Day: June 2, 2023

Sulk in a box

A new invention may transform your life.A group of scientists have invented a Sulking Box.
If you feel sulky,you get inside and press a button.You will then be subjected to some Mozart Quintets or music by the Beatles… or maybe a Lullaby… you can choose
Some soft rubber hands will reach out and hug you for up to 15 minutes.
If you feel no better some soapy water will be poured over you and then a heater will come on and dry you.
Because only you can stop yourself sulking but at least you will be clean.
The device can also be used to wash your hair as “Bad Hair Days”
are a well known cause of sulking and even depression,
Do you hate your hair?Is it driving you crazy?
Then consider a wig… you can just cut your own hair short and turn into a redhead or a brunette in a flash.
At least it will stop you sulking…
Sulking.. let’s start to end it now!
Come out of the closet,confess and soon you’ll feel much better.
Well that’s my view but I must admit I have 50% share in the firm that makes sulking boxes so I do have financial gain in my mind.
The interest in my bank is only 0.2% so I need to invent something quickly!
All donations welcome.19:21

In the silence, trembling

Freed from her trap
Bird soared into air,and hovered
And floated, resting;
And flew higher, singing as she flew,
And higher again,
Till there was only her song,
Left in the silence,
Trembling.

Up on the wide,stump topped hill,
I felt the lark inside my heart
And heard her singing.
And flying up with her,
I saw gold sun and silver moon,
Moors of heather ,and sheep grazing
Green hills,
And shimmering lakes,
Clouds ,sun and sky in watery mirrors.
And sang ,and dipped,and dropped,
And curled
Up the blue
Bright heaven, and rested
On the wind.
All that day
I was a lark singing.

I shall always have a vision of
A bird
That flew upwards,
Rejoicing and free
Into a deep blue sky, and high
And higher
Beyond high
Into a place, beyond eye even,
But music still sending.

I wish I were back on that heathery moor,
With the nibbling sheep and the bees sweetly humming,
Hearing again
The poignant song
Of the skylark,
A prisoner,freed by a magician,
From her trap,
So happy to be free,
So wonderful to see.
Do it again,
For me.

Into the eye of love itself


The roses by your gate
Revealed my sweet fate:
That I would love you in summertime,
That my poetry would always rhyme,
That a dream of petals falling from above
Would drench us both with sunshine’s golden love;
That we would fall into deep grassy meadows
Full of daisies,lie on our backs.Swallows
Darting across the sky would see
Our shapes intertwined with bright buttercups.
Who knows when love will erupt
And carry us on its flowing waters
To places unreachable in summer saunters?
Into the eye of love itself

Love it’s you I lack

The piercing grief, the dagget in the throat

The feel of choking hands, the ruptured heart

Every part is hum inrting in such pain

The waves roll in again, again, again

There is a layer of grief trapped in the skin.

We need a soothing touch it is no sin.

I close my eyes against the demon pain

Touch me, darling, touch me once again.

I do not see the key for this door’s lock.

My inner wrists sigh; love, it’s you I lack

Measurable

We must keep things in proportion

Size is a relative concept

Most numbers are irrational how the same thing is true of human beings.

He spoke in measured tones

As they say comparison is odious.

You can only compare lik with like

In my opinion love is the sweetest thing