Blaise Pascal
No rascal
Lay in bed
His thoughts to thread.

Blaise Pascal
Was my pal
My heart ‘s no reason
For treason.

Blaise Pascal
Formidable
Number played
Where ere he laid

http://thoreau.eserver.org/walking1.html

We think grieving must have a pattern
So mother knits a jumper following her pattern
And grief must have one too.
We’re all different sizes
So  knitting patterns do have a bit of variation
Knitting a coat for your cat or dog
That needs a quite other pattern.
But much as we like our patterns for predicting and ordering our lives
Maybe there isn’t one for sorrow.
Maybe killing yourself might be over-reacting
Though many spouses die close together naturally.
Starving ourself might be too much
But nobody else knows,except the lost one,
What in us might govern our grieving.

With quarrelling too there are wide variations
I hurt my sister,in a week we make up.
But for others it brings  40 years of silence
Maybe apologising  is seen as failure, as a wound to our self
Whereas for some it’s a welcome means of relating again

For some things,like our British weather, the patterns are unstable
Or don’t exist.
So we feel our way like the blind do through a cave,touching with our fingers
Trying to guess the route.
And some people hurt us by saying.YOU  WILL NEVER FEEL BETTER.
And others by saying,stop moaning.
And they say,NEVER STAY IN BED.
When that might help us for a few days….
It’s as if they think that if we  depart slightly from their path we will  go mad  or die.
But nobody knows

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/rondel-poetry-form

Here are the rondel poetry form rules:

1. Poem consists of 13 lines in 3 stanzas
2. Rhyme scheme: ABba/abAB/abbaA (uppercase letters are refrains)
3. Usually 8 syllables per line

If you wish to write a rondel prime (or supreme), add a 14th line. In fact, rondel prime sounds pretty cool.

Here’s my attempt at a rondel poem:

“Some Good”

Every day, there is some good;
every day, there is some bad.
Don’t worry about what you had
or waste your time knocking on wood,

because this life’s misunderstood,
and there’s no reason to get mad–
every day, there is some good;
every day, there is some bad.

Crime happens in all neighborhoods,
though in some crime is just a fad.
If you live somewhere safe, be glad
you’re well off. Elevate your mood–
every day, there is some good.

*****

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Eye in the sky, and the air is cool
The cat is black, birds running all day
And sit down here,  finally with the “Totty”
O my foolish thoughts snatched from hell.

We are angry at each bureaucratic mill
O the cold zone, because I’ve never understood, such as:
The air is hot and flashy :air a’spark
Saturn demoted her knees

Dash this spring, spring Sample.
I check in this city, and the date May tree.
Oh, a pair of tiger cat astray bed.!
So Joseph lived in the life of a prostitute of the will,
From the sky in Arizona, even more stringent in the Luftwaffe

Geschrieben am 1. August 2016 um Katherine

Augen in den Himmel, und die Luft ist kühl
Die Katze ist schwarz Vögel den ganzen Tag laufen
Und sitzen hier unten , und schließlich mit dem " Totty "
O meine törichten Gedanken aus Teufel entrissen .

Wir sind wütend auf jeden bürokratischen Mühlen
O der kalten Zone , denn ich habe nie verstanden , wie zum Beispiel:
Die Luft ist heiß und schrill Luft a'spark
Saturn degradiert ihr kniete

DASH diese Feder , Feder Sample My
Ich überprüfe in dieser Stadt , und das Datum Mai-Baum .
Oh, ein Paar von Tigerkatze Irre Bett.
Also wohnte Joseph in das Leben einer Dirne des Willens ,
Vom Himmel in Arizona, sogar noch strenger in der Luf

Lumina caelum, et frigidus aer
Cattus niger curre avibus exponere tota die
Et sede hic: et tandem cum “totty”
Eiecistis O stultas cogitationes meae rapuisti.

Nos singulis iratus est bureaucratic molas
O zona frigida, quia numquam intelligitur, ut:
Caeli a’spark aer calidus et argutae
Saturnia degradauit knelled eorum

IMPETUS hac penna, pinna Sample meum,
Ego reprehendo in civitate illa, et date May frondosum.
O par felis tigris lectuli erraverunt.
Et habitavit in meretricia vita voluntatis,
Caeli in turpis, etiamnum acrior aer.

