With a hint of wool

I just saw a ridiculous term   a coat  “with a hint of wool” ?

Strictly speaking, would that not mean it reminded you of wool  while not being wool?

Other uses

Wool blend
A touch of wool
With wool for warmth [30-50%]
With wool …. could be 1.5%
Italian wool fabric [11%]
Winter warmer with wool [ a ball?]

 

 

There is no order, randomness is come

An act of war when no war is declared
 Makes war a problem of the entire world
Now we see    a plane burn  in the air
Was this just an accident bizarre?

No land is  safe,  all  meadows killing fields
We all are soldiers, none of us have shields
We must pretend  for how else can we live
To make   the children safe, what must we give?

Once we had  imperatives,now gone
There is no order,  ethics are undone
War is undeclared , we now shall  share
The fate  so many suffer unprepared

Global  markets lead to global war
The essence of the incident lies bare

New Blue

 

 

 

I wonder what’s the reason  we call a sad mood blue
My fountain pen is coping but I have not got  the glue
I see your eye is staring and I know it is a clue
Send me to the theatre and I will get the cue

I wanted to get  dressed today but I couldn’t find my shoe
I watched a film of cows on heat, all they say is moo
Would they change their attitude if I was  still with you?
Take me to America. take me to the Zoo   

I have got no appetite.I need someone new
The food is very boring,  it’s made with UHU
You put  it in the microwave and send a text or two
Blimey,I forgot it was a homemade real beef stew

Well,  the moon is shining and Paul Robeson  gleams in glee
I want the stars to play with me, they pray for very few

I’m wearing blue

In my fantasy I swear till blue
The  colour of the sea and sky in June
My velvet skirt and tights are the same hue

I have a pair of boots, a tube of glue
In case my skirt falls off in a sand dune
In my fantasy I wear much blue

My skirt did slip down yesterday, it’s true
When I put the key in and it turned
My velvet skirt and tights were  liked by Hugh

Hello, it’s only me so wet with dew
After walking through a mass of ferns
In my fantasy  still wearing blue

When I have a fever or the flu
I wear blue pyjamas as I burn
My velvet house-coat is just that  same blue hue

Should we call the  doctor and complain
The traffic’s swerving round from lane to lane
In my fantasy I’m wearing blue
My velvet skirt and  jacket ,where are you?

 

 

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Test to end the weak

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How any degrees are there in a right mangled triangle?
Is any parallelogram square?
Is a square a rectangle?
How many  angles are there in an ellipse?
How many angels are there altogether?
Can a cube go flat?
Why was there only one snake in Eden?
How many apples did Eve use to make her pudding?
Did you ever get excited by quadratic equations?
Did Q E s want to be solved?
Do you feel equipped to follow my Log?
Why not do it yourself?
Why not have an uncivil partnership?
You saw it here first

What to “wear” in “January”

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Having studied “What to wear in January” in the Guardian,I can only afford the woollen hat
So I shall

1 Wear a  calf  length woollen   coat bought in 2005 in  a Sale over  whatever  clothes
I have kept  moths from eating

or

2 Wear a Gore Tex hooded and quilted parka from TK Maxx in 2007 for £49.99 with a pair of culottes…..pickled in vinegar.

3.Wear 10 wool vests under a coat “with a hint of wool”  and  my pyjamas
” with a hint “of   ” cotton”

4 An old fleece  dressing gown  from the Independent with my husband’s socks and shoes.

5 Grow my hair and wear a throw or ten

Your dinner menu for next week

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1
Soup of the Prey
Onion Croup
Chicken Froth
Vegetarian Bean Duped
Ma’s Night Jelly
Avocado Prayers with Lemon and Olives (Boiled)

2
Corned Beef Crash with Lash
Toad on the Whole
Fish with Lips
Sausages Past
Beef Miaow and Ballad
Roast Pram and Lint Sauce
Holly Flowers Wheeze
Willy Fun Barmy

3
Iced Reams with Rasps
Mice Sudden and Fried Eyedrops
Fresh Foot Salad and Beans
Bilberry mule
Cart Blank Mange
Caramel Bastard
Tiger’s Pudding
Demo Scene Ah
4

Cheese and Whiskers
Toffee au lait
Free Bed and Butter thrown in
Chips with Bolt free for all rages

Pot of Tea free with any blood

Thank you to our customer for praying now and again

The great god Pan

 

 

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https://poets.org/poem/musical-instrument

 

A Musical Instrument

Elizabeth Barrett Browning – 1806-1861

What was he doing, the great god Pan,
 Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
And breaking the golden lilies afloat
 With the dragon-fly on the river.

