Read between the lines and then translate

The    glances we exchanged without a word
Sympathetic humour , sometimes hate
The understanding heart , the  mind  unblurred

The hidden world  which lovers  make and share
To be one whole unhinderd by   grim fate
The    glances are exchanged without a word

We sense a meaning, sense if others care
Feel the lost love and the husband late
The understanding heart , the  words unheard

Who can we trust to  view our feelings rare?
Who will open doors,  unbarr the gate
After   glances  flash and red eyes glare?

Did you ever marry, did you swear?
In sickness and in health   how did your mate?
His understanding heart   is  hidden  where?

Read between the lines and then translate
The culture and  its meanings delegate
The    glances we exchange  beyond all words
The understanding heart , affections shared

 

 

The face  shaped by refinement of the heart

 

The face  shaped by refinement of  the heart
The love and  what we suffer   as we grow.
Our features form a map, a place, a chart
The face dispiays the   comeliness despite
The hatred  overcome, accepted, taut
The wind  blows on our inner seas and shows
The  countenance, the  dignity, the heart
The love   we give , we take , we live ,enjoy

From our eye, a tear  springs with relief

A word  that’s spoken by a friend can  reach
Can touch, can move, can  embrace in its sounds
The inner soul where its vibrations teach.

When cut off, silent,after   sad defeat
Such gentle words can break our sullen bonds
A word  that’s spoken by a friend can  reach.

We must not  torture nor torment  in speech
Our heart, the centre of our  morbid wounds
The inner soul with its vibrations speaks..

From our eye, a tear  springs  with  relief
From imprisoned sulking, jump with a great bound!
A word  that’s spoken by a friend can  reach.

Muscles weaken,but the mind stays fleet
Humour and its cousins are our clowns
The inner soul  by its athletics speaks.

I smile and smile  yet rarely do I frown
For I will rise up, even when low down
A word  that by a friend can  reach,provoke
In  our souls ,deep  memories  will evoke

The universal heart  dies in such games

When the sun feels violent  in its heat~
We learn the world’s not ours nor is it kind
As   skaters on  thin ice   find love’s deceit

So the heart  must struggle with its beat
As panic bites  like   cobras in the mind
If the sun feels violent  in its heat

Our knowledge and our will power  incomplete
We cannot know the future, we are blind
 As skaters on  the ice   may be  deceived

Can we trust the darkness  and the ghosts?
Some  have found their souls in such hard times
Why is  the sun   so violent  in its heat?

If  we fight and squabble, what will break
The universal heart  dies in such games
So  thin the  ice  , sadistic  are the stakes

Time is measured out by hearts and rhymes
But nothing’s clear when fantasy  designs
When the sun feels violent  in its heat~
So   skaters on  thin ice   learn love’s deceit.

 

Yer no quiero ser tu enemigo

5432DSC00144Oh,Lord someoene’s turned the light out on this dark and misty day
Well,Lord,I am complaining but I don’t know who to  blame
I turned back for my sleeping bag and my convertible laptop
When I started out again God hit me with his mop
I  knew it had been raining though I didn’t see a drop
I  don’t wanna go on  drowning anymore

Oh, the sun was shining wetly as we  put our trenchcoats on
We were off to Marks and Spencer’s to buy   two smart  old phones
They sell coats  stuffed  with  eiderdown  but though that is quite light
If we put the red ones on it won’t make Britain bright
I don’t wanna  pass for English ever more

Half the sky  looks dirty and the  other side is   black
I’ll ask God for his bill of rights and put it in my sack
We are greedy we are selfish, we are generous at times
We love to cook for children and to write them  funny rhymes
We envy and we hate and yet we do our  good  deeds too
We listen to our  hearts and souls  and fix them  up with glue
I don’t wanna to be your enemy no more
I don’t want to be your enemy no more
Ich will nicht mehr dein Feind sein
Yer no quiero ser tu enemigo

Vreau să fiu prietenul tău pentru tot mai mult

I want to be your friend for evermore

Sulking

As respite from  my work, I tried to sulk
I  practised ,  it became my  art and life
I never spoke but glowered like a pike
Till  the  cat’s claws lit up like street lights

You  cannot sulk  alone, so get a mate
Then sulk  all day  and sulk all through night
If they do not notice,  you ‘re becalmed
Unless the wind  of change  bring new insight

Sulking   draws us on  to sinking sands
The risk is not apparent when we start
An estuary’s currents   brings  us great alarm
In our breast, we feel the thumping heart

Sulking is so tempting  when morose
With our better angels let’s converse

With our inner demons, let’s get worse

If we see our partner,  does it hurt?

