The way to be successful is now clear Deny your shame,humiliate the poor Have no friends or mate whom you hold dear The way to be successful is right here Control your cronies with a hint of fear Tread on the lowly, who can but endure The way to be successful, shed no tears Repress your shame,humiliate the poor
Accidentally tread on someone’s face As you run for president again Make sure their features are unclear,erased Knowingly tread on the human face It’s not evil, it is just bad taste The devil is a clown, we feel no strain Incidentally tread on someone’s face As you run for president again
Roman roads connected in straight lines The cities they had built in wealthy times The remains of one goes past my garden gate Do ghosts of Roman legions pass at night?
I like to see connections,maps and roads Others love old cities ,walls and moats My road ran to Lincoln near the Wash Migrating birds and swans go there to rest
Going South, there is the Pilgrim’s Way Canterbury, Becket,murder, prayer Julius Caesar, Deal, the Roman hordes Boudicea, and her fighting Lords
Layers of history, meaning,love and death Still we argue what should be our path
Axes are useful, real and imaginary.Does our earth have them? Borrow one in sums.Not nice.Arithmetic sucks Calculus is based on non-understanding of first principles which may not be understandable like certain j Drawing graphs is an art and a science. Euclid has frightened some and delighted others.And a right angle to you as well. Flatland is a book set in an imaginary two-dimensional world.Fractions frighten Geometry gave way to algebra.Godel studied axiomatic systems. God was a Word not a number……. think about it. Hard as maths is, there is a non-sensual beauty in there somewhere It takes your mind off the pain when you try to visualise 4 dimensions.Be aware some never return. Jokes are not often found in our textbooks except the biggest.. that God likes jigsaws, geometry and juggling. Kurt Godel went mad.He proved maths cannot have a complete set of axioms with no contradictions.So don’t go there Logic is not identical with mathematics. Multiplication tables were sung by children at school in the past.Matrices are rows and columns of numbers. Number theory is harder than one would imagine from counting one’s digits. Operators are imaginary concepts which have an effect on other imaginary concepts which then contribute to nuclear physics, and a few other things like the end of the world. Probability seems to be part of the nature of the world despite Einstein’s famous words. God does not play dice. Quantitative methods were what they called maths to stop the anxiety students felt.But it’s a bad name. Reason is only part of mathematics Straight lines can meet. Theorems can be interesting if you know why you are learning them Why? Why indeed.Wranglers are top mathematics students at Cambridge. X or x is often the unknown we look for. Y is like X just by historical usage Zero as a concept with a sign is more abstract than One.Hence its late arrival on the human scene. Nothing can be symbolised. Ain’t that wonderfulStraight lines can meet.Straight lines can meet.Straight lines can meet.
Every poem begins with a first line After that we choose the space and time The words float in my head till they combine Must a poem begin with its first line? Some are bold and some are more refined Some are free and some have lissom rhymes A poem begins by finding a first line After that we search the Deep Words Mine
Daniel Spinnett was a newly homeless man in a horrible wealthy but cruel country called the Reblighted Kingdom.He had been married once but his wife often used to hurl his hot dinner at him if he was a bit late home and she also had four lovers into the bargain.When she was made Head of Uncivil Service UK he decided he was leaving her and hoped for a second chance and maybe a child as well with a gentler woman At first he was truly happy in his new commodious flat and also with meeting women on the Guardian Solemates website; all too soon his firm was affected by the recession and he ended up with no money to pay his rent ; his ex-wife was completely unsympathetic. though she was absolutely rolling in money and men or both ! He went to the Council to seek for cheap accommodation I have nowhere to live.The rents in Lone-don are so high.. can I get a council flat?I am on job seekers allowance of £70 per week… A council flat?The man behind the desk laughed sarcastically like a dying flea. There ain’t no such anymore,mi duck…didn’t you know the Trying Lady sold them off. Did you not build more using that money,he enquired courteously and logically. as was his wont Sorry,chum, we spent it on wine, women and bling… gold watches, golf clubs, moats, you know Daniel felt very upset so he set out to walk to Lightwebbs Forest a couple of miles away for a time of green beauty and quietness…He fell asleep under an old oak ; he was nervously exhausted ,no doubt When he woke up a huge cat was standing near him staring curiously Hello, the cat said in a kindly but loud voice Hello,I am Daniel from down the road Well, the cat said,I’m a lion from the circus.We have escaped and we are living here in the woods. But what do you eat? asked Dan. Well,we