One night when I went to bed I was feeling very sad.I had got my kindle and looked here at my blog.After a few moments I burst out laughing.But it seems odd to me because if I wrote it  then I would not get a surprise.I wonder if it comes from a part of the mind we ar not in touch with when doing chores or watching TV because it makes me laugh till I cry sometimes.

I also wonder if some of the things I write are quite childish like games I once played with my brother and sister collecting the names of shops and their owners.I remember a sweet shop  owned by the Towels.We thought it was hilarious.And so maybe my writing is like that some of the time or I am breaking some rule or crossing a boundary.They say laughter is good for the immune system so I shall Carry On.But if you hate it leave it.I don’t mind at all

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This reminded me of when I was very thin.I was on some drugs for arthritis.It did warn that one ingredient could cause miscarriages but it never crossed my mind they could cause diarrhea.Because it was not every day,it was about every week or two.When I changed to another drug it went better but I got fatter.

.After various experiences I do think that many of our feelings and thoughts are caused by biological factors.In 2002 I felt I was losing my mind.I kept phoning the water company we get  our water from  to ask whether the drains were blocked.They were really nice.I was completely  and instantly cured after being diagnosed with an under-active thyroid gland. The low thyroid seemed  to magnify my reactions,so  my slightly damaging a new window frame made me sob with agonising grief.That makes me wonder how many people with so called mental disorders have got a physical disease.And  in our  NHS now ,they check less and waste money on wrong treatments.So if you go for day surgery ask them to listen to your heart.They won’t unless you ask.[As with my husband: he was seriously ill but the GP had not noticed  or checked]

Who the devil are you?

You!

“People often avoid making decisions out of fear of making a mistake. Actually the failure to make decisions is one of life’s biggest mistakes.” – Rabbi Noah Weinberg.

When you are far, so far away,

The longest night,

The shortest day,

will be places where I might die.

The heart’s interior, no-one else can view.

When you are lost, I cannot find your face…

Its outline on the pillows,

My fingers shaped to trace.

The new design, the stellar rhyme,

Where have you gone?

You slipped out of my arms.

You slipped away

Was night or day

Ever cut by such a narrow line?

In your embrace I lay.

You seemed so strong.

Yet,sighing, took the path away.

I can’t see to  where

Is it night? Or is it day..?

I tried to write to bring  more light,.

It’s dark, and still.

I long for your return

Oh,will we ever quite

Find out  the way?

Or is that an illusion?

As we stagger through

the wandering furrows in the fields

They shoot us down.

What is this confusion?

The war goes on

The world goes round

The mirror gapes at each new clown

In  cracked earth, a seed may grow.

But you are gone and  will not know.

Will not to know

1.When you think of what to wear to bed,remember Cherie Blair’s nightie… on her first day in  number 10?

So,always wear nightclothes in which you can open the door without revealing all.How about cutting two holes in a sleeping bag for your feet? Then you would need less bedding and would be ready for any early bird delivering your Amazon order of Sylvia Plath’s Letters or enough shampoo  to last for a year.The only drawback is your partner might object.So how about a  long fleece nightgown over a silk petticoat?Get a dressing gown with a tie belt not a zip.Or keep a big towel by the door.

2.You only live once so live longer by wearing safe clothing…. make sure it is possible to move in it as on the whole we move especially in the day time.Don’t wear lycra underwear as it’s bad for the skin… of the lycra which is a lovely animal that lives in Malaysia in the jungle.

Frozen Lycra

3. For economy you might wear the new clothes your late partner left behind.I find woollen vests over a nightdress look strange but are really warm and  some cotton singlets are long enough to be mini dresses..if dyed they look stunning.So I believe and I can’t see into the long mirror so I will carry on regardless.For men it’s more difficult unless you wear a dress in bed and  inform the postman you are transgender.It hs nothing to do with him  anyway but you might be lucky.

4 If you wear too many layers you will look fatter.

5 If you wear leggings wear a tunic or your boyfriend’s pyjama jacket.If you are  a  man wear trousers!

6.Wear long boots so if you have no socks you will still be warm.Wear some clothes as well.

7 If your tights fall down  don’t fall over.It’s Fall

8 Get used to pockets.. wear a man’s jacket.But remember if caught you may go to jail.

9 Wear a wig and cut down hairdresser’s bills.You may need to convert to Judaism  but there may be advantages.Like men do all the praying and also a little preying too.God made men that way.And don’t they love it!

10 Hats are very warm but spoil one’s hairstyle.Try cutting off all  your hair at the socket and that will solve it and cure depression too.Free shocks!

11 That’s all I can think of  apart from emigrating

Be well conducted

• At the end of the fray with the top hogs
• We sat on the  tracks
•  drinking from the flask of the maters.
• There were more than a few  present and a spar between men and   numen broke out
• But we  got an actual  devil praying on the field on this day of  rage.
•  He was incensed and purposeful
•  but all’s said  on the run in the tonal paralysis of the dumb
• A running   bull circles a  large jar for the corpse of the Christ
• We must think besides and ignore a voice like an angel’s
• In the current crisis bake no cakes or funeral meats
•  The mass  pester  and fuss at this  foaming  tide as it covers the path of  the least  condemned again
• I shall stick out like an adored nun; as thick as a fried  parrot’s egg on toast
• We  observe  a a baptism of  liars
• But it’s  all for a purpose
•  For on any day  love may be born again.
• And so pray all of us.
• And all the others who don’t know as yet.

Does our  belief make the Lord God exist?

Do killings  make our minds resist?

The evidence is nebulous

The Bishop is incredulous.

Yet in his job he will , without doubt, persist.

