Emile and Smokey

Annie went into Mary’s kitchen to look at her new grey kitten
Will Emile not be jealous of Smokey,she asked nervously?
No, he says he’d like to pass on his knowledge to other cats,Mary sighed
What knowledge? Annie said intrusively?
Well, how to get on with me like Stan,Mary murmured
Surely all men are different,Annie said thoughtfully?
I suppose so, but they do have somethings in common,Mary rambled on
Such as?
I’ll have to be careful or I will be hounded by the politically fairly correct,said poor Mary
How can you be fairly correct? Annie enquired
It’s like fuzzy logic….. a thing is no longer right or wrong, true or false,and so on
It’s a many valued logic,Mary said in her peculiar manner ; very rapid speaking combining a Northern accent with the vocabulary of a scientist thus rendering her unfit to read the Newsfor the BBC,ITV Israel, Al Jazeera
or indeed any TV service anywhere at all especially China.
I suppose in reality few things are just black or white , remarked Stan jovially.
I have made a cake he announced proudly
What sort, shouted Annie hungrily?
A chocolate cake.I made icing by melting a bar of chocolate in a pan with some buttera
then it spreads easily.
So does my waist, said Mary.I used to be almost flat but now I am 3 dimension.I know I was too thin but now I am obese
So it’s not just your waist,said Annie.
Oh,give over.Stop me feeling worse
Well, you look ok to me, said Stan.I am proud to be your husband
And I am proud to be your mistress, Annie said to Stan
Surely you should not say that in front of me, Mary said
But you know,Annie said in a matter of fact manner, her eyes gleaming with blue and gold eye shadow and green mascara
It’s one thing knowing something, another hearing it said out loud,Mary told her sharply
So, if we don’t believe in God, we should not say so and visa versa.Annie added
My goodness Annie, your IQ is rising like bread in a hot oven,Mary exclaimed
On the whole it’s better to keep quiet and only tell people something if it is essential.
Stan’s brother was in South Africa, they say he was in the ANC
What is an ANC, a mental health unit?
Anxiety Not Conversation
Angst Never Converts
Anguished No Clue
Anxiety Not Condemned
Anguish Now Cool
It was a political movement to get rights for the black people in South Africa
Was Stan’s brother black?
Possibly but he died long ago.
Stan, was your brother black?
No, he was just a priest from England who got sent out there to teach black students in the apartheid era,
Wow, why did you not tell us,asked Annie
As I said before, do you need to know?
No, but it’s interesting, she said
You should do something useful instead of gossiping,Stan cried
Annie hit him with a big umbrella which, alas, knocked him out
Oh,no, said Emile, how can I look after Smokey when I will have to ring 999?
I shall call them, said Mary, and get the police here to arrest Annie
Stan jumped up.
I was not unconcious he said.Not totally, but don’t do it again as it is common assault
The doorbell rang and in ran dear Dave, the transgender gay and well dressed paramedic
We’ve not even phoned 999, said Emile
Dave cried,I just knew something was wrong
Well,Emile said,I am taking Smokey upstairs.And we will have a good sleep
Maybe you should all do the same
And so say all of us

Deep

God is the earth which we despoil

Yet worms work quietly deep

. in soil

Madder , calmer

It’s such fun to be psychotic

Tami talk to ghosts up in the attic

Better than neurotic.

They think that is erotic

Develop an obsession

It will focus your attention

But compulsions we detect ’em

Before you can select them .

This country’s getting madder by the day

Mania is exciting

Then it becomes too frightening.

Try to calm your solar system now

Owl rescued after the storm

Academic questions

Academic scholar,academic worth

Academic squalor, academic curse.

Where did you take my father?

And things can get much worse

Where did you take my mother

Was there any hearse?

First you took my body

Then you took my soul

I am getting ready

Purgatory calls

Save it

Save money, fail your driving test.

Ride a bike or walk so pay no gym fees

Eat a half of you eat now. Lose weight too

Learn to put buttons on and how to wash most clothes at home.

Sleep 🤪 in your underwear.In bed n

Marry for money

But love too.

Oh flat screen television

Oh television with flat screen

I think you know what I have seen
I won’t confess my media sins

Watching Charlton Heston wins.

