I’m flattered that you want to marry me

Yet you are very thin and I am large

When we went to bed I’d squash you flat

You are just a Kayak Im a Barge

I always tell the truth however cruel

So I’ll hurt your feelings every day

For truth is beauty to a mind like mine

So leave me now or never go away.

You like to climb up mountains I believe

A woman is a mountain to a man

Hold my hand and give me kisses three.

I think we met before the world began.

Let’s love each other all the ways we know.

I will not marry now,but never go

I used to have a blog on Google blogger probably finishing about 2012. And this is not visible now because I don’t write something anymore but obviously I am a source of danger to the innocent.

But now they have decided I am not. Since nobody is going to see it I don’t know why they bother.

We have re-evaluated the post titled ‘Fifty more  green sexpots please’ is
against community guidelines https://blogger.com/go/contentpolicy. Upon 
review, the post has been reinstated.

I can breathe easy now I don’t think that they’re aware of irony or sarcasm or huour or world play.

I assumed that these are people in the USA but would it really harm someone to see the words

50 green sexpots

If this is removed I will know that WordPress has the same kind of regulations and I don’t want to offend anybody or make them lose their faith or corrupt them.

I have discovered how to make a blog which few read

Please don’t read this

I have discovered it but why should I tell you.

Email me with your complete questions and thoughts at

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https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetics_(Aristotle)

ReferencesEdit

1. ^ Aristotelis Opera by August Immanuel Bekker (1837).
2. ^ Dukore (1974, 31).
3. ^ Janko (1987, ix).
4. ^ Aristotle Poetics 1447a13 (1987, 1).
5. ^ Battin, M. Pabst (1974). “Aristotle’s Definition of Tragedy in the Poetics”. The Journal of Aesthetics and Art Criticism. 33 (2): 155–170. doi:10.2307/429084. ISSN 0021-8529. JSTOR 429084.
6. ^ Carlson (1993, 16).
7. ^ John Moles, ‘Notes on Aristotle, Poetics 13 and 14,’ The Classical Quarterly 1979 Vol. 29, No. 1 1979, pp. 77–94
8. ^ Sheila Murnaghan, “Sucking the Juice without Biting the Rind: Aristotle and Tragic Mimēsis“, New Literary History Autumn 1995 Vol. 26, No. 4, pp. 755–773.
9. ^ Garver, Eugene (1994). Aristotle’s Rhetoric: An Art of Character. p. 3. ISBN 0226284247.
10. ^ Haskins, Ekaterina V. (2004). Logos and Power in Isocrates and Aristotle. pp. 31ff. ISBN 1570035261.
11. ^ Habib, M.A.R. (2005). A History of Literary Criticism and Theory: From Plato to the Present. Wiley-Blackwell. p. 60. ISBN 0-631-23200-1.
12. ^ Jump up to:^a b c Kennedy, George Alexander; Norton, Glyn P. (1999). The Cambridge History of Literary Criticism. Vol. 3. Cambridge University Press. p. 54. ISBN 0521300088.
13. ^ Jump up to:^a b Janko (1987, xx).
14. ^ Watson, Walter (2015-03-23). The Lost Second Book of Aristotle’s “Poetics”. University of Chicago Press. ISBN 978-0-226-27411-9.
15. ^ Janko (1987, xxi).
16. ^ The Basic Works of Aristotle. Ed. Richard McKeon Modern Library (2001) – Poetics. Trans. Ingrid Bywater, pp. 1453–87
17. ^ Silvia Carli, Poetry is more philosophical than history: Aristotle on mimesis and form, The Review of Metaphysics, December 2010, Vol. 64, No. 2 pp. 303–336, esp. pp. 303–304, 312–313.
18. ^ Scott (2018)
19. ^ Halliwell, Stephen (1986). Aristotle’s Poetics. p. 270. ISBN 0226313948.
20. ^ Gregory Michael Sifakis (2001) Aristotle on the function of tragic poetry p. 50
21. ^ Aristotle, Poetics 1448a, English, original Greek
22. ^ Northrop Frye (1957). Anatomy of Criticism.
23. ^ (1449b25-30) Janko (1987, 7). In Butcher’s translation, this passage reads: “Tragedy, then, is an imitation of an action that is serious, complete, and of a certain magnitude; in language embellished with each kind of artistic ornament, the several kinds being found in separate parts of the play, in the form of action, not of narrative; through pity and fear effecting the proper catharsis of these emotions.”
24. ^ Scott 2019
25. ^ (1449a10-13) Janko (1987, 6). This text is available online in an older translation, in which the same passage reads: “At any rate it originated in improvisation—both tragedy itself and comedy. The one tragedy came from the prelude to the dithyramb and the other comedy from the prelude to the phallic songs which still survive as institutions in many cities.”
26. ^ Hardison, 81.
27. ^ Ezzaher, Lahcen E. (2013). “Arabic Rhetoric”. In Enos, Theresa (ed.). Encyclopedia of Rhetoric and Composition. pp. 15–16. ISBN 978-1135816063.
28. ^ Ezzaher 2013, p. 15.
29. ^ Minor, Vernon Hyde (2016). Baroque Visual Rhetoric. University of Toronto Press. p. 13. ISBN 978-1442648791.
30. ^ Eco, Umberto (2004). On literature. Harcourt. p. 236. ISBN 9780151008124.
31. ^ Destrée (2016); Scott (2018).

