Stand up and quiver.
Please pay your taxis before leaving the tomb.
I don’t know why I love so and so.
He’s gone over to a trombone.Or Rome.
Am I going bereft.
Shall we get cross and shiver?
Somewhere over when rain’s low,skies look glue.
Would it have made any difference if I had been a boulder you could have died on?
When we convey the horrendous loss that Britain cost the world.
Praise to the ford, we shall cross over the river safely.
I shall lift up mine eyes to your Will.
You must worship no other bod before me.Or after tea.
When we fell in love I felt your clutch, but where has the handbrake gone?
Well,what is a man drake,she asked furiously.
You,hell, me!
It could have been a curse.
What would Judas have said?
Author: Katherine
Poetry writer and author
He’s the pebble in my eye
A broken tart claimed unemplyment benefits last night in Very grim offices.
A hollow soul has been filled with concrete in Birmingham.
A rose buys any other name it chooses.
He has a solitary soul, unlike me as I have two or even three.
A soul full of belonging is lonely here.
A bowl full of sorrow is not a meal
The whole of discretion is not enough.
A weary heart is ready to flow
Absence makes the heart groan and founder
Factions speak less true than turds.
After my own heart,I ate his with sauteed potatoes and spsinach for my tea.
All’s not there above the eye.
He’s the cobble in my eye.He’s the cinder in my nose;don’t tell him he’s just a pebble on my knee..
As far as the I can flee,I ran.Then I ran again.I broke the record
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When love is nothing but a word
When love is nothing but a word,
When our deep feelings can’t be shared.
When joy and woe unwoven lie
When we can’t speak, except to sigh…..
When we are lost behind the glass,
When burdened feelings never pass,
When noone is a trusted friend
When we are scared but cannot bend.
When love embodied goes away
When we are numbed but cannot say.
When we are rigid with the strain.
When life has little but such pain
We suffer as our will has gone
And we’ve no task to lure us on.
We need to know we’re not alone
That love can penetrate a stone.
That like the Christ we rise to life
When we endure with will its strife.
When we accept that all is lost,
But wish to live despite the cost.
Then we are saved as are the flowers
Which decorate the fields and bowers
Though all shall crumble into dust,
While we’re alive we’ll slake our lust.
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The music of your voice
The music of your voice
What is that sound which I shall never hear?
I shall never play a duo with you.
Would we harmonize?
Or find some compromise?
Does one need to hear the sound of someone’s heart,
transposed into verbal music..
Or can we manage without it?
Ideolect Sociolect. Circumspect?
Words reveal the lost soul.
But not the whole story.
Play it again
But this time,speak it.
I want to hear the music
Of you.
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New Dawn
No sight is like the rising of the sun
When promises of dreams seem clear and still
My heart,though sore ,can fancy love has come,
Without hard times and exercise of will
No morning is without the dawn of hope
When all my conflicts can be put aside.
Imagination is far flung in scope,
Not noticing our dreams may clearly lie.
No love is like my long gone love for you
Once known,once felt,it settled in my heart.
Yet I believe real love can be found anew
But only when the late cruel love departs.
So bother me no more with reveried bliss.
Go leave me with my life,though all’s amiss
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The Pope speaks out about the need for considering the common good and avoiding insults to people’s sacred beliefs
https://news.yahoo.com/pope-charlie-hebdo-limits-free-expression-121639260.html
I wrote something about the need for tact in dealing with others personally and also publicly.If you keep taunting people they will react.I do not justify the killings at all but we all need to consider our words and deeds.It used to be called
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Until there’s no pain
Is the mind quite distinct from the brain?
I ask myself over again.
But answer comes not
To this London hot spot….
I avoid metaphysics in vain
We need to boot up our own brains.
Limericks can take out some strain.
Write a cute line
Or a sentence divine..
Then keep writing till the end of the pain
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I saw Anne Frank
Walking through unceasing traffic outside the main hospital,
I saw Anne Frank at the bus stop,I thought
There was a young woman with seven children,
Jewish,I saw.Little ones shyly offering us their seats.
I asked if she lived nearby.
No, we live in Stamford Hill,North London
What a shame you have to come so far,
for this terminus is inside the hospital grounds,you see.
Oh,no!We did not come for the hospital.
We came to pick fruit on that lovely farm down the hill!
Yes,we have been there too, it is very beautiful,I say.
It’s easy enough on public transport,she murmured softly like a little girl.
The children gazed, demure and polite,
I could see their smiles were not so far away.
I asked her,Would it be offensive
if I gave my husband a kippah
as he is tired of his hat?
Not at all,she murmured,smiling.
Why,you can get them anywhere now…Stamford Hill,Golder’s Green
She took off the hat from her son’s head
to show me how white his skin was there.
She told me how they just came back from a seaside holiday.
Too soon ,their bus came.She’d be ready for a cup of tea or two.
I saw eight faces smile,just a little smile,you know;
enough it was and all for me.
The oldest girl waved her hand gently as the bus left.
I see this is not just a place with a hospital.
It’s got a pick your own fruit farm;it’s got woods,hills,
fields with horses,tomato filled greenhouses,large white houses.
When they close their eyes they’ll see the green and the sunshine;they’ll see the woods on the hill.
And I shall see them and Anne Frank too ;it was the hidden smile.
Why,I see it is almost the Mona Lisa too.
A smile can be such a mystery.
Emerging from a hospital,tests,blood,anxiety.,machines,..
it’s like dreaming,
it’s like being given a hint;
there’s another time intersecting with this
and history herself brushes against my cheek
with a rare intimacy
that makes me both smile and weep.
It’s always here,but we don’t see…
It’s not a hospital only;
it’s a doorway to other worlds
and what worlds,indeed.,
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2015 Again and again
London and Paris
http://multilingualbooks.com/wp/soundandvision/frenchquotes-proverbs-english-translation/
“Qui craint de souffrir, il souffre déjà de ce qu’il craint”
He who fears suffering is already suffering that which he fears.
La Fontaine.
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Nature and artifice
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Thoughts at play
We were so poor we six children had to eat our dinner off a cricket bat.