He tore out a reed, the great god Pan,
 From the deep cool bed of the river:
The limpid water turbidly ran,
And the broken lilies a-dying lay,
And the dragon-fly had fled away,
 Ere he brought it out of the river.

High on the shore sat the great god Pan
 While turbidly flowed the river;
And hacked and hewed as a great god can,
With his hard bleak steel at the patient reed,
Till there was not a sign of the leaf indeed
 To prove it fresh from the river.

He cut it short, did the great god Pan,
 (How tall it stood in the river!)
Then drew the pith, like the heart of a man,
Steadily from the outside ring,
And notched the poor dry empty thing
 In holes, as he sat by the river.

'This is the way,' laughed the great god Pan
 (Laughed while he sat by the river),
'The only way, since gods began
To make sweet music, they could succeed.'
Then, dropping his mouth to a hole in the reed,
 He blew in power by the river.

Sweet, sweet, sweet, O Pan!
 Piercing sweet by the river!
Blinding sweet, O great god Pan!
The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly
 Came back to dream on the river.

Yet half a beast is the great god Pan,
 To laugh as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man:
The true gods sigh for the cost and pain,—
For the reed which grows nevermore again
 As a reed with the reeds in the river.

As the clock ticks

You know you are superfluous,alone
When going to the dentist makes your day
Lying in the chair without a groan
Although you shut your eyes and say a prayer

A gentle hand,  a polite word or four
The nurse who gives you water is so kind
I hope I shall not go there anymore
But what is lurking,waiting in my mind?

Shall I  find dating site and see
The kind of man  attracted by my smile
What is love and what will come to be
I feel a lack of cunning and of wiles.

As the clock ticks, we are  getting old
Who will help us when we feel so cold?

 

Amber eyes

I brought home a kitten from a friend
So tiny yet so fierce he bit my hands
We could not find him  when we came back home
He was   tucked in with the sheet  under the foam

We  had no garden so we  took him out
Wrapped in a wool cardigan,I think
He lay contented on my knee  all day
Looking at the trees and coloured sky

When mature  he roamed the night away
Sleeping in a rocking chair all day
Benjamin, we called him, was run down
In the rush hour by a speeding clown,

The amber eyes of  Benjamin would glow
He gave us  happiness,we  loved him so

Will Picasso have to paint a cow?

How confusing keeping all the rules
What’s your gender, I’m pansexual, you ?
We don’t go to Mass, though bread is cool

Where do ladies store their fragile jewels?
I love you dearly, I will take a vow
How  disarming breaking a few rules

Where are men to keep their virtual  tools?
Will Picasso have to paint a cow?
We don’t go to Mass,  except at Yule

What if  there’s no oil and then no fuel
I  have got a fever, feel my brow
How confusing learning  any rules

Attacking people’s words is very cruel
Gender’s on  a bender anyhow
We  don’t pray though Jesus was no fool

The beauty of John Donne is sexist now
Whom I cannot imitate I sue
How  alluring when “they ” change the rules
We don’t go to Mass, we  do the pools

When we bombed Iraq

Do you remember when we bombed Iraq?
No doubt the war was for  the good of man
Yeah, some would die,  and others feel their lack

By and large, what does it mean to sack?
Real  democracy  was said to be the plan
Do you remember when we bombed Iraq?

In Downing St will Blair have a blue plaque?
His conviction, where did it begin?
Yeah, some would die,  and others feel their lack

Now  the Leader wanders  in the gaps
But we no longer call such deeds a sin
Do you remember when we bombed Iraq?

