Try to do it Norway
Think of ice and snow and cuddling up.
It’s sweet in Norway,
With fires and brandy for to sup.
Welcome Norway.
Think of summer when the sun don’t dip
And the sin don’t stop .
Well, they have to make up
Norway, I love you.
It’s my ancestral home and so I flop.
Any bad grammar ‘s deliberate
So please forgive her it.
Bedankt voor ye briefke
I don’t believe ya.
Beauty helps us over the stiles of life.
Love travels in curves around the earth.
To see all is to forgive all
My doctor has very warm hands
They feel like they’ve been in hot sands.
He has good circulation
And fine gesticulation.
Soon he will start up a band.
For he needs much more money to pay
The lady who sits there all day
She answers the phone
In her celestial tone.
It’s enough to drive grown men to pray.
And then there’s the nurse who removes
Stitches and stones from one’s hooves.
She needs a good wage
To pay for her gauge
To measure the width of our grooves.
Ante mortem let us trust For in the grave we turn to dust. Yet while in life the poor are cursed Our treatment post mortem is just. The worms and beetles care no more For the rich than for the poor. They are happy to devour Bankers,despots,every hour. Ante mortem, greed does win. Houses built of gold and sin. But God,who lives in each within, Cares no more for gold than tin If post mortem we are judged Why does the rich person grudge? Why do we refuse to budge Right until that final nudge? Throw away your heavy goods Live like daisies by the woods.. Fear not hurricane nor floods Bright daises grow even in mud. More dependent on all power, We trust in madmen's city towers. Yet we were told to live like flowers... And enjoy this life for an hour. Perception is no privilege. We each have the wits to judge. See and note where you have smudged What your creation would allege. Post and ante, even now The currents of our hearts allow... The inner sea which has its flow To take us where we need to go.
My husband likes eating raw fish
Which he cuts up and puts in a dish.
With a piece of raw lemon
It fills him with venom,
And so it fulfills my own wish.
If you imitate me you will not be whom you were made to be.I know it all and then some.So do as I say and be yourself.If not be someone else.The choice is boors.Or is it ours?
Never eat fried bread for tea.Let the tea do it itself.
Always march on a tempting stomach.
I am going for acupuncture tomorrow as my bike needs it.
Don’t sleep tonight.Read my hand.It’s got more lines than the Bible.
She felt an unusual sensation
An eithergasm set her in motion.
She fell off the bed
The cat mewed: she’s dead.
‘Twas the climax of her entire generation
As the last rose dies
My heart,too,seems to fail.
Yet, when a sparrow flies,
It,fragile,beats the gale
Her love’s gone and she’s restless in her grief.
Some from feared insanity do cower.
Some blame God as all would blame a thief.
She sits forlorn and gazes at the trees
From summer ripe to winter bare of leaf.
But no-one else knows what it is she sees:
Memories of the funeral and her wreath
Unthinkable , unthought her sorrow deep
Uncontainable the cataract released.
Destroying all the images of sleep.
Suffering which mere death could not make cease.
Pure elimination of both life and death
Entire destruction ;total nothingness
The title may sound odd especially to a Westerner.All our childhood we are exhorted to work harder at school.
Could try harder
is a phrase written on many children’s school reports.Wasn’t it horrible getting those reports.I once got,Fairly good at times,for my art report…:)
However “trying” is often an attempt to do something the wrong way.We can’t do everything by willpower.All we can do is to be attentive.And relaxing helps with this and also with depression which many creative people suffer from.They think it is neccessary to suffer,but is it?Try the relaxation methods below or listen to music.Ideas will flow in by themselves after you do this.I find it helps me.Also I find accepting depression may lead us to learning any lessons that out unconscious is sending to us.Depression makes us stop and learn.
I tried to combine two different poems together
London Town’s in a nutshell,England, in full stops,
Forty, he liked Wittgenstein, as he was miles from Oxford’s Spires.
The river ,Russell’s life is, so,empty
Thames flows through them all
and, I’m not sure which I like more,
He had litttle heart,except the one
Embroidered on his sleeve
What kept him circulating ?
Which makes sense ,Wittgenstein was true
to himself,a very cold person or in
London Town is,Wittgenstein suffered, covered
By miles,emotional and mental pain,miles of road.
One of,he fought in W.W.1,these is,a good
account of, the M40 in the library,
and if that one failed ,he gave away
His wealth,the way you don’t,
You may say,he did not kill anyone.