Well,it made you good at grammar!Us six had to eat off a cricket!
Did the cricket mind?
Yes,it hated being licked.
What a shame!
What a catastrophe.
Just think,we have no English crickets now.
We just have foreign crickets.
How can you tell?
They speak Dutch!
What do they say?
Festina lente.
That’s not Dutch?
Well,we had a Dutch priest in the fifties and he used to say,
Adveniat Regnum tuam;festina lente.
Your Kingdom should have come but the postman has been privatised.
That’s English.
I know.Strange is it not?
Who are you?Prince William of Orange
Don’t be that way.I talk proper because I passed the 11 plus.
I’d have thought it’d be the other way round?
You seem quite bright.
I belong to Mensa.
I don’t see what sex has to do with it….
I left my tart in Wan Fran’s Disco.
That was an error.
No,I was right.They had no cream.
Do you ever eat off a bat now?
No,it’s not hygienic;we eat off the Times.
After you have read it?
Oh, we never read it!
Why buy it?
It makes us feel superior.
Why not get some China?
Why is it called china?
I suppose that’s what was on the map when they looked.
That’s ridiculous.
I know.I agree.
I mean,you are ridiculous.
Some people like to insult others when they are in a bad mood
I can do it in a good mood.
You are balmy
Bedankt!
I mean barmy!
Off with ihre briefke!
Now he speaks French.
I want a letter!.
A French letter?
No,a Greek letter.
Here you are… it’s an apple pi.
Is it natural?
Ask Euclid!
He’s dead.
No he’s in a Platonic realm
Making Platonic love?
I am sure he could make a Teutonic love!
Why so?
His tongue is enchanted.His lips are fluorescent.
How about his nose?
It’s quite perfect.
And his eyes?
Like cat’s eyes in winter,glowing and amber.
Have you got his phone number?
Yes,it 4478733333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333…………..
It’s irrational.
Don’t tell him,he thinks it’s infinite.
Aleph null?
Is that your phone number?Where is aleph on a phone
Je ne sais Aleph Faux pas.
That is the end of
Thoughts at play
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With an empty eye
The crab which spreads its claws beneath the skin
Can be removed or burned away with ice.
And we can live with spaces deep within
For with our love,new life can be enticed.
Yet where’s the plumber who repairs the heart;
who stops the leaks and mends the broken pump?
We are not metal in our many parts.
And, with love, a stony heart may grow quite plump.
A newer heart may benefit the young.
The hopes of future joy can break the strain.
The loves around to whom we happy clung,
May bring us consolation once again.
Yet later we accept that we must die
I face this future with an empty eye.
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I can
I know of a fearsome old man
who keeps his spare cash in a pan.
when he lights the stove
his money explodes
If he survives life then you and I can.
I knew of another old man
Who spent his life aping Cezanne
But eating raw fruit
Which he kept in his boot.
Kept him tied to the lavatory pan
Old men are important to society
though they daily may commit impropriety.
They must break select rules
Taught in tough schools
Especially the rules we call dietary.
I loved an old man with long nails
Though his face was alarmingly pale.
His hair was light blonde
And hung down in fronds.
Till it blew off in a fierce winter gale.
And I also loved a dame with clear skin
With her I’d be happy to sin.
But she was already engaged
Which made me outraged.
However could I even begin?
Old men are of interest to me
I wonder who cooks them their tea?
They gaze with sharp eyes
At the butcher’s meat pies.
They’ve no mother to call,where ar’t thee?
When I was a child the women had learned a kind of yodelling so that we could hear our mother shouting at 12 noon even half a mile awat in the park where we climbed on a metal frame and swung on old swings and played,House,inside the parts of the roots of an ancient tree which were above the ground.Why,I can see it now.Am I dead?
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Death in a grocery store
We might have died in childbirth;
We might have died in war;
None of us imagined
Death in a grocery store.
We went out buying fruit and meat,
Fresh eggs and chicken breasts.
We wanted to make dinner
For this night’s Sabbath Feast.
But noone knew that soft goodbye
Was to be our last;
A few shots and some bullets
Another life has passed.
What were our young children
going to feel tonight….?
We should be serving love and food
As candles give their light.
Candles burn in memory
Of all the innocent,
who are caught up in tragedies
That someone else invents.
Let young men delude themselves
And politicians too….
Don’t forget those murderers
Could be me and you….
We are not so different
But for circumstance.
The murderers and their victims turn
In a macabre dance.
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So far away
Now you are far,so far away,
The longest night,
The shortest winter 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 from out 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 where
Is it night? Or is it day?
I tried to write to bring me light,
It’s dark, and still.
I long for you to come.
Oh,will we ever quite
Find out our 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.
But in a crack,
a seed may grow.
I can’t see where,
But yet,it’s so.
He left his life where so much might have grown.
The aspirin bottle and the tumbler thrown.
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Undercover
I was waiting for him in the church
But alas he left me in the lurch
He’d met a rich woman..
She saw him coming
Before he kicked her into touch.
She was the best person I never met
As she kept wandering men as her pets.
And I met my new lover
At night undercover.
I didn’t want mal a la tete
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I’d like to eat lots of thick grease
The doctor worked as hard as he could
But he couldn’t treat folk as he knew he should
So he put plugs his ears
and ignored our fears,
He just mopped up the tears and the blood.
Statins make folk act real mean
And more road accidents are later seen
So go for long walks
Admire flowers and their stalks..
Then go home and eat lots of beans.
Happiness makes our hearts whole
If to the inner we submit our souls.
I do not mean pleasure
But working with leisure.
Set your own guide by the pole.
The night sky can lend us some peace
As we gaze up and tensions release.
We are microscopic
Yet ,quite off the topic,
I’d love to eat lots of thick grease
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Writers interviewed.Number 1,me!
Interview with Miriam Gracewaite the writer of the Stan stories
K:Hello,Miriam.This is my first ever human interview.I normally interview animals.
M.Well,I shall do my best.
K.Tell me,did you always want to write?