At night when we can’t sleep, we see  attacks
Where to start, well Trump  suggests Iran
Yeah, some will die, but  there is  heaven   for wrecks

Since we write, we read  our scripts again
Civilised, we use our manners well
Do you remember when we bombed Iraq?
Yeah,  we chose to   follow   Evil’s tracks

 

 

Her pure nylon nightdress covered in snakes

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Annie went onto Mary’s patio at 10 am and  began  to water her many  tubs.The watering can was filled with rain water though the weather was now  a  little drier.Emile ran behind her admiring her  tight  black jeans from Calvin Klein and her red blouse from Bowlands of  Wrath.Suddenly the bedroom window opened and Mary leaned out.
Hi Annie,I have not gone away after all.I
Why not? asked her caring and dear  neighbour loutishly.
Well,I completely forgot because I was out last night meeting a man from Soul-mates and got home so late I slept right through the alarm.
A pity you didn’t bring him back,said Annie licking her lips.
I cant  bring any man here so soon,Mary   informed her.I rang the hotel and cancelled my booking.With the weather so  odd even Blackpool Illuminations would not cheer anyone up.I didn’t know which clothes to take either.
Isn’t it interesting that as we get better off we get problems like that,remarked Annie. When we were young we had so few clothes we had no trouble  packing.
Mary laughed.My first year after University I bought two cotton dresses  in Woolworth’s.I thought they were  ok but later discovered they were almost transparent.Anyway we wore them  and threw them away.But now few women wear dresses.Look at you in those jeans and you a pensioner!
Annie gazed up to Mary, revealing her  thick Revlon skin polish and L’Oreal cream  rich foundation in golden grey-beige.Her parted lips were coated in moisture rich coral lipstick by  Mussolini and Co. of Argentina and Vienna.
Mary was wearing a long nightgown made of pure nylon decorated with photos of cats of all breeds.Emile had given it her for her birthday.He had managed to type it into the google box on his laptop paying with Stan’s credit card from the Bank of Vichy and Nice,France.
I want some tea,Mary said.Soon she appeared in a  polyester house dress from Daxon of Paris and the Ruhr. lt was covered in   pictures of snakes.
Why,those snakes are rather horrible, Annie said.
I know snakes are in fashion but I shall avoid them.I saw some trousers in Marks but they might give a man the wrong impression.
That is sexist ,Mary told her shyly.They might give a lesbian the wrong impression too.
Oh,dear. Isn’t life hard now when we have to be so careful what we say.I wonder if it is because of social alienation and the rapid changes in demographics that we need rules when before we knew all our neighbours and they knew  us.With strangers we need more rules.
I agree, said Mary defiantly.And I just saw a book called “Compassionate Assertiveness Training”She laughed.
Shall we send one to Donald  Trump.Can you  believe what America is like if a man like that can be President?
Well,it’s a democracy so if Satan lived there he could stand if he had  the money..
The two  women suddenly fell silent.Emile was puzzled as they rarely paused like this once they got going
Is he the anti-Christ, purred the little cat.
Satan or Donald Trump? asked Annie.
Well …. we’ve never seen Satan as yet…But we must watch out in case he comes here to punish the weak and the sick.
Well that gave them all a moment of wonder before Mary grilled some bacon and cut some bread from a loaf she got   in  the Victoria Bakery.
Here you are,she said to Annie,handing her a sandwich.Better eat anyway,whatever happens.Give me some  hot tea,quick
And so pray all of us.
For he’s a Bally Woodfiller,
He’s a Wooly Sad Triller
And all day so are us.

Gently dancing in the sun

Gently dancing in the sun,
Wildflowers grow;
they bloom,
are gone.

With no thoughts,they have no cares;
And their lives are gentle prayers.
May I walk in such a way
That I am alive to this day.

So I see with widening view,
And joy and sorrows embrace too.
Then my time will come like yours
And of us nothing shall endure.

