Author: Katherine

Poetry writer and author

Each thing must choose again its proper life

 

Before we go to bed   we   vegetate
No need for teacher but  a compost heap.
And as we vegetate, we drift to sleep
While in our dreams  our little mind debates

But mostly we’re  unknowing in this dark
Where  God himself may manifest at will.
His dazzling darkness  makes our souls be still
And wait a strike by living, glowing spark.

But in the morning, we  come  back to  strife
Take up our work and suffer every stroke.
From sapling to the oldest, strongest oak
Each thing must choose again its proper life

Every look we cast at others  strikes
Reflects and shows us what we have become
And when there is no movement,  we are done
Our mind and  heart have chosen what they like.

So in our end , we vegetate again
And  no more rise to labour in the day
For now we  fertilise the fields passed on our way
And show the end of woman and of man.

A  daily round becomes our life and death.
We  live because  we’re  breathed by sacredness

Rhythm, meter, movement are our guides

Actors are the poets of the real.
They mould the air with bodily appeal
The body is the soul  through which we feel
Imprisoned bodies kill the soul ideal.

Dancers fuse with music stretching air.
They push and pull the freedoms that  live there
They play with Newton’s laws as they change gear
The bodies bend and flow with utter zeal.

Singers touch us deeply to the core.
As we listen with  our shrunken hearts  so sore
We  will cry out, oh, more,oh, more , yes, more.
As deep into our inner self ,they gore.

In every aspect of our human lives
Rhythm, meter, movement are our guides

Such a furnace is this blacksmith’s yard

Trivial thinking makes a waste of life;
Like polishing your shoes as Jesus dies.
Yet academics often create strife,
With philosophers more intellingent than wise

Perceptions sharp as nail bombs to the eyes
Are diverted onto other paths and lives.
Who will be the one who can surprise?
With which mind may such perception strive?

Who will listen to the chosen one?
Not the men whose faces are unlined.
Who sees truly what we have become?
In whose imagination is the true refined?

Such a furnace is this blacksmith’s yard
Refinement comes by fire and burning hard.

 

 

The rise and fall of empires

 

 

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Then we have the counter-Enlightenment thinker Giambattista Vico. The 18th century Neapolitan philosopher took human irrationalism seriously, and wrote about our tendency to rely on myth and metaphor rather than reason or nature. Vico’s most “revolutionary move,” wrote Isaiah Berlin, “is to have denied the doctrine of a timeless natural law” that could be “known in principle to any man, at any time, anywhere.”

Vico’s theory of history included inevitable periods of decline (and heavily influenced the historical thinking of James Joyce and Friedrich Nietzsche). He describes his concept “most colorfully,” writes Alexander Bertland at the Internet Encyclopedia of Philosophy, “when he gives this axiom”:

Men first felt necessity then look for utility, next attend to comfort, still later amuse themselves with pleasure, thence grow dissolute in luxury, and finally go mad and waste their substance.

The description may remind us of Shakespeare’s “Seven Ages of Man.” But for Vico, Bertland notes, every decline heralds a new beginning. History is “presented clearly as a circular motion in which nations rise and fall… over and over again.”