With our blackened souls we feel the curse

Man United won and I am bust

I never liked board games  and this worse

If you’re writing ,aim to keep it terse/ aim to write in verse

 

The alphabet convicts us by its charm

The noises we can make with  mouth and throat
Make patterns  like  the music of the birds
The graphic line, the new emotion caught
Expressed by sentence and by  the true words

No teacher or professor made our tongue
A gradual evolution  done with art
Before the prose there was the evensong
As home the little sparrows want to dart

Yet with  this  language we can   commit fraud
Lies are   hidden   even in our bones
Then we have the enigmatic code
What translates and what  is  lost,alone

The  fractured   chaos  of the world takes  form
The alphabet convicts us by its charm

Post modernism and poetry

 

 

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

Extract:

It includes other 20th-century theoretical movements such as poststructuralism and deconstruction,mainly through a common emphasis on discourse and the power of language in structuring thought and experience. Because it attacks traditional concepts of history, knowledge, and reality itself—arguing that “truth” is culturally and historically specific—postmodernism has often been accused of relativism.

Glower again

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verb (used without object)

to look or stare with sullen dislike, discontent, or anger.

noun

look of sullen dislike, discontent, or anger.

RELATED WORDS

ORIGIN OF GLOWER

1350–1400; Middle English (Scotsglowren to glower; akin to Middle Low German glūren to be overcast, MiddleDutch gloeren to leer

 

Who was William Blake?

 

http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/blake_william.shtml

Extracts

1.Considered insane and largely disregarded by his peers, the visionary poet and engraver William Blake is now recognised among the greatest contributors to English literature and art.

2.“In 1789, he published his Songs of Innocence, the gentlest of his lyrics, but the collection was followed by Songs of Experience, containing a profound expression of adult corruption and repression. His long list of works shows relentless energy and drive. As one of the most complex writers known, it is impossible to summarise his career – he was a combination of extremes. His vision of civilisation as inevitably chaotic and contradictory mirrors the political turmoil of his era. It is only in retrospect that we can begin to appreciate his work and unravel its complex and allusive sources.”

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The sun as hot as tempers and our rage

The sun as hot as tempers badly frayed
Makes little lamps  gleam on the holly leaves
While adults quarrel , children cannot play.

We are nervous who can  we believe?
No-one knows  for sure how we should live.
The sun’s as hot as tempers lost or frayed

We flinch   at seeing  leaders more war wage
Virtue and   its family  all deceased
The foetus is aborted, has no grave

On the other’s heart,  lies make their raids
The MP’s strut about like children peeved
The sun as hot as tempers badly frayed

Wisdom’s not genetic, not innate
We learn from those around us  only if
We   dwell within the dance of love  and hate

Why have  madmen triumphed , power seized?
Lives are  almost worthless  to these thieves
The sun as hot as tempests, storms of rage
We need to move, to wander, re-engage

Why not grow your own?

rosa-cornelia

 

Never make a phone cry.
Can they love?
Avoid mobile groans
Sponge yourself down after sinning
Always use a pen  when you scream
Have you got Munch’s screen?
The word nice is overused.Be sparing.Be nasty.Be  yourself
The rod broke the fish’s heart
Being eccentric is now a psychiatric disorder.Ring 999 and ask for Dave.
The nuns used  our rulers to hit our hands when we forgot how to do compound interest
My husband’s eyesight is nothing to write home about.So he doesn’t. I ll kill him
Always eat something green at  dinner.If all else fails, is there a pelargonium in the room? In the window box.
Why not grow your own cress from  seed [ buy it]
Why not turn  into a pillar of salt?
Why not rewrite the Bible in Esperanto? Why?

We do not act,then love itself turns pale

Abba, I have come to you  for aid
The threads of life untwist around my heart
I  must catch them else I’ll fall apart
I  a creature  grown from what you made,

Abba, do you answer when we call?
We ignore you  till it is too late
I see why you abandon us to fate
The loss of Eden  follows from the Fall

Abba, we are here why do we fail?
Intentions  made, we do not have the will
The speed of living, and the grinding mills
,We do not act then love itself turns pale

Abba, is a prayer a word or deed?
We see the children  fenced,  the Wall , the blood

All we need to know about sonnets

 

 

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https://poets.org/text/sonnet-poetic-form

 

Extract:

Sonnet Variations

Though Shakespeare’s sonnets were perhaps the finest examples of the English sonnet, John Milton’s Italian-patterned sonnets (later known as “Miltonic” sonnets) added several important refinements to the form. Milton freed the sonnet from its typical incarnation in a sequence of sonnets, writing the occasional sonnet that often expressed interior, self-directed concerns. He also took liberties with the turn, allowing the octave to run into the sestet as needed. Both of these qualities can be seen in “When I Consider How My Light is Spent.”