As to the earth our bodies go,
All are one;it shall be so

Regret,remorse,reaction,reckless day

Now Cain does not kill Abel his own kin
With his drones he kills men faraway
As if his hatred can’t be held within

We can feel enraged as  can women,men
When others needs decide the game we play
So  envious Cain  killed Abel,  his own kin

In the end , dark Cain could never win
Regret,remorse,reaction,reckless day
 He had no space for  calming rage within

With new powers, Cain  can bomb Iran
Convulsive hate enjoyed, then perhaps dismay?
But Cain does not kill Abel. his own kin

Have  we learned no lessons from Japan?
I am become death,I heard O say
Visions of  the burning with no skin

There  will be reactions some grave day
More death, more suffering, what can  we declare?
If Cain does not kill Abel what comes then?
Does hatred find new targets, distant men?

 

 

Polite force

My husband had never looked  livid
He died down in  ourA and E.
His colour was vivid
His hair was  all withered
He cried,Where the hell do  I be?

I said,you’re in bed with a lady
So I’ll arrange for a speedy divorce.
You’ll have to hurry,
If you wish to re-marry.
If needs be, I shall use  polite force.

He winked at me solemn as Moses
After wandering the Sinai for years.
He said,Dear I love you
There’ no lady above you
Don’t spend too much on my hearse.

Would you like me to marry my lover?
He’s gone cold waiting out in the shed!
He said,don’t ask me yet  for
My  mood’s on a see -saw
Take whom you like when you wed.

But first  give me a nice service
Sing Pie Jesu for me!
Your voice is so sweet
It shall be my last treat.
Oh,Lord,how I  deeply love thee.

I said that is  very ambiguous
Do you love me  best or Jesu?
He said I love both
Yet I love God the most.
So there’s not very much I can do.

He imitated a dying   philanderer.
But alas it was only too real.
My hand on his nose
Almost gave up the ghost.
It froze  and it stuck like a seal.

Oh,doctor can you separate us
For I am not yet quite dead?
My only concern
Is to take a short turn
As my boyfriend is  alone in the shed.

You sinner,the doctor said to me
You committed adultery twice.
Well,I had to be kind
My boyfriend’s half blind.
Is that an excuse for my vice?

I didn’t want love in the garden
As we might have frightened a snail.
It’s not quite  infidelity
To love a man gently
When your husband’s as dead as a nail.

Anyway,my heart is no  longer alive,doc
In the shadow of death ,life is weak
I pretended to be  wicked
As my husband often  bickered
Diabetics  make their carers feel bleak.

I see you were lost in fantasia,
While singing the psalms to your spouse.
I shall forgive you
No-one else lives like you.
You have often kept your wedding vows.

What do you mean saying often?
He’s the only man  I’ve ever loved.
For his sense of humour
Cleared out all my  gloomour
I called him my chicken,my dove.

The force of procreation is violent
And drives lonely women to bed.
God made us like this
As he made  grass snakes hiss.
Upon hearing this the doc fled!

On my feet

My lover is a  man of many words
Most of them are totally absurd
When I asked him why he had to speak
He said ,I was only thinking on my feet

I met him is the staff room  yesterday
He says he is putting on a Shakespeare Play
I guess it’s chance  just who we get to meet
Are we only learning on  our feet ?

He  is  wholly reticent on the phone
His silence makes me feel I am alone
So we went to Express Pizza for a treat
Are we only eating with  our feet ?

He reads Tolstoy, he reads Sherlock  Holmes
He reads those little numbers on the phone
He is a vegetarian,how sweet
Are we keen on keeping off our feet ?

He likes learning languages  so much
 We  have to dream in Yiddish,Greek and Dutch
He has been to Russia. quite discreet
Are they  prone to sleeping on their feet ?