Mary and the cardigan

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Mary Brown woke up earlier than usual. She was wondering  whether to make her  mug of tea but instead, she picked up her Nokia Lumia phone and began to read the news
Good grief she said to  Emile I never thought that I would become one of those people who are always looking at their smartphones?
I want a smartphone said Emile. Why should I be deprived when nearly all the cats around here have got them.
I don’t believe it . What News would cats watch,said  their next door neighbour,Annie who had just come in through the kitchen door which was always open [except when it was snowing.] Mary’s  late husband Stan had liked fresh air and he wanted to watch the birds in the garden while he sat at the  kitchen table reading  cookery books and drinking gin.
Annie was wearing a magenta coloured jumpsuit with turquoise stiletto heels on her beautiful feet and a magenta woollen coat wrapped around her shoulders. On  her eyes, she had purple  eyeshadow and black mascara and her lips were covered in  thick shiny magenta  lipstick by Seeher of Harris
How  did you know where to find lipstick to match so well,  asked  Mary?
I didn’t know.I bought the lipstick first from that new shop which sells body shop products and then I took the lipstick into the shops and looked around until I found a coat that was the same colour.
That was a very strange way to shop, said Mary. but it’s probably a good thing to change the way we do things the only problem could be if you can’t find a coat anywhere that is the exact same colour as that lipstick.
I know art so well, if you can’t find one the same colour you could find a contrasting colour,  like  teal or Kingfisher blue. There are more coats in those colours of course, but this year it seems that Lands End have actually been selling magenta coloured coats or at least reddish coats, Annie gushed.
Oh, I hate it when two colours  are not exactly the same. also when I was going to the art class I realised that one can wear two or three colours which are very close to each other on the colour spectrum and it can be very attractive but we could take so much time matching our clothes and make-up , we’d  have no  time to do anything else.
Yes, I so agree with you. That is why some people in the fashion industry developed a  kind of uniform. One lady had seven black cashmere sweaters and 7 black wool skirts and when she found a pair of shoes she liked she was so well  off that she paid to have  hem copied privately so that she had Enough tears to laughter[ enough to last her] for several years.
I think I ‘d get bored if I was just like that but I guess you would have to have a few silk scarves or some beautiful necklaces and a stunningly expensive watch. or you can wear tights in different colours like teal ; at the moment it is possible to buy them in Marks and Spencer’s. Stan liked blue tights  but for many years one couldn’t get  only black or  beige
But do you think that God put women on the Earth so that they could spend many hours every week either thinking about the clothes washing them ironing them or going to the shops and buy some more?
Of course I don’t think that; we were much better off with only had a very small wardrobe but  whenI was at university I had  only one  skirt and I wore it for all the  6 years As  the  fashions went shorter, I turned up the hem; it must have looked dreadful because I didn’t  cut any fabric  any off before I turned up the new hem, so  it was very bulky.. and I had a  thick white polo neck jumper and one pair of black trousers.plus a horrible green cardigan that my mother had knitted for me I say it was horrible because it was a mixture of green and black and she had only bought it because it was being sold off cheaply at the wool shop -no wonder because nobody wanted that colour.Maybe the sheep were green and black!
I have to confess that I was wearing it when I went to my interviews at the university. Usually ,her knitting was very good but on this occasion, she had put the button band on wrongly or perhaps it was too short ;the cardigan was twisted. It was so warm and well made I ended up wearing it for 6 years I can’t remember what I did with it after that.It was a great relief when I could afford to go into Marks and Spencers and buy and buy a lambswool cardigan in a brighter colour.
You poor thing,  said Annie, it’s amazing that you managed to get accepted at University.
Yes, it was hard for girls because they didn’t do mathematics very much; when I told them that I wanted to do research , the  two male interviewers nearly fell off  their chairs laughing. In fact, I’d already done some original research by then.The annoying thing   was that someone else had already solved that problem and published it so I could not have it published in my name
Why did you not tell them about it or even take it with you, asked Annie, in a timely manner
I don’t know. I mean it was the first interview I’ve ever been to and I had no idea what to expect I Nobody in my school had done advanced Level Maths before and I don’t think the teachers understand what they were doing 3/4 of the class failed the exam.I didn’t tell tnhe teacher about my research
Well, I’m glad that you managed to pass, darling, Annie replied  I want you to make some coffee now.
Ok, I will make us both some coffee. would you like a chocolate biscuit?
Yes please , said Annie cheerfully.
Would you like two?
Yes, and Emile wants them as well
And so do all of us

Language poetry

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http://www.creative-writing-now.com/language-poetry.html

 

“Creative Writing Now: In the same essay, you refer to the value of the irrational in poetry, when used correctly — when it is “the right kind of crazy.” Could you talk more about this? Could you talk about the role of play, wordplay,humour, serendipity in your poetry?

