He sent me a fragment, of my sentence.
Thirty,I cannot speak.
Is it days or years?Let’s split the infin-itive.
I never knew Oxford was full of, commas
Did you?
Yes,of course.
A spliced comma is like a rope
Used for tying up boats.
The strands are inter-linked to for a new whole.
That is the theory or ,more correctly, the image or metaphor..
Can a theory be  a simile?
I do not mean smilie.
Though I do, like a smile,
Cheer you up
If you can see
The Oxford Comma is taught in New Zealand but not in Oxford.

https://blog.minitab.com/blog/real-world-quality-improvement/accuracy-vs-precision-whats-the-difference

I fell to the ground when I saw  through a hotel window,Lincoln Cathedral floodlit at Easter rime
And also when I saw a Picasso drawing.
Put elastoplast on a broken tooth [ no use]
Cut my sister’s hair so short, it looked like she had nits.I was trying to get both sides even and we didn’t go to  a hairdresser
Went to the public library twice a day [ as a child]
Stopped correcting a colleague’s lack of  absolute  precision in his maths lectures in fronr of the students
Wore a skirt I bought for 6d [2.5  pence in modern money] to go out for dinner.
I got it in a jumble sale
Lacking knowledge of how to dress wore dresses miles to big for me to go out with my boyfriends on the principle, if you can get into it, then it’s ok.I had no idea of sizing etc as
my mother made our clothes.I was so thin that almost everything was too big
including a horrible grey men’s duffelcoat [very warm]
Went to church daily to tell God I hated him.No answer!Gave up
Climbed up a cliff like structure near Ilkley and could not get down.A kind man helped me
Asked my mother if I could go to University when I was five ….

Should have vs Should of

This is traditional grammar but as time goes by grammar changes a little
I should think so!

“For it is only habit and memory that dulls the physical passion. Without memory, each night is the first night, each morning is the first morning, each kiss and touch are the first.”
― Alan Lightman, Einstein’s Dreams

Nightmares full of clocks without their dials
Obsessions,time and space and Einstein’s errors
Feeling I will soon  face scornful trials
As armed police arrive to scan my files
Nightmares full of useless clocks undialled
Without the face there is no plangent smile
Eyeless as in Gaza,   flung by  terror
Nightmares full of clocks without their dials
Obsessions,time and space and Einstein’s  power.

We  keep ourselves  afloat by  simple rules
Each country keeps a common time and date
Forget this and they’ll feel you are a fool

We need our clocks, we need a brief schedule
We need a phone or watch so we’re not late
We  keep ourselves  afloat by  simple rules

However  we may get obsessed and cruel
Moderation is a pleasant state
Forget this and you’ll feel you are a fool

We do not live in prison,unlike school
We need our inch of freedom,life’s not fate
We  keep ourselves  afloat by  simple rules

Don’t  be a wooden puppet or a tool
The frame, the rules allow us to create
Forget this and you’ll feel you are a fool

Flex the rules, it;s easy to stagnate
Ask for pardon,  love will be your mate
We  keep ourselves  afloat by  simple rules
Ignore this and you’ll learn you are a fool

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I’d like to know what you think about what I have written below.

“I have never dwelt in realms of gold;
But there are many stories never told.
Suffering our own sentences we find
A home that welcomes, our more liberal minds”

If you examine the last sentence, you will see that the comma makes a big difference

Without a comma, we already have more liberal minds but need a home for them.
With the comma,  in finding a welcoming home we will then be able to discover our more liberal minds.I
If we don’t feel safe then  our minds will  become narrower, more defensive.This seems to be what has happened in British politics since the Referendum
On the other hand, just in my little street we are helping each other and it is so good  to feel neighbours will help me get food or Prescriptions.Trouble can draw us together
We have a page for our street and some photos like  our last Street Party.Try to set one up in your street.

Broken teeth and feet of clay
Sunday now so let us pray
Lord we’re lost and ruled by knaves
Yet they tell us we are saved
Pray for peace and pray for aid
Pray for drowning emigres
How can  the rich toy with  young girls
Deny they’ve sinned,deny they erred
Why are people still so poor
Making clothes for us to wear
Better by a million  times
Was saving up  and playing games
 I bought  my satchel, bought my pen
Then  my life  of  rhymes began
Come back neighbours, come back care
We are here and   we will dare
Love as if  today’s your last
Life goes by,  let’s be our best

I  meant to write earlier but as I was sitting here  musing,i heard a strange noise.I could not figure out what it was at all
Until I discovered I had been sitting on  a battery operated tin opener
During the night,I  thought I heard a sound like siren but  quieter
I walked about  but could not locate it.I went back to bed but still heard
After a while I thought it must be 8.00 am but it was only 6 am
So I decided lying down was better for my knees……..
So you understand  why I am a bit behind schedule…. as I also  found my account book and lost it again when it was next to me on a little table.
I deccided I hate  Noam Chomsky.I have no reason for that except he seems to be productive despite being  rather aged.Why should I have a reason?Well, we can’t go round hating people for no reason.Maybe they  remind us of some relative who was often cruel, maybe it’s something from before we learned language… an atmosphere?
So if we hate someone, it’s more about us than them
That is all I can say  don’t drop a battery operated tooth brush into the bath  or someone will think a bomb is going off

Please buy  a bicycle and sell your car

Please do not steal this Road Sign.

This Sign was  made by mistake.We may use it eventually

The next Sign  tells you where the toilets are.It’s about 50 miles down the road

 Danger.Floods.Please don’t pass water on this road.

Do not take a selfie with this sign.It may create a paradox

If you want  fish and chips, do NOT ring 999.

If you are psychic, are there traffic jams ahead?