I watch the horses and the dogs

Gambling though my mind’s befogged

Losing money in this way

My mate has sold me on eBay
Here we have more large TVs

No doubt brought from Overseas.

We have gold and silver too

Older windows phones still new.

The Plays we see where people swear

Do we no longer have our cares?

Children watch as folk have sex

Maybe busy with their text

Then someone takes an overdose

Pills and Brandy, what bad taste.

Watching tennis on TV

Handsome men do it for me

I forget that I am old

No longer a young woman bold

I did not need to flirt before

I feel shy ,though I’m a whore

I charge little, so am poor

I went to Iceland for a cure

I saw the advert on TV.

I love penguins,I love you

Owl

short-eared durham owl
meditating over the dale’s edge,
shadows the fields and folds in elegant diurnal flight.
on windside,careful sight may swoop to prey and away.

your yellow broad-eyed look, at once both sharp and distant, holds me.
oh,silence, oh ,wind on green,
oh. earth, sky.

immense your held vision,
sphere without centre,
pied geometer of flight, s
ketch your descent and ascent.

trees bunched by dry stone wall
call heart home.

The ancient virtues,patience and restraint

You stabbed my heart when I was left alone
Telling me my writing was like porn
Now you give me nightmares, be my pest
We all need one or two,and you confessed

My writing is so bad, you envy not
Did I hit you on a painful spot?
If others have a gift, that is their call
You have yours , get out a net and trawl

Ambivalent in love which turns to hate
We wound ourselves in making this our fate
Talking overmuch lets such thoughts out
As tea will pour down from a tilted spout

The ancient virtues,patience and restraint
Shall be our wise protectors when distraught

Ode to a lightbulb

Oh,light bulb foreseen by our God
Save us all from darkness’ rod
You are our Saviour as foretold
In prophecy by ancients bold.
We will worship you at night
When sunken is the sun so bright.
We’ll watch TV and Kindle fire
No more to play shall we aspire.
We’ll wear ourselves out watching screens,
As from a can we eat baked beans
We’ll send for pizzas with our phones
With which we never feel alone.
We might talk to our partner dear
Though texting is much easier.
We see the neon street lights gleam
Where once we saw the moon’s cold beams
And in bed we read our books
With a kindle or a nook
We put beneath out pillows fair
I phones which we long to hear
Can one have too much new light?
From technology some take flight
For gone are seasons, and their fruit
As our computer we reboot.
New potatoes all year round
Avocados once quite rare
Now seen almost everywhere
.Melons,grapes and fresh green peas
As the birds sing,life’s a breeze.
Oh light bulbs,fluorescent tubes
Electric candle, light is cubed.
We thank you for extended days
Maybe we’ll find time for prayers.
God is great in mystery
No light bulb can help us see.
In silence,darkness, meditate
Wonder what will be our fate.
As retribution for our wrong
Satan stabs us with his prongs
He needs no more light in hell
The fiery furnace cooks as well!

Storm

Thin white clouds have covered up the sky

My black tree waves as winds around it play.

No loose slates have flung themselves to earth.

That’s what I see today for what it’s worth

Moses

When Moses climbed the mountain
And he got to the top,
God was waiting for him,
He didn’t say a lot.
He said, Take my commandments
They are written on this stone,
I have only fifty,
Or was it fifty one?
Moses was very worried
~about the human race.
Fifty one commandments
Would meet with strong distaste.
So he told God his troubles
And God thought long and hard.
He came back with the commandments
Written on a card.
How many have you got there?
Moses politely said?
I’ve got it down to ten, said God.
His eyes were very red.
So Moses took the postcard
And put it on his pad.
He said I’d better get back down.
Oh, and thank you Dad!
When Moses got to earth
He called his people near.
He produced his i Pad.
Look what I’ve got here!
I saw God on the mountain.
He gave me a few rules.
They’re easy to remember.
We are not moral fools.
How many of these rules
Has God given to you?
I got it down to ten.
Let’s see how we can do.
Ten is far too many,
Some of the people cried.
We don’t want these rules.
We hate to feel we’re tied.
But all games have their rules.
They’re what define the game.
If we had utter chaos
This loss would be a shame.
As pictures have their frames,
And lessons have strict times.
We need some good constructions,
Like poems need their rhymes.
So all his people heard him.
And they agreed to try.
They lived as best they could
Until they came to die.
But one part of this story
We will never know–
What were all those commandments
That Moses did not show?
And why did God give in
To Moses’ bargain plea?
Do not ask for Moses,
We don’t know where he be

Buy my house

Well the kitchen is ok if you have pliers to turn the Taps on

The cooker is new.I took the door off the grill to see how it worked but never got round to putting it back.