Title  : Pourquoi?
Author : Hellon

And…

as a rusting boat slouched sulkily
against the evening sky
and pebbles terraced
the shoreline,
I meandered at the ocean’s edge
gazing towards a far-off horizon
wondering…

…WHY?

@Hellon 29th July 2016

1.Archimedes helped the Greeks make weapons.
He got  his ideas in the bath.
So if you want peace,don’t take a bath.
And never go out with anyone called Eureka.
I expect she got blamed for not warming his towel.
Maths is still used in warfare.Research in the USA may still be funded by the military as it was in the 60’s…..I know

2.Zeno liked tortoises.
He invented the paradox of the tortoise and the hare….
Don’t go there.
I told you.

3.Euclid liked triangles very much.
Freud did too.
What do we conclude?
Three is harder than two.
Four is even harder.
Permutations and combinations.Lead me on………..

Heidegger’s IQ was so high
He  saluted the Nazi’s  sans sigh
He stuck to their line
Beyond reasonable time
The zeitgest sank ;Europe must pay

Heidegger seduced Hannah Arendt
When she was  at first his student
Today it’s called
Sexual harassment.
Politically incorrect
But  moreover she was Jewish.
So no doubt he thought it was a favour.
A child would have been Jewish!

The sky  is stark ,the air is cool and still
The black cat’s  run,the birds unfold all day
I sit  down here and with a totty pray
Ye cast o’ foolish thoughts, you raped my   will.

We’ve  each enraged  the bureaucratic mills
Oh  frigid purse, I  never   meant to pay!
The sky ‘s  a’spark,the air is warm and shrill
The saturnine demoted  knelled their way

With this feathered pounce, my sample quill,
I  cite the cheque and date it  leafy May.
Oh,tit for cat, the tiger’s  bed ‘s astray.
And now  life’s settled by  a  harlot’s will
The sky ‘s a shark, the air is  sharper still.

Wittgenstein
Drank wine
Like cats
To pat

Alfred North Whitehead
Was very shortsighted
He worked out with Russell
Their minds used to jostle.
Principia Mathematica?
I’d rather wear a catheter

Iris Murdoch
Drank dandelion and burdock
She wrote of the Good
Right where she stood!

We don’t have hate crime here in Dent
For we ‘re  reet  up the dale
The road’ s   that steep ,it scares the sheep
And blocks the Daily Mail.

We don’t care what  race God made you
If you will sup our ale
Some can’t take the bitterness
Southerners shall turn pale.

If you are blonde,please don’t abscond
We like the Viking cast
We also like the thick black  hair
With which our doctor’s  blessed.

We liked  mixed races up the hills
And we like them down
We go to bed, and swing the lead
While the old  do frown.

So some kids have big blonde curls
And some have straight black hair
Some have eyes like damson sloes
All exceeding fair.

Up here in winter it’s not fun
For all we do is knit
We can’t get down to any town
So must employ wa wit.

The evenings long ,we pass with song
Just as do the Finns
The women knit,the  men all spit
Straight out into the bins.

We’re making wa first album  now
It’s called the Magic Newt
We combined Handel and the blues,
Jazz   and our steel boots.

We also  like to rock and roll
And ,man,wa rocks are big
So if you come to old Dent town
Don’t try to steal wa pig.

Sigmund Freud
With minds toyed
Saw new ways
To be amazed

Adam Philips
Didn’t will it
He really plays
While reality pays

Joanna Field’s
Mind unpeeled
She liked to paint
I’ve no complaint

Bertrand Russell
Got into a tussle
Principles askew
He seduced quite a few.

Leibnitz liked dots
Or little black spots
Newton’s notation
Was a great aggravation

Cantor got paranoia
About  the eyes of a voyeur
He liked the continuum
As far as one  could a’ knew ‘im

One of the most remembered Clerihew from Bentley's collection is:

Sir Humphrey Davy
Abominated gravy.
He lived in the odium
Of having discovered sodium.