Degrees,of torture inflicted on detainees,
Degrees bestowed in ancient halls of learning.
Westminster’s part of the same syndrome
[ My son has been killed in Afghanistan.]
He was made,to stand in ice cold water.Oh, Lord,
By good,Good News for Terrorists.Three Men.
So now he is,The Pied Piper,
Someone,different,a Someone.
Was the Bible all Good News?
And in the n3xt next life,Pied Beauty is my favourite, poem
He is moving poems on greased wheels to meet Sylvia Plath
To a huge extent ,he did write but was not published,
And exciting gathering kinda data,.
He is going to get,after death, a Ph.D,
For driving,Jesuits madi
We did not realise how,
Tony was up the Tree
Was he waiting for the Crucifixion?Too late ,alas.
Mandelson’s knot is untwisted,
Bothering Wittgenstein and Hopkins
Two suffering men who wrote.
Can I mention the simplicityof Yeats too?
But is it Art,
All other things apart?
drastic
Line breaks: dras|tic
Pronunciation: /ˈdrastɪk/
Likely to have a strong or far-reachingeffect; radical and extreme:a drastic reduction of staffing levels
Late 17th century (originally applied to the effect of medicine): from Greek drastikos, from dran ‘do’.
bombastic, dynastic, ecclesiastic, elastic, encomiastic, enthusiastic, fantastic, gymnastic, iconoclastic, mastic, monastic, neoplastic, orgastic, orgiastic, periphrastic, plastic, pleonastic, sarcastic, scholastic, scholiastic
A Gordian knot describes my new made life
For I’m confused and feel misunderstood
My lovers all are tangled in their strife.
Yet,narcissistic, I desire my good.
Alas, I am as beautiful as dawn
This gives a false description to these men
For as I struggle feeling quite forlorn
Each man wants to take me to his den.
I’d rather read then be adored and served.
No longer youthful ,I have had enough.
I gave my lovers more than they deserved
Now I’m sick of them and all their stuff
Be off you men and find yourself elsewhere
I warn you now I shall soon curse and swear
I love this poem and the image of the radio
Photo from
memoriesoflonda.com
the old standards
sing sweet in my mind
simpler times
when the heartsong
gave radios life
before talking took over
the airwaves
stentorian voices
in cold orchestrations
of cymbal-crash obloquy
oh for the music
that lightened my step
made my parlor a garden
of danceable blooms
where now claxons
of grievance blare discord
insensible insults
composing grim scores
modern medium ruined
joy drained of its song
dials dead to those
frequencies once turned
and tuned to the
songwriter poet’s canzone
so I thankfully eagerly
turn up my volume of
memory perfectly pitched
more than ably arranged
to acoustically drown out
the din of this world
I refuse to call home
1 : an intricate problem; especially : a problem insoluble in its own terms
2 : a knot tied by Gordius, king of Phrygia, held to be capable of being untied only by the future ruler of Asia, and cut by Alexander the Great with his sword
“This renovation project has become a Gordian knot,” said Marvin, “and I think the only way to cut the knot is to knock down the structure and start over.”
“Unable to cut this Gordian knot for district schools, policymakers have allowed educators to start fresh in the charter sector.” — Michael J. Petrilli, The New York Daily News, 30 Oct. 2015
According to Roman mythology, when the peasant Gordius became king of Gordium in Phrygia, he dedicated his wagon to Jupiter and fastened its yoke to a beam with a very complex knot. Centuries later, when Alexander the Great arrived on the scene, he was told that he couldn’t conquer and rule Asia unless he proved himself worthy by untying the knot. Alexander quickly solved his problem—and gained a new kingdom—by slicing the knot in half with his sword. Since then, Gordian knot has become a term for a difficult problem, and the phrase “cut the Gordian knot” has become a popular way to describe a neat solution for an apparently insurmountable problem
How beautiful the feeling of the air
Upon my skin as I walk beneath dark trees.
Sunlight shares their pattern while all’s bare.
Oh,joyful eye to see such shapes as these.
Under the old cherry I look at
The little branches geometric form
My hand extends as if I want to pat;
To share my joyfulness and feelings warm.
I glance to see the time upon this watch
A gift from one who whom time has torn away.
A tear drops to my cheek and my heart knocks;
For I must buy my Xmas stamps today.
Yet though I miss the bus again, I’ve had
The wit to pause to see this vision glad.
