Month: February 2023

After you

A strange and lonely feeling held my heart
Gripping like some pincers made of steel.
From my beloved, I had had to part
Then numbness  folded round me like a shield

And quietness loved,  has now turned into threat
Nero-like, I  fiddle with my  tunes
Pie Jesu’s not made top ten yet!
Larks’ ascents aren’t worth much to a loon!

I phoned a friend, her voice did me no good
It echoed in the chambers of my mind
Where metal walls echo the coursing blood
And escalate these feelings so unkind

Though he l loved has gone and is now dead.
I  see his face upon my  heartless bed

Never spray dye

As I read  the newspaper I had one eye on the clock and the other one on the cooker

I roll my eyes in desperation but I could see no way out of my head

His eyes were like knives and evens his remarks were cutting

His nose was completely blocked. Have you lost your marbles, I asked him politely?

If looks could kill we would all be dead

I walked across the red carpet as his eyes

struck me a glancing blow.

We all need rhymes in the back of our head

English grammar for forgetful people like me

beige and gray barn owl
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Three confusions

I learned grammar at school but when I began writing found I’d forgotten a lot of it

.Maybe full stops etc are best omitted!

Here are three sets of confusing words

1. Its and it’s

This is the one many of us get wrong.

“It’s” is usually  short for” it is”. sometimes for “It has”

Otherwise there is no apostrophe separating the it and the s.

So if you say “The cat took its prey behind the dresser” there is no apostrophe.

But if you say “It’s cold today” there is.

Sometimes “It’s” can be short for “It has” eg “It’s been raining all day”

2. Their and there.

Their coats,their possessions. Usage  is like that of my or your.

“They took off their clothes and fell into their cosy bed”

“There” refers to a place.”I thought I left my keys just there on the desk,but when I came in I found hem there on the table.
It’s related to “Here”

“Did you leave your coat here or was it out there by the porch?Isn’t it cold? It’s really freezing tonight.
The cat brought its kittens inside by the fire,.
I gave the dog a bone and it’s really happy now,out there.They have their own lives.”

3. Your and  ,  you’re

As in 1. an apostrophe indicates a missing letter.So” you’re” means”you are”

“You’re crazy if you believe that Hitler was a good person

“You’re late again”

“You’re mine,You’re divine.You’re practically sublime”

“Your” denotes belonging to you.

Like “Where is your coat?

It’s on the chair with yours”

“What is your dad saying?”

“Your country needs you”

4. Conclusion:Apostrophes are a problem.We see signs in the market “apple’s 20p each”

If in doubt,leave it out!

These are the three commonest confusions.

Our work will look more professional if we’re well versed in grammar.

It’s nothing to be ashamed of  to ask for  guidance or buy a book on grammar

Every dog has its day.

Every cloud has its silver lining.

I time for me to go so I’ll end there and let everyone find their own needs out.

Words or phrases that sound the same are not always written the same.****************

I hoope this iss a  a hilp  but it’s 2 easy for myst peeple hya. As they say in Tyneside UK

Good Nite Hall

The missing part

When our father left we were alone

Living on this planet with no home

Existential dread became the rage

The dining table made familial stage

Once he was in heaven then came to earth

On Salisbury plain the sheep displayed much mirth

In the field of Parliament Hill we saw

Sheep could safely graze until the war.

Did they have a shepherd, was it Christ?

Now we have no metaphors,no taste.

Now sheep are made machines they do not graze

The battery hens are clockwork in disgrace

Our father haha ba he is not here.

I think I’d rather drown myself in beer

‘I left the dog at home. He barks at the evil sheep’: Mariko Klug’s best phone picture

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2023/feb/18/evil-sheep-mariko-klugs-best-phone-picture?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

Rise up haddock

She gave me a withering look

She showed contempt

She glared

She flashed her eyes and I took the hint

He rolled his eyes when I rolled my cigarettes

I thought she was the Gorgon but I didn’t check.

She looked daggers

If looks could kill

She screwed her eyes up by as I screwed my courage up

He stared at me non-stop while I gave the lecture.

