I ‘m missing him like we miss that lost tooth till the gum heals.

I ‘ve been in the dentist’s chair

Had the anaesthetic but still felt the tug and force.

And the dentist yelled,look at this, I got it all out in one

You see,the root was very twisted and tangled

I told him,take it away.

I’m missing my other because his absence makes a hole

like that bloody hollow in your jaw but in the soul.

Came home alone from the clinic

Felt that soul hole.

The first time when he was n’ t here.

God does n’ t do anaesthesia, just burns the bush

I’m missing him because he needed me so much

Now nobody needs me nor notices if I am here except Alfred

Or if I fall over in the garden,will I die and rot down to the earth

before my neighbour recalls he’s not seen me for three weeks.

Or maybe five.

I miss J the way you’d miss your flesh if someone shot you with a rifle and made a tunnel through your body;

took out a lump which would hurtle away and fall to earth.

I’m missing his honey smell. the knowledge,the feeling he had of me.

The hole in my space is almost tangible in this room.

I wake up and wonder what he’d like to eat today.

But the dead don’t eat at our tables do they?

I remember I am alone at the table and I can eat whatever I like.

Oh,love,why did you fail so fast,

When you were the one,solid I leaned on?

You were my man.

http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flirting

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flirting

I feel it seems very diffcult especially in a multi cultural society to flirt  in the manner described… and it might hurt someone a lot  if you pretended to be interested in them just to pass the time.Would we like it?I think not because many of us are more sensitive than we let on.And if we got someone interested then threw them over GOK the effect.

I may be abit old fashioned but  I think courting is better than flirting

A diphthong sounds quite like a beast,

As big as a camel,at least.

But it consists  of two vowels,

Which might make a cat yowl,

As they marry and form just one piece.

Mauve has one spelled “au”.

When pronounced it sounds quite like an O.

Historical inheritance

Makes English a powerhouse.

But don’t go to the meadow to mau.

In meadow  ea  rhymes with e as in  bed

As Oscar Wilde probably said

For he was   very clever,

Although he was never

Thought enough of until he was dead.

Manley Hopkins was a great English  poet;

A priest too, with a life  hard and heroic.

He’d have elected for silence

But got sent to Ireland.

By self control he became what’s called stoic.

And how about William Blake?

Would ia be a diphthongal mistake?

Are all vowels  side by side

Diphthongs as  defined?

Look, another pair’s there  minds to slake.

Well I think I may have written sufficient

As my mind feels both lazy and inefficient

But these intriguing rare words

Are like  humming birds

Some  other tongues might seem deficient

A force  far deeper than our anger

Elemental as a storm,

Annihilating all before it.

Terror does our rage inform.

This ancient self feels  we are threatened

Runs to  rise and to protect;

Most murderous when  we’re most alarmed

Rage  an enemy detects.

Over-riding other feelings,

Depriving us of  wits to think

Like a nuclear  tsunami

Disconnecting human links.

Reddened vision,focused,narrowed

Eyes locked onto enemy.

All the wider context losing,
Wiping out  good memories

Like a mother tiger fighting,

With the cornered eagle’s force

We will destroy  what we think other

Without   feeling our remorse.

Nature gave this to protect us;

Yet  our  perception's often wrong.

Once the flood of feeling takes us

All reflections seem too long

Later, if we see our victims,

Will we know when we have erred?

For  hate deceives ourselves and others

When our inmost terror’s  bared.

How can we step back and ponder,

See life from a wider view?

How can we become less blinded,

See our world and see it new?

Succumb  not to final despond.

Succumb not to your despair.

Often there are some who see.

Often  some preserve their care.

Tempered by reflective wisdom

Rage  can calm  when understood.

When we find another being

Who can withstand   this  Tiber's flood.

He bought me an apron for Xmas so I fried it for his dinner.That will do the trick… next year he may give me a sausage.

She bought me a sheet for Xmas so I wrote,Not tonight,Josephine on it.
I want some clean ink for Xmas.The trouble is.it’s invisible.
My husband doesn’t want a present since he’s passed.
Meanwhile I am trying to disguise my brilliant mind by learning to keep mum and smiling.I don’t want a new  man  but I don’t want men to know that  I don’t want them,if that  makes sense to you.
I see one day it’s the Russian plane crash and the next their athletes are all doped.They’ll do anything to make the front pages
Meanwhile I have stocked up with sugar to ice the cake which is our custom and which  all foreigners like me must learn.
Now that the postmen are Polish we will have to change our name as Danish spelling is terribly hard to follow… but so is Polish.
I don’t know where I am.Shall I eat my words?

