A silver tear rolled lonely as sliced moon
Down my pallid cheek  to wet my lip
Your loss turned me to sadness and damp gloom

My future  seemed, not promising, but doomed
The icy nails of death gave me a nip
A little tear rolled lonely as lost moons

Yet, in my mind, I heard L Cohen’s tunes
“There ain’t no cure for love” on this our trip
Your loss turned me to sadness ,clouds of gloom

Yet soft, deep darkness  need not lead to doom
Come,I’ll take a lover, board a ship
A starry tear rolled lonely as   new moon

I will  love, I ‘ll seek  for new  hope soon
Will I descend to stealing from a skip?
Your loss sent me to sadness like a room

I  need no LSD to take a trip
My open senses give me what I miss
A silver tear rolled lonely as cruel moon
Your loss turned me to beauty, life resumes

https://www.loc.gov/programs/poetry-and-literature/poet-laureate/poet-laureate-projects/poetry-180/

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
                  
or press an ear against its hive.
                
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
                  
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.
                 
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
                 
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

—Billy Collins

 

Dear Annie

I am so sorry that I have to email you rather than writing a letter by hand and since I have to dictate it it is probably going to be full of arrows.

I will try to edit it before I send but one is often blind to one zone mistakes.

It is like when I dictator poem I don’t notice the areas in it until I have published it on my blog which is most unfortunate for my reputation of meticulous care and precision although to be honest that’s not really suitable for poetry is it?

It shows that we don’t see what’s there but we only see what we’re expecting to see and in some cases this can produce a terrible result

Ironically now I’m hoping for some humorous mistakes to come into this letter it’s being done much more accurately than normal I wonder why that is question mark is it because I’m speaking more rapidly or is it just shake her incidents?

Sheer coincidence

When there is an area like the end of the last sentence it’s interesting that the line that’s typed rhymes with the one that I own dictators but it does not come out the same as what I have dictated usually

So this translation this is not done word by word but by the overall meaning of this paragraph even sometimes you forget to the end of a paragraph and then you look up and you see the first sentence you wrote is being changed even though that’s the correct one

So then you have to go back an older at the beginning and then you don’t know where you will end up do you when you change the beginning will you have to rewrite the entire thing?

I am disappointed because there are not enough mistakes no and I was rely on the mistakes to make this letter numerous but still what is humor two and the numerate?

Well if only all the population were literate things will be much worse because the people who can’t read at the moment are prevented from reading the sun the daily mail the telegraph and any other newspaper you like to mention and if they can’t read then they can’t read online so they can’t look at Facebook not that I hate Facebook but it depends on what you’re doing with it xxx

It’s very sad that people use Facebook to get the news not realizing that the news is not the news it’s a selection of news or all of lies who knows but when something is in print people believe it

There’s something about the written word that seems to have more authority than the spoken word is that why people think the Bible is the literal word of god?

Practices the little word of god

Perhaps it is the little word of god or the literal word of god or the little word of somebody else who is not named m

I can’t remember now why I began to write you so I think I better stop for the moment and I’ll do this tomorrow morning when I’m fresh. At least I’m with freshfield and I am at the moment

I sent him a sleeping a lot now I seem to be sleeping a lot but I don’t know why unless it’s the winter or perhaps I’m beginning to recover from my serious infection at last but whatever sleep we get wood we ever be satisfied

Because we can’t control it or at least if we try to conserve it it makes it worse

When I was young I never thought about it I would get into bed and go to sleep then I would woken up and it was time to get up

But nowadays some people start thinking in the afternoon I wonder if I’m going to sleep tonight and what will I do tomorrow if I’m tired and even if they’re waking up one hour earlier than usual but then start worrying about the fact that I’ve had one hour less sleep and they would like

We can’t control most we can’t control most things in life especially with regard to our bodies so we have to trust them

If you have good parents and you feel secure then you will see sleep will be welcome to you and it will be easy to get but when you are older and you feel more insecure then you want to be sure or something but you can’t be.

Search for the better not even to think about it

Sincerely

A well wisher

From funny google street view images

All’s Well That Ascends Well.
All’s hell that pretends swell
As You Make of It
As you strike it
Comedy of Terrors
Comedy of Worriers
Love’s Labour costs
Love names the cost
Leisure for treasure
Merchants who Menace
Merry Lives rinsed here
Midsummer Night’s Schemes
Much to do about Laughing
The Taming of the Crew
The blaming of Doctor Who
The Hen Pissed
The Hens kissed
Gay hens play
The Twelfth Delight
Two Gentlemen who keep roaming
Winter Failed again
Winter trialed again

MYSTERIES

Henry IV, Farts 1 and True
Henry Jived!
Henry Returns
Henry comes again
Henry VI keeps coming
Henry goes Straight
Kings Gone
Chariot Keys
Richard came too
Richard Revived.
Richard got blurred.
Kings Reunited

TRAVESTY

Scant on in my pantry.
Hoary old anus.
Corio Lane is Us
Symbols and dreams
Symptoms are schemes.
Symbols have means
Jam tartlet
Sam startled
Julius teased her,
Julius pleased her.
Julius Wheezer
Bling Here
Fling here.
MacDeath
Homeo and crueller yet
Simon who baffles.
Simon who deafens.
Timon and again
Tight arses anonymous
Toilets are blessed for her.
Men all get kissed by her
King Dear.
Kings’ Tears.
Cling here
Fling Beer.