forage around and we find food left out for house cats.;we also have learned to cook leaves and grass over a fire in a double boiler. The lion smiled down at Daniel showing a light in his amber eyes You look very thin.Why don’t you come with me to have dinner? Daniel was afraid of the lion but he had no alternative in mind. After a circuitous walk they reached the deepest,densest most magical part of the wood.There were four lions,two tigers and four leopards all looking happy Is this our dinner,they cried excitedly as they gazed at Daniel. No,this is a poor starving man with no home. Well.lie down Dan and eat this leafy risotto.. Absolutely delicious,awesome, he cried greedily as he used his hands like a child with no table manners Then the first lion asked Dan to come with him to his own den. When they got there he said piteously I have got a problem and none of the animals here can help.I have got a piece of barbed wire stuck in my tail and I need a human with fingers to untangle it.. Daniel looked and there was about 12 inches of barbed wire which hit and beat the old lion as he walked or ran.Dan managed to untwist it and uuntangle it.He got some water from the stream and washed the lion’s backside where the barbs had cut into him..I have no Elastoplast, he muttered anxiously.The fresh air will heal it, said the lion gently….
And that was how Daniel came to be living in the lion’s den. He says he prefers it to living with his dominating wife. He certainly looks fitter than before and is considering asking for surgery to change into a lion on the NHS as there is a lady lion whom he has fallen in love with.No doubt lions don’t get married in church but they do love each other very deeply. Just go to the forest and take a look next time you fall asleep. Now the lions enjoy even better food because Daniel has recipe books and unlike the lions,he can read.They found some old sauce pans at the recycling centre so he can do cheese sauce using milk from the sheep on the edge of the wood, If you knew what went on in our many woods,you’d definitely get a big surprise..I can tell you
The relativization of all moral norms, the crisis of authority, the reduction of life to the pursuit of immediate material gain without regard for its general consequences—the very things Western democracy is most criticized for–do not originate in democracy but in that which modern man has lost: his transcendental anchor, and along with it the only genuine source of his responsibility and self-respect . . . . Given its fatal incorrigibility, humanity probably will have to go through many more Rwandas and Chernobyls before it understands how unbelievably shortsighted a human being can be who has forgotten that he is not God.
The end of values, kindness, earned respect The loss of wisdom,history and truth The pillars of democracy are cracked.
The centre of the heart,who can protect? Conspiracy and madness unseat proof An end of values, kindness, earned respect
Violence is admired though lives are wrecked The lasting triumph of the folk uncouth The pillars of the Western Mind have cracked
Their minds unfurnished seem bereft of tact They tread on others words like horses’ hooves The end of values, kindness, earned respect
How can such opponents make a pact? The calculating crucify our youth The pillars of the Western Mind have cracked
Yet Western Empire builders had no ruth They tortured those they conquered group by group On such ground just madmen earn respect The altars of the Western Mind have cracked
Fish,fish wonderful fish… Nothing so tasty gets onto my dish. I live on Whiskas and milk and cold tea. They don’t know I drink it to help me to pee. Milk, milk,I love it well. Mother’s was best,but, oh,what the hell! I drink it at night,to send me to sleep. I feel so nervous when Stan’s old sheep bleats. I sleep with Stan and he’s very kind. I lean on his legs to help me unwind. When he’s got company, I stay outside. I look through a mirror and blimey,I spied Stan was cuddling a lady who was totally nude! You would not believe the strnge sights I have viewed. He was quite naked but I’m used to that. He has no bosom…………..men are quite flat! Mice, mice, mice are so nice! Mince the left overs and serve with boiled rice! Do you need puddings…we never do. Some cats like chewing their master’s old shoe! Drink,drink let me imbibe Nothing quite like it for aiding the Scribe Bed,bed,I lie up there I find beds are better than Mary’s new chairs Sleep,dream, the angels will care I do it often, so I shall go there
Donald said he’s coming back somehow In a different form, perhaps a cow! He made an error, ruining the States If he is a worm then he’ll be bait If he is a dog and bites a child He will be put down like those reviled So many on Death Row he ordered killed The only benefit is to remind Not all humans are quite human-kind
I wish that I had kissed you ten more times I didn’t know how soon you had to leave I’d draw upon your lips my best design
I tell my love in words, which is no crime. I didn’t show you all you might receive I wish that I had kissed you ten more times
If I had bought you bottles of best wine Would you have stayed and kept me unbereaved? I’d draw upon your lips my best design.