Karl Elder: So that following a mid-day trip my wife and I do not have a crabby grandchild on our hands, in order to keep him, a three-year-old, awake in his car seat, I sing his favorite songs, but with a twist: Old MacDonald had a farm—G.I., G.I. Joe. “NOOOO,” he guffaws and then giggles, meaning, of course, “That’s irrational.” Children seem to know intuitively that whacky language is not crazy so much as it is craziness, and should they happen to grow into contemplative adults, craziness may become, for instance, something as serious and challenging as the irrationality of The Book of Job, subject the poem is to interpretation that the divine is revealed only in questions for which there are no answers. Another thought—paradox is a form of irrationality; nevertheless, we “understand” it. And once upon a long time, it was irrational to speak of the earth as round. Yet how prompt our conversion. Human evolution has well outfitted the brain for sea change in an ocean of eons”

May I feel it too?

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I am very self-absorbed.
Try using blotting paper  and stay dry

I fell into a reverie today
Did you get wet?

I was in a brown study all afternoon
Was it Gordon’s?

I  have made the world by my phantasies
Phantastic!

I  wonder if  a vibrator dries the washing.
No,it’s a maiden.
Mind your heads.
This is no the Tube you know.
Is it YouTube?
I have guessed, it’s an I tube.

My grandad had an outside lavatory till he died
Will there be indoor ones in heaven?
Crash
Grandad! You don’t open the back door in heaven.Was it not bolted?
You dug a  tunnel!You’re not a coal-miner anymore.
You want to go to Bethlehem? Through a tunnel? This is not the Holy Land.
You want to leave Gaza!How the hell did you get there?
On second thoughts, don’t tell me.
You were in Egypt?
You like pyramids!
I like men but I don’t build tunnels into their homes.
No,I build tunnels out!

I  have got more incontinent.
Do stop  admiring Europe

Why do the government tell us to eat more fruit and veg?
To help the Common Market!

Why do the government not have enough beds in hospitals?
They can’t all go to sleep at once!

I am feeling my age.
May I feel it too?

 

 

It helps the government to spy on you?

Chick pea pie and cats for the lively - Glimpses between the cracks:Alice's Looking Glass

 

1.It is useful to have a webcam because:

a] It is useful to comb your hair in front of it before you start writing
b] It helps the government to spy on you more cheaply and so reduces income tax.
c] It seemed a good idea at the time.

2.Public libraries are

a] Where rich people let you look at their books.
b] Where you may find a public convenience
c] A relic from our poverty-stricken past.

 

3. Britain is a rich country.So why do  we

a] Have no public conveniences
b]Have fewer public libraries.
c] Have so many old people living in cold houses?

Alfred pants on my head.

 

The doctor has strangled my genius
By giving me thyroxine insidious.
It makes me go shopping
And spend something whopping
I’m the lady who bought all those camellias!

 

Yes, doctors can  carry out tests
And prescribe twenty four dozen wool vests.
I wear one in bed;
Alfred pants on my head.
When will he give me a rest?

Can one buy woollen briefs for old men?
Lawyers could ask to foresee them.
Before they stand trial
They wear socks of lisle
Then they put on their top hats again

 

 

Confusion of our enemies with friends.

As foolish as to graze on sweet iced buns;
Confusion of our enemies with friends.
For we know  that life is harder than a pun
The sentences we write, we’d like to stun
In the future, payment will be grim.
On all we stole, the interest we shall lend.
Even if we have no loaded gun,
We shall in  these deep graves declare the end

Revisiting triolets

http://www.webexhibits.org/poetry/explore_obscure_triolet_atglance.htmltrio-2

The triolet consists of eight lines, with two rhymes and two repeating lines. The opening line repeats itself in the fourth and seventh lines, while the second and eighth lines repeat.The triolet resembles and precedes the rondeau as a written form, in part because rondeaux were exclusively performed as courtly folk songs until the 14th century. Conversely, triolet was purely literary and spoken. In a sense, the triolet is the poetic cousin of the rondeau, since both derived from the rondel.

