A student of classics loved Latin.
His head had a space where it sat in
But the hole in his head
Got filled up with lead.
Now he prefers being a cretin
Category: Thinkings and poems
Cash in holes
There was a young lady from Barnet
Who kept all her cash in a hairnet.
But moths made holes larger
She lost her phone charger
So she imagined a note and then forged it
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I can’t come
I am coming to visit you as my mother in law is is here.
I can come tomorrow but at 10 pm.Leave the window open.A night visit will perk you up.How are your stitches healing?
I would have come but my nails need cutting
I dyed my hair and it’s green.
Will it bother you? I will mow it now.
I have to buy some tobacco.Will the hospital shop have it?
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The tree vibrates
The tree moves gently like a waiting ear
Trees don’t fight and so the have no fear
They cannot run away, they must be strong
Fear no evil for the day is long
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Abstract trees
Abstract trees don’t give us such repose.
The geometry of real is flawed as strong gales blow.
So it is with those we choose to love
The features form a whole,below,above
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Mobile flair
He emits very mobile groans
He has mobile features but he never rings.A total waste of time
What is a mobile hairdresser?
What is mobile hair ?
Has my hair been stolen by a mobile trainee ?
Why or why not was Rome the centre of Britain in 1276,?
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The flowers cheer us in the cold
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Writing
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How not to visit the sick
I would come to see you Sunday since you broke your leg but I want to go to Mass.
I will pray for you instead
Dear God
If you cure my illness I will go to Church on Sundays for ever
As if God needs people to go to Church.
If God did not prevent the Holocaust why would he stop your car from crashing?
Dear God
If I pass the pharmacy shall I buy you some gripe water?
I could put it into the holy water font
Then a still small voice whispered to me
Stop talking and listen
Crikey
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The great gates of Kiev Mussorgsky
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Not I.
Neither use nor ornament
I’ve no gold nor silk vestments
My mind is empty like the sky.
Yet I’d rather live than die
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Ballet dancer
No meaning
I am sure solving quadratic equations is very enlightening to beetles.
And blindly using formulas is damaging to human beings.
So we are less intelligent in a broad sense.
Who invented speech and writing?
Small groups of ordinary people.
Not university professors.
Does learning meaningless formulas prepare us for obeying mad leaders?
“They” must know what they are doing.
Must they?
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Banned
Smartphones Band in Hospital for patients only.
Operations Band in theatre for 3 hours
Band Books not in library today.
God Band from Hell.Don’t miss it
Sin Bànd in the Vatican tonight
Band People stand here for group photo
Whites Band on beach before midnight.Complaints to lawyers banned.
Ban yourself from the Banners’ List.Only £20 or will take Offense instead Just leave a selfie
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How poetry can change lives
“There are poems that have, literally, changed my life, because they have changed the way I looked at and listened to the world; there are poems that, on repeated reading, have gradually revealed to me areas of my own experience that, for reasons both personal and societal, I had lost sight of; and there are poems that I have read over and over again, knowing they contained some secret knowledge that I had yet to discover, but refused to give up on. So, at the most basic level, poetry is important because it makes us think, it opens us up to wonder and the sometimes astonishing possibilities of language. It is, in its subtle yet powerful way, a discipline for re-engaging with a world we take too much for granted.
When the purveyors of bottom-line thinking call a mountain or a lake a “natural resource”, something to be merely…
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Poetry and peace
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/69592/poems-for-peace
“Yet we Americans live in the most powerful country in the world, whose adaptably postmodern empire is marked by what William James calls Pure War, a state in which the real war is the constant preparation for war. Though our poetry has ably represented the traumatic and unmaking operations of war—from the rage of Achilles on to our present day—it has also often unwittingly glorified and perpetuated a culture of war. We have yet to give adequate attention to how our poetry also contains the seeds of other ways of dealing with conflict, oppression, and injustice, and how it may advance our thinking into what a future without war might look like.
How to imagine peace, how to make peace? In our conversations on the Peace Shelf, three general subcategories emerged, though these were full of overlap and contradiction: Sorrows, Resistance, and Alternative Visions. It’s simple enough: we need…
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Apple trees are trampled on
Tolstoy loved his apple trees
Now Kiev fights as children weep.
