Mathematics is often a nemesis
Whatever does it mean for pretences?
Life is so complex
Don’t mention the Tampax
We bleed without going to the dentist
Mathematics is often a nemesis
Whatever does it mean for pretences?
Life is so complex
Don’t mention the Tampax
We bleed without going to the dentist
Some people prefer short haired horses.
Why study Chinese for its coarseness?
We don’t know ourselves
No Santa Claus elves
You don’t even see women in corsets.
I once had a doctor called Joseph
Who was a distant relation of Moses
He was the wisest we had
But often looked sad
You remember his family was Jesus.
An Icy hands took hold of my poor heart
As if from something good I would soon part.
My neighbour sees the writing on the wall
Fears she has dementia is appalled
She sees words on the ceiling telling her
She will die and such bad thoughts will scare
She thinks I will not see her any more
Her fear comes out deluded and mishaped
She is is racked by love and then by hate
If you know that you are near the end.
Confide this anguish to your nearest friends
I want to see you one more time
I would endure that pain of loss again
Yes, I still am with you in my dreams
I’d like to know your thoughts before you died
You concentrated,focussed, that was playi
I have longed to see you one more time
I felt it was a Play we were inside
Then we’d come back home, where we have lain
We are still companions in my dreams
What of love is captured in a rhyme?
So much so called “poetry” seems inane
I still wish to see you one more time
Love is not a concept of the mind
qI need your comfort but I need in vain
We are still companions in my dreams
Now I walk alone on new terrain
I do not suffer torture, am not blamed.
I have longed to see you one