Rhyme: abaaabab
Structure: Eight lines; opening line repeats in fourth and seventh lines; second and eighth lines repeat
Measure/Beat: Iambic tetrameter
Common Themes: Human folly, relationship, triumph, journey
Other Notes:
  • One of the most tight-knit structures of the Provencal poet-musician movement
  • Often dealt with light-hearted subjects
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Where did free verse start?

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http://www.webexhibits.org/poetry/explore_famous_free_background.html

 

Ancient roots.

While free verse seems modernistic, its roots go back to medieval alliterative verse and even to the Bible. The Bible’s “Song of Songs” is written in what we would now call free verse. Many of the earliest Ancient Greek poets wrote in lines unmeasured by syllables and beat while they were developing what would become lyric poetry. In later Ancient Greece and Rome, however, fixed forms such as the ode, epic, and a variety of measured lyric poetry ruled the literary land.

Walt Whitman

By the latter part of the 19th century, Walt Whitman had mastered free verse.

Modern interpretations.

The promise of irregular cadence continued to beckon unconventional and narrative poets, and began appearing as vers libre in the 19th-century French poetry of Jules Laforgue and Gustave Kant. Germany’s Johann Wolfgang von Goethe also experimented with free verse. By the latter half of the century, Walt Whitman had mastered the form, and bards such as Christina Rosetti, Robert Louis Stevenson, Charles Baudelaire, Gerard Manley Hopkins, and W.E. Henley were writing free verse. Still, it wasn’t until Richard Aldington used the term “free verse” in a 1915 anthology introduction that the form took an English name.

Yet, as T.S. Eliot warned, “No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job.” While free verse is irregular, lyrical, and unmeasured by line counts and stanzas, metrical and rhythmic precision remain just as vital as in other poetic forms.

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With faith and trust, we show our human face

Though love is welcome when at first it dawns
And even when it ripens in the sun
Soon  may  come sensations  all forlorn
A dread that asks us what love might become.

For yearning as we do for hope and care
Yet don’t we fear to lose our private self?
And so to wonder,fearful, how we’ll fare
Blighting both our spirits and our health.

The risks of loss and gain are  not yet known
A judgement must be made on partial facts
To be at once too  trapped  and  too alone
To treat the other with  both truth and tact

With faith and trust, we show  our human face
And hope we each survive that sweet embrace

Bewildered by our contradicting aims

Hurt by lawless, lasting grief and pain
The image of  the refugee disdained
Shows again the face within his face;
And yet he  too is human  in embrace

Bewildered by our contradicting aims;
Obey our Christ or keep our wealth to arm
We too are nervous when we read
The lies of men whom we have picked to lead

Who has got the couragof true gaze
To see the truth and like Our Lord be flayed?
Who will risk rejection by the mass?
Far better to avert our eyes and pass.

No one is an island, John Donne says
The bell that tolls informs and shows our way.

 

 

 

Now, stay calm.It’s only a keyboard.It can’t bite you.

There are always uncountably many more subjects than we can study in a lifetime.Why?
If you can’t sleep,  then daydream all night.Enjoy thinking of all those kind people who passed their jeans on to you.
How many hours should we streak, doctor? 
I mean I’m gonna shriek, doctor.
Now, stay calm.It’s only a keyboard.It can’t bite you.
Don’t you understand, I want to panic! That’s why we need men.To hug us.
Did you say panic or Munich?Both seem relevant now.
As for Jerusalem, I wish it were here then the people in Israel/Palestine would have less to make trouble about.We could put the entire city into a new museum in Scotland.
Then if Trump moves the American Embassy there, it will be here,  if you see what I mean.
Then we can fight on the Temple Mount while admiring the golden Mask.
That wailing wall is just what we need now to frighten Theresa May.
Theresa Maybe?

