Category: Thinkings and poems

I’m lonely just for you

I didn’t know I’d love you
With both my heart and mind
Every love is different
Each is a special kind

 

I didn’t know I’d miss you
In quite the way I do.
For we can’t  feel emotion
Before its time is due.

 

And are you missing me now
Despite angelic hosts?
They  may care for you ,dear heart
But I think I care the most.

 

Yet all human lovers
Must part and go their ways.
Some may die and fall to dust
Some may go astray.

 

I didn’t know I’d love you
And hurt invade my heart.
I didn’t know that  you’d love me.
But  we would have to part.

 

From mother and her bosom
From father and his strength
We  lose and gain throughout our life
Whatever is its length.

 

I didn’t know I’d miss you
With all my loving heart.
But . as we’re made of fragile flesh.
Humans  must  sadly part.

 

If you had been a sadist
If you had been unkind.
I would not now be grieving
And half losing my mind.

 

So maybe I should be grateful
For being found and known.
I wish you were still sitting here.
And I were not alone.

 

When we feel so lonely
No-one else will do.
It’s not that I’m just lonely.
I’m lonely, just for you.

 

In the wet and stony
Pathways we must go
We must keep on walking;
Be patient  when we’re slow.

 

The inner force is working
To make new maps for me.
Wherever they shall guide my steps,
With you I’ll  long to be.

How like a dream

How like a dream this world appears to me
My mind unfocussed spreads itself about..
No details, just an outline I can see.
And  this vague dimness fills my mind with doubt.

The early sun made joy rise in my heart
As I looked out upon the gardens gold.
Of nature and each season we’re a part.
As with patience we let all our self unfold.

We are as nothing in the vast space of this sky
Where stars send light from deeps of long ago.
And yet despite my nightmares I shall try
As fears make fences if we don’t say “No.”

We have to make our dreams a home on earth;
From there creative thoughts are given birth

I’ve lost the cordless handset and my specs.

I’ve lost the cordless handset  and my specs.
I   put them down   right when the doorbell rang
I  can’t phone out nor read a message  texted

To lose more than a partner makes me vexed
Already in my heart I feel a pang
I’ve lost the cordless handset  and my specs.

I wonder what possession I’ll lose next
The knell is waiting anxious to be rung
I can’t moan nor read a message  texted

I’ll have to go next door on some pretext
But must not keep them talking for too long
I’ve lost the cordless handset  and my specs.

I feel if I continue I’ll be wrecked
But all us humans need to use our tongue
I  can’t weep nor read a message  texted

I must not rumimate nor thoughts dissect
I ‘ve been careless but I ‘ve done no wrong
I’ve lost the cordless handset  and my specs.
I  can’t speak nor read a message  texted

How to write a better sentence

 

 

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This is from the New Statesman.Many journals  or newspapers produce style guides.They tell us what kind of sentence they like to see in their articles.But it may vary slightly.
I think this is a very good piece even if you are writing a novel not  an article.

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My supper

 

 

photo05791I  courgette
3 spring onions
Can of butterbeans
1 egg
about 1/ 4 pint milk

Depending on size and amount of veg you need more egg and milk as in a quiche

Chop onion  and courgette and saute in olive oil  gently
Put  into a dish with butterbeans or chick peas [ even home cooked]
Mix egg,milk and seasoning

Pour that over the veg and cook in a medium oven about 30 minutes.Longer if you do a bigger quantity.

Eternal Pest

I thought our love was real , no more, I trust
Your persona was  of cleverness and  of heart
My judgment was  disabled by  my guts
I did not perceive as clearly as  I must
I thought  this love was real ,I gave my trust
You were biting and evasive  when I asked
You took your   blade and cut   us  both apart
I thought our love was real ,why did  I trust?
You acted  out fake wisdom and  fake heart
I  never  would have known that at the start
The meaning was of power stoked up with lust
In your heart you never took a guest.
I wish you peace,  be off Eternal Pest!

 

Is personality fixed?