Labour dreams of a slightly better Britain. But a truly great country is within reach – I’ve lived there

Black man in Sheringham Norfolk

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2023/feb/27/labour-britain-change-hope?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

Weaving

The world is woven in such different ways
Struts the vertical, the flat below
Oh God who weaves me shall by me be praised

Oh, shall the mystic reach be what she craves
When all the strings release and she falls low
The world is woven in its different ways

Timed by ritual Lady Lazarus rose
And all the eyes that gazed were burning slow
Yes, God who weaves me shall by me be praised

There is a hollow only Ariel knows
As horse and rider as one being flow
The world is sensed in wholly different ways

The body ,home of mind, will run astray
Oh, what seams of evidence forego
Fallen God who unacknowledged knows

Beneath the sea of green the undertow,
Spirits sidle deep like melting snow
The world is woven in such different ways
That God who weaves me shall by me be praised

Let deep green swallow me.

Oh,sweet my heart,let nature dissolve me.
In her greens I am allowed to be.
While in the city politicians cry
And from my lips I hear a solemn sigh.
Oh,foolish world that foolish men are free.

What torment that we need society
And cannot dwell like birds in winter trees.
Or like the spider weaving webs defy.
Release my heart,let nature dissolve me.

The rich are common in momentous fee.
Unlike the insects and the fuzzy bee.
For all of us, our end is ever nigh
Enchanted as the dove that homewards flies.
Be comfortless in notoriety
Oh,cease my heart,let deep green swallow me.

Sunday with Lucy Beaumont: ‘I only take CBD oil when my husband’s here, because I pass out’

https://www.theguardian.com/stage/2023/feb/26/sunday-with-lucy-beaumont-i-only-take-cbd-oil-when-my-husband-is-here?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

Nonsense or truth?

Twas British and the tug of war

Perspired to jungle like heat waves

So whimsical the fallen girls

Till the home rafts did save.

Keep putting one love in front of the other

Never say why.

When you are going in the right direction don’t turn right.

When you’re going in the wrong direction just stop completely until you can find a guide.

Did you think the past had gone away?

Do you think the past has gone away?
A War to end all wars; what paradox!
Hell, we’re seeing more of it today

They’ll soon be selling gas masks on E bay.
They’ll make them  glow to go with summer frocks
Did you think the past had gone away?

Hell is here,  see Gaza  on display
Israel debased, unorthodox
Weighs “Arabs”   down with  years of martial law

Who divided Palestine, I say?
The British with their thinking in the box.
Hell, we’re seeing more of it today.

Can Jews themselves grieve  millions murdered, flayed
Can tortured people mourn when they’ve  been mocked?
Did you think the past had gone away?

The war might end, the Nazis us outfoxed
Their actions travel down the years so cracked.
Did you think the past had gone away?
Hell is here on earth  this very day

A jagged silence taunts us overhead

Like a broken shell, our world  has cracked
Whose the foot  that  heavily did tread?
Now we wander  in  this City sacked

Once worlds break  how can we bring them back?
Must we  mourn  until our hearts are fed?
Like a pretty shell, our world  has cracked

Where once stood towers  the buildings lie down  flat
A jagged silence taunts from overhead
 As we wander  in  this City sacked

What New Messiah can  find  and love the gap?
Who will give the wine and whose the bread?
Like a cockleshell, our world  has cracked

The death of  God in Auschwitz  on the Rack
The torture of  the Arabs, children  bleed
We cry out , the slouching beast is back

Did we ever think of those in need?
The children of the genocide still plead
Like a broken shell, the world   has cracked
Now we stumble,blind to what we lack

There’s no time like the present

I should forget my husband I shoulf forget my dad

I should forget my mother I should not feel so sad

Forget my little sister forget my brother Paul

I should not feel about them I should not feel at all.

We all sat at the table and we should number seven

Now there are just three of us, the rest may be in heaven

Love and hate are very close perhaps they’ve gone to hell

So I should be a sinner so I’ll go there as well.