I have deleted google mail.What is the penalty?

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I have deleted google mail.What is the penalty?
I have broken the letter x .Does that mean nobody anywhere can do algebra now?
Can I download a new x, before I cause world -wide trouble?
Is it odd for economists to ask me why two minuses make a plus?
Do they imagine two recessions will cancel each other out?
Better to be even that be odd?
I have not learned to type but I have a frozen shoulder already.That seems to bode well.
Yahoo seems to have been lax.Why are we punished more than the ones who run everything?

But what use are they in loving?

What was so wrong about asking
About your absence from this world
And trying to grab you back.
holding onto your coat tail?

Eternity’s long enough already
We don’t need your vapour trails.
Was it a wicked thing to do,
As you floated so far away,
To reach out to touch you once more?
I admit I never knew you kept score.
When I beat you at chess so long ago
Were you already packing bags
to throw out the door?
I knew it was the real thing
But some men never do.
You have your expectations
And your tests and rules
But we never learned those
In our higher maths class schools.
We learned rigour and icy vision
Definition and precision.
We learned explanation  and revision
But what use are they in loving
I didn’t know how to navigate your soul 
You were off anyhow.
The orchestra stopped playing
When they saw the gap.
You can’t fly  away forever
But I do be leaving you.
In  such circumstances
What else does a woman like me do?
You can smile and squeeze your eyes tight
Suck in those cheeks and hide your love.
What’s coming after you’s an eagle or a crow
Not a dove…it’s black I know
When you toss it all away then
Seems like it’s long past time
and emotion to call it a day.
Come again…..you must be crazy
Love is clear to me  now like the face of a newborn daisy

They were unable to believe

old-fruit-3“When Fascism came into power, most people were unprepared, both theoretically and practically. They were unable to believe that man could exhibit such propensities for evil, such lust for power, such disregard for the rights of the weak, or such yearning for submission. Only a few had been aware of the rumbling of the volcano preceding the outbreak.”

– Erich Fromm, Escape from Freedom

Not mad but sick

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Writing can make you realise that what you have experienced in real life has many more meanings that the obvious ones.My nephew was driving me on the Motorway with his 3 year old son.When the child asked was it far it seems to have reminded me of my father and how wonderful it was before he got ill, when I was 4 years old.Then. for 2.5  years he was labelled as work shy.He died from advanced lung cancer a little while later
I am convinced much “mental” illness is physical.
I am pretty sure my nephew is healthy but you never know….. his close friend is very ill.
In 2002 I thought I was losing my mind.I kept ringing Thames Water with anxieties about the drains.They were very kind.Then I got worried about the electricityEventually my new GP found I had been diagnosed with hypothyroidism  10 years before and was likely to go into a coma.For some reason, the doctor I had then had forgotten to get in touch with me.You can go crazy with it too.It is very awful feeling like that.I saw her quite a lot so how she missed telling me the test result seems very peculiar.
After I began treatment I was out buying new clothes and forgot all about the drains.But I shall always be grateful to Thames Water.

Mystical experience


 
Red rose
  • A beam of light passed through my eyes
  • And showed to me a world disguised
  •  So near, yet far, we do not see,
    Unless by gift of grace redeemed.

    That world is full of peace and calm
    Its colours mingle like a balm
    In such a moment all thought dies
    Revealing Love which underlies.

    Colours  brush my naked eye
    Sunlight offers new designs.
    I stand enthralled, and do not wish
    For one delight, other than this.

    My breath slows down, and filled with joy,
    I  rove my eyes with bliss to toy.
    Everything is all itself.
    This is now our living wealth.

    Beneath the noise of city traffic,
    This mellow joy, love soporific,
    Such depth and peace is always near
    When we choose Love and turn from fear

In the late winter, snails and worms, ever slower is my theme

 

Winter weather, frost and sky,

See white geese and silver stars.

Two cooing doves with collars red,

Watching out for seeded bread.

