She suffered from writer’s block as a famous writer parked in front of her gate daily
She also suffered from cold hands and feet
The answer: Walk about more and get fitter and warmer.Then hit the writer with a dead cat’s tail when she meets him.
But where to find a dead cat’s tail.What can it mean?Find out tomorrow
There’s many a true word spoken but not heard.4% -p+ = 0
Many a lover is fairly 
agitated& affeared,adulterated.
We must love one more than we have time and
If poetry needs to %^SW£I7^£( rhyme.]
We must abandon ourselves123 to Divine Providence £$%
If we hope for God to take up residence.
All that bitterness,still untold and inrolled
makes pleats in my mind which I cannot unfold.
Did the cooks really boil with wrath
or maybe toil up the path?
We will never know Hell until it’s too late
To affect our own fate.
Tee hee.
If you ate my photo
Why not make a baked potato turn red
You have enought fires
And liars.
What do you expect?
Respect?
Perspectives?
Je no sais zwroufj!7^& and sod off algebra to you too
Topology… that’s no longer new.A crying Zion…lion.
Judah,excuse her.I shall blot her.
him,me confuse,lose and muse.
a clever 8,9 ruse
Keep me in mind
I am not blind.
Poet House Blues…
I used to have green shoes.
Is it still news?”%Hdye9&
Not in my views…
Whatever you peruse
makes my lights fuse.
Thank youse
all is misbegotten and then forgotten.
In Llangolen.
Hoseshoes pass in the night
If you have seconds of sight.Amen%
I got fifteen O levels grade A
What does that say?
mc^%*x£” a” e=mc squared
So I once heard.
Einstein
Bechstein.
Which is more piano?
Diana.
She was killed in a tunnel…
A road incident
A pure coincidence.
An act of utter chastity.
And perspicacity.
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I feel unsore,Stop mincing.
A sharp pain woke me from my sleep.
Inside my soul there was a gap.
I tried to make it disappear;
To get it off my map.
But still the ache persisted;
I tried hard to forget;
Till I sat down in my garden chair,
And stayed with my upset.
The sun may shine,
the birds may sing
But that to me
no pleasure brings
Because of my regret.
As I sat still upon my chair
To me three Angels did appear,
And they are with me yet.
They took my heart into their care,
With golden threads they are sewing there,
Until the work’s complete.
My task is just to sit quite still.
And let God’s angels do His Will,
As I sit here at Her Feet.
Menu modified
Starters
Cat’s eyes in tin hats and cabbage
Cow’s heel in basket with fried eggs
Iron filings and buttered liver
Mains
Conger eels on home baked bread
Tiger’s eye in baked jacket potato
Lion’s heart on King’s Head with lettuce
Roast jam legs on mashed potato
Pianoforte a la tarte
Afters
Moose in lemon ice.
Orange belly buttons with cream ice
Chocolate trash on sponge cake
Strawberry jowls in craters
I can’t keep it up any more.
I want to lock my front door
My ego is cracked
My handbag’s half packed
I left my own heart on the floor.
I can’t keep it in any more
My eyes and my heart ate both sore.
My id is near dead
My instincts have fled.
How do I do self restore?
I can’t keep it down any more
I threw it all up on the floor
My Shark carpet sweeper
Has not got a bleeper.
I am still sick at the core.
I can’t keep it out any more.
The News has got in through the door.
The world has gone mad
I feel so sad.
Should I be angry and roar.
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Breathing is good for the brain
If dead, don’t try it again
In and out slowly
Makes one feel holy
Breathing,do I need to explain?
Strange now how we need to be taught
To live and to breathe and to walk.
It’s like selling our rain
To bankers in Spain
Commodification seems wrong but it’s thought
Commodification is the transformation of goods, services, ideas and not least people into commodities or objects of trade. A commodity at its most basic, according to Arjun Appadurai, is “any thing intended for exchange,” or any object of economic value.
Before writing and stone tablets and scrolls
We communicated with words and eye rolls
Expressive complexions
More fun than declensions
We learned a to hear as a whole.
Now we can be quite deadpan,,
Typing our thoughts has begun.
Smilies are cute
But less than astute.
Bottled ink is an also ran.
Revere yours
Love your gusset
Love your gossip
What a vest!
Never yours
Severed, yours
Wanting your success in life
Wanting success with your wife
Please don’t greet me any more
Please don’t seek me any more
Wherever you are,warn me
Good luck , dearest
Admire your genius
Forever be not my fiend
See you in my schemes.