Who needs a door on the grill?

The floor is concrete You just need some lino over it or cork

The best cupboards have no doors.The doors can swing out and hit you!

Then you can see inside more easily too

Don’t bother washing up.Get a dishwasher

You get the idea

We dwell in academic squalor.Where do you live

Liquid lemon light

The sun a leaking lemon of sharp light

Sends away my dreams with acid bright

Save money

1 Fall downstairs and spend the winter in hospital

The down side. You might die

2 Eat cold food.Except for tea

3 Go to the library to read the papers

4 Live on asylum seekers allowance.You will not complain again

Give asylum if you can

,5 Learn Chinese on You Tube

Academic squalor

My kitchens not refurbished

But that’s ok by me

I turn the Taps with pliers

When I make the tea.

The cupboards have no doors on

So I can see inside.

The bread bin has turned green again

So far noone has died.

The cooker needs attention

It’s all the Sunday roasts

I do intend to scrub it out

But didn’t like to boast

Love

Plunged into the icy bath of truth

Love came to my aid to hold, to soothe

Rain

The garden looked lacklustre like dull brass.

Waiting for the full rain clouds to pass

Morning

Branches wave in dirty yellow sky

Under stormy winds the small birds fly

Death or menace

Killed by wedding presents.

A fire was lit with paraffin but no grate.

Asphyxiated.

Concluded.A foolish action.

Almost suicide or murder

Skull fractured by flying le Creuset pot stored on a high shelf with no afore thought.

Conclusion.Accidental suicide or could have been planned murder going wrong

Send to Oxford to read Grates

Night is coming soon

I like the pale mauve sky so beautiful

The tree rests gently and the moon looks well

River

The river flows in leisure to the sea.

As tranquil as a schoolgirl is at tea

Trust and Vision

I have become interested in virtue and perception.It began when I read a little Aristotle about virtue being a habit.That was quite recent.Before that for many years I believed virtuous acts would follow from being able to perceive well.
But when we are fraught our minds and eyes tighten up and so we perceive only what may be a danger to us.To perceive others well we need to be in a position to trust others and we need to feel secure.How is this possible?
From my studies I read that our ability to trust begins with a trusted caregiver in infancy,[See” Atttachment and Loss “by John Bowlby] We may be able to become more secure later by good fortune,friendship and love.
If not,I seem to get the idea that if we are insecure and nervous we cannot truly perceive others and they may be in the same position.If we are afraid then virtuous acts may be hard to enact.Whatever virtuous acts are.
The reason is obvious… when. we are concerned with mere survival , iwhat we do to others may be impossible for us to consider.We cannot truly see them and so we cannot act well towards them except by good luck
Or if we are able to tolerate great anxiety,we may see better…. if not we are incapable…. Those whom we cannot see properly we cannot consider with the most feeling and act on that.We see them partly or mainly in terms of the fearful fantasies in our minds and cannot see them as other and interesting.
When we make a friend online we may feel safer but in fact we are more likely to misperceive them. When we are from a sad or difficult background it may help greatly if we have some friends who might point out our errors if we trust enough to tell them.
Or we may pretend to be hard an isd tough.Neither leads to virtue.If we could trust God it may help but I believe we see God through the lens of our parents.. which is not good…depending on the parents.I am unsure if God is herem anyway
When we live in fear,we cannot see what is there before us.We cannot let go.We cannot accept grace and love nor give it.We will try to live by will power.Ironically people who are fearful inside can develop a shell of toughness and pride and so are not seen as vulnerable and/or lovable.They may seem frightening to others. This account may help to explain why politics is the way it is and also we see that arguing is not persuasive when the other/ourself are not able to open up and see things broadly.
Arguing makes us tighten up and see less well.And it can be frightening too though some cultures find it more acceptable than others.