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What Is Character? Debunking the Myth of Fixed Personality

 

Philip K. Dick, from The Selected Letters of Philip K. Dick 1972-1973:

A person’s authentic nature is a series of shifting, variegated planes that establish themselves as he relates to different people; it is created by and appears within the framework of his interpersonal relationships

The Fake District

If you want to die because you have a severe terminal illness I just though going onto the Quicksands in Morecambe Bay is easier than jumping off a cliff.Plus nobody would see your body.Be kind.Vanish!I used to be terrified of it as a child

Don’t miss:
Coniston old pan
Coniston Owl-Man
Passing Water
Vast Water.
Herd Rot Pass
Herod’s Rut Pass
Fools’ Water
Free Pen with.
Ken Daly
Boats for Rear.
Boots on Fire.
Anorak free zone
Amble Sideways.
Carl Aisle
Glass Mere
White Haven
Sidle  Water
Dare when Water?
Gulls Water.[real]
See Yellow?
No smooching with beer.
Bow Less on Windermere.Thank you
Range over Sands
Quicksand free  over there.Hurry.
Rowless  on  Crimson Lake
Marrow in Furnace.
Sorrow in Earnest
Gullivers Stone.
Feet Path
Sheep track daily.Be alert
Gentle Home.
Convent Harry
Welcome Bay
The Kent Actuary.
Burntside Knot Hair Stylist
Golden Dale
More Came
Cairn Forth
Len Caster.
Bath Right
Ink Umbria
Date Vale Motel and Best Room for Sin

Oh,my dear sister, what see you there?

She’d never seem rainwater deeper than eyes
Mystery undisguised.
Round the rain puddle she ran and ran;
Too much for her dolly’s pan.
By reflections of trees ,she was hypnotised.
Curiousity’s often so wise
Oh,my dear sister what  see  you there?
I hope it’s a vision fair.
What are these ships and the tugs and the tide?
Where are the sailors who died?
This is an ocean and I’m in my boat
Come sisters dear,let us float.
We’ll never see Daddy again, ‘cos he’s here
and down her face travelled one tear.
I see him afar off, he’s meeting the Lord
There’s the archangel with his sharpest sword.
We cannot follow,no, we must go back
We each must stay on our own track.
Three little children with long  light  brown hair
On this road going to where?
Once three small sisters ,but now only two;
Eyes of one green and one  blue
By the park gate  side a pool of sea rain
We shall be three again.
One in a pushchair and one gripping tight.
I push my dear sisters into the light.
Keep hold of the handle and never let go
However the East wind does blow
Keep hold of my hands as Dad crosses the sea
Don’t hope for what cannot be.
I told her it’s only a rainwater pool,
Held in God’s hand like a jewel.
But she saw the patterns and she saw the tides
Which all human beings must ride.
For nothing is “only” and nothing is “just”.
Nothing and everything’s passed

On calling yourself a writer

http://www.the-art-of-writing.com/2015/03/judith-morris-on-writing-poetry-and-calling-yourself-a-writer/

“At this stage I am usually looking to shorten the lines, tighten the language, improve the vocabulary; to test out the rhythm and flow. I repeat this until I feel the poem communicates what I wanted to say. Sometimes it is difficult not to keep refining; it is important to know when to stop!

“What have you learnt about writing in the last 6 months?

So much! The Art of Writing has been life-changing! Here is my list; my aide memoir for becoming a better writer:

  • Have fun; enjoy it
  • Reflect and meditate
  • Be open and observant
  • Write often even when there seems to be nothing to write about!
  • An initial idea can lead anywhere: it is just that – a stimulus to writing
  • Look beyond the literal; use metaphor
  • Select language that communicates; is rich and appeals to the senses: taste it, feel it, hear it!
  • Share work in a circle of trust seeking and responding to feedback
  • Find a reason; a purpose; an audience for writing even if it is just yourself!
  • Practice, practice, practice. Write, write, write”