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Mary had ordered all of her groceries but she forgot to put tea on the list So she sent Emile to the corner shop with a note tied to his collar
Please give the bearer your best tea.
Emile went off and managed to get into the shop after some children who were getting sweets with their pocket money or debit cards
He went up to the counter and mewed, Mother has sent you a note.
One of the children laughed
Is your mother a girlfriend of Mr. Kumar?
No, she is not, Emile growled with a loud throbbing voice
Mr. Kumar led Emile behind the counter into his living room and spoke to his wife
She asked Emile to sit down as she went into the kitchen and poured him some tea from her China teapot
.Do you want it on a saucer, she enquired thoughtfully?
Yes, please, said Emile. This is very kind.
He leaped onto the rug and began sipping the Ceylon tea. This makes a change, he murmured.
I didn’t know you could just walk in and get free tea!
After a few minutes, the shop door crashed open and he heard Mary’s voice
Oh, Mr. Kumar, I am so stupid. I sent Emile out to buy some Twinings tea and he has not come home! What shall we do? She started crying and dabbing her eyes with Stan’s hanky.
Come through, he whispered politely. Do not weep, dear. All is well
Mary came in and saw Emile drinking his tea and winking at Mrs. Kumar.
Emile, you stupid cat. I was going crazy worrying.I’ll strangle you!
Is it my fault, he replied. I only gave them that note you sent.
But is it not obvious what I intended? she said plaintively
These days you never know, the cat muttered. I try to be obedient as far as I can.
Mrs. Kumar came out and gave Mary a cup of tea.
Sit down, dear. Worry is so bad for you. Why did you not phone us?
Since it was just a packet of tea I thought Emile could carry it. He is very intelligent normally.
Yes, I am, thought Emile as he looked at Maisie, the Kumar’s lovely cat who was asleep on a chair.
I wonder if I can wake her up, he asked himself.
Does she drink tea?
Would she like to start a family? It’s not too late for me to become a parent.
Maisie opened her eyes
What’s that cat doing here?
I only came for the tea, Emile told her. But you look very beautiful. Shall we meet tonight
I’m washing my fur, she told him with a smile
How about tomorrow?
Have you got a phone?
No, he said, I’ll just caterwaul at dusk and if you are free I’ll be under the red maple tree waiting for you
Good grief thought Mary.
This cat is very cunning. Just one chance and he is making the most of it.
Mr. Kumar gave her some tea and she wandered home in a daze after asking them for a drink on Sunday.
My social life is looking up but there’s no-one who will hug me. If only Emile were bigger!
His legs are too short!I should get a donkey instead

For the honeymoon we enjoyed the marriage bed too much to get off

The menu was homemade bones with gem for afternoon tea. And for dinner it was lamb drops on a bed of tomatoes and scullions.

When we came back to breakfast the next morning they were staring drilled bacon with eggs of the tide. As you can imagine we were very hungry but we could not co- ruminate well.

Co-rumination is quintessential in any marital situation. Please phone me for more information or email me at the following addresses one only per lesson

cellocat@strungup.org

primenumber8@cuboid.rum

marrymother@electricbill.com

If you are still a virgin after a week in this hotel please inform the manager immediately and he will try to recharge. Guests must be married but not necessarily to each other.

Funerals on request

https://www.theguardian.com/society/2023/apr/30/uk-households-missing-out-on-19bn-a-year-in-unclaimed-welfare-benefits?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

I miss you though I’ve never met you yet.