From the sun  ,low in the sky,

Light falls slantwise to my eyes.

Trees bud though invisible,

Nothing that my eyes can see.

Bulbs shoot up from dark cold soil

Where worms and beetles quietly toil.

We take for granted air and sky,

Love the birds we see fly by

But who loves the worms and slugs

And those creatures we call bugs.

So in our dark cold winter time,

Praise these creatures in the grime.

Without these worms, our crops would die.

No cornfields for us to lie

Midst the poppies bright red flowers

Revelling in soft summery bowers.

Praise the snails and bees and ants

For these and spiders, let’s give thanks.

As the lightness needs the dark,

From darkness come life-giving sparks.

Enrich darkness with our gifts

Look not always to the swift.

Slow and patient like these worms,

Nature’s lowness is my theme

A night to remember

 
 
 

Stan was wearing his best suit topped by a denim apron polishing the big windows with a microfibre cloth as he waited breathlessly for his stunning wife.Mary entered the room wearing a long purple and mauve dress which clung somewhat tightly to the curvaceous contours of her beautifully rounded body.On her feet she had some smart pewter ballet slippers and in her elegant hand she carried a huge pewter clutch bag which contained some of her many medications.She addressed Stan,”I think I can leave my handbag behind if I put my mouth spray into my bra.”
“That somehow detracts from the romance of the evening.” Stan pronounced openly.~
“Well,you know, I never had a cleavage until lately and I felt I ought to make the most of it.”
“Surely I should be the one make the most of it,” he riposted jocosely.
“Of course you may.my angel, but not in the restaurant”  she answered back sweetly
“I’ll put your spray in my pocket then, shall I?”
Suddenly the doorbell rang.”Who’s this?”It was Annie, their next door neighbour. she was wearing a coral velvet track suit with matching Reeboks and sun hat .”Hi,I just came in with a little prezzie” She declaimed.In her hand was a huge box of chocolates..
“Gosh, Mary, you look lovely in that beautiful long dress but you’re not going on your bike, are you?”
“No, we are having a cab, but it’s not come as yet.”
“Well, never mind.I’ll ring 999 and get them to send an emergency ambulance for you!”
Fortunately, as luck would have it the minicab flew through the sky and it was only as they were entering the restaurant that Stan realised he was still wearing his old denim apron.
“Shall I take it off?” he pondered.
On the pro side ,I will look smarter ,on the con side ,I might spill some soup down my front.I wish I’d done more logic at college.So he kept it on.Mary didn’t seem to notice.She just took him for granted.
If he stood on his head and sang”Jerusalem” she probably wouldn’t pay any attention.
Then he noticed that Mary was wearing an apron too.It was the same colour as her dress.What a brilliant idea , he thought.”There may be money in this.” He could start a small business,”Aprons R You” selling lovely aprons in all colours of the rainbow.
Suddenly he heard noises ,he awoke and heard Mary shouting “How can you go to sleep when you are out with me?”
“Would you prefer me to recite the Periodic Table?” he snapped gently.
“I’d like a poem,” she cried…
All right, Petal, I’ll think of one soon.In the meantime would you like a fool?”
“No.I’ve got you,” she responded ungraciously.
“I mean for a pudding?”
“Oh , yes, please.A Rubik fool would be lovely.It will pass the time.You know I get so bored.”
“Well, I do my best but it’s hard keeping up with you.Would you like to read a few truth tables whilst I finish my meat.”
He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small leather bound book.
“Truth tables and levitation for geniuses,” by Bertha Russell.
“Oh, Stan , this looks interesting.I’ve always wanted to fly like an angel or an owl.”
“It’s never too late to say never.” he responded.
“Whatever do you mean?”
“I don’t know.Just because a sentence is grammatically correct doesn’t imply that it means something.”
“Yes, quite right.And conversely, a sentence can mean something even when it’s not grammatically correct.”
“Isn’t thinking exciting!”
“Yes, indeed.I was thinking how exciting it will be to go to bed with you.”
“Wow, good grammar and full of meaning.I am yours.I am like a ripe plum ready to drop off the tree.I am a cat ready to mate.I am a song waiting to be sung.”
“Gosh, are metaphors your bete noir?”
“Je ne parle pas Francais.”
“Aimez vous ein Nederlander?”
“Sprechen sie Deutsche?”
Ist sein mutter immer krank?”
And so they trotted off happily to bed like two pigs in clover, as Shakespeare might have said when drunk.