Be merciful,but Putin smiles.
Up my throat I feel black bile.
The trees are savaged by the tanks.
As roubles plummet in the banks.
As sudden as a heart attack
The Russian missiles can’t turn back.
Without premonition
A soldier kills me with his gun
With the many ghosts of war
How can Europe fall so far
Evolution is a myth.
Hitler used it to kill with
Who are the fittest,who the least?
Who the devil,who the priest?
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War
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Ideas that deform
As fashion shoes deform the feet we clad
So souls are tortured into shapes quite mad
There must be ways to see much less perverse
Fight for truth or life will get much worse.
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Visiting hour
I would have come to see you but the cat bit my nose so I went to A&E.
I have a phobia about hospitals
I totally forgot.
I thought it was Sunday
You owe me £2.50
I can’t think what to say to you
I am afraid of putting my foot in it
The flower shop was sold out
I had an urgent phone call.
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The tide turns and life alters
Have you ever had a dream,
That you were all alone?
Have you lived with someone handsome,
With a heart like a cold stone?
Have you drowned in deep,cold rivers,
And been lost in shadowed caves?
Have you lived with too much fusion,
Till you drowned in ghostly waves?
The waves run down the seashore,
Then up they come once more.
The tide turns and life alters..
Deep on that ocean floor.
You were so beautiful and silent,
Like a sword without its sheath.
I wish I’d let you take me,
The way you took away my breath
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No cobbles stones
There are no cobbles in the back street now.
No grass grows in the cracks
No frogs in pools,no yellow weeds
i wish we could go back.
The cat would sit beside the gate
She killed the budgie how we cried
Now I am so lonely here
Some times I wish I’d died.
My brother clambered up high walls
I watched him from below
i admired his bravery
Now I am alone
Google Street View is too clear
There are none left here for me
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To come
We need light
I used to think God spoke in Greek
No use to me should I speak
But he speaks without words
I know as I’ve heard
His light is most clearly unique
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Song wrong
We started to sin very young.
Biting Jesus as he lay on our tongues
Then we went to Confession
Bought a few blessings
Then came out and just burst into song
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I know he was best
He proposed to me twice at Kings Cross.
He was as warm as an actresses chest
His kiss was delightful
He rarely was spiteful
I married him and his fifty string vests
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Garden gnome
A doctor once lived in my home.
He had neither toothbrush nor comb.
His patients were courteous
One might even say virtuous.
He was respected though he was a gnome.
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From near Dover.
I met a young man from near Dover.
His hands often wandered all over.
I said.do desist.
There is no part you’ve missed
I noticed his car was a Rover my
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Deep down in the earth
Cold dull winters bring us close to death
The blood grows thick and scarcely does it move
The worms may shudder deep down in the earth
This damp coldness presses out our breath
The frost and ice, the memory delude
Cold dull winters bring us close to death
Do we need the sun to give us worth?
Low in oxygen, the mind’s confused
The worms have nightmares deep down in the earth
Should we pause, these issues to address?
In this Lockdown, where should we confess?
Cold dull winters bring us close to death
Wonder now what makes our voices terse
With no priests, who shall this poor world bless?
The worms may sleep deep down inside the earth
On each other,let us not intrude
Let all loving kindness be our food
Cold dull winters bring us close to death
Like worms that slumber deep down in the earth
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No party happened
It was not a party.It was MI 5 in a play wearing disguises.
It was some tourists who got lost.
It was Boris’s extended family front Turkey.
It was an illusion.Or delusion.
I never noticed any one in the garden They need rape alarms.
The Downing St Murders.
It was a lot of patients from A and E looking for beds.
It was a ghost meeting.
It was the Resurrection of the Dead Jokes
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See home and defy
A botched plot never fails
Who is she?The cat’s another.
Too much veracity killed the plot.
Where are today’s Falklands?
What is wrong with World Cruise?
Why not spend half term in Estonia?
They used to say, see Rome and die.Now see Kviv. Don’t fly.Try a war ship with Russian menu.
Yes you will be the star of the school gate parents!