Stan was feeling somewhat glum,nay even despairing,on Monday morning.
Mary had gone to work on her new folding 6 gear bicycle with own basket and an extra basket from Wells-next -the- Sea 1995
[the wicker basket now somewhat grey in hue.]
He was left at home sorting out all his art work and materials as well as doing the baking,cooking and bathing Emile,the delightful yet trying male cat.
Sunk in dark misery,Stan sat in an old uncomfortable chair in the darkest part of the room, while Emile snored on the rug by the bright French windows.Stan went through all the possible reasons for his state of mind.Was he guiltyabout his flings with his alluring next door neighbour Annie?
Could it be his failure to toilet train Emile? Or his omitting to carry out the penance given by Father Brown after Stan confessed to stealing sweets on the way to Confession in 1956?
The longer Stan brooded the more reasons he found for his depression.
He could hardly get up to make a cup of coffee ..even instant seemed too much trouble.Would he even clean his teeth which somehow he’d failed to do?
The doorbell rang… it was a new cord for his laptop as Emile had been chewing the current one ,and 29 books in a sack from Amazon which his wife must have ordered,as he had no recollection of any such foolish spending.How would they pay the bill on the credit card? he ruminated.
Later in the day.Annie peered through the window.She tapped on the glass with her well manicured blue finger nails.Let me in she cried.
I’m too tired for any hanky panky he murmured lovingly as he ran his fingers through her thick red tresses.What is this delightful perfume,beloved,he questioned her.
It’s Poison! she replied.Oh no,sorry it’s Iris and Jasmine Eau de toilette from the Bodyshop.
Despite his lowly sunken state Stan loved this perfume.He sniffed rabidly at her well rounded form.Well,shall we have some tea,she enquired.
Stan sat there hand on chest.I’ve been feeling a little gloomy,he muttered.She peered at him.You look terribly pale,Stan.Where’s your angina spray?I can’t recall,he said.Oh,here it is in my vest.
What a strange place to keep it,she responded.
Mary made pockets for all my vests.at one time you could buy vests with pockets
She’s good at sewing despite being so clever.In fact she loves doing things with her hands.
Annie got the GNT spray out and handed it to him.Have you got a pain?
Well,yes,now you mention it,I do,he replied verbosely.
Well,in the name of God, use the bloody thing,she whispered endearingly into his left ear.
He opened his mouth,raised his tongue and with his hand resting lightly on his chin he pressed the button with his forefinger.
His head began to throb.
Annie appeared with a cup of Earl Grey tea and a biscuit.Why,you look a little better.Do you need another dose?
No,I feel much better now.I’ve had it before.He drank the tea but didn’t eat the biscuit which he threw out later in crumbs for the field mice in the shed.
His spirits began to rise.Why did he always forget that physical ailments can worsen a mood?He still felt a trifle glum but nothing a meringue wouldn’t put right.
OK,what shall I make for Mary’s supper? he enquired.
You sit there in the window and I’ll just make my special spaghetti,Annie replied gaily,as long as I can stay too.
Yes,I’ll open some red wine he said youthfully,and we can have fried apples and bananas for pudding with non fat Greek yoghurt.
What a wise choice she murmured gently into his ear………that will use up some of the newly picked apples,the bananas were from Lidl’s as usual.
Well,Stan you look better.said Mary happily,You’ve been pale all weekend.Was it Annie who cheered you up,not to put too fine a point on it?
Actually it was nitroglycerine,he said roguishly,but Annie made me use it.
But for us women you’d be dead,she replied equably.
But for you delightful creatures I wouldn’t be here at all,he moaned ecstatically.
Now then Stan,control yourself she urged,After all we have a visitor,Annie!
What a hoot,he thought as he twisted spaghetti round his fork in a careless manner splashing tomato sauce all over his new green acrylicjumper.
Thank the Lord for washing machines,Mary said.
I didn’t know Jesus invented them,Annie said with a tone of mild sarcasm but no-one bothered to reply.
As told by Emile to the local paper.
And believed by all of us.
Ray Kleers cat’s in parquet
Did Jesus have a hot temper?
I feel so gay, it is natural
They are waiting for our partitions.
Say but the word and my sole shall be heeled.
Guarded the angels from seven acolytes
Hail glorious St Hat Trick.
Lord, it’s hearsay.
Lord, I’m the worser
Forgive all dear trespassers.
Blessed is the root of thy broom.
Pay for us now and the whore at our death.
I believe in none ,God.
The communion of taints.
But Joseph had a bee.
Jesus wants me for his bathroom.
The Ten Demanding Torments are here.
Have you paid your wrecks yet?
For all the saints who laboured at their texts
For all the painted ghosts
Remember man, thy tart is bust
Ash to ash,dust not the frost
Forgive us an hour’s trespassing and we shall be over the moon
Please do as you would have fun by
I am God”s losing person
Satanic Curse.
Pray,Father,give me your venom
Through my vault,through my thieving vault
I heard a bill fall twide.
Why are you queer,Nehemia? Sorry, why are you dear?
Jeremiah hid in a wave.He couldn’t fund a whale.
God sent a form and a bad temper, but the Word was not on the Form
She was like a centipede married to a mouse.What a feat!
No ro.om for mourning: he’s gone out
Into the noisy glen, or stands between the stones
Of the gaunt ridge, or you’ll hear his shout
Rolling among the screes, he being a boy again.
He’ll never fail nor die
And if they laid his bones
In the wet vaults or iron sarcophagi
Of fame, he’d rise at the first summer rain
And stride across the hills to seek
His rest among the broken lands and clouds.
He was a stormy day, a granite peak
Spearing the sky; and look, about its base
Words flowing like crocuses in the hanging woods,
Blank though the dalehead and the bony face.
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Greek mythology, Hades is both the land of the dead and the god who rules there. Hades the god (who the Greeks also called Pluto) is the brother of Zeus and Poseidon, who rule the skies and the seas. The realm called Hades, where he rules with his wife Persephone, is the region under the earth, full of mineral wealth and fertility and home to dead souls. Hades today is sometimes used as a polite term for Hell (“It’s hotter than Hades in here!”).
So what will you go with?
It’s a pity that we have so many organs if you want if we only had one or two organs it would be easier to look after ourselves.
Will it be your heart or your lungs your liver your kidneys youbrain
If we had a so few organs we would not presume to be human.
So that’s no good is it?
The more complex the being the more ways that are for it to go wrong
That’s why I chose the washing machine with the least number of programmes on it.
You might want a wool wash.
But you don’t need an acrylic wash.
I remember the tedium of washing jumpers in the winter and drying them flat.
When I was a child we wore them right through the winter and we only washed them when the war of the weather arrived
You can saying it this typing with the voice leaves a lot of arrows and what we riot
My heart was not in mathematics
Looks like you spent 7 years of study to find that out.
At least it was a possibility.
Anyone moderately intelligent would not look for heart in something so cold and austere
That is hostile. It’s positively insulting
Thank you very much.I I’m making real progress now.
What kind of job would require you to be insulting?
Prime minister member of parliament judge..
Do you have to spend the money taking a course when most people can be insulting without any effort at all,?
Do you really believe that that is true?
Don’t be so literal minded.
You want to say 1that most people would ask for Johnson to give moral guidance for their children?
Well in the sense that you can say whatever you see him doing it will be wise to do the opposite.
So instead of loving a woman I would have to love a man? Is a woman the opposite of a man?
Not nowadays
Instead of telling lies tell the truth that is the opposite.p
Like when someone asks me how many children I have I should say 49?
If you really do have 49 children.
Uncountably many?
How could you have uncountably many children?
If you had never learned to count or only up to two.
That won’t do, in mathematics uncountable means can never be counted by anybody.
How can we be sure that someone who was not yet born would be able to count what we now think uncountable?
Because it has nothing to do with the person who’s counting it is inherent in the set of objects such as the r11111eal numbers.
It’s been proved that the set of all real numbers can never be counted.
And what is that useful for ?
We don’t worry about that in mathematics.
Well good luck and goodbye
But it shows there are more things in this world than we dream of.Even our dreams are startling and complex.
Why?
We don’t know yet.
So just enjoy them
Yes.


