Author: Katherine

Poetry writer and author

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We often don’t hear what people say even when we speak the same language.Sometimes it’s lack of attention,sometimes unconscious motivations when we don’t wish to know something.And in a foreign country we might try to understand by imagining it is English with a peculiar accent.I come from Lancashire and I am often asked if I am foreign.IMG_0007

 

 

À cœur vaillant rien d’impossible.
A curve ain’t ruined  with  the impossible.
A curved ale wants ruin dim but possible
A curve ain’t tuned  till impossible
A curved  elephant reined inm possibly.
Accurately veiled ruins are impossible

À l’impossible nul n’est tenu.
Al.I’m possibly null; nest tonight?
Al,it’s impossible now.it’s not you.
A limp ,oscillating bull Not any who?

À quelque chose malheur est bon.
At Selkirk choose Mal;hurry,man
A kilt shows Mal’s hairs live on
A Sulker chose Mallory’s bun

Après la pluie le beau temps.
Apprella,who’s she? Get the boat times.
Appeals and pleas elbow time
I pray that we  get the boat on

L’arbre cache souvent la forêt.
Large cache,Susan,now for it!
Arbitrary dash;savant  rolls  in the forest
Library cash,Sue vents, la la forget;

Aussitôt dit, aussitôt fait
Aussie toes date? Aussie toes fey!
Ossified totes date…Fay!
Also taught Dee,also  taught Fay.

Autres temps, autres mœurs
Owe Tom,owe,Maire?
Ought we tamper,blight  her hair?
Ought her stem cells to merge?
Over the top,over the murder.

We are inherently good..?

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For Aristotle, goodness is a kind of prospering in the precarious affair of being human.

Tags: Affair, Human  ✍ Author: Terry Eagleton

 

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http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2015/oct/14/selfish-proof-ego-humans-inherently-good

Do we have the right to help ourselves to some religious offerings?

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This is  what I think…..You do not have to believe in the conventional ideas of God nor to be able to say the Nicean Creed to find some aspects of religion helpful.

Matthew 6:25–34

25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worryf about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.g Are you not much more valuable than they?h 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your lifee?i

28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendorj was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?k 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.l 33 But seek first his kingdomm and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.n 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble o

 

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She ain’t won no prizes yet

           There was a letter in Writing magazine,
As it happens it ‘s an issue I’ve already seen.
One,asked if it is true that poetry with rhymes
Is not the fashion in our times.

So we crack our outgrown shells, desiring all

Our life is like a shell upon the shore,
Tossed up by squally,salty,shivering sea
.To shrink inside is safe,yet we want more,
To make,to love,to see,at last to be.

 

A shell, though tough, is made to open out;
To give the living core its chance to grow
Towards the new we each must shed our doubt.
Every myth and story say it’s so..
Impregnable,that home had seemed to be
To the tiny creature growing in its heart#.
Yet thrown by winds across the rolling sea
The slender cage must open and let part.
Protection can be prison to the soul.
So we  crack our    outgrown shells, desiring all

Life is fine

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Life is fine

by Langston Hughes

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

 

 
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My hovercraft is full of eels

 

 

 

http://www.omniglot.com/language/phrases/hovercraft.htm

kráft mu íne gemáto hélia)
Greenlandic Umiatsiaasara pullattagaq nimerussanik ulikkaarpoq
Gujarati મારું હોવેરક્રાફ્ટ ઈલ માછલીઓ થી ભરાઈ ગયું છે
(maru hovercraft eel machhalio thi bharay gayu chh
Hausa Jirgina a cike yake da bano
Hawaiian Pihaʻū oʻu mokukauaheahe i nā puhi
Hebrew הרחפת שלי מלאה בצלופחים
(Harahefet sh’eli mele’ah betzlofahim)
Hindi मेरी मँडराने वाली नाव सर्पमीनों से भरी हैं
(merī ṃḍarāne vālī nāv sarpamīnoṁ se bharī haiṅ)
Hungarian A légpárnás hajóm tele van angolnákkal

 

 

Someone else can say it

Some times,we have to find another person’s words
To say it
A leaf to dance it
A flower to show it
A breeze to wave it
A smile to share it
A tear to express it
And this can reconnect us
Though with all the words  and feelings
embedded in our minds
We are always connected
to human being
but we can lose it

Messy Room By Shel Silverstein  

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Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater’s been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or–
Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familia

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/messy-room-by-shel-silverstein #FamilyFriendPoems

Nuns fret not by Wm Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,
Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,
High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells,
Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells:
In truth the prison, into which we doom
Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me,
In sundry moods, ’twas pastime to be bound
Within the Sonnet’s scanty plot of ground;
Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be)
Who have felt the weight of too much liberty,
Should find brief solace there, as I have found.