Seen my new premiums?
Wanting to know who you are,please sign and print
Must stop,the cat is boiling.
Ending now,OK?
Must go,the omelette is burning.
Must go or I shall wet the chair.
Finally we got to the end of the beginning.
Ominously yours
Reverently,God’s
Love your detours.
See you soon, my delight
I gaze on your writing with joy
I love you to the end of my will and desire.
I love you to the infinity of the reals plus one.Or two!
The pathway to the heart is found by love.
And those who find this, will obey their call.
Though virtue and her graces smile above,
We see steep paths ahead;cliffs’ sudden fall.
With willingness to cross land deep in mud,
To struggle through the tangled thorny woods
Our soul within points to the latent good;
Recalls old trees astonished into bud.
As flowers spread to gently press our toes
Encouragement is with much joy received;
And as we smell the fragrance of the rose,
At last we know our souls were not deceived.
For Virgil,fortune favours steadfast feet.
The journey may be long,the end is sweet.
With foresight we may see where problems lurk
And root them out before they start to grow
Yet often life’s mysteriously dark
And what we reap is what another sowed.
In hindsight, this seems obvious and plain.
But some can pick the true out with no pain
Yet others choose their fantasy again
They amble down a cheerful sunny lane.
Though what is real may not be what we wish
Better truth that hurts than lies that charm
Reality is not an easy choice
Yet falsehood will mislead and even harm.
Insight grows with patient watching eyes
In the end, the truth is where love lies.
Dish of the day
Bulls’ eyes in white sauce with rice.
Chocolate toasted snake in brandy on rice
Lizard on the rock with rice
Eggs in Queen’s Sauce with rice.
Roasted mixed frozen vegetables with minced mice.
Pudding
Flaming yoghurt
Rhubarb fright and scream
Egg bastard and apple pie.
Home made lemon sponge and green soft soap.
Orange cake with shindig
He dropped a hint about his love
He made some innuendos
He gave an inkling hand in glove
The response was tremendous.
He read between the lines always
And noted writers’sfeelings.
He mulled these over all the day
Until his head was reeling.
His love so fair, he did not dare
To ask her on a date.
And so in life he was a spare
And never got a mate.
A hint is useful now and then
But some of us don’t take them.
If it’s urgent , get your pen,
And with a letter make them
| synonyms: | clue, inkling, suggestion, indication, indicator, sign, signal, pointer,intimation, insinuation, innuendo, mention, allusion, whisper, a word to the wise
“he had given no hint that he was going to leave”
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| synonyms: | tip, suggestion, piece of advice, word of advice, pointer, clue, cue,guideline, recommendation; More |
Repairing your book for publication
How to scandal bad reviewers.
How to start a nude book
Freedom of turnips is important in any society.
Writer’s block.The news and the fuse.
Why not install your own hinter?
How to get some free rhymes.
Dried up? Write a hymn or Sue.
Breakfast
Serials of the year with fat milk
Fried weetabix with condemned milk.
Frozen pancakes with lemons and cream
Chinese kippers
Dimpled eggs
Fried pig slices with axel grease.
Rolled bits of pig in tatters
Natural herrings in oats with chips ,fish,,bread and butter and tea.
Free Toast with butter and jam
Tea,coffee,water,whisky etc
French croissants au naturel avec beurre
NHS treatment ring 111 or if dead 999
Starters
Chicken’s tongue on crumpet
Jellied wheels.
Tomato and chess salad
Eggs on sliced rubber genes
Halibut’s eyes on white sliced bread plus buttons
Mains
Wild pigeon with black worried sauce
Roast dead hen with drum roll
Molluscs reviled with spasms of sliced red onion
Vegetarian rather chilly,offers open.
Cow’s heels a la mock turtle with potato scrumplings
Hot dark brown wolf pudding with flesh tripe
Puddings
Lemon mice
Errings with thick yellow cream
Chocolate black-mange
Oranges with bitter peel and cream teeth
Apple and Bloomsbury Tarts with ices.
Treacle hearts.
Steamed sponges with soap
Icy marmalade cake plus my wife baked
How my heart howls
How my heart growls
How ‘s my heart’s bowels?
A new blug starting next creak
Don’t kiss it.
This may change your wife.
Keep your eyes groping
Enjoy it or I’ll loot you.
I am fired from life.
I am out of my bed today.
