https://psychcentral.com/lib/getting-anger-and-hostility-under-control#The-Basics-of-Anger-and-Hostility

Sometimes my hands curl up,
and other times,they open.
Then I feel the air;
My fingers relax.
I touch your hand;
uncurl it and press it to mine.
Palm on palm,it’s no secret
that palms connect to hearts.
In your face I see a hint of melancholy,
I feel it in my soul..
as if there was a secret connection..
thought how,I don’t know.
Somehow,touching, we create another soul,
Neither you nor I, but we……
Touching,need to be physical..
We know how a story can affect us that way.
What a gift to know we have touched someone…
In the heart.’s. most tender space.The place of love.
Both true and false,my palm is lonely.
Then I feel the caress of summer air..
To touch is to be touched
as one soul opens to another..
Vulnerable,human,loving,
Painful and illusory,like those dreams of childhood.
Now I go,first gripping, then loosening our hands.
Goodbye,we say,Goodbye

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The holiday we never had again

In Weybourne, we were happy at the dawn

We saw the sun ascend in tongues of fire

I saw the place where images are formed

From the door we looked straight to the North

The Wash lay to the left,a land of seals.

The high tide carries sand from Yorkshire shores.

Blakeney church now stands up well inland

We had not seen that vision pure before

Driving back through Walsingham,I sang

I learned my own heart from these little ears

There is no need for headphones nor the smart

Let your intuition help you when you steer.

I remember everything you said

Now I am alone in my new bed

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When Mary awoke, she felt the pain in her ear was worse.
I think must have an ear infection, she said to Annie while she was beating the doormat
on the wall to get the dust out.
Maybe you should stop cleaning and housework.You are releasing lots of dirt into the air
You are right,Mary replied.It’s just what Mother used to do
But did she have a hoover?
No, we had a Ewbank.
Get a cordless cleaner and it will suck the dust out for you
Thanks,Annie.I think I will go to the Urgent Care Centre.I don’t want an abscess in my ear to explode,as it were.
I’m sorry I can’t come but they have restrictions about how many visitors go in
Mary called a cab.Soon she was in the almost empty hospital.How much she would have liked a companion.Still, there is always God, wherever they has moved to.
A young woman with thick frizzy fair hair called her in and said that she was a GP
Mary was thinking how much better her pale lips would look with some lipstick
As for her
clothes, it is best to remain silent.I suppose doctors can’t afford to go to M & S nowadays
You have wax in your ear, the doctor cried in surprisde
That’s good.I need a candle,Mary said inventively
Then the maskless doctor stood in front of Mary and peered into her mouth.
She pushed Mary’s crutch away and announced, there is nothing wrong with you
You must go out and make new connections, do things, go to Dances, play Bingo
Get up and walk, she advised , as Jesus remarked in the Gospel ,though he also asked the cripple to take up his bed as he walked yet there were no beds left in the hospital
Oh,dear Mary said I am not wired myself as yet.My body is running on sunshine.
Do you think I should offer my supine body to the lonely old men living in the big houses near here?
I’m afraid I shall have to charge them.Do you have any free room with an elecric socket that I might use? And we’ll need a bed
The beds are all full, the doctor replied
Good grief, how many people are in these beds? Do they share?
Don’t ask me.It’s my coffee break, the young lady cried
Mary struggled up and went outside to call a cab
At least it’s been a change of scene yet as the cab drove her home, the pain began to get worse.
Is Mary going to make it?