– William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

I know that being sad is no disgrace

The bell rang on the ancient church at noon.

A sparrow flitted to  the Tudor wall.

Was this the knell  which brought down  damned gloom?

 

Perhaps there is no meaning here at all.

I read my unknown thoughts projected out,

And  in my rage, desire the walls to fall.

 

Like you, I am too  often stuck in doubt.

Betrayed by old ideal and vanished wish.

So what is in, confuses that without.

 

Oh,pain, oh ,mind, oh agony, oh flesh.

I shall not cling to life and wait for grace.

I am, myself, a fish in net of mesh.

 

Was this my  destiny, my rightful place;

Alone besieged by sorrows on all sides?

I  err for  being sad is no disgrace.

 

So ,to my hopes, I’ll cling like drowning beast.

Until my invitation to the feast.

The boat sails away

One tear ,  and then a sheet
Fell from my eyes
As I saw  a bird fly.
One  year and now it  repeats;
Wells in my eyes
Run dry.
My fears all  forbidden
My dear never forgotten
Did you hear me singing  before
Did you hear my weeping after
I took you to the river
And now I want to join you.
But  it’s not my  time
And not  my day
But I’m so weary,I’d like to lie with you
And hold your cold hands in mine again
As the boat sails away
To where?

A habit

Excellence is an art won by training and habituation. We

do not act rightly because we have virtue or excellence,
but rather we have those because we have acted rightly.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an
act but a habit.

Aristotle

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  • A bird in the hand is not  a paint  brush.
  • A cat tells nine lies.
  • All cats are gay in the dark.
  • An elephant   never bears pets
  • An old fox need steer no cruise
  • The  weird thing is whether mattresses   flock together.
  • Don’t count  the seconds before he unlatches
  • His bark is a curse that affrights
  • If you  file down  the logs ,you’ll get up with  matches
  • It’s an ill word that  growls  at the rest of the sentence
  • It’s an old wrangler for a hard  code  so freshly off
  • Kill  a few words with  one moan
  • Let sleeping gods  be defied
  • Like a  crash out of  disaster
  • Never look  at a tart  coarsely in the house

In his sleep

I feel soft ghostly hands around my throat

That want to pull me to the  darkest deep

My husband cannot leave or be remote

He wishes me to join him in his sleep.

 

I shall resist, for I desire to live

Though lonely are my hours without his face.

I have no more I wish to give

And he has taken from me his  warm embrace.

 

As lonely as a swan without its mate.

As tired as  swallows after they migrate

As  empty as Ted Hughes without his bait
As  fruitless as a garden with no gate



From my loss I may recover when

The birds return and summer comes again

Brothers and Sisters

Birds,unlike humans, can fly across the barriers
Avoid the checkpoints,need no identity papers,  permits
Or gold stars.
Brothers,why were you separated?
Why could Palestine not be left as one where ,
as in Andalusia before the madness of Inquisition,
you lived together 500 years of peace
Until Christian conformity and suspicion
Tormented and killed you both?
It is we you should be fighting against
Not each other
Are you our own Roman Games?
You ,in the Arena we watch on our screens
We can turn them off but you,brothers and sisters, are still there
.And your children.
What remains for any of us?

Fantasy wastes the time that we don’t have.

 Marry now,pray later.
Buy two  coffees,get two pees
Work hard,pray hard and love softly.
He conquered  but never felt at home.He had blundered into the outside lav
Buy today,cry tomorrow.
Why not  rent a husband by the month? August,December and January… and maybe April
No use locking the door  if the window is open.
Miaow now,purr later.
A cat at play keeps the doctor away.
Cats are good for the sole.
I  cleaned up Renee with a fine tooth comb… nits,what a pain  they can be.
If you are lonely, do  listen to others.
If you have no others ,listen to the radio and /or God. and any holy people around
It’s better to meditate only if you are well grounded in reality.Do good works instead and be merciful to old fools
Fantasy wastes  the time that we don’t have.
Daydreams are better when  you are asleep.
Acting selfishly is unhealthily practically.
Far gone are my grammer and my spilling.
I never was no good at English except at speaking it.
He said,you are not a native of London.I said, no they were  nearly all killed by the Romans  2,000 years but we don’t like to complain now.They all died en passant as the Germans might say.Fechen gee hoitch?
I dyed my hair white as I wanted a Freedom Pass.But who else is free?