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Transubstantiation is
a] A town in Romania
b]Part of the Wholly Roman Empire
c] Part of Rome
d] Advanced calculated substitution algebra
e] A Latin newspaper
f] All of the above
g] None of the above
h] A new cookery book.
i] The missing link
j] An idea
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What to me may seem a worthless weed
Bears its little flowers to create seeds
Thus it spreads itself as Love requires
Humble speedwell,hear of our desires.
In the pavements cracks were home to grass
The sidestep slabs were broken like thick glass
When heavy frost came, rain formed frozen pools
I trod in them as I tore up to school
The crackling ice, the mist dropped on the park
Our ginger cat, the trees, the dog that barked
Our mother in the kitchen making tea
The oven by the fire, the big door key
Little signs spark tender memories
The future fiction, gone the past abyss
The crackling ice, the mist dropped on the park
Our ginger cat, the trees, the dog that barked
Our mother in the kitchen making tea
The oven by the fire, the big door key
What to me may seem a worthless weed
Bears its little flowers to create seeds
Thus it spreads itself as Love requires
Humble speedwell,hear of our desires.
In the pavements cracks were home to grass
The sidestep slabs were broken like thick glass
When heavy frost came, rain formed frozen pools
I trod in them as I tore up to school
The crackling ice, the mist dropped on the park
Our ginger cat, the trees, the dog that barked
Our mother in the kitchen making tea
The oven by the fire, the big door key
Little signs spark tender memories
The future fiction, gone the past abyss
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Hostile language Language that escalates Strategies
One of the most important skills of a mediator or a negotiator, is to recognize hostile, escalating language and know how to quickly deflect or cool it down. Linguist and novelist Suzette Haden Elgin discusses the connections between language and conflict in her many books–well worth reading for anyone who finds themselves handling hot conversations.
Acknowledging that there are times when escalating a conflict is the appropriate thing to do, if your ultimate goal is discussion and some kind of mutual agreement, how you bring that conflict into the open and force others to deal w



One of the most important skills of a mediator or a negotiator, is to recognize hostile, escalating language and know how to quickly deflect or cool it down. Linguist and novelist Suzette Haden Elgin discusses the connections between language and conflict in her many books–well worth reading for anyone who finds themselves handling hot conversations.
Acknowledging that there are times when escalating a conflict is the appropriate thing to do, if your ultimate goal is discussion and some kind of mutual agreement, how you bring that conflict into the open and force others to deal with it–the langua
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The music of the fountain in the pond
The warmth of July sun on face and hands
How you liked sit here for an hour.
And how you loved the shrubs and little flowers.
I still can’t be here without feeling sad.
And yet inside my heart I’m also glad.
For while you lost your appetite for food
Sitting in the courtyard did you good.
And when the little tulips shared their heads
Your joy was sweet, my lover oh our bed.
When you were too weak to hug me more
The images of tulips through me poured.
I close my eyes and see them once again
This helps me survive the grievous pain.
For joy and woe are woven and are one.
The fabric of our life can’t be undone

https://www.nytimes.com/guides/well/how-to-deal-with-stress
The study found that having a lot of stress in your life was not linked with premature death. But having a lot of stress in your life and believing it was taking a toll on your health increased risk of premature death
They got a primer about the physical stress response and were told how a higher heart rate, faster breathing and internal jitters were all tools for making you strong