What happens when it rains?

I have put all my photos on the Cloud.What happens when it rains?
Which cloud is it and why?
Sometimes there are no clouds so where are my photos then?
Is it the Cloud of Unknowing?
They say my cloud is full.Shall I wait till it rains and see what happens?
How do  clouds get here? If  they are mist could my photos appear on someone’s windscreen?Would I be legally to blame if the car crashes.
My computer has crashed.Have I got third party insurance?
I can’t afford a computer.Shall I buy an abacus instead?

Spider Router

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My router has no SatNav.Shall I make a hole in it and glue one in?
I super glued my Chromebook to a tray.Now It won’t fit into my bag.Shall I buy a new Chromebook or a new bag? Or give up entirely and iron my camera?

I think BT re-routed me.Where are google maps when you have no computer?Are they in the public library?

My phone browser is unsupported.Does it need a stand?Can I download a wooden one free?

I have lost interest in the web.Can I buy some spiders to use it?Will they breed?

I found a new world wide web– of lies

firstfruitI found a new world wide web– of lies.
I found the internet spelt internment in the newspaper.And you don’t bother with a trial.If they pick you, that’s it,free, gratis and even water skiing.Or was it hoarding?Can one hoard water?
My bladder burst!
I said I was browsing the web, not buying a  wooden  head.
She just can’t get rejected as yet.Bee Tree and Yolk Yolk and Who’d a  phoned are all offering her big disc  counts
What’s a world wide web of fear? Don’t do anything, it’s  almost here.
I think I  have no feelings , none at all.I am just a box of bricks.
You could have over-ruled me at night.
Try Outernet, the extraverts internet.
Why not invent a new word? Is it a sin? No it’s a sim.
Why not sin with your sim?
Ring the White House and
ask for  mercy for the over -aged.
From the over-raged…..
it’s
doubt-rageous!

Rejoice now for it ends debate


The fire that cleanses, consummates.
Rejoice now for  it ends debate
 
I   been dead for four  years, dear
Bury me  for love is here.
 
Death repeats itself in song
In the waves where  sailors sinned.
 
Ancestral  voices call to me:
For Jesus’ sake, make us some tea.
 
Jesus, master, make me strong.
Heretic , I loved your song.
 
Show yourself to me, your child.
I have waited , sweet beguiled.

I would see you, can not wait

Tragic is many girls’ fate.
 
Slain by  men whom  they loved deep
Love is murder and it’s cheap.
 
Whores are paid and get rewards.
Bitterness is far too hard.
 
Men are lonely, so they say,
Did you come here to get laid?
 
Yet men must marry and then slay.
You can buy them on E bay
 
Paypal is a women’s friend
Pay St Peter and ascend.
 
Your little face is wrinkled now
Suffer me to stroke your brow.
 
You tried so hard to  choose  the path
Did you hear the primrose laugh?
 
Goodbye, my dove,I hear the call
Take me soon and take me all.

“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well”

“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well”
St Julian of Norwich

Trust the unknown force that grew you,
From the joining of two cells.
Act of love, of mutual giving,
Created you, a   unique self.

Trust the dark, the unseen aspects
Of the life we all must live.
Trust that there is wisdom elsewhere,
To your emptiness to give.

Wait in patience for the time
When inspiration comes at last
Trust in darkness, silence,lowness.
Opposition forms the cross.

Pain is bearable in lowness,
Like the worm,in earth I dwell.
When I look I see the sunrise
And I trust all shall be well.