I am no longer me, a treasured wife
I  drop abandoned,like a dirty sheet
I  crawl up this  sheer mountain, it’s my life

I curse the name of God in my pained strife
All my home’s in chaos, none to greet
I am no longer me, a treasured wife

I  become  so still, I’m mesmerised
A soft grey creature from damp Irish peat
I   can’t crawl up this mountain,  where’s my life?

Loch Ness has its depth, the monsters thrive
Do not let me be their  food, their meat
I am no longer me  a treasured wife

A solution, what can be contrived
Every piece of anarchy will greet
Where is my former self when love has died?

Writing is an abstract  form of speech
One can  learn, though my mind has itd ditch
I am no longer a much treasured wife
I  crawl up this  mountain , this is life

Please ignore all road signs.
Danger, floods ahead
Danger,old folk bathing in puddle
Danger,lower the lifeboat
If you know sign language, please  indicate.
Do not  drive past or through this sign.
We told you.
Quicksands,please lie flat and do not wriggle.
Thank you for visiting Morecambe.Come again soon unless dead
Morecambe, the haunted Lancashire shore.

Travelling down these sentences we find
Unknown,unsought, unthought, but always real
A home where we can rest our fragile minds

The people dropped,the habits left behind.
The good, the mediocre, what we steal
While travelling with the sentences we find

The hate that frees,the love that too close binds
The heart, the soul, the body, how we feel
For homes where we can rest our fragile minds

The touch that chills, the distances unkind
Unwished for yet demanding all the soul.
Unravelling are our sentences unblind

. The freezing looks,the glories undermined
Ill timed,ill gotten, ills both new and old,
Hedge homes where we could rest our fragile minds

I have never dwelt in realms of gold;
But there are many stories never told.
Suffering our own sentences we find
A home that welcomes, our more liberal minds

Hello, this  is my fiancee ,Amy.
How dare you get married?
It’s simple.we just say, I do.
But I’m your mother
I don’t!

What is for dinner today?
It’s on page 674 ,Fanny Farmer

Can I have a  new bicycle?
It’s ” may I’
Funny name for a bike.

Where are the eggs?
We have enough children already

I am going out  tonight
You sound like a candle
That’s why I am going out

Were you always rude?
No, just since I got married
That’s awful
Well, it’s worth it
Why?
I am afraid of the dark
But what about the day time?
She works 12 hours a day
At what?
A hospital
I understand the stress.
She’s a psychiatrist
They are the worst
At what?
Keeping calm

1  Do not stop your car to read this sign.Thank you
2. If you can’t read this sign get your eyes tested~unless you are illiterate
3 This sign is not here till further notice
4.This sign is here but don’t look at it
5  Harald Bluetooth, please call the police.
6.This sign is due to be painted so please take a photograph  of it for future use.
7.This sign  is paid for by the   local hospital to let you know
they have no A & E now.Please drive carefully.
8.Hollow road ahead liable to  flooding
9. This water is dangerous.Please don’t drink it
10 This sign is the last one before Hardknott Pass.Look at the road.Do not panic.Very few cars  have fallen off since Xmas

 Oh,longhead Viking, who were my forebears
Eric Bloodaxe,Harald  Bluetooth,Cnut?
Their lady wives as vicious as the men
Who  will  love me true or give the boot?

I blame you not for fearing my hot breath
Yet I am  ancient Roman,British,Welsh
A thousand years have passed, but I am here
With Danish eyes and hair, but bones of Celt

Hence my  double joints and  glaring eye
My golden hair  in trouble with its plaits
My legs are bowed,my feet can terrify
Why not send me  home to   feed the cat

Britain   has succumbed to Viking   blood
We’ve’conquered you again, oh men of wood

After all the wars,love still endures
Grace comes through the cracks, grace is the cure
Babies born in tents  on wet cold ground
Eerie  through the trees comes labour’s sound

But grace, like rain, needs openness and care
How can these refugees  bear children  here?
We enclose ourselves  in  fictive webs
Netflix,Prime , the BBC, the bed

We do not want to see the sky and stars
Downing gin and cocaine in the bar
We have  plastic lawns and paper flowers
From the   handmade dog to City Towers

There is a door but who can spot it now?
No poverty,no chastity no now

Joy sings now in golden light

Though after day comes black of night.

The moon is rising by gray trees

This world is where I want to be.

I want the day, I want the night

I want the day. I want the light.

I want to see and to be seen,

I want to  float into my dreams.

The sun has set , gray clouds turn black,

The day just gone will not come back.

I’ll rest in quiet reverie

Until the Reapers’s scythe takes me.

And then I drop and mix with dust,

As worms and beetles sate their lust.

I fall into ten thousand motes

In  sweet light ,dance music’s notes.

No more striving.no more ambition,

No more fighting,nor competition.

Every particle’s the same,

Without even a personal 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

There seems to be  a mystery inside
That is as big as what is called outside
A world of endless depth, of vision too
As large as all the oceans green and blue

In these depths do monsters swim untamed
Or sacred angels  of the nameless Name?
Is what we see a product of  our needs
And what all humans have, a lonely greed?

Ethics  and our values  make me think
Be careful as you listen not to blink
The  moment when the eye is  closed is short
Yet gives a gargoyle time to make its point

Strange creations, faces  that bring fear
Decorate  cathedrals as they sneer

Baked beans on adders ‘ tongues
Adder baked and multiplied  with loaves, no fish left.
Ten lizards doused  in olive oil and brandy [flamed]
Deep fried eels in batter with chips [optional]
Bamboo  and ducks’ legs in a nest {Duck dead}
Roast potatoes  with gingered  leaves and topside
Beans in lentils brewed with whiskey with side salad

Jellied raspberries  and creme faux gay
Transparent loaf  with sardines  teeth  filling
Nail filings on  jumbo strawberries with artifical, artificial cream [ 2 negative may not make a positive]