Types of people

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Since our two  hard years, I have come across different sorts of people

1,Whatever you have they have had it but worse.If it is the truth then I sympathise but I notice often it’s like:

P2 You been in a  fight?
P1:I’ve had 15 stitches in my face for removing something dangerous;sorry you can still see the marks.It will go eventually
P2 I had a wart removed from my leg once.Did you have anaesthesia?
P1  I had 23 injections but it was tolerable  in view of the problem
P2 I had an injection at the dentist’s ;it was awful.
P1 When?
P2 I can’t recall

OR
P3 I am sorry I am behind  with   my work ,I’ve had pneumonia
P4 I’ve just had a terrible cold.I was in bed 3 days
P3 Did your wife sleep in the spare room?
P4 No,she took 3 days off  and we had a great time.Did you?
P3 I couldn’t  lie down.I could hardly breathe.
P4 Sounds like BDSM
P3 Be off or I’ll knock that smile off your face.
P4 I was only trying to help you.
P3 Try to hinder me in future,please.

2.People who give  you their notions of your errors

I’ve just had a heart attack
Well,you are too aggressive,you see.
I don’t agree.
Well,it’s unconscious,you see.
Would it help me to be consciously aggressive?
No.
So what do I do?
Have psychoanalysis for 45 years.
Have you?
I don’t need it.I am perfect as I am.In fact I am a therapist.Here’s my card.

Eight letters make infinity

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1.Blake saw infinity in a grain of sand…and spent an eternity in the shower.. [he saw eternity in a flower;where the bee sips…]
I never knew they even had showers back then!
2.Infinity is unimaginable,indescribable and unfathomable
and all in eight letters.
3.Eternity could seem short when writing is going well
and an hour may seem agonizingly long if you are unhappy.
4.Why did Blake single out one grain of sand?
Was he going to sow it ? He wanted a desert in London.Does sand grow or is it fixed?
5.Aren’t thoughts intriguing?
And all free if your head is empty like mine is..

Complementary partners

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They say that some marriages are between similar people and others are of complementary types.I believe mine was the latter.So when  a partner leaves or dies or evaporates the remaining one may take on some of the characteristics od the lost partner.
So I was looking forward to getting

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1.Good judgement of people
2.An ability to read faces with uncanny accuracy and predict action
3.A warm and compelling personality
4.A possibly irrational hatred of Lord Soper and Dr  Ian Paisley
5.A keen interest in politics and discussing them all the time
6. An ability to eat fish without vomiting
7.Knowledge of poetry,art and writing and ability to pass a doctoral oral exam  conducted in Latin
8.Losing the ability to spot the criminal in the first 3 minutes of a thriller
9. Forgetting I ever taught anyone anything  hence not causing trouble in public by explaining things in minute  and exact detail in the belief people will be grateful
10 A liking for whiskey so I can drink the bottle in the sideboard

 

What did I get?
1. An unsurpassed and previously non-existent skill in burning pans [6   top quality ones so far] by failing to put water in  after emptying and not turning off the gas.
2..A knack of leaving the hot tap running before going out for a few hours.
3.A deep rage whenever I see an expressionless face like our leader
4.An inability to  waken up in the morning

Let’s  see what the next year brings..bankruptcy if  the pans burn on and on and the electricity bill goes up.

Misread the Guardian

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This ban on legal thighs will only have one effect: more log related sex accidents
This span of legal lies will only have one defect: more frog related  salt errors
His hiss ran on legal wires until it affected the  breaks  for drug highs at call times.So he was de-tested and de-tested until he didn’t even see the test.Then he passed.
This pan caused more incidents in our home than any thighs,plates,eyes or disguised lies.

I believed in ten of the best come-on lies of all time.
Call me nigh Eve but I’d never seen an organ before.We only had an electric piano on wheels at home
Was it a sin to take a magnifying glass on  a date?Who rues?
I relieved men of their best pies   since Euclid.
I grieved ten men by attesting to their size,lies and sighs