Category: Thinkings and poems

Sulk in a box

A new invention may transform your life.A group of scientists have invented a Sulking Box.
If you feel sulky,you get inside and press a button.You will then be subjected to some Mozart Quintets or music by the Beatles… or maybe a Lullaby… you can choose
Some soft rubber hands will reach out and hug you for up to 15 minutes.
If you feel no better some soapy water will be poured over you and then a heater will come on and dry you.
Because only you can stop yourself sulking but at least you will be clean.
The device can also be used to wash your hair as “Bad Hair Days”
are a well known cause of sulking and even depression,
Do you hate your hair?Is it driving you crazy?
Then consider a wig… you can just cut your own hair short and turn into a redhead or a brunette in a flash.
At least it will stop you sulking…
Sulking.. let’s start to end it now!
Come out of the closet,confess and soon you’ll feel much better.
Well that’s my view but I must admit I have 50% share in the firm that makes sulking boxes so I do have financial gain in my mind.
The interest in my bank is only 0.2% so I need to invent something quickly!
All donations welcome.19:21

In the silence, trembling

Freed from her trap
Bird soared into air,and hovered
And floated, resting;
And flew higher, singing as she flew,
And higher again,
Till there was only her song,
Left in the silence,
Trembling.

Up on the wide,stump topped hill,
I felt the lark inside my heart
And heard her singing.
And flying up with her,
I saw gold sun and silver moon,
Moors of heather ,and sheep grazing
Green hills,
And shimmering lakes,
Clouds ,sun and sky in watery mirrors.
And sang ,and dipped,and dropped,
And curled
Up the blue
Bright heaven, and rested
On the wind.
All that day
I was a lark singing.

I shall always have a vision of
A bird
That flew upwards,
Rejoicing and free
Into a deep blue sky, and high
And higher
Beyond high
Into a place, beyond eye even,
But music still sending.

I wish I were back on that heathery moor,
With the nibbling sheep and the bees sweetly humming,
Hearing again
The poignant song
Of the skylark,
A prisoner,freed by a magician,
From her trap,
So happy to be free,
So wonderful to see.
Do it again,
For me.

Into the eye of love itself


The roses by your gate
Revealed my sweet fate:
That I would love you in summertime,
That my poetry would always rhyme,
That a dream of petals falling from above
Would drench us both with sunshine’s golden love;
That we would fall into deep grassy meadows
Full of daisies,lie on our backs.Swallows
Darting across the sky would see
Our shapes intertwined with bright buttercups.
Who knows when love will erupt
And carry us on its flowing waters
To places unreachable in summer saunters?
Into the eye of love itself

Love it’s you I lack

The piercing grief, the dagget in the throat

The feel of choking hands, the ruptured heart

Every part is hum inrting in such pain

The waves roll in again, again, again

There is a layer of grief trapped in the skin.

We need a soothing touch it is no sin.

I close my eyes against the demon pain

Touch me, darling, touch me once again.

I do not see the key for this door’s lock.

My inner wrists sigh; love, it’s you I lack

Measurable

We must keep things in proportion

Size is a relative concept

Most numbers are irrational how the same thing is true of human beings.

He spoke in measured tones

As they say comparison is odious.

You can only compare lik with like

In my opinion love is the sweetest thing

Evocation and music

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Photograph by Mike Flemming copyright
Trying to understand
Or are we stuck
in this information culture,
evocation is more important;
explicit saying  counts against us.
People need to be fuly
into believing
being educated is more
than information:
the incoherencies and
what they’re saying,
the musicality
of people’s voices
and intonations;
would get more
from them.
To be effective,listening is
something other, not the coherences;
we  hope to listen for words
that are saying more,
It’s got something to do with  being;
it’s a form of listening,
not distracted by incoherence
but evoked by it.
Evocation, the task of the artist
The way to heaven
Purged of noise,numbness,notoriety.
Loving the music of life.
The agent who speaks
And the one who learns to hear
Slowness,unknowingness,silence.

Is it easy to stick to your own point of view?

Why do  some people find it easy to stick to their own point of view whereas others are like chameleons who change to fit in with whoever they are with?I don’t know the full answer.It may depend on their background and in some countries women have to be subservient to men.Some people are just being diplomatic and some are wishing to avoid an argument to find our unique viewpoint and not go along with the crowd.i am not advocating breaking the law by doing/saying offensive things for pleasure.I believe  sometimes I have been lazy and not given thought to a topic and so I agree with another person whom I respect but really that is wrong.Since each of us is unique I believe we need to express our point of  iew the best things about artists is that they  look or hear   at the world differently and help us to see the validity of different ways of seeing or listening

.But when a new artist or composer appears people often believe they are mad at first.This is what happened to Igor Stravinsky at the first performance of some of his music.Yet compared to composers who followed he was quite similar to  those  preceded him.Mahler wrote this music  a  year before the Stravinsky was composed and it is very different

Helpful ideas about poetry writing

https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/9654fee1-d2ad-4da4-ad2f-e32082086f5f?shareToken=7fb47abf7b2786e25aabdb1d704b

Th is my goodbye and thank you after almost two years of writing my Times poetry column. I have loved reading the piles of poetry books – thank you to all the publishers who sent them; I have also loved reading your e-mails and letters. You demonstrated how a poem in the column could go off and have another life; comments, discussions and readers’ poems abounded. And I have loved writing about the poems, trying to relate them to our hopes and anxieties as human beings in my belief that there is a poem for everyone – even a trucker on the M1 who reads nothing more challenging than his sat-nav. Because to say “I don’t like poetry” is like saying “I don’t like music”. It’s a case

Annie and the apples

Poor Annie had fallen out of the apple tree where she saw Emile chewing some smoked haddock stolen from her basket.