To be concluded shortly
Funeral arrangements by the Coop. if need be

Emile’s jumper

SeeOne evening Mary got earache so bad she was anxious if her brain might be damaged
What’s wrong,mother? mewed Emile her small black cat
I’ve got earache, she told him.And I am still not your mother!
When will you be my mother?
If the law was changed we could get married,Mary said wittily
I can’t marry you, it would feellike incest,Emile whispered
I don’t expect to have a sexual life now but you could massage my legs and run up and down my spine
Anyone can do that.
Well, not a dog I hope,Mary giggled.No I love cats
After watching “Princess Di, the true story” on their tablets, they were both happy to rest in their beds
Mary woke up to find her earache was worse, like a knife running into her head
Stan, she cried, where are you? I need you!Come home!
Emile ran in, with tears in his eyes
You know Dad is heaven,Mother
Yes,said Mary, though he could be in Purgatory
Is that because he had Annie as his lover,Emile asked
No, no, l love is not what I’m thinking of.I bought a very nice bag in Somerset as my workbag
When he left our flat to get the train to work, he had taken my bag not to mention six notebooks with unlined paper I was going to use for Art
So what did you say. Mother?
I said nothing.Wittgenstein wrote
Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must remain silent
But you could have thrown a bucket of cold water over him,Emil said angrily
I doubt Wittgenstein would like that,Mary smiled
Sometimes we just have to let things go or go into a bohemian boutique ..
I went into one and got a yellow cord skirt of unusual design and some deep red trousers
Did you not wear a top,Emile enquired jauntily?
No,I went to give a lecture on 3 dimensional calculus nude from the waist upward
Did nobody say anything?
I was so thin I looked like a boy and they were all enraptured by my words anyway
Those days we were civil to others and ignored their errors or that their trousers were ripped
and that some shirts looked crumpled.We mathematians don’t care about these things.
Then they saw DPD had a van outside. man crossed the road wth several parcels from
M&S.
Mary pulled put a long green wool coat and a cashmere hat
So who doesn’t care,Emile mewed?
I thought it would be good when I need to sit on a wall.The moss on walls is green.
Well,I can see the sense in that, he replied
In ran adulterous Annie their neighbour and Stan’s former mistress
Oh,I have bought one of those.I fear they will shut down
and it’s hard to buy a tailored wool coat these days.They have merino wool jumpers too
Perhaps I’ll buy another, she muttered.
Can I have a jumper,Emile asked?
May I
May I what?
Have a jumper
I am not human, he mewed.Don’t be rude
I will knit you a jumper,Mary told him.Let me know the colours you like
Don’t climb a tree in it or it might catch on a thorn
Oh, mother, thank you,Emile murmured as he fell asleep

In our yard, we had a dog on wheels.

Its fur was almost gone, it was so worn

I sat upon its musty back l,my steed.

I thought that he looked sad, he looked forlorn

In that house my grandma lived and died

My father was a child it was his dog

Rich as grass in meadows was its fur.

The rusty wheels were bright and pierced the fog

I see the yard the coal shed and the lav.

The green back gate my grandad coming in

The shed where bikes were piled up in a rush.

The cat jumped so fast on the ash bin

Dad went off then grandad went off too.

I see them coming home from church in polished shoes.

too.

I have heard grass singing in the wind.
I have walked through poppy fields in sun
I have suffered when dark rain descends

I have watched trees’ shadows in the ponds
I have known the arctic wastes of pain
I have heard grass singing in the wind.

Another soul is writing with my hand
Yet I have wept while loaning him my pen
I have suffered when dark rain descends

I have known the edges of the mind
I ‘ve sensed hollow silence un-contained.
I have heard grass singing in the wind.

I have sorrowed for humans confined
I have watched the antics of bad men
I have suffered when dark rain descends

I have seen the storm by camera lens.
I have felt the solar system bend.
I have heard grass singing in the wind.
I have suffered when dark rain descends

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2023/aug/21/poem-of-the-week-the-clever-cat-by-mary-hannay-foott

https://www.theexceptionalskills.com/the-dangers-of-email/#:~:text=You%20are%20more%20likely%20to,you%20were%20face%20to%20face.

https://www.spikenow.com/blog/productivity/how-to-deal-with-email-anxiety/

I thought that mobile phones would have legs but they are too smart for that.

>He said take the tablet three times a day. So I said

Does it matter where I take it customer

Is that a designer bag?

No it’s a colostomy .

I’m looking for a double-sided handbag for my wife rather like this Polish journalists bags.

Why do you want to double-sided one?

Because she is two faced.

Like twins sharing one body.

I wouldn’t mind if she shared her body with me. But on the second night of our honeymoon she said to me

We’ve already done that.

What a heartless b****

Actually it would have been very difficult because there was something about her that made strong men weep.

Why didn’t you leave her?

She would not be left.

Is that right?

Do pigs bark?

Do sheep yodel?

Do goats play the piano?