Oh daddy how we loved you and and we loved mammy too

Where was sibling rivalry in our Human zoo

We scratched and bit we pinched their toys, what kinds of sister do ?

I used to squeeze the oranges when they all had flu

Now we are growing older and and I shall be alone

So may my heart be with warm with blood and never a cold stone

My body turns to water I’m going to dissolve

I’ll go to earth and then to sky with all my problems solved

How to Fight Right — in a Pandemic or After

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/09/30/style/how-to-fight-right.html

For these sorts of blowups, the key, once again, is to “respond rather than react,” Dr. Cook said. “When we get activated, the limbic system, or emotional center, of our brain can take over and our logical reasoning can get lost in the mix,” she said. “That’s why it’s so helpful to slow yourself down, listen to your partner, and say to yourself how you want to respond before you speak it out loud.”

Dr. Cook also recommends analogizing your fight to a “fur ball,” or the thing that keeps coming back up once in a while, rather than something that will break you. “As aggravating as this can be,” she said, “see it as something that requires some maintenance. It doesn’t mean it won’t get better.”

Fair fighting is an ongoing effort, even when a pandemic is fanning the flames.

“Even the healthiest of couples encounter challenges and stumbling blocks

Your face is etched upon my heart

Your face is etched upon my heart.

I knew you in the morning light

Love is wise but never smart.

We have no need of others charts

In the mornings and the night

Your face is etched upon my heart.

As we waken sleep departs

To see your face is my delight

Love is wise and sometimes smart

Intuition, craft is art

Love is silent, hatred fights

Your face is etched upon my heart

Human Love can see in part

Face to face we’ll see aright

Love is wise love is not smart

Your face is etched upon my heart.

Love is wise but never smart

Is love blind? Who etched the lines?

Sacred, human, love is kind

Lewis howled

Twas Stalag and the prisoners den

Aspired to gamble in the Maze

Yet quinsy were their swollen throat

Thus star mount! dispersed

Mary had a dear old man. His feet were frozen yellow

And everywhere that Mary rents, this man is sure to follow.

Canker wailer hold that Guy

What do people say?

She gave me a mouthfull of cheek

Insulted me with her tongue

Her eyes burned holes in me.

He looks absolutely flabbergasted.

Her eyes were like 2 sharp knives flashing

You could have knocked me down with a feather. There was no need to use a battering ram.

The teacher was wearing knuckle dusters if on her salary she can’t afford a bracelet.

The doctor gave me a right tongue lashing.

Can you tell me the way to the nursing home?Why do you want it? I want to be reversed. You might need a doctor for that.

Timeless, beautiful the living mind

There is no time in our unconscious minds

Like god it’s always present, undefined

The wisdom that’s inside us lives down there

As we move through life, it helps us steer.

Larger than the sun,as small as tears.

The mystery of the universe dwells here

Every day our souls are being refined

We cannot love the world if we are blind

Older Adults Admit High Anxiety and Fear About New Technology: Candoo Tech Surveys Shows 53% of Seniors Say Learning a New Device is More Stressful Than Going to the Dentist

https://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/older-adults-admit-high-anxiety-and-fear-about-new-technology-candoo-tech-surveys-shows-53-of-seniors-say-learning-a-new-device-is-more-stressful-than-going-to-the-dentist-301196011.html

We lost the light

The gods we used to worship are extinct.

They cannot live inside our darkened hearts

We lost the light and now we cannot think

The inner eye sees nothing is distinct.

We can no longer see those hidden charts

The gods we used to worship are extinct

The sun no longer shines it is defunct

Wandering in the wilderness we’re scared

In the darkness we can find no link.

Where are the scribes who write it down in ink?

We cannot dictate love nor how it starts

The Gods we used to worship are extinct

I know now God may speak to us in hints.

The glass is darkened, we can  know in part

We’ve lost the light and now we cannot think

In this uncertain era, who is heard?

What else can we do but be prepared?

The gods we used to worship are extinct

Where can we find light, how can we think?