inaniloquent, inaniloquence, inaniloquous 1. Speaking foolishly; full of empty or idle talk. 2. Prone to foolish or empty babbling.
Found on http://www.wordinfo.info/words/index/info/view_unit/2533/4
Seeing that it’s Saturday when Catholics traditionally went to Confession I have got the word ABSOLVE for today
“The amnesty program absolves delinquent taxpayers of interest and fines on back taxes owed to the state, as long as those taxes are paid in full.” — Josh Arnett, The McPherson (Kansas) Sentinel, 6 Oct. 2015
How can I find rhymes for gambit?
How can pentameters be iambic?
I am sure to discover
One way or another
But alas the Government has banned it.
Iambic is as Greek to me,
As to the English is drinking hot tea.
We boil the kettle on the fire.
As we empathise with a liar.
Iambic is schizophrenic you see
In my case I’m not Bic I am Shaeffer
I believe pens drink ink on a wafer.
For ink is their Saviour
And improves their behaviour
If no plates passed,what the hell is that tray for?
Mid 17th century: originally gambett, from Italian gambetto, literally ‘tripping up’, from gamba ‘leg’.
ambit
A wonderful new word is mimetic
Unsuitable for the mental diabetic
It makes one seem scholastic
Without being monastic
In the right voice it may sound charismatic.
Mimesis is imitation of a kind
Which Plato and Aristotle defined.
My nieces are fans
They writes theses when they can
So new words swim around in their minds.
Do you promise to say mimesis tomorrow?
Or does the idea fill your head up with horror?
I agree it is hard
Write it down on a card
Mimesis,mimesis,no worries.
Well,mimesis has had it’s own day
Tomorrow I go out to play.
I will buy myself fruit
And through the paper I’ll root.
As I roast in a single sun ray
Alternative title: imitation
Crows on Corcoran Street
One block long, framed by Ginko trees
Crows croak at each other slowly
Like old men, complaining of age
They pass the time, in annoyance
On my bike, on the way to work
I turn onto this street
And find myself in the Mezzogiorno
For one brief moment each morning
I am transported
An old lady, in her hat and pearls
Sitting up straight
Slowly pedaling
Listening to the cranky old men
Complaining
I smile
When we absent ourselves from presence in this life
When we dwell more on pictures in our minds
It neither matters if they feed our wish for strife
Or whether they fill needs of better kinds.
We know that wish fulfilment comes in dreams
And also in our fantasies by day
And anxious worry fills our mind with schemes
Guilt and shame impede us from our play.
Creative thought requires the loss of self,
And needs our emptiness to plant its gifts
So throw out selfish fancies for this wealth
We’ll let ourselves be slow so mind can shift
To waste our days in suffering or false pleasure
Will lose for us this vital, priceless treasure
Confronted by stares, Her pristine beauty disarms – Elegance prevails! © Meanderings 2015
Source: Real Power!!!
I love to read your poems in the night
And see each sentence frame a new born thought.
I often am in darkness not in light,
Like yours my memories are hardly caught.
The cat sits in patient joy upon her chair
The fire glows golden red ,I watch the smoke.
And wonder why most older cats still stare
‘Their amber eyes a passionate warmth evoke
The washing gurgles in the old machine
When all my winter garments meet the soap.
Is this true life or am I but a dream?
In someone’s mind, perhaps, my image floats.
Nothing is so sure in life as is our death
Enjoy the alternations of your breath
I’ve heard of intrepid, like you,
But trepid alone I don’t do.
It sounds so conceited,
My tongue has got pleated
Trepidation feels like a left brain flu.
It depends on the context,I suppose.
Like weeing or picking one’s nose.
It depends who you’re near
And on your fear.
Be trepid and keep your eyes close.
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When shame has fallen on me like a curse
And scarlet cheeks then decorate my face,
Of manners or real evil , which is worse;
Which casts a person out from once right place?
To disappear from life is all I wish
To hide myself beneath a beggar’s cloak.
To eat soup from a convent’s dish.
As in my own familial haunts they joke.
Guilt can be expiated and redeemed
But shame destroys the deepest source of self.
What helpful measures may now intervene,
Cover my shied face, restore my health?
Is it only I who see my plight?
Imagined laughter hides me from daylight.
This is a lovely blog I found today
It will return to you but some times you must wait. In the mean time think beautiful things. itwillreturn
Source: It will return to you.
Coats on the hall stand
Smelling of you
Coats on the hall stand
Some are mine too.
Hats on the top hooks
Caps that you wore.
