the ford was on the River Thames so I guess there is a River Dart.

Fords and bridges are very important in urban areas particularly

Wood Green it’s not what it sounds like unless you go to Alexander palace.

Southgate. Once there was a gates for Enfield Chace a wooded area where King Henry the 8th used to hunt. What were they really hunting for?

Oakwood. Well that is perfectly obvious.

Cockfosters. This is not very obvious. Were there foster homes for lonely cocks?

Potters Bar.. it might be a public house

Essex

the flat wide green of Essex seem so large

then Epping Forest thickens by its side

filled with diverse birds the tree tops stir

Waving in the wind which they defy

the flat land is for farmers and for hares

In the autumn fires throw flames up high.

It seems the Earth is burning where we lay

our bodies and our love sigh into air

Lambeth where sheep may safely graze

Ealing. for miracles
Lambeth where sheep may safely graze
Southwark… just  part of the Ark
Brent….a bit like a bloody stent.
Neasden….. on the NHS?
Richmond and body
Highgate… is there a stile?
Haringey…….am I deaf?
Waltham Forest… … all the trees gone West
Epping Forest… a new swear word.You  epping idiot.
Waltham Abbey as left by Henry V111th.
Barnet…….oh. darn it!
Boreham Wood… no need to be offensive.
Bushey…. well once.
Watford…. all these epping rivers.How about a bridge or two?
Stoke by Nayland…… or in Nayland  or smoke outside Nayland
Constable.. don’t arrest me,I am innocent of that murder
Essex….aye sex! Who needs Freud?
Cheshunt… what is a Ches?
Broxbourne….. any bourne for me and my broxen