The men we lost in Europe,it destroyed
A generation  childless ,loveless,dumb
It’s madness making  suicidal wars

Women  lost their lovers so employed
Were made to live  in chastity like nuns
The men we lost in Europe,love destroyed

In our own heart love  dwells at the core
And like attracts what’s like itself to come
It’s madness making  suicidal wars

Does it matter if we’re nuns or whores
Life flows like our blood does when we’re  done
The men we lost in Europe,us destroyed

Should we wonder what our life is for?
Is this  what they call a practice run?
Is madness causing  suicidal wars?

Kings and Queens sat on  their idle thrones
While the poor fought till they were but bones
The wars we won in Europe,it destroyed
Do men  enjoy these  everlasting wars?

Yes, red berries glow in  clear sunlight
And holly tree’s  sharp leaves give home to birds
But I am weary, ready for the night

Yes,in winter no mosquitoes bite
But coldness slows the flow of mind and word
Yet red berries sway in   breeze and light

If I were a bird, I might take flight.
To ourselves compassion must be turned
For  all are weary, ready for the night

Compare a  nuclear bomb to nature’s might
Violence and destruction  come unearned
While  blood red berries boast in   base sunlight

Crowds are gathered ready for a fight
Verbal  violence lashes and hate burns
Now I  weary, ready for the night

One wrong word might make our world  ignite
Danger sends its lovers their invites
While red berries  taunt in  love’s sunlight
I am weary, ready for the night

By Mike Flemming 2018 Copyright

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/70139/the-poetry-of-world-war-i

How much does it cost to get a hair cut?
Sorry, we don’t do  just  one hair.

How much is a shampoo?
Ten pounds more than you expect.

How much is a blow dry?
Sorry,I am out of breath.

Can you dye my hair?
I can dye it but I shan’t

Would red hair suit me?
For what?

Will a perm attract men?
No,  they are too impatient to sit for that long

How shall I look when I’m dressed up?
The same.

Am I overweight?
No, under-height.

Do you like my new coat?
Stop fishing for compliments.

Shall I have a full body massage?
No, get married again

I can’t get married again
Why not?
I have never been married

Can I date on the Internet?
In theory.

Do you have to pay for joining Soul Mates
Check your grammar.

Why are pronouns important?
To or for whom?
I see

Can I go to Bath now?
Not unless you’d like to get in with my husband
I mean on a train
Sorry, the bath is not on a train.
I was told to go to Paddington.
Why, is it a good place to pick up men?
I don’t want any men,I want Bath
I know you are foreign but we say  ” a bath”
I want to get to a Bath as I am meeting my sister  there
As well as my husband.I wonder how much  hot water we have
What has water got to do with it?
I see, you want a dry bath?
It would be nice if it were dry as I have no mac
No,dear.You don’t need clothes in a bath
You mean  they are all nudists?
Who?
The Citizens of Bath.They can’t come here anyway.
Nobody can except my husband
And you
Well, we are married.
Can you prove it?
We have the same surname
You might be siblings
Wow, that sounds grand but I only speak SQUINGLISH
And so say all of us

Customer: “How much does it cost to Bath on the train?”
Operator: “If you can get your feet in the sink, then it’s free.”
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How much is it to Rome?
While we are in the EU it’s free.
I don’t believe that.
Quite right.I am a liar.
You admit it?
I boast of it.
And to think you work for Transport for London
Sorry,I am only here to  check the i Phones
Why don’t they use landlines?
Well, when the Channel Tunnel shuts there won’y be any land under the sea.
When will it shut?
When we leave the EU.
That is odd.Why?
EU no wanna see U!