http://cf.ydcdn.net/1.0.1.42/images/dictionaries/websters5.jpg

Read more at http://www.yourdictionary.com/pragmatic#FHOzzqKUvZkTuxsq.99

I told him it’d be a  crime and a sin which is an achievement of sorts  .. Satanic,almost
The whip of the iceberg struck my face like a frozen crumpet unbuttered and  unjammed.
If two hearts meet then  don’t use superglue in case it sticks
I was so feverish I was waiting for the dust to prattle and the skittle to boil.
When all is said in fun,where is the boundary of an art?
He spoke a word that he left as a token..love.He wrote it in the phone directory.What does it indicate?He has no pocket calculator?
He literally clawed at my lemon tart.. imagine what followed that..Or perhaps don’t!
You held onto my cart so I took you to the till and bought you for home delivery later on
He makes the sun whine when he’s down and if he’s up, he’s out  on the clown
He put my heart on a pyre for his pleasure
You bored my heart so I went to tsee he River Severn instead of meeting you
Flung over a hedge by a lover,she landed in a meadow full of flowers which made a wonderful change from his glowers.
Your lying heart misled me into a fair ground and I went on the ghost train.What a terror.
Please relieve me,let me wee for I can’t hang on any more
I feel I am gathering dross today and it’s all over my room.Or is that dust?

I don’t want to part your hair.Let it hang loose.

I don’t like your  chocolate moose by the way.Was it the gelatine?

Never blank a man when he frowns

This is new to me but might be useful nowadays

kakistocraThcy (n.) 1829, “government by the worst element of a society,” coined on analogy of its opposite, aristocracy, from Greek kakistos “worst,” superlative of kakos “bad” (which perhaps is related to the general IE word for “defecate;” see caco-) + -cracy.

Feeling one’s woes takes much courage

Stoical grieving won’t work

Yet if we evade it, disease may invade us.

Feeling sorrows can never be shirked.

That lump in the throat we can’t swallow

The stomach ache there with no cause

We suffer bodily,and indeed horribly

Stoicism does have its flaws.

Let loose  the tears of this sorrow

Wrapppd in the arms of a friend.

For if we don’t do it,later we’ll rue it,

With physical pains without end.

Soldiers are told to be stoic;

But supposing they all refused?

Would war end tomorrow, at the sight of such sorrow?

Ah,humans,we’re surely confused.

We may be from different races

We may be brown,gold or green

But our hearts form a layer,to hold out our care.

We’re all one and always have been.

Throw away stoic behaviour

Throw out melancholia too.

Feel pain when we need to and then it won’t lead to

Dead soldiers and fighting anew.

http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/health-and-families/health-news/warped-sense-of-humour-could-be-sign-of-impending-dementia-a6728026.html

My humour is very satanic

I laugh when the cat combs her hair

My humour is overly manic

I get it from the devil know’s where.

Now I am labelled demented;

And  they put me on dangerous drugs.

Apparently folk  felt tormented

Because I gave too many hugs.

I cannot  blunderstand novels;

And I cannot understand signs

And they say that my home is a hovel.

I never knew ’twas a crime.

For I prefer studying logic

And I love those infinite groups.

I like to mend broken gadgets.

Yet it seems I am now in the soup.

I just got out all my screwdrivers;

The frying pan handle fell off.

It’ll save me from spending my fivers.

If it’s not feminine,I don’t give a fluff.

I have to be feminine,clean and be with it;

To recall the Prime Minister’s name.

As for humour,I have to sieve it.

I blunderstand their little games

He hectored her hectically but it was bad tactics for a epic romantic.Mind you the gods of the classicsl world were pretty panic inducing so who knows?Being egocentric is usually narcissistic.Sometimes it’s comic and others it’s fantastic.Anyway.,my mind is plastic in your hands.Try to be less frantic,less manic and less pedantic..

Introverts don’t enjoy chaos

Even when it  almost certainly would pay us

To ignore the dust balls;

Delay washing our smalls.

Ex machina non est Amadeus.

I am a puzzle if  that is all true

For I’m introverted yet chaotic too.

Maybe I’m a new form of life

Beyond struggle and strife.

That’s why my  lips are bright blue.

Out of the void came this world

As God, from his playpen ,it hurled

He said,I’ve had enough

Of my humans and stuff

My head’s like Munch’s  scream , strangely  swirled.

So now, in the chaos, we’re  alone.

No wonder we hear people groan.

We take holidays in Hades

With tall ,gay ,sweet ladies….

Then into smithereens we are blown.

Well,it saves paying funeral costs

As our bodies in all directions are tossed.

Put me into a  match box

Wrapped up  in a  toe sock.

And  post me to Liverpool Docks.

Inaniloquent is a curious word.

Inane and eloquent  both I ‘ve heard

This cunning combination

Unites all the nation

Especially  we who are nerds .

Inanity is still in  much demand

A whole set of actions it spans..

Tween  Cabinet   and cupboard

MP’s  twice cooked have hovered

They hope to be back in demand.

Cover them in chocolate. I say

We’ll eat them all up today.

Eloquent some may be,

When they’re on the TV

But  eat them before they’re manque.