In the last week I have encountered once anti-semitism and once fear of and confusion about different types of Jewish folk and their clothing in people who might have been able to know better as they were both teachers
In the first case,someone told me she didn’t like Zionists,ok.That is alright.We can choose our view.Did she mean she didn’t like them or their political beliefs though?
Then she said she used to drive into Manchester on a Saturday and used to see Jews,the men in their black hats etc, and she didn’t like them,was afraid thought she was inside her car,So in her mind she connected Zionism and Hasidic Jews.But quite a number of very religious orthodox Jews are not Zionists at all.
I can understand that in terms of humans and .animals are afraid of strangers….. but she jumped so quickly from one to the other it would be easy to begin to treat them differently.
After we talked about it she then changed and said she thought it was brave of them to wear those clothes.It was the dress of folk in Russia a t the time of savage pogroms
When I see the weird outfits that many folk go into town in I’d prefer a man who wore a black suit.Similarly many Muslim women look more elegant in their modest clothing.We are happy to see youngsters revealing their vulvas and butts to the world in their tight leggings and cropped tops… no doubt folk of other faiths might see them as demons.Ad I’d have to tell them they were prejudiced…
In the second case I was talking to a former Catholic who no longer believes nor goes to church.For some reason we got talking about Jews and she said very angrily
I”t was perfectly and completely obvious from the Bible that Jesus was the Messiah and they just would not accept him”
.I refrained from asking why she had rejected him in that case.But I did say that the Hebrew Bible was edited into our Old Testament by Christian writers to enhance those parts which pointed to the arrival of a Messiah.And that Jesus was him.
It’s not pure prejudice,it’s ignorance of the origins of Christianity as it is when people say,An eye for an eye is very savage
Excuse me, but when that was said it was 2,500 years ago and it was a big advance on killing people for an offence.It meant justice was best served by making the punishment fir the crime,as it were.Not killing people for lesser offences
Most people don’t have a chance or a place in which to talk about such things and so I don’t blame them completely but this ex Christian atheist attacking Jews for rejecting Christ struck me as very odd.I imagine she’s recalling what she leatned in her Catholic school 50 years ago and has never thought about it or read about it since…
So she’s not really an atheist at all,is she? Or mind is full of unthoughtout assumptions still at a childish level
I’d have thought it more rational to praise the Jewish religion for producing such people as Jesus,Moses,Jeremiah and …………………The psalms etc
My main ambition in early life was to become Daniel in the lion’s den but my gender and other factors have not allowed it so far.I am very disappointed.
Anarchic.atheistic,alienated
With hard words my mind has been sated.
I need someone to practise on
Until my mind catches on.
A visitor is gladly awaited.
As hidebound as a leather chair-
As thoughtless as a broom;
He is more stuck than is despair
Which hovers round his room
Hurt by bullies in his school.
He made protective rules.
Never go out with a girl
Never aid a fool.
Never vote in case you err
Never wear red socks.
Be angry that life’s so unfair
Live inside a box.
Always say your prayers at night#
Never read in bed
And never ever think about
What you might do instead.
His menu was so regular,
From change he gained no pleasure
He cut his meat up with an axe
To make it hard to measure.
He counted every step he took
And every time he wheezed.
He wrote it in his diary
And this act made him sneeze.
He was allergic to the air;
Allergic to the sun;
At least the tickle in his throat,
Made him laugh in fun.
He had a job with a big bank
He always wore a suit
Till one day his colleague said
That only plants had roots.
The implication seemed to be
He was in stasis glued.
He always wore the same old clothes
And ate the same old food.
Could he help himself and how?
Could he be softer skinned?
He dreamed he climbed up a great cliff
Despite the gale and wind.
And so he left the bank and moved
To work in a coal mine.
He crawled along the tunnels black
And measured them with twine
.
As I wrote recently, many of us are unconsciously prejudiced against some other types of people.We may be able to discover this by accident as when we have never had a black doctor when we do see one we may catch ourselves wondering if they are any good.
It is painful to find these things out when our self image is of a “good” person.I read it is not easy to change these prejudices.However by becoming aware of them we can stop ourselves acting on them using our will power.I feel now that Confession in the church was misinterpreted.Just confessing sins may not change much.It’s discovering our “sins” which is is hard.
Of course some of us may discover such things and not care especially if our friends also have these habits.We may be fully conscious of this but be unwilling to change.Or we wrongly believe that women or Jews or black people really are inferior to white men.Now many of us fear Muslims we are inclined to lump them all together and condemn them.Ironically I have been invited at Xmas by a Muslim and a Jew but not as yet by a Christian nor an atheist.