Stan’s chair collapses

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“Your eyes are like deep pools in the  Indonesian ocean” Stan murmured into Annie’s ear.He gently took hold of her and pulled her down onto his knee.
Just as he did that, his new Habitat chair collapsed and they  fell onto the floor.,the chair in many  bits around them like a jigsaw puzzle in three dimenstions,
Have you got your smartphone,my sweetheart “he whispered romantically
“I think you’ll have to ring 999.
“OK,my  angel” Annie prattled,
” Operator,it’s my lover’s chair .It keeps collapsing;can we bring into A and E to be fixed?Well he can’t get into to bed anymore so we really need this”
Just then a pebble hit the window,it was his wife coming back from Sainsburys” She’s lost her keys in her book bag yet again
Oh,wonderful,just at the right moment” he shouted,”Hello,Mary,here is Annie,she’s a chair surgeon!”
“Oh,that’s good”,Mary muttered enigmatically.
” Do you ever  fix beds?”
“Why do you ask?” Annie cried sweetly
“Well, ours is always collapsing’it’s  yet another of life’s mysteries.”
“Why,you are so beautiful, Mary.You are mesmerising.Come and show me your bed.We’ll leave Stan here.He’ll soon be in that ambulance”
“Annie,your eyes are like deep salty pools in the Dead Sea .”
“Have you both been  on the same  creative writing course?” Mary spouted satirically.
“I aim for satisfaction.Here’s my gun.I’m going to shoot you” Annie called
“But we have no guns in the UK” Mary whispered under her breath
“Well you have now.” Annie said logically.
Just then the emergency ambulance arrived with its siren scaring the cats nearby but not Emile as he heard it so many times.
“OK. which chair is it this time” the trisexual  paramedic  Dave enquired  foxily.
“Have you ever thought of making it in the bath?We’re getting really worried about you in Casualty,at your age.”
“Worry no more” Anne screamed emphatically, firing the gun repeatedly into the chair’s remains.
“I’ll make sure he never sits in it again.And now Habitat’s gone bust,he can’t buy another.'”
“Cheers ,mate!”whispered the paramedic dramatically.
“Has anyone ever told you,your eyes are like deep pools in the  Sea of Tralee”.
“Oh,no not another one!”Anne moaned tentatively,”You need to raise your whole game,not just change the name of the sea”
“You’re so intelligent too,lady.Can you teach me truly creative writing?” He yelled quietly,by the way I am bisexual.
” What a funny name.Come upstairs” she murmured in reply, “and we’ll see what sea we can see up there,tonight”.
“Thank you so much and please send me home in a stamped addressed envelope when you are done with me.” he responded quixotically
“Whatever” she sighed spontaneously.”Let’s get on with it or you’ll be here all night”
Does it matter?  he called.”I am paid by the flower”
Emile who had hidden in the wardrobe was disappointed that the light went out as he hoped to take a photo.
And so did all of us

Coping with peeling verse

Metaphor.. my meat and drink.
Although I’m known for quaffing ink.
I need to play with words on line.
But writing proper poems takes time.
And I have no time to waste,
so I write by copy and paste.
A line from Donne a line from Blake,
George Herbert  who-for goodness sake!
A bit of Shakespeare tossed and turned,
My poetry salads don’t yet earn.
Into the breach we’ll go dear friends
The Waste Land never seems to end.
To be or not to BBC ?
Shall we sometimes disagree?
Chaucer I have not yet read.
Is it good when one’s in bed?
Look,stranger,on this island now,
It’s illegal  for you to milk my cow.
And ,also, we do not roast  our geese.
Even when we have a feast.
Turning and turning in the gyre,
I think that church has got two spires.
The lake at Innisfree’s still there.
Is that where the Queen said prayers?
Who’d have thunk that Hughes and Plath
Never signed  their autographs.
I like her poem about a mirror.
Some of them are full of horror.
Lay your sleeping head, my love,
On a brick or turtle dove.
I’m too tired to kiss you now,
I’ll massage your back  and then I’ll bow.
The bed’s too small for all of us
I suggest Someone tries the bath.
If you put a duvet in
I believe  you are your twin
When did Herriot plough the fields?
Was Dover Beach where my skin peeled?
I forgot to put my sunscreen on,
Off they all go one by one.

Try cheese scones and  buttered frogs
My old man’s gone to the Gods.

A sailing boat

 

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When I draw it in two dimensions on the page
On it I travel to my  furthest thought.

On  jewelled Sea in blueness deep I float
Waiting for the guide I have engaged
The lamp in outline is a sailing boat

Where is  he whose  poety I quote?
Vanished,gone and left me in his rage
Shall  I  travel to my  furthest thought?

Talents and  rich appetites I sought
To make a  pattern on my empty page
The lamp in outline is a sailing boat

So  much fantasy, such  dreams I wrote
To find the self which had been kept  encaged
The lamp in outline is a sailing boat
On it I travel to my  furthest thought.

The cello has a tender singing voice

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

The Way Through the Woods by Rudyard Kipling

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They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate,
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few.)
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods …
But there is no road through the woods.