Six million dead  gypsies and Jews

Did not cause him to question his views.

But he once lived in Paris

And so he is harassed

By the recent  and ominous news.

In a similar fashion might I say,

God doesn’t exist ,though I prayed.

My husband has died

And my sister beside.

So my thoughts about God are well,grave.

If God does  exist ,he is there

Regardless of how we each fare.

As far as the nebulae are

Further is he  by far.

But to say he is dead,I don’t care.

The trees stretch silver branches
In the late November sun ,
The robin perched there watches
As we offer him our crumbs.
The elegance of shapes laid bare
Forgives the winter cold.
And slantwise sunrays clearly
Light the embers of my soul.
Soon the pale white moon will come
To drive  the sun away.
So let us open wide our eyes
To see this winter day.
 Peacefully  the world rotates, 
Unknowing of our fate.

I am going to an injured party tonight

We split up in an icecream parlour because he looked like Francis Bacon accursed.He was gay as well.I’d ever have guessed.

I divorced on the grounds of the coffee.

Is stealing women  parsimony?

Why don’t we see  leaves floating on the tea?

I want to change my gender to  past perfect.

I am so  kind I got married to increase human happiness… my family’s.

They could hardly wait for me to lose my equanimity.

I  gave my sister ten knives as a wedding gift.Well,she gave them to me first.Sylvia Plath could write a poem about it but she’s  been read too long

I found I had no boundaries  until my   hair got struck by lightning

I spent the whole day in bed… it’s pay as you sleep but it’s worth it if you are single.

I have a widow’s tension now.It’s enough for me  and her.

My thrashing machine made the sheets snow white.

Do you wash your air often?

How many times a year do you writhe?

What sort of he do you like?

There is always an invoice in life.

Did you plead guilty? No,I just spoke as normal.

I have committed a rhyme today but it’s secret.

I washed my hair again and again and again and then I cut it off at the socket

Why,I do ask myself questions?

I had two sisters and two bothers  plus two adherents.

I was boylet trained at 5.

I read the Smile  on the Puss at 8.

And little bidding was needed.

I speak English quite as well.

I am really Norwegian but my bit is in a fjord…we had a family sub marine at one time.We were fish.

http://lifeintheshire.blogspot.co.uk/2007/03/thats-what-this-is-transitional-object.html

Looking at flowers reduces anxiety.

Research shows that when we read words on paper, it reduces our stress levels by nearly 70 percent. We also read more carefully than on tablets or laptops.

http://changingminds.org/disciplines/psychoanalysis/concepts/transition_object.htm

This may explain why people are so attached to their phones

Shadows of the bay trees

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floating in rain in the calm and stranded in the river! Gill McGrath© November 20 Diary Trio

Source: found some leaves, bubbles and an old dinghy today

I have just made a Spanish omelette in a paella pan and it was perfect…

Tomorrow my new washing machine is coming,I hope.It’s cheaper for me to buy this than to repair the present one which is only 5 years old. I find it  interesting  how such a thing seems indispensable when 30 years ago I cycled to the laundrette.Sometimes I even took some washing.

I am wearing some shoes  today with decorative buttons on elastic thread.After writing a poem with my ankles crossed I found my shoes tied together!Luckily I got one off as it would be embarrassing to  starve to death for such a silly reason.

In conversing with folk in the town,

At the bus stop ,or when we sit down

Don’t   say “sempiternal”,

They’ll think it’s internal,

Then give you an unpleasant frown.

As for vulva,they’ll think it’s a car.

And the word is  too impolite by far.

Yet  when I phone the switchboard

Vulval Clinic ,I  must roar.

It’s  invisible ; there’s no need  to stare.

I wonder what corresponds in the male?

Nuts  or Balls  may not be very hale.

Testicular Clinic

Sounds like Examinations,innit?

If my face were less red,I’d be pale.

When I was a child  in the NW terrain

We  were always reserved without shame.

We had little choice

As such words were unvoiced.

So we   enjoyed fun and  games with no blame.

Now everything’s  right in your face.

No sweetness  can be gently embraced

It’s f*ck,sh*t and pee…

Not “may I have my  tea?”

On the phone we  hear,I’m just touching base.

Well ,base our society ‘s become,

Which takes away most of the fun.

We have no rules to break;

A mere  climax to fake.

Which is tough if you’ve  never    enjoyed  even one.

So  we seek a refuge in our pleasures.

And even now we can find  our own treasures

A  kiss on the ear

A hand which can steer.

It’s all sort of measure for measure.

My verbiage is getting  more rude.

As I aged I became rather crude

My modesty’s   still here

But the end is quite near

I guess it is time something brewed.

My teapot got drastically changed.

By chance,it was not pre -arranged.

It fell on the floor

and bent  its top door.

It ‘s so  post modern,I’m  unflutterly deranged.

Ah,now I am watching TV.

They are cooking an omelette for me.

But how can it travel

From here to West Babel?

I’ll   ask the police what may be .

BY ROBERT FROST

This poem contains the word sempiternal

Intrepidity and folly are a danger,

Especially when trusting a stranger.

Courage   well tempered,

And follies remembered.

Keep us   less sullen than a  dog in a manger.

The attributes suited to war

In peacetime may look bizarre.

We can’t shoot our spouse

Because we have rows.

Nor have drone strikes  because life’s unfair.

The just war is permitted  by  Rome.

But there is no such thing inside  our homes.

If you are civil at all times

You  will  have committed no crimes.

Except when you borrowed my comb.

Boundaries or the lack of them err,

When everything’s ours and not theirs.

So you cannot define

What is ours and what’s mine

Without showing me  if you care.