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quotation_marks_in_English

 

Mary came home to find Stan crying in his old chair
What’s the matter,baby, she asked gently?
I feel so stupid, he told her.I was in the kitchen getting a drink but the running water made my   bladder want to empty
Well, we do have a loo in the hall
I forgot that so I picked up an old pan and used that
That’s ok,dearest, she whispered
Then I realised, it was a  colander!
I am sorry,Mary,
Well, it’s nothing.Women are used to things like this.
Hi said Annie as she  ran in with  her pink cheeks glowing
I  have got a steam mop today and I’ve just cleaned your kitchen floor.I’d done mine earlier
That is very kind of you.We had a bit of a problem in there
Yes, the tomcat up the road seemed to have left his mark but it’s ok now
She smiled at Stan. who still looked nervous.
I’ll buy you a steam mop for Xmas.I think of it as a toy and I am  killing Roman soldiers with the steam or I have other little fantasies
So do I,Stan muttered
Why don’t we have a cup of tea?
Mary carried the tea in on a wooden tray
Mary, that’s my desk drawer.
Don’t tell me you were going to wee into this
No, I brought it down  to shake the dust out before I put my pens and paper back
Well, remember, chamber pots are never  made of wood.
Wow. how amazing Why  not ?
Because it is porous so stuff soaks into the very wood itself
Annie said, why do you need one when you have an ensuite plus  a loo in the hall
Maybe   it is my second childhood,Stan joked  merrily
Emile strolled in
Smokey and I have been in the woods.The kitchen seems very   clean
I’ve been trying my steam mop on it,Annie reported
Very nice, said Emile,I’d like a small one
Cats don’t mop floors, mewed Smokey
Maybe we will be the first
Just to make sure Dad is well I’d better ring 999
Stan is not your Dad and he does not want to see anyone
Why not?
He wet the floor
Humans suffer so.We mate with all and sundry, wet the  ground and eat the meat
when you forget to freeze it
Well, never mind.We do have a bit of fun
Have more,Emile mewed
And so say all of us

I ‘m missing him like we miss that lost tooth
We were in the dentist’s chair
We had the anaesthetic but still felt the tug and force.
And the dentist
might have yelled,look at this,
I got it all out in one
You see,once,,the root was very twisted and tangled
I told him,take it away.
I’m missing him because his absence makes a hole
like that bloody hollow in your jaw where your tooth was
but in the soul.
And when I came home alone from the clinic
I felt that hole.The first time I had come back home
when he wasn’t here.
God doesn’t do anaesthesia, we gather
I’m missing him because he needed me so much
Now nobody needs me nor notices if I am here
Or if I fall over in the garden,will I die and rot down to the earth before
my neighbour recalls he’s not seen me for three weeks.Or maybe five.
I miss him the way you’d miss your flesh
if someone shot you with a rifle and made a tunnel through your body;
took out a lump which would hurtle away and fall to earth.
I’m missing his honey smell.
the knowledge,the feeling he had of me.
The hole in my space is almost tangible
in this room.
I wake up and wonder what he’d like to eat today.
But the dead don’t eat at our tables do they?
I remember I am alone at the table and I can eat whatever I like.
Oh,love,why did you have to go down so fast?
When you were the one ,solid I leaned on.
You were so human in my arms.

Waxy flowers poking through
Snow so white
Flowers bright.
Made me think of you.

I see once more your just washed hair,
Soft as snow,
On pillow.
Now my bed is bleak and bare

,
Face alight,flower to sun,
I loved you.
Love so true.
Fear by love,overcome.

Cyclamen in the snow,
Pink and red,
Now frozen,dead.
Love was,oh,so long ago.

But never gone from in my mind.
Thoughts so deep,
Upwards seep.
Love was gentle,love was kind,

Always in my mind

https://www.commentary.org/articles/hans-morgenthau/love-and-power/

https://www.merriam-webster.com/grammar/synecdoche-metonymy-usage-differences#:~:text=Metonymy%20refers%20to%20a%20figure,metonymy%3B%20it%20uses%20the%20common

I sat on
I sat on your old wall to see the sun
The wall is cold and makes my rear end chill
And all too soon each little day is done

The day is ending and I ‘ve not yet begun
To do my writing , let my mind be still
I sat on your old wall in winter sun

If we were younger we might have more fun
We must allow now what we cannot will
As all too soon each little day is done

Must we finish what we have begun?
We gazed at rampant water by the mill.
I sat on this old wall in winter sun

As a woman, I can love a man
Then to their rest with singing I may lull
As all too soon each little day is done

Today my heart with love is very full
And happy tears my features like to swill
I sat on your stone wall to eye the sun
As all too soon each little day is done

They sent me for some city scones

Are there good as sex rays?

It depends on the interpreter I believe.

Why does what you believe have anything to do with it?

Why don’t you believe?

This is getting too belligerent for me

. Why why do you bring woe into every discussion

I mean evening war. He wrote this great shovels.