I like cooking lemons and meringues
He is getting  violent hunger pangs
I thought it was a hurricane with sleet
But we  were only  freezing on  our feet

 

We must be creative as we talk
Listen and   pay heed if men look fraught
Lord have mercy, I am far too  light
I am levitating on my feet

The branches  in the breeze  sway , cats miaow

Already sparrows dart between  the shrubs
No asking where to go or what to do
Before the blossom and  emerging bulbs

No outdoor flowers  decorate  my tubs
The waxy flowered cyclamens are few
Already sparrows dart between  the shrubs

As I watch the sparrows my heart ‘s stilled
The  politics, the corrections are subdued
Yet  trees will blossom  over crocus bulbs

The leaders seek to force a war by will
No reflection, certain what to do
Would I were a sparrow on the sill

Will the warships move their mighty hulls?
From bow to stern they ‘re filled with bombs for U
Yet  trees will blossom  over  tiny bulbs

The branches  in the breeze  sway , cats miaow
Was evolution wise for chimpanzees?
Already sparrows dart between  the shrubs
Our species cannibals ,  can we not love?

 

 

 

 

 

Why go to bed when I shall have to rise?

Yes, my husband is a changed man since he died
I have  dreamed  of him  so frequently  he hides
One night we knelt  down on the kitchen floor
With brillo pads in hand we scrubbed the door

Then we cleaned the oven for two hours
Death has given him  such odd new powers
He never speaks nor asks me what to do
Thank the Lord our fireplace  no flue

I see more of him  now  that he is dead
For every night these dreams  live in my head
He does not go to work nor write more books
He goes to Ealing and he wants to cook

Should I buy some ground in the church yard?
I have his ashes standing by the lard
In the fridge the suet   waits for me
To make an apple dumpling for our tea


Oh, yes he likes to know what I shall eat
He starved to death,his heart was far too weak
But yet he likes to see  me eat and sleep
And have a little   cat next to my feet

So far I do not love another man
I should become pan-sexual if I can
For then I need  not worry who to please
I hate to lose myself  but like to tease

Should my husband see   me in the bed
With another pillow and a head
He might feel unwanted  and be sad!
Yet he left me and now I’m feeling mad

Why  clean the oven, clean the kitchen sink?
Why change the plugs and make the cat drink ink?
Why have breakfast, why eat bread and jam?
Why cook bacon in the frying pan?

Why go to bed when I shall have to rise?
Why get up  when I shall later lie?
Why get washed when dirt  comes back again?
Why wash my hair and use a fountain pen?

I wonder why the floor is full of mud
And whether nature gave me enough blood.
Life is so precarious  use it well
Before we hear the  tolling of  the knell

 

 

A glowing screen

Our names wiill come up on a  glowing screen 
This is why we fund the NHS
Everyone  wants fame, to be a scream
But I  just want post traumatic  congress

I sit  down peering   furtively, bizarrely
Eventually I’m sitting there  alone
I knew I’d not fit in that  group of monsters
I am hyper vigilant  when I’m at home

Now I feel both desolate and rejected
They did not want my blood , it is too red
Then I found myself ejected
Without a lump of honey on my bread

The doctor wanted 20 different readings
At this rate it will take forever more
I see a mist of red,  my temper’s  rising
Help me to  the flexi- exit door

If this be love

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If this be love,then let me have your hate.
If you be true then let me hear your lies.
For this,  my heart, your message comes too late.
For now my need is  for the thoughtful wise.

 

If this be marriage,let me have divorce.
If this be holy,  hasten I to hell..
For love comes in its time without such force.
And of its message ?ho am I to tell?

 

If this be love,then let me dwell alone.
If this be love, I will be forever chaste.
Your  love is like a blow that breaks my bones
A love that lays your world and mine to waste

 

Real love can shake us to our inner core.

Of your self centered love. tell me no more

 

The doll

They gave me a small watch on Xmas Day
But with a watch a little child can’t play
I envied both my sisters with  new dolls
As on the old settee the dolls were lulled

I stood  there uncomprehending and alone
Had I reached unknowing a milestone?
Then my sister lent  me one of hers
I broke that little  head  upon my chair

I was holding her with tenderness
Scarcely breathing in my velvet dress
So   I sat down to   rock  my babe  awhile
The horror of   her  cracking head was vile

Now I play with  numbers and with  words
And   look back sadly at that little girl