The Spenserian sonnet, invented by sixteenth century English poet Edmund Spenser, cribs its structure from the Shakespearean—three quatrains and a couplet—but employs a series of “couplet links” between quatrains, as revealed in the rhyme scheme: abab, bcbc, cdcd, ee. The Spenserian sonnet, through the interweaving of the quatrains, implicitly reorganized the Shakespearean sonnet into couplets, reminiscent of the Petrarchan. One reason was to reduce the often excessive final couplet of the Shakespearean sonnet, putting less pressure on it to resolve the foregoing argument, observation, or question.

Never end a word with a letter.

Never finish a sentence without  ending it all
Never write too clearly; post structuralism gapes.
Never begin a sentence without a word
Never end  one with but.
Never free associate in writing  nor in speech
Never take  a horse to  bed.
Never mention Adam Phillips unless in  the LRB
Never be  over-cautious.
Never end a word with a letter.
Never give your name to the papers
Never menstruate during working hours
Never fall in love with a duck.
Never pass water.Have a drink.
Take a random sample of  your dreams to  the OUP
Never cut your own hair while typing
Never believe anything you read.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Until the birds fly higher in their song

I am engaged, the crystal is my eye
An amethyst, a diamond ,how they ring
The  ceremony happens when   I die

The sunlight is refracted till I’m blind
Until the birds fly higher in their song
I am engaged, the crystal stings  my eye

What god is it that stuns me till I cry
That makes me weep  when I would wish to sing
The  ceremony waits until I die

We find there is no answer to a why
But there are problems we must live among
I’m engaged, the crystal hurt my eye

All around the old men walk awry
One kissed my hand  as if he were a king
The  consummation waits until we die

Blow the ram’s horn till the old wall’s flung
To  fiery ground  where angels speak in tongues
I ‘m  engaged,  so crystalline  my eye
I want a  pure gold ring before  I die

He ate my  buttered toast like it was prey

He kissed my hand,I knew what was afoot
He followed me on Facebook every day
I get these butterflies inside my gut

I never fall in love with porn or smut
Or men who ask me out and make me pay
He kissed my hand, I knew what was afoot

We went to Lyons cafe, it was shut
We  fried an egg and ate it in our way
I got those butterflies inside my gut

I could  have made it funny, should I flirt?
He ate my  buttered toast like it was prey
He kissed my hand, I knew what was afoot

I did not lead him on, for it might hurt
He had to be the one who led the way
I got no butterflies inside my gut

 

He kissed my hand and asked me to a Play
He wrote it all himself, my fiance!
He kissed my hand,I knew what was afoot
I tell a lie, I never said I would

 

 

 

 

If our outer shell encloses, it deforms

The books he wrote were solid like good oak
Giving him a structure that he lacked
A skeleton outside his flesh and bones

 

A fortress made of words and printed thoughts
To hide  behind when torture broke  his back
The books he wrote were solid like good oak

 

If our outer shell encloses,  it deforms
Even brings our death,  unless   it’s cracked
A skeleton outside  but not of bone

 

The books  gave shape to his still  half numb heart
He felt he had no  being, was no fact
The books he wrote  gave breath like leaves of oak

 

Some use crutches, some crawl slowly home
Wandering by  the  shoppers  with  some tact
Oh, skeleton outside, how dry our throats

 

I wonder is  all this by Google tracked?
They watch us, not to help us  nor   perfect
The books he wrote were solid, real  and  taut
A  crucifix  of  words , expressive thoughts

Teach yourself English by trial

Never begin a sentence
Be careful with apostrophe’s,semi- colons and death
When in doubt, leave [it] out
Don’t end at an adverb,generally.But  it’s ok if not too frequently
Don’t invent  new  words.They might mean something in another language
Think about sentences then they will think about you,possibly
Learn with leisure  using audio books.

Pray before the beginning of a thought
Never forget brevity.Nor levity.
Be natural.
Leave out ad hominem, QED and ipso fracture.
A fraction of infinity is as big as infinity.That’s what infinity means  , honestly!
If you are a genius,  write what you like,  but warily
Chance favours the double bind as Gregory Bateson might have said.
Prepare your mind before  deleting.
If your spelling is bad, vote to leave the EU and learn proper English properly.
Never use a nom de plume if you  like Brexit
Croissants are being withdrawn from the UK asap.Can you spell croissant? Well forget it!