I miss you though we’ve had no tete a tete

I dream of you at night when I’m in bed

I wonder what it is we haven’t said.

imagine I could love you should we meet

I invented you and think you look quite neat.

You must have feelings for what is the good.

Aristotle Plato said we should.

Ethics and the principles of love

Guide us like the stars do from above.

Those who cannot read stars fall to sin.

Sometimes Satan and his forces win.

If I got to see you I would know

The eternal Life is now for those who’re low.

From above I saw the TV set

Our life is just a moment on the net

When you hear yourself say of your coat

This will see me out

You’ve got the wrong attitude to life

Even with one year to live

Get a beautiful coat in many cllourx

Act as if you’ll live forever

Act as if you have a future.

New season new oufit

Sell your clothes on eBay

Then get something completely different

Change interests others.

Enjoy some admiration in your Indian Paisley coat

Dress in white denim

Be a star

Main course

Lamb in flurried soap with vegetables
Beef zrumplings in fear of red onions
Eggs died grey with tame rice in cheese sauce.
Eggs au Fevered Bible
Pasta with green grass and layman.
Pork crustaceans in onion gravy.
Pork pie and Screaming Salad.
Stake and Fiddly Pies plus pease pudding.
Snake quiche with springing onions and roaming radishes.
Plain lasagne with no vegetarian.Black pepper and mustard free.

O Chamber pots we needed you

when we had an outside loo

We kept them underneath the bed

Never used mine,but I could.

The toilet was in the back yard

For seven of us it was quite hard

My brother used to stand outside

Before his long tough cycle ride

Hurry up I’m late for school

Drink less tea you are a fool.

I don’t want to drink that tea

It’s just that mother forces me

A boy could do it in the grid

It might offend almighty God

Girls it’s it’s hard when you must bleed

Going outside in the freezing cold.

The Lot of women has been marred

I see the napkins looking charred

Mother had a bigger pot

I guess she had to wee a lot.

In the morning they were washed

That’s the end the topics wuashed

Daddy where were you when I was sad
I bought you Woodbines in Mather’s corner shop
I carried your boiled egg with salt on plate
You lay in bed adorned with wreaths of smoke

Uncle Herbert died when I was five
Not many of Dad’s brothers left alive
But Bert was old and all his children grown
He lay inert, the coffin dark, the stone

I saw yours and Grandad’s too, the oak
The Cemetery filled with men and broken hearts
Baffled grieving we would love seek
And for Mum’s mother’s grave, we tried to look

We too will lie gently in the earth
In communion with our parents ,love and birth

Flattering kidneys. Bladder and kidneys

Over active diagrams ⁷. Overactive thyroid gland

Repression is good for your soul,…confession

Bird had flown…… Acute coronary syndrome.

Can’t attack….panic attack

Too much of men…. Too much adrenalin

Brought his own… cortisone

My brown skits……..migraine hurts

The cello has a tender singing voice
Allows the feelings which we cannot say.
Among composers, Bach would be my choice
The cello sings rich lyrics with her voice.
Rostropovich , Prague ; he wept of course.
Soviet armies marched, the Czechs were flayed.
The cello has a sorrowing truthful voice;
Speaks our feelings when we cannot pray.

The face l loved to see I see no more

The face that I called dear I now deny

Nor do I hear your footsteps at the door.

, but like the Cheshire cat you left your smile

My riven heart expands to feel like this

Many others loved you and your eyes

How fortunate was I to feel this bliss?

I miss your conversation warm and wise.

After such deep love there is a hole.

I do not know what I should do today

The mind unconscious works by night and prayer

I thank you for your loving mind and ways

We should be grateful for the love we made

I’d love to gamble with the lambs if only they had gold feet
He rambled on for so long he got to Carlisle before he noticed we were on a railway line.Dent and Dent again
Dry your tears faster with the new tumble-in dryer.
Save your tears to water the lawn.
Stumbling home took rages to achieve.
I did let my seat melt on once.
My car goes too fast for Lent
Ash Wednesday… we had ash every day in the fireplace!
I saw faces in the flames ………He burned all my selfies.Expensive to get a new laptop but he is my husband after them all and I mean that’s all
We saw faces in the wallpaper.My father leaned on it often after being down the pit all day.He made a big impression on me.
I think confessing sins is a good idea, starting at the top with Mrs T May and Boris….don’t forgive them,Oh Lord am I evil?
Not really.
The cows don’t want us sucking their others all day

https://www.nhs.uk/mental-health/feelings-symptoms-behaviours/feelings-and-symptoms/loneliness-in-older-people/

Smile even if it’s difficult.