M.First I wanted to read then after reading The Mill on the Floss when I was nine,I wanted to write.
K I am surprised your mother let you read such a sad tale.
M.I hid behind an armchair!My career as a future romantic writer was more important than being obedient
K.You sound a bit like …Jesus Christ!
Do you read the Bible?
M.Well,I have read most of it and only wish I had learned some ancient languages to read the ancient Hebrew Bible.
K. What stopped you?
M.not many girls from the lower end of our society got to study Aramaic and Greek and so on.We were studying cookery books and learning to knit and peeling potatoes
K.I see..very drudge like
M.Nevertheless I got to University rather strangely in a way.It was the worst winter for many years and I was the only candidate who managed to cross the frozen Pennines.So the interviewers awarded me a place for determination and guts.Also because they were all fervent atheists and my nun headmistress wrote me a terrible reference… so that was a big advantage for me.She hated me.I don’t think anyone has hated me since then…to my surprise.
K.I shan’t probe into that painful area.What sort of books did you plan to write?
M.War and Peace…. The Man who was Thursday…… The Great Gatsby.Something deep and serious
K.I see.So how did you begin to write about Stan?
M.Well,it began as a joke.I never imagined I would write more than one story.It was about people ringing 999 when it was inappropriate
K.So why did you?
M.They seemed to have a life of their own especially Emile,the cat.
K.So you are a kind of medium for them?
M.I suppose you could say that.At least they are not ghosts.
K.So what advice would you give to a new writer?
M.Write every day..And keep the Samaritans phone number handy.Writing can stir you up.
K.I thought it was therapeutic.
M. Well,look at Sylvia Plath.Creative writers even lowly
ones are usually very sensitive people.
K.Do you have any hobbies?
M. Yed like talking.I like cooking and taking
photographs.Talking is best
I like colours,I like shape,I like necking by the lake.Sorry that is my ghost Rudolph
K.How about your love life since you mention it
M.I never talk about that in interviews..
K.Why not?Is it very lurid?
M.I write what I write.. the rest is silence.
K.Well,that seems a good point to end.Oh,she’s vanished apart from a big smile 
That means I shan’t have to buy her any tea!
Thank you,God.
May grace come unto you.
Is it golden?
Yes.
I see it already!
Don’t mention it.
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Winter Quiz
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Who is this man?
1.Nigel Farage.
2.The Queen.
3.Pope Benedict 13th.
4.David Cameron.
5.A cyborg
6.A glove puppet.
7.My husband.
8.My ex.
9.W H Auden
10 None of the above -
Guess who this is.
1.My husband
2.Father Xmas
3.The prime minister of the Hebrides.
4.My cat’s husband.
6.Jesus.
7.The Pope.
8.a barn owl.
9..A lost cat.
10.. me giving a lecture on why e is not an algebraic number.
11.All of the above.
12.The Devil -
This is
1] London
2]Zurich
3]Colorado
4]Estonia
5]Greenland
6]Montreal.
7]I don’t give a monkeys.
8] A photo of Finland my art teacher wants us to do a painting from using mixed media.
9]The lost world of Atlantis.
10] A and E in London Hospital
11]The capital of Norway.
12]a ski resort
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Life as color
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Out for a walk with Stan and Mary
After dinner Mary and Stan often went for a longish walk.They liked to go to a road where the richer people of Britain lived.,where there were some Georgian houses and one Tudor house.
At dusk they would stroll by looking into the lighted windows to see how the rooms were decorated.And if the front garden was large sometimes they crept in to see more
One beautiful house they liked from the outside was spoiled for Mary by the garish tartan wall paper.
What sort of people would live there, she asked Emile who was in her handbag.with his head peeping out
Well,they have a cat called Percy,he mewed softly.
Why Percy?It is a noble name from the British past of course,she answered…
Earls of Percy were involved in affairs of state.
Well.Percy is Chinese,Emile said to her wittily.
He ought to be called Hu Ar U then,Mary joked ,or tried to as her sense of humor was somewhat lacking or maybe just odd.Still she looked lovely despite her moth eaten clothes bought in Sales in colors nobody else wanted like purple and lilac and bottle green.
She and Stan crept slowly up the garden path and peered nervously into the empty sitting room trying to identify the paintings on the walls.
All of a sudden, a woman who was completely naked came into the room and lay modishly on a sofa as if she were a trained dancer.She was a sight for sore male eyes.
Are they about to have a drawing class,Stan whispered.
She must be a model for a Life Class or an abstract woman ,with cat ,if Percy gets into the frame,Mary mused
Percy might scratch her then.Stan muttered.She could scream.
Suddenly a loud voice was booming at them.
What the hell are you doing in my garden?
There stood a big man in plus fours and and an oversized red jumper with matching cheeks
We were admiring your wall paper,Mary said.I think it is very unusual.
He smiled in gratification.
I chose it,he cried.All by my self.
But why is there a nude lady on the sofa,Stan enquired.
I am so annoyed, the man told them.My fiancee likes to walk around nude but she forgets to draw the curtains first.
Does she want to make an exhibition of herself,Stan enquired hopefully.
We wondered if it was for a life class, you know,students learning to draw and become artists of note.
Well,that’s a good idea said Arthur thoughtfully.
The woman got up and came over.She opened the wondow.To their astonishment she was Annie,their neighbour and Stan’s mistress too.Stan might have known but he had kept his face immobile after years of practise.
Fancy seeing you here,Annie whispered creatively in her sweet little voice
I am trying to seduce Arthur but with no success so far except a marriage proposal.
You need to be more discreet and indirect, said Stan.
If you act like this he will think you are an artist’s model and likely to be featured in the Tate Modern Annual Show of Infamy .Now, would a man like this marry or even sleep with such a woman as you appear to be walking around like Eve before she ate the apple?
I don’t know said Annie but my clothes are all in the tumble dryer,anyhow.
Did you wet yourself? Mary asked her kindly.It’s nothing to be ashamed of.We all do it now and then especially since public conveniences were shut down across the UK.And now ,even coats are machine washable.