Shake your sphere!

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Mary sat in her dining room listening to Sir Michael Atiyah on the Today programme where he was talking about very advanced Group Theory .Many years ago she had known this great man, though he had scarcely noticed her despite her big blue eyes and skinny legs displayed beneath her home made mini-dress.That was very fortunate as she was there as a tutor not as a tart.

Why her mother had supplied her with such mini dresses, she had often wondered, Going online, she saw a sale on at Welvi, the store for larger ladies.There was an orange culotte jumpsuit made of polyester for £10

Look at this, she called to her friend Annie.A real bargain in my view.

Well, said Annie, suppose you were in the country climbing a hill and you needed to have a wee. I never thought of that, Mary said shyly. Moreover polyester is too clammy for summer and not warm enough for winter, besides it looks transparent.I don’t think Stan would like it.

Well, he’s not here now, said Mary sadly.And transparent plastic trousers are in fashion.Do you wear plastic knickers underneath? No, you’d have to wear a jewelled thong, said Annie.I bet that would make men look at you.

Well, not your face… I’ve never worn a thong.Do they hurt, asked Mary politely.

Yes, I’ve got one on now, said Annie nervously.It’s really hurting me.I’d better ring 999 and ask Dave the paramedic to advise me.

Hi called Dave as he got out of the ambulance, what is wrong today? Annie is in pain from a thong, Mary cried .

Where is it , Dave asked gently Where do you think, Annie shouted? She lifted up her chambray skirt and showed him her pink lace knicker substitute. Can you take it off, he asked tenderly?

I have run out of clean knickers, she informed him scientifically.

Well in the past women wore cotton petticoats but no knickers.It was more healthy.But with short thin skirts if you fell over all the world would see your mound of Venus

That’s an exaggeration, Annie said.All the world is not looking at me

Ah, but someone could have a video camera and you might be on the News.You’d better go to Marks and buy some more proper knickers. Now, shall I make you a cup of tea?The NHS is here to care for you. Lovely, cried Mary.

Annie go upstairs and take a pair my knickers then put that thong in the laundry basket.I will wash it for you and you can hang it in your bathroom to give an impression of your taste to visitors.

On the other hand, men would be disappointed to see you really wore cotton high waisted pants and not a sort of mini star spangled banner. 

All right, said Annie but Stan would have liked them. 

I like them, mewed Emile.I love you, Annie.I wish I were a man, I would go to bed with you right now.I have got a French letter from Soraya.She’s been in Paris and wrote to me on real paper.

Wow, a cat using the subjunctive and reading French letters said Mary.That is a surprise. 

I don’téven know what  a subjunctive is, screamed Annie rudely And so say all of us.

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2025/nov/17/poem-of-the-week-now-winter-nights-enlarge-by-thomas-campion

Last Christmas you gave me a blue knitted hat

It’s very soft and kind to my head

I like it very much.

This Christmas you were no longer here.

I felt sad because of the empty spaces around me

But I’m glad I have got the blue hat

When I go out into the frost it will be as if you are touching me gently with your hand.

I can see you now, your long slender figure.

Your hands and feet you thought were stubby

You envied mine

You would not envy  them now deformed by arthritis and overuse

I never got into that female mode of wanting something more feminine than what I already had

I was puzzled when other students ask me how I kept so thin

I thought it was bad to be so thin

I didn’t know about fashion and style and all the other things but you did,didn’t you my sister?

I’m glad I didn’t know because comparisons and envy can harm the soul and the heart

Things happen for more mysterious reasons.

That’s my personal opinion.

I don’t think a man loved me because I had long thin hands

I could be wrong but that’s what you wanted and you were sad because you thought your hands were ugly

Nothing that was yours was ugly.

Even your eyes which were green you thought were not so beautiful as mine

And now you are gone and I can’t tell you.

So much I can’t tell you I’m so much I can’t ask you about.

There was something half closed or hidden

I didn’t  press you to reveal yourself

I think that’s a mistake but no I’m sorry because you were like a flower that wasn’t quite open and I feel sad even though you are no longer here

But where are you anyway?

I have received apologies from the dead six months after they died but now it is nine months for you and you have not appeared to me.

I’m so sorry that you died of the same thing that your dad died from when you were six years old

You did tell me that you’d always been afraid since then that you would get the same disease. I have no idea of your suffering

I wish I had known. He was my father as well.

You didn’t even remember him. You wanted to but you didn’t.

So why did you get the same disease?

There is no answer