Hidden in the sprawl of suburbs green
Extended semis,kitchens full of tools
Ancient houses where the long lost dreamed

Visited by Tudor king and queen
Here to hunt,to gain release from rule
Hidden in the sprawl of suburbs green

Keats’s autumn mists  and mellow streams
Where children loved to fish in  dark  cool, pools
Edged by houses where the long gone dreamed

In new kitchens, butcher’s sharp knives  gleam
See tall fridges where the meat is cooled
Common in the sprawl of suburbs green

Busy parents don’t hear children scream.
Welcome to the demons of misrule
In the houses where no-one can dream

Now time  is racing,  pauses are for fools
Post and pre, our modern life is cruel
Hidden in the sprawl of suburbs green
Ancient houses, would that I could  dream,

The government have appointed a minister for loneliness but from people I know I can see they don’t take up chances to do activities  or go to places where they might meet others
One lady is a brilliant knitter but will not go to a group of knitters weekly as ” they are all old people” and so is she
She liked going to church but stopped.She stopped attending an art class as they were all strangers… well, that is obvious.I think she is affected by class and status too and we are all guilty of forgetting other people have less money or less education than the middle class.
I asked a couple of people would they come to an art class and they immediately said they were no good.I was told I was no good at school but found I was better than I expected~
So fear of failure still affects us even after working and bringing up children the sharp  blows of childhood and  unkind teachers still stop us having a go at something.
I wonder what this minister will do.I have a number of Catholic neighbours who have hardly spoken to me since I was widowed but 2 Muslims have been wonderful as have some atheists
I suppose the message of compassion  in the Bible is not strong enough to overcome the fear of experiencing another person’s grief;or  you fear that they will  become dependent on you.
So if we live alone, let’s see if we can help ourselves a bit as well as hoping for new initiatives from the Government.
I have a very friendly spider in the bathroom.That’s a start,I guess!

Moral hurt shames poor and homeless folk
They feel harassed, and hungry  for a share
While wasting money to the rich’s a joke

We look at those above us and their work
Seek to imitate, to get their wares
Moral hurt shames poor and homeless folk

And yet they gamble , some will dare to smoke
Criticise them, don’t they see it’s fair,
When wasting money to the rich’s a joke

See  designer jeans on butts that stalk
You have a connection to Nowhere
Moral hurt shames poor and homeless folk

Should we give more money to make hope?
Will we meet God’s eyes for will we dare?
When wasting money to the rich’s a joke

On the day of judgement, all are bare.
The emperors of earth lie low and swear
Moral hurt shames poor and homeless folk
While wasting money to the rich’s a joke

http://www.openculture.com/2016/03/scientists-discover-that-james-joyces-finnegans-wake-has-an-amazingly-mathematical-multifractal-structure.html

“And yet, reports The Guardian, scientists at the Institute of Nuclear Physics in Poland have found that James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake—a novel we might think of as perhaps the most self-consciously referential examination of language written in any tongue—is “almost indistinguishable in its structure from a purely mathematical multifractal.” Trying to explain this finding in as plain English as possible, Julia Johanne Tolo at Electric Literature writes:

To determine whether the books had fractal structures, the academics looked at the variation of sentence lengths, finding that each sentence, or fragment, had a structure that resembled the whole of the book.

And it isn’t only Joyce. Through a statistical analysis of 113 works of literature, the researchers found that many texts written by the likes of Dickens, Shakespeare, Thomas Mann, Umberto Eco, and Samuel Beckett had multifractal structures. The most mathematically complex works were stream-of-consciousness narratives, hence the ultimate complexity of Finnegans Wake, which Professor Stanisław Drożdż, co-author of the paper published at Information Sciences, describes as “the absolute record in terms of multifractality.” (The graph at the top shows the results of the novel’s analysis, which produced a shape identical to pure mathematical multifractals.)”

via Talk less, listen more, ask questions

Always keep beauty near you when checking for spam

1.Never get  your English grammar  correct.
2.Make sure your comment is not relevant to the post you put it on
3.Never ask me to pass it on to the Relevant person
4 Do get a few spelling errors in when you offer writing advice
5.Be sure that  money advice is very suitable for a poem about death
6 Always use American English if the blogger is in the UK and vice versa
7.Always over-compliment the writer.
8 Never use a dictionary unless for killing beetles or impressing others
9 Tell poets they should write for  an Angling Magazine.
10 Never read a post before you comment
11 Try commenting on an infinite number of posts daily.
12 Study maths instead of spamming

The homeless  are mocked as failures as they starve
The churchyard has no benches anymore
We harden up our hearts  so we can strive

Is it then a curse to be alive?
People sleep on  pavements by shop doors
The homeless  are called failures as they starve

Yet, monarchs and  new presidents survive
When it’s clear they’re pigs ,or rather, boors
We’ve hardened up our hearts as on we strive