Now where you’ve gone
You will need them no more.
My hats will be lonesome
Hanging there all alone.
Now when I see them
My heart feels like stone.
I found some of your old shoes
All covered with green
Now in the bin bag
No more to be seen.
I found half of your pyjamas
The rest are now gone.
I wonder where these where
Where’ve they come from?
Last night in my dreams
You were just by my side
Cleaning the oven
With brillo and Tide.
But when I awakened
No glimpse did I see.
Except looking slantwise
Towards yonder tree,
Why did you leave me?
Why did you go?
I held your left hand
And caressed it so.
Come back to your loved ones
Don’t leave us alone,.
We don’t want to live
As if frozen stone.
Touch me with your fingers
Melt my poor heart
I let go of your hand
Then pain did start
Up there in old Richmond
And on blue Cleveland Hills
I’ll remember your dear face
As my eyes with tears fills.
I will lift up mine eyes
To the hills where my strength
Comes down from the Heavens
Endless in length.
Stronger than cast iron;
Stronger than gold;
Stronger is my love,
For the one I did hold.
Source: Remembrance
This is a beautiful blog in reflective words and the talented artist’s own paintings.
Mary decided to go to bed early,that is before 2 am.She sat down on the green velvet chair in the corner and took off her outer woollen woeven clothes which were pale pink and ready for the wash.As it was so cold she decided to leave her red damart thermal underwear on over which she donned a purple fleece nightgown and a mauve woollen bed jacket.She put some long green woollen bed socks on too and a tan sheepskin hat from East Norfolk.
By her bed were some sheepskin slippers. from Drapers of Glastonbury.After cleaning her teeth with her gas powered toothbrush she climbed into her bed and began reading Ted Hughes’ letters in a fat volume which she had had for a few years but never finished as she only read them in bed to save carrying the heavy book about.,Hecertainly knew how to write letters she murmured to herself.
Suddenly her door opened with a thud and a large ,handsome old man came into her bedroom looking puzzed and amazed.
Good evening,baby,he said.
Good evening,she replied slightly angrily as she was busy. reading.Why she’d had enough of all that with her husband and her ex lover Bill Clinton
Why are you wearing all that heavy clothing,?he asked nosily.
What’s it got to do with you? she demanded sarcastically
Well,it’s going to be hard to make love to you,he told her chastely with his loving eyes.
What on earth do you mean,Mary cried mysteriously.He came a bit closer and looked down at her face.
I’m terribly sorry,he said.I must be sleepwalking,
What number are you?78 she told him calmly.
Oh my,I am dyslexic.I should be at 87.
But how do you get in Mary asked him ,her face red with the warm clothes
.I just open the lock with a credit card,he replied intellectually.A policeman in Oxford showed me.It was the only useful thing I learned at the University
Well,while you are here would you mind making me some fresh tea.I am sweating so much I am dehydrated.Julius went into the teal and cream colored kitchen where he found all he needed.He got a tray and took the tea up to Mary just like her husband once did.Here you are,dear.he said kindlily.
OMG,you’re Stan, she shouted.
Sorry to disappoint you dear but I am Julius Tweezer from round the corner.
I didn’t know there was a corner,she said curiously…
I like your kitchen,he told her.My wife liked red but it was too bright for me so I left he .
I think that’s ridiculous,Mary cried.To get divorced over a red kitchen is really stupid.
Well,it’s less embarrassing in court than to say you are frigid,impotent a bully and mean as well,he said coyly.
Very cunning,Mary said,I didn’t know men were frigid and why were you so mean?
I am a hermaphrodite,actually ,he boasted.I don’t know why I am mean;it must be genetic like intelligence isn’t.
Well drink your tea and don’t think of England,she whispered.I am too old for all that,she lied gently
You look young to me,he faltered.It’s all in the mind.so they say.Suddenly a policeman came in wearing a floral apron
.Sorry,madam,he cried.This poor man has got lost and I have come to take him home
.You can take me home,Mary said flirtatiously.I’m only 32 and full of beans
.Madam ,control yourself.This is a Christian country.Which is odd as Jesus was not a Christian and never saw the Vatican and all that tat.
Well,Jesus would not mind,she bragged, because he understands women taken in adultery.
So you are married then,he asked sycofrantically
Well I have a wedding ring on but I’ve lost my husband,Mary yelped like a terrier at a foxhole.