Zen proverb

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If you want a certain thing, you must first be a certain person. Once you are that certain person, obtaining that certain thing will no longer be a concern of yours. – See more at: http://www.special-dictionary.com/proverbs/source/z/zen_proverb/#sthash.urq6ZfOl.dpuf

Famous Proverbs / Biblical Proverbs

  • . The wise man looks ahead. The fool attempts to fool himself and won’t face facts. The wise man looks ahead. The fool attempts to fool himself and won't face facts.. Biblical Proverb.
  •  There are three things that are too amazing for me, four that I do not understand: the way of an eagle in the sky, the way of a snake on a rock, the way of a ship on the high seas, and the way of a man with a maiden. There are three things that are too amazing for me, four that I do not understand: the way of an eagle in the sky, the way of a snake on a rock, the way of a ship on the high seas, and the way of a man with a maiden.. Biblical Proverb.
  • . There is nothing new under the sun. There is nothing new under the sun.. Biblical Proverb.
  • . Wealth makes many friends. Wealth makes many friends.. Biblical Proverb.
  • . Where there is no vision, people perish. Where there is no vision, people perish.. Biblical Proverb.
  • . Wisdom is more precious than rubies. Wisdom is more precious than rubies.. Biblical Proverb.
  • . Your own friend, and your father’s friend, forsake not. Your own friend, and your father's friend, forsake not.. Biblical Proverb.

– See more at: http://www.special-dictionary.com/proverbs/source/b/biblical_proverb/5.htm#sthash.jj1cA4kD.dpuf

Then we shall learn the limits of our will

When soft winds blow and air strokes our bare skin.
When days are long like melodies of youth,
when light wakes up the soul from out her sin
Then shall we know when this sweet life is truth?

When flowers droop and leaves are dried and brown;
When water’s short and all  plants are forlorn’
Then do not meet disaster with a frown,
For out of heartfelt sorrow new life’s born.

When winter’s here and all is quiet and still
And nothing seems to move or grow or speak
Then we shall learn the limits of our will
for through the soil the first green shoots will break.

For seasons change and actors come and go.
Yet through such changes, life is what we know

The Seasons

The seasons alter imperceptibly;
No point exact which demonstrates the turn.
Yet soon come changes which our eyes can see
Leaves dry and crack,;the acers seem to burn.
And so it is with human creatures too.
Each day our loved one looks unchanged to us
And yet the body alters like leaves do.
Small changes made with neither noise nor fuss.
We  are  transparent ghosts of  our old selves
And  struggle down the avenue of life
Soon death approaches with its common stealth.
And separates the husband and the wife.
In winter all is black and we despair
Yet, deep in earth,worms silently prepare.

Hear it your way

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We often don’t hear what people say even when we speak the same language.Sometimes it’s lack of attention,sometimes unconscious motivations when we don’t wish to know something.And in a foreign country we might try to understand by imagining it is English with a peculiar accent.I come from Lancashire and I am often asked if I am foreign.IMG_0007

 

 

À cœur vaillant rien d’impossible.
A curve ain’t ruined  when impossible.
A curved ale wants ruin dim but possible
A curve ain’t tuned  till impossible
A curved  elephant reined in, possibly.
Accurately veiled ruins are impossible

À l’impossible nul n’est tenu.
Al.I’m possibly null; nest tonight?
Al,it’s impossible now,it’s not you.
A limp ,oscillating bull Not any who?

À quelque chose malheur est bon.
At Selkirk choose Mal;hurry,man
A kilt shows Mal’s hairs live on
A Sulker chose Mallory’s a bun

Après la pluie le beau temps.
Apprella,who’s she? Get the boat times.
Appeals and pleas elbow time
I pray that we  get the boat on

L’arbre cache souvent la forêt.
Large cache,Susan,now for it!
Arbitrary dash;savant  rolls  in the forest
Library cash,Sue vents, let’s forget;

Aussitôt dit, aussitôt fait
Aussie toes date? Aussie toes fey!
Ossified totes date…Fay!
Also taught Dee,also  taught Fay.

Autres temps, autres mœurs
Owe Tom,owe,Maire?
Ought we tamper,blight  her hair?
Ought her stem cells to merge?
Over the top,over the murder.
Motor-man, a tremor?
Ode to Tom;ode to more?

Geese fly by

It’s Autumn weather, geese fly by,
Autumn rust,red,gold,so gay
Drystone walls edging fields,
Apples gathered,holly berries
Flash so brightly
Look like flowers
Sun shines sideways,shadows long
Of trees appear.I dwell among
Woods  where gentle beeches sing,
Swaying with the sideward wind.
See their roots, all intertwined.
Feel their geometry in the mind.
Look up now into the sky,
See the V formation high.
Geese fly home at end of day.
My heart is moved by patterned dance
In this peace and great silence
My mind widens like the sky
And in this moment I would die,
So I would stay with this still vision
Of geese set out on autumn mission.
Snails in rain pools slither near
My feet upon the terrace here
And look,upon their whorled backs
All the sense of life is packed.
And yet so easily Life’s destroyed
When blind foot steps into the void.