I feel most would be happy to revive
A culture which has got a cushioned floor
The homeless  are called failures as they starve

A shell may well protect us till it breaks
We see we are no safer than a whore
We’ve hardened up our hearts and risked our lives

What are our true values at the core?
Who would choose a baby to adore?
The homeless  are labelled failures as they starve
We harden up our hearts but do not thrive

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/sep/27/holiday-stanley-middleton-review-nicholas-lezard-paperback

Extract:

“The novel also gains resonance from echoes of other works, in particular Eliot’s The Waste Land. Fisher may be 100 miles north of Margate Sands, but, like Eliot, he is busy connecting nothing with nothing; his name is a reminder of Eliot’s Fisher King, that emblem of sterility; and the conversations he has with other holidaymakers are strongly reminiscent of the snatches of chatter in Eliot’s poem. (In another novel, the darkly titled Married Past Redemption (1993), a character unknowingly quotes Eliot, so he’s certainly in his mind, and Holiday has its sprinkling of other literary references; Fisher is, after all, cultured man. Middleton would also, as a musician, have been aware that Edwin Fischer was the name of a particularly good pianist, best known for his interpretations of Bach.)

Such resonances can be taken or left;  the novel’s power, which builds slowly but unmistakably, is its own. And Middleton is the most forensically acute of observers: if you want to know exactly what Britain was like in the early 1970s, then you won’t do better than to read this.”

What is it lowers our spirits,makes us blue
When it’s dark and wet and damp as moss
Even when we’re mobile,wealthy too

On the News they mention epic flu
People dying, what is it we’ve lost?
What is it lowers our spirits,makes us blue

The News now clings to us like superglue
There are no beds for  patients but the frost
Even when we’re mobile,wealthy too

Is it meaning that we don’t pursue
Boring work makes   hearts feel  lonely,lost
What is it lowers our spirits,makes us blue

Is there no compassion and no clue?
One day to the scrap heap we’ll be tossed
Even when we’re mobile,wealthy too

Fragile in the company of ghosts
We can’t cook the usual Sunday roast
What is it lowers our spirits,makes us blue
Even when we’re housed and wealthy too?

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2016/jul/02/how-to-be-happy-when-the-news-is-bad-brexit-trump-oliver-burkeman/

Extract

” Stop telling yourself that you need to feel upbeat, and it begins to seem less pointless to make some tiny effort to address one or two of those problems: to take on a small weekly volunteering role here; to make a modest donation to charity there. The solution to feeling so despairing about the news, in short, is to let yourself feel despairing – and take action, too. “One of the great things about everything being so fucked up,” Jensen likes to say when speaking to audiences, “is that no matter where you look, there’s a lot of work to be done.”

Don’t kid yourself that you will single-handedly eradicate nationwide or global problems; instead, define and pursue small-scale goals, like joining a campaign with some connection to the issues that trouble you the most. Focus on activities you enjoy: these will be much easier to sustain. And there is certainly some relief in attending to your own wellbeing. Exercise, sleep, time spent in nature, meditation and socialising are all proven paths to increased happiness; they’re cliches, but only because they really work – and it isn’t self-indulgent to make time for them.

Paradoxically, it’s through taking action, despite not feeling happy about the situation, that a deeper kind of happiness can arise. (That’s certainly the implication of research on the emotional benefits of volunteering, charitable giving, community involvement and political protest.) Jensen has written that people sometimes ask him why he doesn’t just kill himself, if things are as bad as he says. “The answer is that life is really, really good. I am a complex enough being that I can hold in my heart the understanding that we are really, really fucked, and at the same time that life is really, really good. I am full of rage, sorrow, joy, love, hate, despair, happiness, dissatisfaction, and a thousand other feelings. ”

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=48086

• Differences of Opinion

  BY WENDY COPE

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Browse all issues back to 1912

https://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2016/11/still-poetry-will-rise/507266/

I do what comes naturally  now
Love my husband and neighbour  somehow
They may complain
With them I’ve not lain
It’s all in my head, that is true

For my mind has taken charge of my soul
My body  must obey to be whole
I  lay in their arms
But it’s all in my dreams
So they ‘re as  unhappy as a pack of known trolls

What a pity they don’t do gender fluid
As they do not have to be nude
Then they could bed each other
While I dreamed with no bother
Without being told I am rude

To me, love’s an ethical  demand
The Good must give me its commands
I will be receptive
But perhaps not deceptive
Or I may be put on remand.