Well,I knocked over some lemon barley water in a big jug and so I decided to wash all my clothes. while I was here as Arthur as a tumble dryer
That’s a very strange tale Arthur told her.You look ravishing hanging out of the window with your nipples pointing up.Let me take a photo of
you.Say,Cheese
But will you put it on Twitter,Annie asked anxiously.
No,dear.I am not so cruel.Why don’t you get your clothes and make us all some tea .
I can’t make tea,she yelled and without pausing she dialledd 999.
What is it Fire or Ambulance the lady receptionist asked politely.
It’s a kettle.
Is it on fire?
No,it won’t boil.Can you send Dave the paramedic ,please, as he makes good tea.
We are quite busy so it may be two hours or more she was told.
I thought this was an emergency service,Annie said.
But who defines what an emergency is? the lady asked her philosophically.
I will die without this tea,Annie informed her in a ringing tone
Ok ,hang up and I will send the ambulance now.
Arthur seemed a little surprised
I have private medical insurance,he cried.But they don’t make tea not even for old people.
Well,in the UK tea has always been essential to the National Health
But it will soon be drying up and we shall get flasks from the dustmen on Sundays instead.
I just don’t believe it,Arthur said and he then passed out on the rug which stood in front of a bookcase full of leather bound volumes of poetry.
Will he live?Read more tomorrow and pay the price… af ew minutes of fun and gaiety.
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Freedom to fly…..
Here is a chance to vosut a beautiful blog by an artist I love
During the past few years although in many ways my life has been wonderful….with growth in different areas, I have had one big issue which has taken up far too much space in my head…..and as of 1st January, this has been released…..and I can already feel a huge sense of freedom.
With this sense of freedom comes an immediate opening up of the senses….
An instant reminder that all of life is interconnected, and …….
That ‘none of us is ever creative enough to know how things will actually work out….’
An affirmation that when we do what is put in front of us to the best of out ability, with a willing and grateful heart…miracles can and do happen.
The Magical Hummingbirds have clearly been working overtime:)
This post is written with a huge amount of gratitude.
HummingbirdHQ.com
http://www.janetweightreed.co.uk
A Bientôt
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How many words?
The shortest poem
would only have one line,
but would it rhyme?
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Freudian glares
She performed a Freudian strip ,that is she got dressed.
He made a Freudian ship sail on dry land.Still,we all have our weaknesses
I dreamed I was lying on a sofa. then I told a lie in church when I said I was sorry for my sins,They are my only pleasure in life.Sinless, I’d die at once.Where is the sense in that?Drink about it.Eat about it.Then talk about it.
How about a Freudian knot?No way out.
I love Freud with all my parts.
Am I spare?Am I mean?Why not tell my analyst and have fun with it! Freud did and look what happened to him.
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Goodbye,my love
I have loved you and I’ve held you.
Many years,you have been mine;
If the time has come for parting
Let’s embrace for one last time.
You know you have to leave me,
Though you desire a longer stay.
Let me hold you in my arms now
For just tonight and one more day.
Then I’ll watch you travel on,love.
We take this last step all alone.
I’ll be here beside you watching.
I shall feel when you are gone.
May you accept, may you surrender
May you reach the promised land.
Into this earth my tears will fall, love,
As I recall your tender hands.
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ON FALLING DOWN THE FULL STOP AT THE END OF A SENTENCE.
I can’t recall precisely how I wrote it this poem.It came from a strange elsewhere in my mind.I think it carries an message,namely that,if you can’t acknowledge your hatred, if you deny it exists, even to yourself then it may cause havoc in your lifew.This does not mean l letting it rip either.It is very painful to hate someone you love This is the dilemma of the infant and of all of us in life.
I think I began to write it by choosing a long word at random and seeing how many words I could make from that.Then through staring blankly and in a friendly manner at these words a a poem began to come into existence.It seemed to write itself especially towards the end… It certainly surprised me with its advent.I can hardly believe I have written it,though wide and narrow focus in seeing are of special interest to me.They came to my attention in the book “A Life of One’s Own” by Joanna Field [Marion Blackett-Milner] and in her l later book “On not being able to Paint
Blind sight scattered my wits
Like whitened bones
Across the deserts of my mind.
I descended into blackness.
Love shrank into the tame cat
By the fire unacknowledged hate
Grew to fill the room.
I stared too much,
A full stop grew gigantic
Crowded out
All the words in the sentence
I saw nothing but this dot
Now a gigantic black hole
Into which I was dragged.
An energy coming from my own head,
Sucked me into the black hole.
That place was the wrong sort of darkness.
Within that full stop,
Love Fundamental became invisible.
Disappeared into the dark.
I dragged my eyes away
And saw the moon appear ,eerie,
It shone,grey silver.
If I had opened my eyes wider
I would not now lament
What I destroyed in the wormhole
Of the black dot that drew my eye
Into a tunnel of darkness.
t blinded me to the light Did not let me read the sentences
Beside the full stop.
An error of focus left hate
Unacknowledged,unmitigated,unredeemed,
Kept apart from love or goodness.
Afraid to spoil my love with hate,
The fear of hate became
That which spoiled all else,
By freezing Love itself.
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OUR LIFEBOAT
We are in this boat together
Sailing across the bay.
Some have an easy voyage,
The wind is blowing their way.
I wish I could always be sailing
Across a wide ocean with you
And never reach the other side
though it may be in view.
I want to see the sunrise
Across the dappled sea.
The ripples of the water
Reveal a new world to me.
One day this boat will reach the shore
Unless destroyed by storm
And I shall have to leave your arms
Where I have been so warm.
So just before we get there
I wanted you to know
That I shall always love you
Wherever you may go.