If you like my writing read more on your lap.
If you like my wit say what?
I am so clever I am abnormal and will soon expire.See my date stamp in the British Nuisance-eum
Poetry for mating
How to separate egos.
How to risk egg whites
How to beat legs
How to break snow-flakes in.
Poetry idioting.
Novel whitening.
How to love a pan in slow motion.
Non-fiction indicting.
Science friction
Love for women and other non humans.
Out of space and non terrestrial novels
Write bitter in 5 days or we’ll send your honey black
Guide to crammer
Henry 8th and Thomas’ Grammar.
Catch your own men out.
Bowl over yarn.Knit him yourself
Children’s lures.
Verses and chimes.
Clocks: their use and misuse
Bed-line stories of the day.
News from Jerusalem:Ban selling wives. We’ve had enough rubble.
Nervous breakdowns: the solution to many problems
Why not try marital counterpoint?
Has harmony a place in this penury?
I’m out of sorts and into parts
I’m out of sense and into hearts
I’m out of sorts and never start
I wish I’d baked a courgette tart.
The weather is a ghastly farce
If this is April,I’m on Mars.
The rain it raineth every day
I wonder when we’ll make some hay.
I’m out of sorts and into spares
I’m out of mind and into cares.
I’m out of sorts and hurt and tired
If I’m the boss then I am fired
At housework,I am liable
To be unreliable.
At suggestions I am liable
To be pliable.
At wishes I am liable
To be undeniable.
At clothes, I am liable
To rely on ’em.
At reading I am liable
To avoid the Bible.
In distress I am liable
To be inconsolable.
liable
| synonyms: | responsible, legally responsible, accountable, answerable,chargeable, blameworthy, at fault, culpable, subject, guilty, faulty,censurable
“he held the defendants liable for negligence”
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| antonyms: | exempt, unaccountable |
| synonyms: | likely, inclined, tending, disposed, apt, predisposed, prone, given;
informalon the cards
“my income is liable to fluctuate wildly”
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| antonyms: | unlikely |
| synonyms: | exposed, open, prone, subject, susceptible, vulnerable, in danger of, at risk of, at the mercy of
“you are more liable to injury when you exercise infrequently”
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BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE
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Early each spring, Nebraska hosts, along a section of the Platte River, several hundred thousand sandhill cranes. It’s something I wish everyone could see. Don Welch, one of the state’s finest poets, lives under the flyway, and here’s his take on the migration. His most recent book is Gnomes, (Stephen F. Austin State Univ. Press, 2013). With Spring In Our Flesh With spring in our flesh
the cranes come back,
funneling into a north
cold and black.
And we go out to them,
go out into the town,
welcoming them with shouts,
asking them down.
The winter flies away
when the cranes cross.
It falls into the north,
homeward and lost.
Let no one call it back
when the cranes fly,
silver birds, red-capped,
down the long sky.
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Juxtaposing his three ex-wives made the wealthy man laugh as he compared their appearances and their expressive faces.However it did him no favours as he was now living with only a cat.And occasionally a rat.
This was well known to all except him.He believed he had another wife but it was merely a dress on a coat-hanger.Still,it saved another woman from his destructive “intimacy.”
By juxtaposing his wives, he was showing off.,as each was more beautiful than the last.
Better if they had not agreed to sit side by side on the stage.Even this beauty had nor kept him faithful because as they say,beauty is in the eye of the beholder.Or even in the I of the beholder?And this man had no I at all.
So if you are divorced never allow a man to show you up like this.You are not part of a set of dolls.
: to place side by side (as to compare or contrast)
Darlene has a keen eye for fashion, and she likes to juxtapose vintage pieces with contemporary styles to create new looks.
“ESPN posted an image of poverty outside Havana’s sports stadium last week, to juxtapose the well-kept stadium with the shabby neighborhood around it.” — Carolina Miranda, The Los Angeles Times (latimes.com), 28 Mar. 2016
A back-formation is a word that has come about through the removal of a prefix or a suffix from a longer word. Etymologists think juxtapose is a back-formation that was created when people trimmed down the noun juxtaposition. Historical evidence supports the idea:juxtaposition was showing up in English documents as early as 1654, but juxtapose didn’t appear until 1851. Juxtaposition is itself thought to be a combination of Latin juxta, meaning “near,” and English position.
The work of the artist is to express what is repressed or even to speak the unspoken grief of society. Michael Leunig
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On any day love may be born again.