I know you were perceptive and read signs Eyes a-crinkle green as sun washed leaves I wish that I had kissed you ten more times
I’d hold your mind and weave your thoughts to rhymes Until the truest love poem arrived I’d draw upon your lips my best design.
I’d write you letters ,much love I would leave With my mind and body I perceive. I wish that I had kissed you ten more times I’d draw upon your lips our own design
Important Persons shout Is not so crude as our wish: What mad Nijinsky wrote About Diaghilev Is true of the normal heart; For the error bred in the bone Of each woman and each man Craves what it cannot have; Not universal love But to be loved alone.” ― W. H. Auden, Collected Poems
I wish you a low Tier Happy New Leer Happy, need beer Hippy New Flair Happy, Loo near! Aptly New Here. Happy New Beer Unhappy with Lear? Snappy New Year Cherry Xmas Happy Mums R Us We kiss you and say it’s Xmas, so happy you’re dear Very Xmas to view. Very Xmas with flu Make a post of it. Flay the dust out. Hope to flee you soon I can’t mate to go home. Sorry I’ve not been in clutch. Sorry not to sweep my promises. We must be, this year. Be good but impure Have emotions in the flesh Let’s get together with a SIM I’ll see you with the Creator. Are you any good with tarts Flap both your ears .Well, we were born with no lore. I see men gnaw more. Happy Low Tier I feel I am queer
I started to write villanelles because after 2 years I was still suffering intensely I decided to learn something new.I’ve written many villanelles now. I learn new things as often as I need to.
I have studied and I’ve got my new degree My heart has learned its lessons one by one. I’m a graduate of the grief academy
I didn’t know how anguished one would be When the man you love is here and then is gone I’ve been studied, oh I got the third degree
The tears I wept could fill up the Dead Sea Add more salt and scour the shore till done I’m a graduate of the grief academy
I know now I must die,we cannot flee We turn to dust and that is not much fun I have studied and I’ve got my last degree
It’s no News, nothing for the BBC Unless you’re Stephen Hawkings, that great man We’re graduates of the grief academy
We can’t control life with a self made plan God is gone though prayer might well begin I have suffered till I got my Ph.D I’m a graduate of the grief academy
The face that was familiar is no more Yet in my dreams he is alive again Thus his image lives inside my store
In our sleep we find the open door We see the precious faces of those gone The face that was familiar is no more
A nightmare,anxious, running as before To find our car, to bring home my dear man Now his image lives within my store
His voice to me sounds muffled by great doors He wonders how I manage all alone The love that was so potent is no more
An anger at the doctors made me roar A dying man ignored by every one Now his love lives on in my deep core
Death will capture all but is that fair? We live then die at last of all good bare. The face that was familiar is no more Yet his sweet love still haunts my deepest core
The face that was familiar is no more Yet in my dreams he is alive again Without his presence, I feel lost and sore
The truth of loss, no human can ignore It tears our heart to pieces with its pain The face that was familiar is no more
Yet sentimental offerings I abbhor When parted from the love with whom I’d lain Without his presence, I feel lost and sore
No give and take of love, the shore is bare The tide is out so far the waves complain The face that was familiar is no more
On the sea’s edge, we would walk and stare Now I walk alone is this my shame? Without his presence, I feel lost and bare
By my write the inner rhythm’s regained The art of losing well may be attained The face that was familiar is no more With him I found sweet sea shells on the shore
I’m in my cashmere hoodie And I’m wearing cashmaere track pants Polly Wolly Doodle, life’s a lay I’ve got a folding Samsung I think it has a stylus Polly Wolly Doodle. life’s E bay My sheets are very cotton Like they were when slaves were pickin’ Polly Wolly Doodle’s in decay So we lay on slaves’ productions But we did not want to meet them Polly Wolly Doodle, Jesus waves. We were praying to the Devil Dancing with the demons Polly Wolly Doodle, we will pay We imitate work clothing But ours are fur and satin Polly Wolly Doodle, who can pray? The priests abusing children The nuns hide babies dying That was for Lord Jesus They must all be unbelievers Horror is the feeling I declare