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Xmas Eve with Stan and Mary
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Mary liked that moment on mas Eve when at last she closed the front door after Stan had carried in the last bit of shopping and the shops would close for a while…Although many only close for one day,there is a still a feeling in many women’s hearts that they must stock up with all conceivable food and drink.At one time Stan baked bread so there was no panic buying of elderly sliced loaves from newsagents shops,just in case the real bread ran out. After all one might eat fried mince pies and eggs for breakfast or curried Christmas cake with brown rice and bananas in lemon juice for dinner. Man cannot live by bread alone and here we can all agree even if we are not religious. Mary walked down the hall and into the green and blue kitchen.Mary walked down the hall and into the green and blue kitchen. I’ll make a good cup of tea now,she cried to Stan. Thanks,honey. he replied in his kindly way.Any choccy biscuits?Stan loved a chocolate biscuit but parsimony made Mary refuse to buy them weekly.And also Stan himself believes that if you eat something every week it’s no longer such a treat. Mary poured the boiling water into the tea pot and at the same moment she heard a familiar voice. Hi,Stan,Hi Mary,can I come in and have a chat now? It was Annie their stunning neighbour wearing a long green tartan wool skirt and a cashmere and merino jumper of ocean blue. Her eyeshadow was teal and her lipstick was pale pink and shiney like a well polished mirrror. Why Annie,you match the kitchen,said Stan.You will have to move in. Where would I sleep? she enquired roguishly In the dog’s basket.It’s quite big… it was made for a St Bernard You don’t have any dog,Annie cried through her luscious wasp stung pink glowing lips. There’s no law that stops cat owners buying dog baskets.Stan said humorously. But it seems silly to me,Annie murmured.A waste of money. Well,we did think that if someone wanted to stay over they could sleep in it. What a strange idea when you have a five bedroomed house with 3 en suites and a sprinkler in the garden. Well,we had the dog basket when we lived in a small flat and have never updated our mental set ups.Stan lectured manfully. How do we update our mental set ups,asked Mary with a twinkle in her large blue and singularly beautiful eyes. Well,Mary,look at you.I asked you to buy a laptiop ten years ago but you were convinced that you would never be able to learn how to use it.Clearly with your mathematical training and you love of philosophy and your three higher degrees in real and complex analysis you were judging yourself wrongly….. but why you think you can’t do certain things I am not able to say.You might date it back to always being asked to do too much as a child. Yes,said Mary.When we got an electric cooker,Mother could not work the timer but she knew I could do it.But it was only by trial and error,not to mention trial and terror. Annie said Thank God I was backward as a child so I played with dolls till I was fifteen and then I played with a boy in the shrubbery and he played with me Very nice I am sure,Mary said icily.And you still play with yourself nowI expect. How dare you said,Annie.I play by myself but not with myself. This is all very odd,thought Emile. Can a cat play with itself? Yes,I have played with my shadow on the big brick wall… all alone.Does Annie play with her shadow? That must be good fun. Suddenly the door bell rang very loudly making Stan turn green as he fell off his chair onto the red cork flooring.In ran Dave,the transexual paramedic.. Here I am and I have brought Emile 12 mice pies,he cried merrily Are they sweet or savoury ,asked Stan curiously. I dunno said Dave.I got’em in Waitclose.You could phone them. All I want to know is, were the mice raised in a suitable environment with fresh air and plenty of natural food.Are the pies full of taste enhancers and dangerous chemicals? Oh,my said Dave turning red,I only got them for Emile not for the Queen Mother. Well,Stan said, we must be consistent in life and what is wrong for one species must be wrong for all. But can you prove that,asked Mary.Suppose some mice have been eating food in a house where they only eat ready made meals and buy cakes in a supermarket.Folk in such a house would not mind their cats and the mice eating food full of all manner of preservatives,flavouring of a artificial type and going without five fruits a day.I can’t imagine a mouse eating five fruits a day.He’d prefer five spoons of bread and cheese grated. I suppose it would depend on the size of the fruit,Stan answered eloquently. I do like coming here,said Dave.You discuss such intriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’day.He’d prefer five spoons of bread and cheese grated. I suppose it would depend on the size of the fruit,Stan answered eloquently. I do like coming here,said Dave.You discuss such intriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’Well,Mary,look at you.I asked you to buy a laptiop ten years ago but you were convinced that you would never be able to learn how to use it.Clearly with your mathematical training and you love of philosophy and your three higher degrees in real and complex analysis you were judging yourself wrongly….. but why you think you can’t do certain things I am not able to say.You might date it back to always being asked to do too much as a child. Yes,said Mary.When we got an electric cooker,Mother could not work the timer but she knew I could do it.But it was only by trial and error,not to mention trial and terror. Annie said Thank God I was backward as a child so I played with dolls till I was fifteen and then I played with a boy in the shrubbery and he played with me Very nice I am sure,Mary said icily.And you still play with yourself nowI expect. How dare you said,Annie.I play by myself but not with myself. This is all very odd,thought Emile. Can a cat play with itself? Yes,I have played with my shadow on the big brick wall… all alone.Does Annie play with her shadow? That must be good fun. Suddenly the door bell rang very loudly making Stan turn green as he fell off his chair onto the red cork flooring.In ran Dave,the transexual paramedic.. Here I am and I have brought Emile 12 mice pies,he cried merrily Are they sweet or savoury ,asked Stan curiously. I dunno said Dave.I got’em in Waitclose.You could phone them. All I want to know is, were the mice raised in a suitable environment with fresh air and plenty of natural food.Are the pies full of taste enhancers and dangerous chemicals? Oh,my said Dave turning red,I only got them for Emile not for the Queen Mother. Well,Stan said, we must be consistent in life and what is wrong for one species must be wrong for all. But can you prove that,asked Mary.Suppose some mice have been eating food in a house where they only eat ready made meals and buy cakes in a supermarket.Folk in such a house would not mind their cats and the mice eating food full of all manner of preservatives,flavouring of a artificial type and going without five fruits a day.I can’t imagine a mouse eating five fruits a day.He’d prefer five spoons of bread and cheese grated. I suppose it would depend on the size of the fruit,Stan answered eloquently. I do like coming here,said Dave.You discuss such intriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’Yes,said Mary.When we got an electric cooker,Mother could not work the timer but she knew I could do it.But it was only by trial and error,not to mention trial and terror. Annie said Thank God I was backward as a child so I played with dolls till I was fifteen and then I played with a boy in the shrubbery and he played with me Very nice I am sure,Mary said icily.And you still play with yourself nowI expect. How dare you said,Annie.I play by myself but not with myself. This is all very odd,thought Emile. Can a cat play with itself? Yes,I have played with my shadow on the big brick wall… all alone.Does Annie play with her shadow? That must be good fun. Suddenly the door bell rang very loudly making Stan turn green as he fell off his chair onto the red cork flooring.In ran Dave,the transexual paramedic.. Here I am and I have brought Emile 12 mice pies,he cried merrily Are they sweet or savoury ,asked Stan curiously. I dunno said Dave.I got’em in Waitclose.You could phone them. All I want to know is, were the mice raised in a suitable environment with fresh air and plenty of natural food.Are the pies full of taste enhancers and dangerous chemicals? Oh,my said Dave turning red,I only got them for Emile not for the Queen Mother. Well,Stan said, we must be consistent in life and what is wrong for one species must be wrong for all. But can you prove that,asked Mary.Suppose some mice have been eating food in a house where they only eat ready made meals and buy cakes in a supermarket.Folk in such a house would not mind their cats and the mice eating food full of all manner of preservatives,flavouring of a artificial type and going without five fruits a day.I can’t imagine a mouse eating five fruits a day.He’d prefer five spoons of bread and cheese grated. I suppose it would depend on the size of the fruit,Stan answered eloquently. I do like coming here,said Dave.You discuss such intriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish men sometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’Sintriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’But can you prove that,asked Mary.Suppose some mice have been eating food in a house where they only eat ready made meals and buy cakes in a supermarket.Folk in such a house would not mind their cats and the mice eating food full of all manner of preservatives,flavouring of a artificial type and going without five fruits a day.I can’t imagine a mouse eating five fruits a day.He’d prefer five spoons of bread and cheese grated. I suppose it would depend on the size of the fruit,Stan answered eloquently. I do like coming here,said Dave.You discuss such intriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’I suppose it would depend on the size of the fruit,Stan answered eloquently. I do like coming here,said Dave.You discuss such intriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’I do like coming here,said Dave.You discuss such intriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s you can’t do certain things I am not able to say.You might date it back to always being asked to do too much as a child. Yes,said Mary.When we got an electric cooker,Mother could not work the timer but she knew I could do it.But it was only by trial and error,not to mention trial and terror. Annie said Thank God I was backward as a child so I played with dolls till I was fifteen and then I played with a boy in the shrubbery and he played with me Very nice I am sure,Mary said icily.And you still play with yourself nowI expect. How dare you said,Annie.I play by myself but not with myself. This is all very odd,thought Emile. Can a cat play with itself? Yes,I have played with my shadow on the big brick wall… all alone.Does Annie play with her shadow? That must be good fun. Suddenly the door bell rang very loudly making Stan turn green as he fell off his chair onto the red cork flooring.In ran Dave,the transexual paramedic.. Here I am and I have brought Emile 12 mice pies,he cried merrily Are they sweet or savoury ,asked Stan curiously. I dunno said Dave.I got’em in Waitclose.You could phone them. All I want to know is, were the mice raised in a suitable environment with fresh air and plenty of natural food.Are the pies full of taste enhancers and dangerous chemicals? Oh,my said Dave turning red,I only got them for Emile not for the Queen Mother. Well,Stan said, we must be consistent in life and what is wrong for one species must be wrong for all. But can you prove that,asked Mary.Suppose some mice have been eating food in a house where they only eat ready made meals and buy cakes in a supermarket.Folk in such a house would not mind their cats and the mice eating food full of all manner of preservatives,flavouring of a artificial type and going without five fruits a day.I can’t imagine a mouse eating five fruits a day.He’d prefer five spoons of bread and cheese grated. I suppose it would depend on the size of the fruit,Stan answered eloquently. I do like coming here,said Dave.You discuss such intriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’Hi,Stan,Hi Mary,can I come in and have a chat now? It was Annie their stunning neighbour wearing a long green tartan wool skirt and a cashmere and merino jumper of ocean blue. Her eyeshadow was teal and her lipstick was pale pink and shiney like a well polished mirrror. Why Annie,you match the kitchen,said Stan.You will have to move in. Where would I sleep? she enquired roguishly In the dog’s basket.It’s quite big… it was made for a St Bernard You don’t have any dog,Annie cried through her luscious wasp stung pink glowing lips. There’s no law that stops cat owners buying dog baskets.Stan said humorously. But it seems silly to me,Annie murmured.A waste of money. Well,we did think that if someone wanted to stay over they could sleep in it. What a strange idea when you have a five bedroomed house with 3 en suites and a sprinkler in the garden. Well,we had the dog basket when we lived in a small flat and have never updated our mental set ups.Stan lectured manfully. How do we update our mental set ups,asked Mary with a twinkle in her large blue and singularly beautiful eyes. Well,Mary,look at you.I asked you to buy a laptiop ten years ago but you were convinced that you would never be able to learn how to use it.Clearly with your mathematical training and you love of philosophy and your three higher degrees in real and complex analysis you were judging yourself wrongly….. but why you think you can’t do certain things I am not able to say.You might date it back to always being asked to do too much as a child. Yes,said Mary.When we got an electric cooker,Mother could not work the timer but she knew I could do it.But it was only by trial and error,not to mention trial and terror. Annie said Thank God I was backward as a child so I played with dolls till I was fifteen and then I played with a boy in the shrubbery and he played with me Very nice I am sure,Mary said icily.And you still play with yourself nowI expect. How dare you said,Annie.I play by myself but not with myself. This is all very odd,thought Emile. Can a cat play with itself? Yes,I have played with my shadow on the big brick wall… all alone.Does Annie play with her shadow? That must be good fun. Suddenly the door bell rang very loudly making Stan turn green as he fell off his