I confess to cruelty

I confess I killed a dandelion

If not so it weren’t for lack of trying.

I abused a buttercup last year

I filled it full of tea and not of tears

The daisy has complained I hurt her tongue.

I never knew she had one was I wrong?

N

Oh,aye

He never met my eyes.

You knew he never kept appointments.Whete did you put them? On the piano?

Maybe they rolled inside.

Is it a Grand?

A grand, it’s a long time since you bought a piano.

Well, how often do you buy a piano?

It depends on the children.

How?

They hide inside.

Did they meet your eyes?

Only the glass ones

I think I will put a mask on

What sort of mask?

An I mask, of course.

Fascism and post modernism

I found this on my old blog.I did not write it

R

“A world view quite similar to Nazism, Fascism was a pagan religion with worship of the state….main arguments…..

Like postmodernism, fascism promoted the view that reality is a social construct and that all cultures determine their own values. Vieth wrote: most people do not realise the tenets of postmodernism have been tried before in a political system, cultural determinism… The rejection of the transcendent, the rejection of Reason and the revolutionary critique of the existing order are tenets not only of postmodernism but also of fascism.”s

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Love guides the route

Signs and symbols guide the route.

Love gives the soul her appetite.

Though the night is black and starless,

The inner guide is never careless.

The notes are struck,the tune is played,

Plain melodies are overlaid.

In this chant and benediction,

Healing comes for desolation.

Though the passage way is narrow,

This road is the one to follow.

Struggling through the mud and mire,

We see,in darkness, tongues of fire.

The sacred centre of our life

Is never found without some strife.

Just then, the dark and light combine.

To create a symbol for the mind

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?

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

No meaning

Alfred hates equat

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?

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

How poetry can change lives

Katherine's avatarHow my heart speaks

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http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/poetryandplaybookreviews/9020436/How-poetry-can-change-lives.html

“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

Katherine's avatarHow my heart speaks

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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?