They are a nuisance sometimes aren’t they , said the officer.He’s probably hunting rabbits by the old greenwood with Ted Hughes.You go to sleep now.He began to sing,”Golden Wonders kiss your eyes” and Mary was lulled to sleep under her old duvet and a thick acrylic and mohair rug she had knitted herself.Let’s hope she doesn’t wet the bed because she’s just had cystitis and drunk 3 pints of water.
What a funny day,mewed Emile.But nobody heard him except the mice in the wainscotting.He put on his hat and went into his basket with a rosary to play with or is it pray with?
Good night
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I went to the doctor, he said I’d pre-flu,
I said “my dear doctor what shall I do?”
Next time I went, he said “It’s pre- shock.”
And then I had pre measles,pre mumps and pre-pox
I ran to the doctor,he said ” You’re pre-well”
I said “Are you sure it’s not just a pre-quel?”
Next time I turned up,he’d gone out for a walk
It’s hard for a doctor who wants to pre-talk.
I went to the optician, who said I’m pre-blind
I thanked him for being so intensely unkind.
I went back to the doctor,and these words I said
“I’m pre -blind, pre-deaf,pre-ill and pre-dead
Is this sea green leaf a map,
Is this light red flower a map?
What sort of map is that?
Is the evening sky a map,
Is the silver moon a map?
Of what is that a map?
Is this entire world a map?
Is the sun-soaked sky a map?
Is this tiny child a map?
I think I am a map.
Who can learn to read these maps?
Without love we can’t perceive;
Who can teach us how to see?
Can we look beyond the Map?
Can we look into the gap?
What can Love,now, read?
What Love can we receive?
There was a late woman from Devon,
The angels liked her laptop computer
And asked B.T for some routers,
They need support,
So goes the report!
A new career dawns for tech tutors.
Gabriel sent Mary an email
To fill her in on the details.
“God’s mated with you,
I’ll email Joe too,
As we don’t want conception to fail”
Well,the Bible would not be the same
If the angels played such odd little games.
Leave technology on earth…
For all that it’s worth…
And let Love be what ever remains.
A force far deeper than our anger
Elemental as a storm
Annihilating all before it
Terror makes man’s rage perform.
This force saying self is threatened
Runs to rise and to protect,
Most murderous when we’re most alarmed
Rage the enemy detects.
Over-riding other feelings
Deprives us of the power to think
Like a nuclear tsunami
Disconnecting human links.
Reddened vision,focused,narrow;
Eyes locked onto enemy’s
All the wider context losing,
Wipes out our good memories
Like a mother tiger fighting,
And the cornered eagle’s force;
We will destroy what we think other
Without bitter,pained remorse.
Nature made such to protect us;
Yet our perception can be wrong.
Once the flood of feeling takes us
All reflections seems too long
Later, if we see our victims,
Will we know that 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,
So we see our world anew?
Succumb not to final despond
Succumb not black despair.
Always there are those who see.
Always there are those that care.
Tempered by reflective wisdom
Rage can change when understood.
When we find another being
Who contains our frightful flood.
Stan has had flu.It made him so bad tempered and waspish
that I took up the Duraglit polish and got him to polish all the brass,
except the front door knob, as that doesn’t come off.
Mind you,it made the bedroom smell odd… a mistake,perhaps…
so I sprinkled lavender oil around.
He seems to get thinner and I seem to get fatter.
So our average w eight remains constant.
What a relief.I’d like to be weighed as a married woman.
Can you believe this..
I’ve got chilblains! It’s those dratted blood vessels of mine.
Still,I polished some old plum colored leather and wear them in the house.
We seem to be doing polishing frequently here.. boots,furniture,apples.
How is your new book “Nonsense:A.N.Whitehead and Lewis Carroll” coming on?
Hope it’s progressing….to a nonsensical ending.
I’ve got a new book of poetry coming out in April
[from Polar bears publishers]
It’s called,”An unpolished performance.”
My fourth book on Wittgenstein‘s cats is almost finished.
And the publishers can’t wait for the photographs…I’ll get a friend to do those for me!!
It gives me a change from all that polishing.
I’ve begun to talk to myself out loud…. in the street.
Just seeing if I can still do my old Lancashire accent.
I suppose it might worry people but no one has said anything as yet.They may be afraid.
“That which is unsaid can,nevertheless,still be heard.
Stan is still involved romantically with Anne, our next door neighbor.
I can’t blame him as chilblains and Wittgenstein not very romantic.
When I think of how we used to be,it makes me smile and feel sadness too.
I wonder if I can find someone new for a romance,myself… someone with Asperger’s syndrome
possibly…as I’ve just been diagnosed.It’s quite common in mathematicians.It may be an
advantage in concentrating a lot
I need a boyfriend with weak eyes as my clothes are all full of moth holes
and I’m damned if I’m going to buy new ones.