Many coloured love  brings a rebirth

Oh, to be  hermit when life bites
 loss of love, a failure of the heart
When all we get are answers full of spite

Retaliation, shatters  or  incites
More evil words released in  vicious  spurts
Oh, to be a hermit when  life bites

The faces of the enemy are tight
Eyes are narrow, fantasies or worse
To give us fresh new  answers full of spite

Eyes so held will never see the light
They cannot be redeemed by lifted curse
Oh, to be  hermit when life bites

Yet  life is not composed of black and white
Many coloured love  brings a  rebirth
Ignoring human flaws and un-thought spite

I remember sitting round the hearth
A little child. I loved  the gift, the warmth
Oh,  we must  not be cut off when love  may start
Untouched by  eager  viciousness, by spite

 

He talks in paragraphs

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My doctor is God
Why can’t he heal then?

The doctor wants a  urine sample
I hope it’s random enough

The doctor wants to take my temperature
Where to?

The doctor  tells me to rest
Knock yourself out with a mallet or is it   a mallard?
Duck
Oh  it hurt.

The doctor says it’s a systemic infection
Can’t  he  install a new system?

He wants me to take it easy
Fake it!

He talks in paragraphs
No, you idiot, parables!

My doctor is very  odd
Get even with him somehow

Are numbers very odd?
Yes, the odd ones are even odder than the even ones

Are doctors real?
Yes, if you think they are.

Is it a placebo effect if the doctor’s smile cures you?
We’ve never had a big enough sample of their smiles to test any theory
Just blurt it out
What! Who will cite me?
I’ll excite you

My doctor is better than yours
Mine is dead.
Stop showing off.Mine will die one day.
So what will you do?
Do or die ?
No, do then die!
Unless I become ghostly helper
Ghastly!

 

Needs are simpler then we imagine.

Anxiety is the price of life.

But don’t pay over the top.

Calmness is good at most times.
Dread is a bad friend.

Exploring nature soothes the soul
For what are we but part of it?

Gentle music helps the mind
How ever we do it,
Listening is a kindness to ourselves

Ink is the friend of the writer.
Judgment is another one.

Kindness is essential to the good life.
Lessons are available daily.

Money is necessary but not sufficient for happiness.
Needs are simpler then we imagine.

Oxygen is good for the brain.
Prayer is good for the mind.

Quality is hard to judge quickly.
Rest is often a good idea.

Tension inhibits ideas.
Work should involve play.

X- rated films are optional
Yes…You are a valuable person.

Z is the final letter
And life is an Art

Struggling up the mountains like a snail

Lost and found and lost and found again
Struggling up the mountains like a snail
So much suffering in the world of man

Must there be a meaning to our pain?
Empathise with Jonah in the whale!
Lost and found and lost and found again

Why do we go tense when we are lame?
Why feel like  murderous monsters out on bail?
So much suffering in the world humane

Do we get to know  with healing pain?
Stranded on  the pier in a great gale
Lost and found and lost and found again

If God is dead,  where can we make our claim?
Will we die well  when  our life has failed?
So much suffering in the world humane

 

Like  little boats we’re  tossed up  with no sails
Nor do we ever leave a vapour trail
Lost and found and lost and found again
Suffering   splashed  around  like   blood ,like paint

Impels, propels

Hatred both anonymous and vile
Circles round the internet  and spreads
To cruel acts ,to forums full of bile

Without our knowledge it may hurt a child
Making  nightmares active in  small heads
Hatred both anonymous and vile

 

Could I do this, could I feel  driven wild
Then fear to kill but choose to hate instead
With evil acts , with comments full of bile?

What drives such rage,  makes any conscience yield?
Tormented so the mind is nearly dead
So spurts  out hatred in each sentence vile

Envy, malice, blackness, all can reel
What  monstrous film is playing in the head?
The  screen   enables evil, acid, real

Like Sodom and Gomorrah  were by God
We will be  cut down by our own words
Hatred,  perhaps disowned, is  here, is vile
Impels, propels the writing and its bile

 

 

 

De-registered alone

I asked for a new handset for my phone
BT   will provide one totally free
One of them has  broken, don’t I know!

I have several cordless ones at home
They won’t work and I feel all at sea
I asked for a new handset for my phone

Of course I have my Motorola lone
I find it loves me  well  enough for now
My  old phone has  broken, don’t I know!

And then I have a Nokia five point  nine
I keep it in my purse with U.H.U
I  broke the handset on my  landline phone

I like Lenova Tablets set to roam
And Kindle readers  help  me have my tea
My landline  phone won’t register its name

I  can read on androids  truthfully
Now I’ve got ten cordless  phones on me
I asked for a new handset for my phone
One of them  de-registered its soul