You can practice for everyday stress in similar ways, by putting yourself in challenging situations. The good news is that practicing stress can actually be enjoyable, even thrilling. The key is to push yourself out of your comfort zone. Here are some suggestions:
Not only will challenging experiences give you more confidence, but the repeated exposure to stressful situations can also change your body’s biological response to stress. Your stress hormones become less responsive, allowing you to better handle stress when it comes.
Dr. Dennis Charney, a psychiatrist and the dean of the Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai in New York City, notes that programs like Outward Bound and basic military training are all designed to make people uncomfortable and build their skills so that they will be better able to handle stress later on. When his children were young, he took them on adventure trips that included “a degree of anxiety” like exposure to wildlife or kayaking in remote areas as a way to build confidence and prepare them to deal with stressful events. Putting yourself or your children in difficult social situations or speaking in public can help adults and children accumulate social and intellectual skills that help in times of stress.
“Live your life in a way that you get the skills that enable you to handle stress,” says Dr. Charney. “Put yourself out of your comfort zone.”
Another factor in how you handle a stressful situation is resilience. The American Psychological Association defines resilience this way:
Resilience is the process of adapting well in the face of adversity, trauma, tragedy, threats or significant sources of stress — such as family and relationship problems, serious health problems or workplace and financial stressors. It means “bouncing back” from difficult experiences.
You can boost your resilience in a number of ways. In the book “Resilience: The Science of Mastering Life’s Greatest Challenges,” the authors, Dr. Steven M. Southwick
a stressful event. They were told how the body’s stress response evolved to help us succeed, and that the increased arousal symptoms of stress can aid your performance during times of stress. The bottom line of the lesson was this: In a tough situation, stress makes you stronger.
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It’s getting late but no one brought my dinner
I’m not hungry I shan’t bother to eat
Some people like anything but I don’t
I want butter beans flour cakes or teacakes
I want chips fried in beef dripping
Yeah I don’t like just anything
To make your own dinner requires work
But you can choose what you want
You don’t care
Then that’s alright
if I didn’t eat I would die eventually
but it would be painful
My reptile brain is still switched on.
The crocodile wants to eat maybe a human being
The mammal has my orders to go to a restaurant and get some French food
The human is wondering how much money I’ve got left and trying to to make sense of this life
But that ruins my appetite. Lose weight
The animal in me is anxious but I can see a lion but no one else could see
I will escape this because my adrenaline is pumping
but those relaxed people will die.
It’s a simple as that

They are like some other beings altogether
the cry more animal than human
The wordless pathos,
musical,disturbing
They have gone back to a troubled and unimagined infancy
but no mother responds to such a nightmare of overgrown voice boxes
the cry of a rabbit wolf in a trap
it’s the shriek in the wall cry of a baby in a psychotic nightmare.
Nicholas haunts Sylvia in the evocative memory of Ariel
And so it will end for you and me
Trapped in this old body with its old brain
on and on they cry
help me, help me,help me
nurse nurse
I want the manager I want the manager
I don’t want to be here I don’t want to be here
I want to go home
Help me
we don’t listen because they have dementia
what they say has no meaning.
that’s our defence
I am the norm
You are abnormal
but you smiled when I asked you if you would like your hair dyed pink
and I know you love the music therapist.
Your smell repels
Alas
Is this where Jesus dwells
If you did this to the least of my little ones, you did it to me. We
you haven’t forgotten about Eros
you are still hoping to find love
you are not dead yet but you can’ wait to go home

Every look we cast at others strikes
July 25, 2017
Before we go to bed we vegetate
No need for teacher but a compost heap.
And as we vegetate, we drift to sleep
While in our dreams our other mind debates
But mostly we’re unknowing in this dark
Where God himself may manifest at will.
His dazzling darkness makes our souls be still
And wait a strike by living, glowing spark.
But in the morning, we come back to strife
Take up our work and suffer every stroke.
From sapling to the oldest, strongest oak
Each thing must choose again its proper life
Every look we cast at others strikes
Reflects and shows us what we have become
And when there is no movement, we are done
Our mind and heart have chosen what they like.
So in our end, we vegetate again
And no more rise to labour in the day
For now, we fertilise the fields passed on our way
And show the end of woman and of man.
A daily round becomes our life and death.
We live because we’re breathed by sacredness.