I can’t see well enough to darn but I’ve sewn the holes up neatly thus
giving a strange pleated effect to my clothes.
On my merino wool knitted trousers, one hole was right on the ass.
It looks now as if I’ve been shot in the rear…
but I can’t see it.So it does not exist.
Sometimes in the past I would iron on those motifs like
butterflies…but
I think it would look odd having a butterfly just there…. or indeed
anything else like wild rose.
I could make a little sign saying
“Keep clear,from my rear.This is a hole where a moth scored a goal.”
Still,not many people are going to look there now I hope….
I seem to have stopped knitting but am still drawing.
Meantime I’ve just ironed some of my winter clothes as it’s still chilly..
and am planning to iron all my pink and blue knickers now
as I believe it kills any germs left when you wash at 30 deg.I got those colours in case I should
change sex or is it gender?
I wonder if I should iron the sheets?
Could I do it while they are on the bed?
I don’t wash them much as it wears them out and me too.
I am going to take up baking again because Stan is getting so thin.
I fancy a Russian cheesecake as it had a lot of protein in it.
I have a genuine Russian cookbook and also am waiting for a delivery of a
Jewish cookery book as I have lost mine..no it fell down onto my head last week
.God only knows where that came from.
but I believe there were good cheesecakes as Jewish cooking has much in
common with Russian,perhaps because once many Jews lived in Russia.I just
made friends with one here….he is charming and like me he hates golf.
I have got almost all the Penguin cookery books ever printed but mislaid a
few.
In fact it’s quite hard to get into the kitchen
with all these books on the shelves.And a little food.
I was comforted to read that the parent’s of John Burra,the artist,
had books piled every where in their large house….
and he was very untidy too.
So all I need is talent and practice and I’ll be an artist.
After all,anyone can be untidy but not everyone will practice their Art.
I’d like to practice the arts of love.
They say you should love your neighbor as yourself,
but personally I prefer the neighbor or even the milkman to myself.
Meanwhile I’m happy with Emile our cat
and my 500 photos of Wittgenstein.
I shall make Stan a lemon sponge pudding.
That is the love he wants…Food.
“If music be the food of love I’ll cohabit with a pure white dove.
And while he coos and sings for me.
I’ll try not to :fall out of the tree,
Get stung by a bee,
Make more enemies
Let my thought free,
Hurt my knee.
Let moths frighten me.
Well,time for some tea.
Now Jane, please write to me soon.
I love to see your so strangely beautiful handwriting
and to hear about Whitehead and Cambridge and all the weird dons.
I hope it’s not too damp and cold there near that river.
Keep warm and make a note of any intriguing happenings to relate to me.
And anything beautiful you can see or hear.I hope Edward is writing
regularly..where is he doing his research now… did you say Stanford?
Maybe you should install Skype..then again,perhaps not as you would have to
wash your hair too much… and comb it too…perhaps we could wear wigs.
Do write soon,Love always,Mary.
“The genius of a composer is found in the notes of his music; but analyzing the notes will not reveal his genius. The poet’s greatness is contained in his words; yet the study of his words will not disclose his inspiration. God reveals himself in creation; but scrutinize creation as minutely as you wish, you will not find God, any more than you will find the soul through careful examination of your body.”
― Anthony de Mello, Awakening: Conversatio
cynosure
Oxford Advanced Learner’s DictionaryLine breaks: cyno|sure
Pronunciation: /ˈsʌɪnəʃʊə/ /ˈsɪnəʃʊə/ /ˈsʌɪnəzjʊə/ /ˈsɪnəzjʊə/
[IN SINGULAR]
A person or thing that is the centre of attention or admiration:Kirk was the cynosure of all eyes
Late 16th century: from French, or from Latin cynosura, from Greek kunosoura ‘dog’s tail’ (also ‘Ursa Minor’), from kuōn, kun- ‘dog’ +oura ‘tail’. The term originally denoted the constellation Ursa Minor, or the pole star which it contains, long used as a guide by navigators.
Love thinking about you.
Love,thinking about you.
Love thinking,about you……
Thinking about you,love.
Thinking love about you.
You, thinking about love.
You thinking about love?
You love thinking about….
You about,thinking love?
About you,love,thinking.
About thinking,love you.
About.com,Love Thinking
Love About.com, Thinking
Thinking,love About.com.
Come love,stop thinking.
How come there’s love about?
Think about it