chair onto the red cork flooring.In ran Dave,the transexual paramedic.. Here I am and I have brought Emile 12 mice pies,he cried merrily Are they sweet or savoury ,asked Stan curiously. I dunno said Dave.I got’em in Waitclose.You could phone them. All I want to know is, were the mice raised in a suitable environment with fresh air and plenty of natural food.Are the pies full of taste enhancers and dangerous chemicals? Oh,my said Dave turning red,I only got them for Emile not for the Queen Mother. Well,Stan said, we must be consistent in life and what is wrong for one species must be wrong for all. But can you prove that,asked Mary.Suppose some mice have been eating food in a house where they only eat ready made meals and buy cakes in a supermarket.Folk in such a house would not mind their cats and the mice eating food full of all manner of preservatives,flavouring of a artificial type and going without five fruits a day.I can’t imagine a mouse eating five fruits a day.He’d prefer five spoons of bread and cheese grated. I suppose it would depend on the size of the fruit,Stan answered eloquently. I do like coming here,said Dave.You discuss such intriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’Why Annie,you match the kitchen,said Stan.You will have to move in. Where would I sleep? she enquired roguishly In the dog’s basket.It’s quite big… it was made for a St Bernard You don’t have any dog,Annie cried through her luscious wasp stung pink glowing lips. There’s no law that stops cat owners buying dog baskets.Stan said humorously. But it seems silly to me,Annie murmured.A waste of money. Well,we did think that if someone wanted to stay over they could sleep in it. What a strange idea when you have a five bedroomed house with 3 en suites and a sprinkler in the garden. Well,we had the dog basket when we lived in a small flat and have never updated our mental set ups.Stan lectured manfully. How do we update our mental set ups,asked Mary with a twinkle in her large blue and singularly beautiful eyes. Well,Mary,look at you.I asked you to buy a laptiop ten years ago but you were convinced that you would never be able to learn how to use it.Clearly with your mathematical training and you love of philosophy and your three higher degrees in real and complex analysis you were judging yourself wrongly….. but why you think you can’t do certain things I am not able to say.You might date it back to always being asked to do too much as a child. Yes,said Mary.When we got an electric cooker,Mother could not work the timer but she knew I could do it.But it was only by trial and error,not to mention trial and terror. Annie said Thank God I was backward as a child so I played with dolls till I was fifteen and then I played with a boy in the shrubbery and he played with me Very nice I am sure,Mary said icily.And you still play with yourself nowI expect. How dare you said,Annie.I play by myself but not with myself. This is all very odd,thought Emile. Can a cat play with itself? Yes,I have played with my shadow on the big brick wall… all alone.Does Annie play with her shadow? That must be good fun. Suddenly the door bell rang very loudly making Stan turn green as he fell off his chair onto the red cork flooring.In ran Dave,the transexual paramedic.. Here I am and I have brought Emile 12 mice pies,he cried merrily Are they sweet or savoury ,asked Stan curiously. I dunno said Dave.I got’em in Waitclose.You could phone them. All I want to know is, were the mice raised in a suitable environment with fresh air and plenty of natural food.Are the pies full of taste enhancers and dangerous chemicals? Oh,my said Dave turning red,I only got them for Emile not for the Queen Mother. Well,Stan said, we must be consistent in life and what is wrong for one species must be wrong for all. But can you prove that,asked Mary.Suppose some mice have been eating food in a house where they only eat ready made meals and buy cakes in a supermarket.Folk in such a house would not mind their cats and the mice eating food full of all manner of preservatives,flavouring of a artificial type and going without five fruits a day.I can’t imagine a mouse eating five fruits a day.He’d prefer five spoons of bread and cheese grated. I suppose it would depend on the size of the fruit,Stan answered eloquently. I do like coming here,said Dave.You discuss such intriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angels twang’had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’But it seems silly to me,Annie murmured.A waste of money. Well,we did think that if someone wanted to stay over they could sleep in it. What a strange idea when you have a five bedroomed house with 3 en suites and a sprinkler in the garden. Well,we had the dog basket when we lived in a small flat and have never updated our mental set ups.Stan lectured manfully. How do we update our mental set ups,asked Mary with a twinkle in her large blue and singularly beautiful eyes. Well,Mary,look at you.I asked you to buy a laptiop ten years ago but you were convinced that you would never be able to learn how to use it.Clearly with your mathematical training and you love of philosophy and your three higher degrees in real and complex analysis you were judging yourself wrongly….. but why you think you can’t do certain things I am not able to say.You might date it back to always being asked to do too much as a child. Yes,said Mary.When we got an electric cooker,Mother could not work the timer but she knew I could do it.But it was only by trial and error,not to mention trial and terror. Annie said Thank God I was backward as a child so I played with dolls till I was fifteen and then I played with a boy in the shrubbery and he played with me Very nice I am sure,Mary said icily.And you still play with yourself nowI expect. How dare you said,Annie.I play by myself but not with myself. This is all very odd,thought Emile. Can a cat play with itself? Yes,I have played with my shadow on the big brick wall… all alone.Does Annie play with her shadow? That must be good fun. Suddenly the door bell rang very loudly making Stan turn green as he fell off his chair onto the red cork flooring.In ran Dave,the transexual paramedic.. Here I am and I have brought Emile 12 mice pies,he cried merrily Are they sweet or savoury ,asked Stan curiously. I dunno said Dave.I got’em in Waitclose.You could phone them. All I want to know is, were the mice raised in a suitable environment with fresh air and plenty of natural food.Are the pies full of taste enhancers and dangerous chemicals? Oh,my said Dave turning red,I only got them for Emile not for the Queen Mother. Well,Stan said, we must be consistent in life and what is wrong for one species must be wrong for all. But can you prove that,asked Mary.Suppose some mice have been eating food in a house where they only eat ready made meals and buy cakes in a supermarket.Folk in such a house would not mind their cats and the mice eating food full of all manner of preservatives,flavouring of a artificial type and going without five fruits a day.I can’t imagine a mouse eating five fruits a day.He’d prefer five spoons of bread and cheese grated. I suppose it would depend on the size of the fruit,Stan answered eloquently. I do like coming here,said Dave.You discuss such intriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’This is all very