In my opinion Lesbian Freud was more of a shoveler

You have to be very rich to shovel your paint on.

You should have been my wife getting ready to go out

Would you take me that your strife

You are so perspicacious

What’s wrong with youwhat’s wrong with youwhat’s wrong with you swallowed the dictionary again?

I thought it was a pork chop

That depends entirely on where we are eating

If we are Jewish it’s the dictionary and if we are not jewish it’s a pork chop it’s simple surely everyone could understand that even an income put like you

Don’t you think it’s wrong to fry a dictionary!

If you use very high quality olive oil it’s alright.

I don’t think I will ever understand your steamings

You mean my scheming ?

I don’t know where we are going to.

Is this is this the X-Ray and CT scan department?

I’m sorry it’s the CP Snow department.

How do they read that?

His books are all in English.

You could have knocked me up with a feather.

I wish that you would informed me earlier. I would not have a hole in my conman.

Oh very good. Everywhere with me I text none.

Looking at all that rubbish I can’t understand why I am here at all.

But do we need to know why we are here?

Well why did God give the ten commandments to Moses?

Probably not to teach us how to swim.

I don’t know how much further we can go.

Will we know when it’s the end?

I think so. My friend have Faith. She wants to get married as soon as possible.

I love her with all my heart some too shy who’s supposed she would marry me.

Don’t let shine it’s deprive you of life. It will be over soon

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In my despair I felt that I was stuck
Paralysed by  grief and guilt I failed
By the end I had tried every trick

From prayer unthought to deeps of logic black
My  life, my engine ,juddered off the  rails
I hated God and of “his” Church was  sick

Starving  and alone I was in shock
The death of one I loved   had made me frail
By the end I had tried every trick

I felt  love’s arms around me,  death to block
I knew   this goodness,  why else would I wail?
I   thought I hated God  but Love had struck

Warm and golden light  that  did me hold
Where are you now when I feel still so cold

Sitting in an ambulance with your knees raised up too high.

Lurching through the traffic made me want to cry

I asked him for some water all they had was red bull beer.

I was too dehydrated to produce a single tear,

We saw the Northern suburbs0 were we going to Golders Green?

I thought we might see Jesus looking rather mean.

In my bright red handbag my phone began to ring.

I was feeling nervous so I nearly bit my tongue.

Hello my dear a woman said

We can’t see you today.

My appointment had been:been cancelled

I didn’t know what to say.

NHS unfunded do they want the Old to die?
Am I feeling anxious? Does a baby cry?

My brothers bought some jeans.

I was practicing the piano in the front room when they came in

Mum came home later.Screamed horror.

They bolted their bedroom door while I played Mozart

She took the axe and went upstairs

Then she hit the door. It wasn’t very strong wood

I can’t remember anything else but I got very good at playing the piano.

I don’t think I have the right sort of feelings.

https://www.spring.org.uk/2023/03/intelligence-and-anxiety.php#:~:text=Intelligence%20and%20anxiety%20may%20have,imagine%20what%20might%20go%20wrong.

Harold Bloom, Critic Who Championed Western Canon, Dies at 89 https://www.nytimes.com/2019/10/14/books/harold-bloom-dead.html?smid=nytcore-android-share

Ah,rebellious spirit wanting space

With my finger on the map I paced

I climbed Helvellyn, fell off Striding Edge

Spent a lifetime hanging off a ledge

Then there was reality to find.

Was it is in the world or in the mind?

I saw the water cascade down steep hills

Joy came through my eye without my will

I wish I was a school girl with my dreams

Life is good but love’s not what it seems

O

Joy sings now in golden light,

Then after day comes deep,black night.

New moon is rising by grey trees,

The earth is where I want to be.
I want the day,I want the night.
I want the dark.I want the light.
I want to see and to be seen,~
And not to lose my precious  dreams

The sun has set, grey clouds turn black,

The day just gone  will not come back.

I’ll rest in quiet reverie

Until the reaper’s scythe takes me.
And then I drop and mix with dust,
Till worms and beetles sate their lust.
And fall into ten thousand motes,
And dance, in sunlight,  music’s notes.

No more striving ,no more ambition

No more fighting,no competition.

Every particle’s the same

Without even  a unique name.
And, side by side, we all are one,
The lusts of life have been and gone.
We dwell with dirt and grain and sand
At last we’ve reached the Promised Land

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2016/feb/28/why-being-wrong-really-hurts?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other