When we become aware of our mistaken subconscious harmful beliefs we have a chance of reining them in.If we can’t or won’t we may harm others seriously.As we look at history we can see this.At one time ,in the USA, it was legal to shoot native Red Indians [as we called them when I was little]
In other words it is easy for human beings to see a different ethnic group as sub-human.This is how the Nazis operated against the Jews in the 1930’s.Once that happens then you can easily kill them like you would a wild animal.. we had rat poison here last winter.We only had one!I’d prefer not to kill them but they are bad for our health and can also gnaw the plastic on electric wiring… we had that!!
Commitment is an anachronism now
We might like it but we don’t know how.
Duty is despised.
Long term love is derided.
But with my holy love I you endow
Your face is map enough for me ,
Your gaze,your smile,your frown,your glee.
And if I want to know the rest.
The shape your posture‘s made is best
Forknowing what you ‘re feeling now.
A look,a gesture all this show,
Till whom you are is then disclosed
And I am in your arms enrobed.
Love vanishes when analysed,
And thinking too by Love’s despised
Choose the means to fit the end
And then I’ll be whom you intend
I wrote a letter with an old dip in pen.
It was an anachronism excusable then.
Now I must type
My poems so ripe
Or be invisible to both women and men.
Watches are anachronisms too
And maps on real paper will not do
It’s all on yoour smartphone
Phone me when my heart’s home
Especially today when I’m blue.
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Online Language Dictionaries
English Dictionary | anachronistic
anachronistic
/əˌnækrəˈnɪstɪk/
Word Reference Random House Learner’s Dictionary of American English © 2015
a•nach•ro•nis•tic /əˌnækrəˈnɪstɪk/ adj.
being or characteristic of an anachronism:A biplane is an anachronistic sight in the age of the Space Shuttle.
a•nach•ro•nis•ti•cal•ly,adv.
WordReference Random House Unabridged Dictionary of American English © 2015
a•nach•ro•nis•tic (ə nak′rə nis′tik),
adj.
pertaining to or containing an anachronism.
Also,a•nach′ro•nis′ti•cal.
Etymology:
anachron(ism) + -istic 1765–75
a•nach′ro•nis′ti•cal•ly, adv.
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a•nach•ro•nism /əˈnækrəˌnɪzəm/ n. [countable]
an error made in which a person, object, happening, etc., is assigned a date or period other than the correct one:It is an anachronism to write that atomic bombs were used in the Civil War.
a thing or person that belongs to an earlier time and is out of place in the present.
See -chron-.
WordReference Random House Unabridged Dictionary of American English © 2015
a•nach•ro•nism (ə nak′rə niz′əm),
n.
something or someone that is not in its correct historical or chronological time, esp. a thing or person that belongs to an earlier time:The sword is an anachronism in modern warfare.
an error in chronology in which a person, object, event, etc., is assigned a date or period other than the correct one:To assign Michelangelo to the 14th century is an anachronism.Cf. parachronism, prochronism.
Etymology:1640–50; Latin anachronismus Greek anachronismós a wrong time reference, equivalent. to anachron(ízein) to make a wrong time reference (see ana-, chron-, -ize) + -ismos -ism
an•a•chron•i•cal•ly (an′ə kron′ik lē),
adv.
Collins Concise English Dictionary © HarperCollins Publishers::
anachronism /əˈnækrəˌnɪzəm/n
the representation of an event, person, or thing in a historical context in which it could not have occurred or existed
a person or thing that belongs or seems to belong to another time
Etymology: 17th Century: from Latin anachronismus, from Greekanakhronismos a mistake in chronology, from anakhronizein to err in a time reference, from ana- + khronos time
A-theist.a-typical,arboreal.
Who will forever rotate on a wheel?
The circle of life
Repeats without strife.
As motif it becomes what is real.
I’m agnostic and believe with deep trust
The birth of a saviour is unjust.
For man cannot change
Nor grace be arranged.
We choose to remain ever cursed
Waxy flowers poking through
Snow so white
Flowers bright.
Made me think of you.
I see once more your light brown hair,
Soft as snow,
On pillow.
Now my bed is bleak and bare
,
Face alight,flower to sun,
I loved you.
Love so true.
Fear by love,overcome.
Cyclamen in the snow,
Pink and red,
Now frozen,dead.
Love was,oh,so long ago.
But never gone from in my mind.
Thoughts so deep,
Upwards seep.
Love was gentle,love was kind,
Always in my mind