Why is Shakespeare right about Julie’s tweezers ?
Why did Lady Macbeth hace such a bad amputation?
Who said, a thing of beauty is a toy forever?
What is the right time?
Why do people say it sucks when it’s babies that suck?
But can you think of any?
I can’t
How is it that children fail maths at school yet they can do do anything at all with computers tablets smartphones or without really seeming to make an effort?
It must be osmosis.
Why can’t you learn mathematics by osmosis?
They don’t want you to to because it would take work away from us nerds.
So just forget it
The four letter words are two common now so we will have to have 5-letter words.

A, an, and the: how to use articles in English
Extract:
Many learners of English have problems with articles (the words a, an and the), especially when they don’t exist in their own language. This blog looks at some of the basic rules.
The number one rule is this: if a word is countable (e.g. one book, two books), you must always use an article (or my, his, etc.):
I read a book. √
I read book.
This is true even if there are adjectives before the noun:
He drives an old car. √
He drives old car.
Never use a or an with a word that is plural (e.g. books, trees) or uncountable (e.g. water, advice):
I asked her for advice. √

When will we find out own song to sing
Where is the melody where are the words?
Two different parts that make up one song
The fiddlers will play and the church bells will ring
High in the sky is the warbling of birds
When will we discover our own song to sing?
All over the world we speak different tongues
That won’t detract from the beauty we heard
Two complete parts that make up one song
Inside out being our human heart stirred
The music a shelter to which we can cling
The community choir the happiest throng
The love of the madness,the love of the word..
Don’t wait forever to find your own song
Our human gifts will take life when they’re shared
Let nothing destroy love, let us not be scared
We are not enemies we can belong.
The Far and the Near contribute to this end.
Apparently Oxford students must sit exams with no clothes on
What about menstruating people?
Stop being so negative
I always try to face reality
Everyone will have to wear a napkin
And who is going to pay for these?
Who do you think?
The general public, of course
There are no men’s and women’s toilets
So who are the toilets for?
Anybody.
But not men or women?
Not labelled as such
I don’t want to walk in and see men peeing blatantly
You’ve seen them on the beaches, you’ve seen them on the sands
Who are you,
Winston Churchill?’t
Who is he?
You don’t know?
I’m just teasing you.He was our War Leader
I can’t imagine Boris leading us.We never see him
The invisible man made flesh
Why are these leaders going downhill?
To evade the enemy within
What’s that?
Constipation
How ridiculous!
But they have glycerin suppositories
They can’t use those in War
No,we fire them at our enemy
Who is that?
We’ve not decided yet
Rome or the Palestinian Territories
They won’t harm us, they have no army
Yes, that’s what is so cunning
See a doctor asap
Why?
Never ask the reason why
Why not?
It’s a doctrine
Does it breed?
Not here.Do you
I try my best
It’s not good enough
I know that.
Can’t you do better?
No,I am at my wits’ end
At least you can punctuate
What is grammar without a text?
Why, you are bright after all.I will make you
The Vice Chancellor
What type of vice?
Do stop tormenting me.Make it up as you go along
Is that what you do?
Yes, it’s all I have from 7 years of higher education
Even higher education can be low in the UK
So true.
hhill?