Ask someone to tea

https://www.theguardian.com/money/2012/nov/24/how-stay-in-own-home

https://www.psychologytoday.com/gb/blog/insight-is-2020/202109/why-some-people-can-get-so-defensive

Getting defensive can take many different forms, including verbal attacks, denial (denying what has been said), fabrication (outright lying), avoidance (not allowing any discussion on the matter), gaslighting (e.g., calling the other person “crazy” or suggesting something is wrong with the other person) and others.

At their root, all defensive behaviors have this in common: sending a message to the other person that what the person is saying is wrong or a problem. What’s more, the message is that the person is “out of line” (authoritarian punishment language) for addressing them or attempting to hold them accountable for something in the first place. The takeaway message is that such confrontation — as fair or appropriate as it may be — is unacceptable and will not be allowed.

A brief personality profile of the individual who gets easily defensive

Defensive individuals often have control and power issues, and perceive anyone confronting them or holding them accountable

 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

Main course

Codswallop in batter with nude potatoes and peas
Roast teeth and Yorkshire pudding with speaking broccoli
Rascal’s Lamb with Hint Sauce
Lasagne with chips,tea bread and butter thrown in.
Corned beef smash and cabbage
Beef stewed in Wales with French Bread and roast tomatoes

Pudding

Roly poly jam with steamed air.
Lemons on mice.
Oranges sliced and baked in a stone dish with marmite [You keep the dish]
Full flat yoghurt with fruit of the day
Christmas Cake pudding and bustards
Minced lies and branded nutter

I’m on death row I don’t know the date

Please kill me now I don’t want to wait

Those with dementia forget where they are

It’s hard for sane people to travel this far

If they can’t walk they have to lie in their bed

I wanted to see one,she wished she wished she were dead

They have to wear nappies because there aren’t enough staff.

They have to take showers they might drown in the bath

They’ve committed no crimes, they have worked hard and long

In consumer society they just seem so wrong.

They won’t read the adverts they won’t buy new phones

They don’t use computers and they don’t write these poems

Where is the value the meaning of life?

Is Jesus no saviour from the death throes of wives?

I think we’d be better in the Bin when we’re old

My heart is not beating and my body grows cold

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2023/feb/19/modern-stress-never-stops-when-will-our-nervous-systems-catch-up-with-the-21st-century?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

Constant rumination kills the soul
Restrain your thinking and so become more whole
I write the sentence down, just like I speak
I find my native tongue lets symbols leak

My mind is like a small holed metal sieve
I hope I shall be kind and will forgive
What remains is worthy of a place
As for my mistakes, I beg your grace

Some minds are deep,clear streams their thoughts like fish
Other minds are tortured ,spin and crash
Keep on swimming like the drowning frog
He turned the milk to butter as he trod

Do not linger long on cruel thoughts
Scruples come from Satan, he’s worth naught

When G-d came down , the rivers overflowed
Great trees were floating ,angled and exposed
The houses broke up like a loaf 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, G-d started his new world
Rich and strange, the grit and then the pearls

The seed heads of the Honesty still shine

Protected by the sturdy wall behind

How many seasons shall I see again

Will death appeal with this unceasing pain?

The dark red leaves of shrubs display the sun

Leaves will fall the endless night wil come.

Creamy silver lucent sed heads split.

The seeds of this dear Honestly sail off.

The wind deports them on its outward breath

The seeds won’t fall near mother plants I know.

The wayward wind will take them where it goes.

I have not seen forsythia glow so bright
The flowers exult in yellow on the shed
Even in the dark eve of the light

For many days my mind had been upset
I did not know where I had lost my head
I have not seen forsythia glow so bright

My eyes were focussed where our terrors bite
Without love’s consolations in my bed
Even in the darkening of the light

Barbaric words of humans sin incite
As the Prophets sadly have long said
I have not seen the sun glow quite so bright

The dirty look, the eye so sly, the night
The terror in our dreams, the bloody heads
Here they come, in darkness, in our flight

Come my dearest, take me as I’m read
By words expressed, the dangers have now fled
I have not seen forsythia glow so bright
Now the darkness dances with the light

11 And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:

12 And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.

13 And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out, and stood in the entering in of the cave. And, behold, there came a voice unto him, and said, What doest thou here, Elijah?

King James Version (KJV)