I saw a book called Split:how to win your husband back.I wonder if it works when they are dead? Hey,Lord,I want my husband back.I’m sad by myself Help some other sad people then But I will still be alone at night I know the feeling only too well Oh,Lord.I’m sorry for being so egocentric Everybody seems to be nowadays and even in the past Eve stole that apple Yes, you’ve seen it all There’s a lot more to life than that.The beauty and the terror I suppose you also have felt the terror No doubt, I did. So you know how people feel when they are homeless and despised I know some of it. I hope I didn’t interrupt you. I have plenty of time Good night Good night
Ferrets are the latest thing in pets They need less food than any pussy cat But if you have a rabbit hole nearby A ferret will run down there like a spy Their faces look adorable and sweet But don’t let one run up a lady’s feet Very soon they’ll reach her private parts That will be the end for all sweethearts On second thoughts I’d get yourself a snake Or why not live alone and bake a cake?
When I wrote in a poem that my arm was paralysed when I planned to write something hurtful about someone who had hurt me,it really happened I wrote the beginning and middle but the revenge I could not write at all So has my conscience got control ……I didn’t think,I just felt puzzled I could not move my hand or arm until I decided I was not going to retaliate After that I was able to finish the poem. Unfortunately I usually have to work it out for myself
On Monday morning he was mad wih me I asked him what I’d done to make him hurt He said I thought too fast and talked too slow Then he lay down flat and looked inert So I try to think more slowly and talk quick It makes me stutter ,stammer and go mute My tongue got tied in knots I swallowed it I can’t eat or speak,he thinks I’m cute Best to stay with nature and your form If men get angry that is their concern Why does being a genius and a wife Make men envy me until they burn? I wonder if I should go mute again Then my lovers will not suffer pain
At last my one ambition is fulfilled I have a desk where I may write at will No more the dining table or a board A two desk family is safely moored Men must have their study if they write Though grandad was a coalminer at night And Father was a writer in gold paint Embellishing the Churches with quotes quaint He also did The Stations of the Cross Then he died, what torment ,oh what loss. We went to see his grave and said a prayer Jesus was so quiet,was hardly there. But I believe in love and always will Now I’ll write my poems with a quill
He was good at acting not at sums The Latin teacher hit him on the head How can teachers hurt some mother’s son? He was good at acting not at sums Premature and fragile, yet he won He was the only man who shared my bed He smelled of honey, bee hives in the sun The thought of mathematics hurt his head
My husband entertains me in the night He pulls his face and grins with expertise I shake with laughter at this funny sight My husband entertains me in the night While I sleep I dream he is alive He sings and dances till I am at ease My husband entertains me in the night He pulls his face and grins, he likes to tease
With the Mass in Latin,I believed. The words evoked what no-one could conceive The women in their hats looked like proud queens What was, what is, and what once might have been The men came late,hung over, full of dreams They took no Wafer, drunk from living streams I did not mind confessing made up sins. Nor did I mind beans found in small tins.
Religion gives fresh themes to those obsessed Guilt and sin,but scruples are the best I went to church and told God I was through He said, hang on,I’ll send my Light to you.
Thus it was that I was saved from death I had worshipped Satan in duress. After that I took a job for health I am rich in love, though not in wealth
To me there is a White House of the Soul We shall meet again there when we’re whole A place of beauty, space and coloured light God won’t boast, and neither will the mice