https://www.theatlantic.com/education/archive/2014/04/why-teaching-poetry-is-so-important/360346/
“Students can learn how to utilize grammar in their own writing by studying how poets do—and do not—abide by traditional writing rules in their work. Poetry can teach writing and grammar conventions by showing what happens when poets strip them away or pervert them for effect. Dickinson often capitalizes common nouns and uses dashes instead of commas to note sudden shifts in focus. Agee uses colons to create dramatic, speech-like pauses. Cummings of course rebels completely. He usually eschews capitalization in his proto-text message poetry, wrapping frequent asides in parentheses and leaving last lines dangling on their pages, period-less. In “next to of course god america i,” Cummings strings together, in the first 13 lines, a cavalcade of jingoistic catch-phrases a politician might utter, and the lack of punctuation slowing down and organizing the assault accentuates their unintelligibility and banality and heightens the satire. The abuse of conventions helps make the point. In class, it can help a teacher explain the exhausting effect of run-on sentences—or illustrate how clichés weaken an argument.
Yet, despite all of the benefits poetry brings to the classroom, I have been hesitant to use poems as a mere tool for teaching grammar conventions. Even the in-class disembowelment of a poem’s meaning can diminish the personal, even transcendent, experience of reading a poem. Billy Collins characterizes the latter as a “deadening” act that obscures the poem beneath the puffed-up importance of its interpretation. In his poem “Introduction to Poetry,” he writes: “all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope/and torture a confession out of it./They begin beating it with a hose/to find out what it really means.””
A bird taps on this window every day,
Frail as flying leaves are in a gale.
But now he perches on the potted bay.
He feels the weather like the blind do braille.
This bird is faithful and I hold him dear.
He’s fearless as he pecks upon the glass.
We hope he has a modicum of fear,
For who knows when a sparrow hawk will pass?
I see him like a human soul forlorn
Struggling to discern a newer way.
For soon he may be taken by a storm
But blithely he will eat, and after play.
The smallest bird has trust in the Unknown
By his example, our own way is shown
The cause of sadness also shows its end;
That we let go the loved one and remain.
Such comfort,aid and love we have from friends
Helps us bear the heart’s most dangerous pain.
But if our friends fear their own hidden grief.
If sorrow is never let to touch their heart;
Then friendship’s stolen by a nervous thief;
As wishing to retain our self,we part.
The friends who sit in silent company
Who look for no reward yet love us true
Who show, quite clear, desireless empathy;
They are friends who warmth and hope imbue.
Patient silence may do more than words
The utterance of the heart is not absurd.
I want you what it would be like if I use speech to text and did no corrections because easy my hands hurt
Even with something very simple it could come out very old
It has lots of words source and some of them are much more heavily than others so it’s nice to put one of those in so what you writing because that’s the most likely want to be correct but it is not necessarily the one that you wanted what the computer thinks is correct it’s not hurt
Sometimes we do the simple things our self. When we are with a friend try to fix what they say in 2 what is the most common inside our head but it might not be what they mean preceding people can be fraught with errors to 2
Keighley reminders of someone we love or someone we hate or a fighting girl it’s all brown is trying to fit the new reality into the patterns we have become familiar from the past
Mary Oliver arguments ikos bye people filling in too many places with the old vision and not with what their country is there open their eyes properly in a sentence
It’s time for lunch and then I’m going to eat a chocolate from a box I have just got to celebrate
My help from NHS England
Do you have problem with your doctor or similar NHS England are very useful indeed and swift to act

Do you remember before type C USB cords?
Before robot vacuum cleaners
Before swiping
Before digital cameras
Before smartphones with cameras
Before you could charge 4 things at once
Before you could charge anything.
Where we had telephone kiosks
And we got paper envelopes with letters inside
Before we could have live chats
With British gas or e.ON
When the children playing out of doors
Were we arguing about which TV programme to watch
When now we have our own screens
When will we stop having sex with another person
Yet we will have to fantasise or look at porn
There will be no exit from our heads
The vacuum cleaner will still work night and day

Do you remember before type C USB cords
Before robot vacuum cleaners
Before swiping
For digital cameras
Before smartphones with cameras
Before you could charge 4 things at once
Before you could charge anything.
Where we had telephone kiosks
And we got paper envelopes with letters inside
Before we can have live chats
With British gas or e.ON
When the street was busy with women at home and children playing out of doors
Were we arguing about which TV programme to watch
When I know we have our own screens
When will we stop having sex with another person
Yet we will have to fantasise or look at porn
There will be no exit from our heads
While my husband kissed me in our bed
Our cat would lounge on top and lick his head
No matter what gyrations that cat saw
All he did was pat us with his paws
The happy days of learning, how love feels
How to entertain with spicy meals
Of walking by warm rivers hand in hand
Watching coots and moorhens ,washing pans
Buying an old kettle in a Sale
Driving out to Ongar ,stubble fires
Smokey Essex cornfields, insects’ pyres
Driving down the Saxon Cliffs at Hythe
Soft teal Sea,Capel le Ferne, men’s eyes
Happy in a cottage in the wilds
Singing with the birds, we walked for miles
Kersey where the ducks bathe in the street
Kissing in the hedges, oh my Sweet
Getting our own garden, growing beans
Growing spinach, lettuce and snap peas
Picking our blackcurrants, making tea
Making jam from raspberries what glee
This proves that when you marry love won’t end
Cooking dinners talking with our friends
Wearing jeans and hair so long it flowed
My husband liked to brush it till it glowed
I dream some nights my hair is still like that
And how the cat slept with his paws in it
How his father died and mother grieved
Life is joy and pain and knotted love
On we went, that love was what we grew
Though anger did rise up and strain the glue
First the cat died, then my man went too
I will not sleep with ghosts when I love you