Emile looked down from the highest branch

Are you alright he mewed.

I don’t know she muttered.I am in shock.

I’d better ring 999 and get Dave.

Without waiting he ran down the apple tree into the hall.

He phoned 999 and soon the ambulance will arrive.

Where will Annie be taken?

Who will look after her?

And where is Mary her best friend

Will she get better?

Find out in the next chapter if you pay £50 to The Red Cross by the time the next part is written.

Can’t wait

Chapter 2. Was their voice too loud?

Chapter 3. Are other people real or mere servants of your fantasies?

What to wear when you are dumb

.A new book by your favourite author

The light shines on the roses and the damned

You came to me but I was unprepared

No one understood and no one cared

If a man should die by his own hand

It is still a murder when it’s planned?

The force of love is turned against the self

All the world’s destroyed, and all it’s wealth.

Infinite the hatred and the rage.

Suicide’s displayed upon a stage

Yet I will not judge the love, the loss.

I will pay your bills and pay the cost

The light shines on the roses,on the damned.

Where is God, and where his bitter hand?

Wider vision

The impatience of a hunter, keen,intent
Will miss small movements at the edge of sight
Will miss the sacred spirit’s new descent

Relaxing when in danger,insolent,
Will throw a wider beam of golden light
Curb impatience, excess of intent

Slowness is a sign we can present
That’s enough for heart to speak to heart
We see the holy spirit’s new descent

Can we from our eagerness dissent
Lean back, let the other play their part
Curb impatience, excessee of intent?

For my narrow vision,I repent
How I’ve missed the whole with graphs and charts
Now I see the holy spirit’s spent

Scanning with a wider gaze unvites
Calmer ways of living with less spite,
The impatience of a hunter, keen,intent
Will miss the gold of spirit’s new descent

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The grit and then the pearls

When God came down , the rivers overflowed
Great trees were floating ,angled and exposed
The houses broke up like whole loaves to crumbs
The hearts of humans  trembled  till they hummed

The winds deceived, the gusts unmeasured stung
The churchbells shuddered then untimely rang
The power was cut and all our screens were dark
Where were the rulers, where the saving Ark?

The women  giving birth were paralysed
The babies in the womb took ill and died
Their cradles rocked the world,  they swung so fast
And in a moment all of life had passed

In the void, God started  his new  world
Rich and strange,  the grit and then the  pearls

Limestone caves

If you are going to Settle for a holiday don’t gointo a cave because that’s where God spoke to Jeremiah and asked him

Why are you here?

I didn’t know that god lived in limestone caves but for some reason people go into them.

I suggest you go into a cathedral instead

Like children’s   golden tears in a black sun

 Like children’s   gleaming tears in a  bright sun
That can be dried respectful of the source
The points of light on holly leaves  each shone

The  pink horse chesnuts’ flowering  has begun
May flows on to June  as rivers  course
As children’s   gleaming tears drop in  the sun

Nothing human should be broken,shunned
Yet evil screams till its sharp voice is hoarse
The points of light on holly leaves  still shine

When we learn of genocide , it stuns
I was  unborn, did not know of  such force
As children’s   greying tears dropped  under sun

Each  child is God,  yet such vile acts are done
Anne Frank ‘s  haunting memories now cursed
The points of light on holly leaves  will wane

Where did   our evil start,what makes it worse?
Unheld and hungry   baby needing breast?
Like children’s   golden tears in a   black sun
The points of shame, the prickling leaves may win

After the end

Before the end

Let me tell you how beautiful the roses are

How pure white attracts the bees

And the thorns pricked my fingers

As I touched the leaves.

Before the end.

Across the wide green lawn

Are two cats one white one gold

They are staring at me , the childs coffin is white.

Thyp will be buried

Before the ends

From the daily telegraph today

Memory loss ‘can be reversed by simple diet changes’

A lack of flavonols – nutrients found in fruit, vegetables and even wine – stops the brain functioning at its best, researchers say

BySarah Knapton, SCIENCE EDITOR29 May 2023 • 8:00pm

Eating more berries could help improve a person's memory

Memory loss can be reversed by increasing intake of foods such as green tea, apples and berries, new research suggests.

The study is the first to show that a diet with insufficient flavanols – nutrients found in certain fruits and vegetables – stops the brain functioning at its best, and drives memory loss.

There’s a lion in the field

I have been writing poetry which obviously uses metaphors. I notice a lot of metaphors are based on terms used in art especially drawing. Ultimately most metaphors must be boast on something concret in the real world. There are probably a lot of metaphor based on growing things in your garden. Based on our existence as objects in the real world and our bodies therefore and our minds

Don’t run before you can walk. Mathematics is studied from very simple levels to The heights of abstractions so don’t try to learn calculus before you have mustard arithmetics

In that sentence master is a metaphor we don’t literally master arithmetic but we could master a wild horse or another person. There’s no way else for metaphor to come from than the world of our senses. And that will vary somewhat for everybody especially in different countries different places different work situations personal relationships etc

Willpower is often lacking but we can take a horse to the water but we can’t make it drink

I’m going to solve this problem if it’s the last thing I do.

That feels stupid because if you die after you solve the problem you won’t know that is is solved will you?

Sometimes it’s good to widen your view. Tunnel vision limits you.

Focusing on a very small part of the outside world is necessary at times but it can also be dangerous when you look down your footpath and it looks clear but if you had a broader view you might see there is a lion in the field next to your house

If you are looking at anything you will see it differently if you

Take a step back.

Get things in perspective

See things rom a different angle

And turn things over in your mind.

So I am going to write about this eventually because I think it’s very interesting.

‘Social mobility is a fairytale’: Faiza Shaheen on fighting for Labour and hating Oxford

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