odd,thought Emile. Can a cat play with itself? Yes,I have played with my shadow on the big brick wall… all alone.Does Annie play with her shadow? That must be good fun. Suddenly the door bell rang very loudly making Stan turn green as he fell off his chair onto the red cork flooring.In ran Dave,the transexual paramedic.. Here I am and I have brought Emile 12 mice pies,he cried merrily Are they sweet or savoury ,asked Stan curiously. I dunno said Dave.I got’em in Waitclose.You could phone them. All I want to know is, were the mice raised in a suitable environment with fresh air and plenty of natural food.Are the pies full of taste enhancers and dangerous chemicals? Oh,my said Dave turning red,I only got them for Emile not for the Queen Mother. Well,Stan said, we must be consistent in life and what is wrong for one species must be wrong for all. But can you prove that,asked Mary.Suppose some mice have been eating food in a house where they only eat ready made meals and buy cakes in a supermarket.Folk in such a house would not mind their cats and the mice eating food full of all manner of preservatives,flavouring of a artificial type and going without five fruits a day.I can’t imagine a mouse eating five fruits a day.He’d prefer five spoons of bread and cheese grated. I suppose it would depend on the size of the fruit,Stan answered eloquently. I do like coming here,said Dave.You discuss such intriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’Suddenly the door bell rang very loudly making Stan turn green as he fell off his chair onto the red cork flooring.In ran Dave,the transexual paramedic.. Here I am and I have brought Emile 12 mice pies,he cried merrily Are they sweet or savoury ,asked Stan curiously. I dunno said Dave.I got’em in Waitclose.You could phone them. All I want to know is, were the mice raised in a suitable environment with fresh air and plenty of natural food.Are the pies full of taste enhancers and dangerous chemicals? Oh,my said Dave turning red,I only got them for Emile not for the Queen Mother. Well,Stan said, we must be consistent in life and what is wrong for one species must be wrong for all. But can you prove that,asked Mary.Suppose some mice have been eating food in a house where they only eat ready made meals and buy cakes in a supermarket.Folk in such a house would not mind their cats and the mice eating food full of all manner of preservatives,flavouring of a artificial type and going without five fruits a day.I can’t imagine a mouse eating five fruits a day.He’d prefer five spoons of bread and cheese grated. I suppose it would depend on the size of the fruit,Stan answered eloquently. I do like coming here,said Dave.You discuss such intriguing things. Well,said Annie,I’d prefer to discuss what sort of shampoo is good for old hair. The hair is not old,said Dave.It grows all the time and you cut the ends off so it’s new… You know what I mean,older people’s hair can go thinner and more frizzy… even cat’s coats are not so thick when they grow old.Sometimes they have to be given tailor made winter coats and small hats. Why,are they Jewish ? teased Mary.. What do you mean ? Jewish mensometimes wear little caps or even big hats in winter to mark their respect for God, the great mystery.. I am afraid you have made an error in your logic: All Jewish men wear hats Emile wears a hat Hence Emile is Jewish, That is not a valid argument. Neither is : All boys play games. I play games Hence I am a boy. Do Jewish boys play with hats,asked Emile. No,they play with cats,Stan told him.Just like most other boys do.Why I used to spend hours trailing string across the floor to get our little kitty excited…. then one day she got really over excited and later gave birth to four kittens, You don’t think it was playing with string that caused that, Mary whispered behind her hand to Stan.They must have had a father. Yes,causation and correlation are often confused.Buying a car does not cause one to fornicate in the back seat.It just gives an extra choice to hand when the bushes and haystacks are wet Can’t we listen to some carols,said Annie nervously. We can sing one said Stan.Here is my newest. Oh,little town of Bethlehem divided by a wall….. Hark the herald angel’s twang.
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The most ridiculous day in hours
The doctor who came last week gave me antibiotics which would help
both my lungs and my kidneys….so what happens.His majesty having seen me keeping them on the floor,in my so called “handbag” otherwise known as a suitcase,on the table,in my cleavage. decided that they should be in the fridge.Which seemed a good idea at the time……
Last night they had gone awol… we stayed up late trying to find them.
In the morning of today which seems as far away as Venus,I phoned the surgery and told them that as we are both unwell we can’t go to the chemist ourselves but at 10 am a driver starts a delivery run…So just a word with the doctor… I rang again about 9.40 an hour and a half after my first call and the receptionist who was naughty before informed me she could not guarantee that he would phone before 10 am…..she seemed very happy to tell me that.
I wondered about 111 but at five minutes to ten the doctor rang.He tried to persuade me I did not need the other ones… but my faith in the out of hours doctor who used a stethoscope and examined me is stronger than my faith in my doctors in the practice.
He said I had told him I was better last week.I responded I said I was better than I had been but as he never saw me or heard me cough it was not very sensible to believe him…as his antibiotics did no good… unless say.I might have got leprosy or TB without them… so scientific..
The pest controller Peter was very worried when I coughed.
The doctor did email the pharmacy and I got the antibiotics at lunchtime.I shall finish the course….because I feel better enough to think I can imagine getting better which I could not imagine 2 days ago.
It is so hard getting real help from a GP now.They are definitely overworked.But sometimes they do need to make a short visit to a patient….We made few demands on them during the long spell of double cancer treatment and moods moving round and about like birches swaying violently in a hurricane… but just surviving..
They get rid if the cancer and then you might get some serious infection owing to lack of energy to fight marauders.
The out of hours service is better in many ways here but not everywhere….
I should have seen the surgeon yesterday but it will be 7 weeks ahead now.I can’t go into a hospital whilst I might spread my bug.
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The flames from Hell’s coals
The sorrows of the world bite our souls.
The daily grind makes us like moles
We don’t see the light
when we work through the night.
All we see are the flames from hell’s coals
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Words are like beads on a chain
1.
Words are like beads on a chain
Alone they can’t take any strain.
But joined up in gold
A sentence can mold
A prayer is repeated again.
2
Words cluster in larger groups
Waiting for writers to stoop..
Then instead of one word
A sentence is heard,
Some call this poetry soup.
3.
Professors do not create words,
which from the unconscious are lured
They only critique
What you and I speak.
After conversing and writing,that’s third.