I don’t know that  lovers need  kiss
To obtain eternally bliss
Just smiling  brightly
Is not so unsightly
But touching is  something I’d miss

T

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natural_law

“Although Plato did not have an explicit theory of natural law (he rarely used the phrase ‘natural law’ except in Gorgias 484 and Timaeus 83e), his concept of nature, according to John Wild, contains some of the elements found in many natural law theories.^[8] According to Plato, we live in an orderly universe.^[9] The basis of this orderly universe or nature are the forms, most fundamentally the Form of the Good, which Plato describes as “the brightest region of Being”.^[10] The Form of the Good is the cause of all things, and when it is seen it leads a person to act wisely.^[11] In the Symposium, the Good is closely identified with the Beautiful.^[12] In the Symposium, Plato describes how the experience of the Beautiful by Socrates enabled him to resist the temptations of wealth and sex.^[13] In the Republic, the ideal community is, “…a city which would be established in accordance with nature.”^[14]

Aristotle[edit]

Plato (left) and Aristotle (right), a detail of The School of Athens, a fresco by Raphael.

Greek philosophy emphasized the distinction between “nature” (physis, φúσις) on the one hand and “law”, “custom”, or “convention” (nomos, νóμος) on the other. What the law commanded would be expected to vary from place to place, but what was “by nature” should be the same everywhere. A “law of nature” would therefore have the flavor more of a paradox than something that obviously existed.^[1] Against the conventionalism that the distinction between nature and custom could engender, Socrates and his philosophic heirs, Plato and Aristotle, posited the existence of natural justice or natural right (dikaion physikon, δικαιον φυσικον, Latin ius naturale). Of these, Aristotle is often said to be the father of natural law.^[3]

Aristotle’s association with natural law may be due to the interpretation given to his works by Thomas Aquinas.^[15] But whether Aquinas correctly read Aristotle is in dispute. According to some, Aquinas conflates natural law and natural right, the latter of which Aristotle posits in Book V of the Nicomachean Ethics (Book IV of the Eudemian Ethics). According to this interpretation, Aquinas’s influence was such as to affect a number of early translations of these passages in an unfortunate manner, though more recent translations render those more literally.^[16]Aristotle notes that natural justice is a species of political justice, specifically the scheme of distributive and corrective justice that would be established under the best political community; were this to take the form of law, this could be called a natural law, though Aristotle does not discuss this and suggests in the Politics that the best regime may not rule by law at all.^[17]

The best evidence of Aristotle’s having thought there was a natural law comes from the Rhetoric, where Aristotle notes that, aside from the “particular” laws that each people has set up for itself, there is a “common” law that is according to nature.^[18] Specifically, he quotes Sophocles and Empedocles:

Universal law is the law of Nature. For there really is, as every one to some extent divines, a natural justice and injustice that is binding on all men, even on those who have no association or covenant with each other. It is this that Sophocles’ Antigone clearly means when she says that the burial of Polyneices was a just act in spite of the prohibition: she means that it was just by nature:

“Not of to-day or yesterday it is,

But lives eternal: none can date its birth.”

And so Empedocles, when he bids us kill no living creature, he is saying that to do this is not just for some people, while unjust for others:

“Nay, but, an all-embracing law, through the realms of the sky

Unbroken it stretcheth, and over the earth’s immensity.”^[19]”

The land we once called Holy dies like Christ
The iron walls, the guns, the sacrifice.
Evil comes,religions onward fight

Angels and archangels put to flight
Bedouin tents are darker than black ice
The land we once called Holy bleeds like Christ

In the deserts of the soulless nights
Mothers clutch their  babies, tanks roll by.
Evil comes,religion God denies

After Holy death, will man survive?
The tortured ones  will torture others thrice
The land we once called Holy dies like Christ

Dazed by resurrection in dark night,
Where and when the beast that slouches twice?
Evil comes,religion God denied

Where can we lose our hatred and embrace
Those that killed our spirit and our eyes
The land we once called Holy dies like Christ
Evil comes, the grave is gaping wide,

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