The garden’s now a Wood ,where dwell three wolves The maple red is now the president And all the laws and rules have been devolved. For the sake of other residents This green country gives heart like mine no grief
For hidden are the houses standing near
And as the wolves dance, I watch with r were leg
Though ants and beetles stand around and stare For wolves are never seen in suburbs tame
I don’t know what to wear in this hot weather Mary said to her friend Annie who lived next door.qr 80
I don’t have many cotton dresses and in any case they don’t seem to be fashionable now even in the summer
What about wearing very low rise jeans with a short top so that the wind will blow onto your midriff and cool you down?
That’s a good idea said Mary I’ll just go upstairs and get dressed would you mind putting the kettle on to make us some tea when I come down again?
Mary went upstairs and wondered what underwear to wear with her low-rise jeans
When she went downstairs her friend admired her navy blue top with polka dots and her chambray trousers
I think it’s a great idea to wear black knickers with your jeans in case you bend over and they become visible
Yes these are my incontinence pants;you can get them in black or white now and I expect in a few years or a few months you’ll be able to get red ones.
I do hope that when you havec had your surgery for your kidney that you will no longer be incontinent.
So do I said Mary balefully. Still it says me from washing and ironing seven pairs of knickers a week
Did you iron your knickers asked her friend in amazement?
Yes because I was told it could kill any bacteria living there which might cause infections but the bacteria were coming from inside my body from the stones in my kidneys
I’ve always thought it’s a pity that if we have to have stones in our kidneys old gallbladder that there’s no gold or silver among them at least we went some money from our condition;
Oh, said Annie I thought you could wear a pair of red knickers over the top of your black incontinence pabts although it might make you look fat. And you still have to wash the red ones even if you didn’t need to iron them
0y next you’ll be suggesting I put a red bra over or under my black one
Marks & Spencer’s profits would rise if women started wearing more underwear butb
it will be very hot
Oh I had better go to the kitchen and make the coffee said Mary hospitably..
She found Emile in the kitchen watching a frog which was trying to get water from the draina goodness me z it’s one interesting difference between cats and human beings cats can kill other living creatures without guilt or fear although some human beings do have that psychopathic ability
If every animal or bird had a birth certificate then it would be possible to register death for them but since there are so many it would be a great strain on the economy of the country
Well I am thinking Emile said that it will not be possible because most animals and birds can’t read and write
Oh how I envy them said Annie because it took me so long to become literate in any case they don’t use a common language like English. Each species has different sounds that they can make but it’s not the same as having words
So true, said Mary and she drank her coffee
How difficult life would be if all the birds in your garden could speak English and talk to you when you go out to fill the bird feeder in the winter crying out that they want roast beef and Yorkshire pudding not bird seeds.
Well let’s just be grateful that apart from Emile most animals cannot speak read or write do not have a common language and do not require houses schools public transport etc
What is the conclusion we can draw from this Mary said to her self
Was the world a better place where most people were illiterate? And they did not need barrel or carrot leg jeans v nor the latest fashion in shoes
And they would keep warm with open fires
Then there would be no company is making millions out of our heating bill wonders noe wondering what to wear
Jack had just taken early retirement from his old job as a maths researcher. in Knittingham university.His large collection of books was overwhelming the home he shared with his excitable French wife Simone.
Simone was still working at the university cleaning computers heads all day long.Now she was hoping that she and Jack could do more entertaining.If only he would get rid of some of the many books he owned!
Simone left for work wearing her new pink cord trousers and a dark blue denim knit jumper with a long lasting beige foundation from Max Factor covering her red complexion.
Jack gave the cat,Louisa, a hot bath in goat’s milk.Now instead of being grey she was cream coloured!
I’ve been dyed,she shrieked politely but Jack never replied.
He pondered,as he dried her what to do with all his maths books.He had thought of making a large collage but who would want it?
Or he could donate them to the university or have a fire in the back garden.
Suddenly he looked up and saw a very charmingly pink faced woman peering into the window.
It was his neighbour Mima whose husband had disappeared last year,possibly inside a wheelie bin,though no-one was sure.
Hello,l,did you want me?” he cried nervously
I thought you might like some company for morning coffee.What a pretty cat.what is her name?”
Louisa was wary of Mima.Maybe the purple trousers and orange jumper might give the cat an epileptic fit… she was a sufferer, just like St Paul.She hoped to be converted but so far was disappointed.She longed to see a vision of heavenly cat food in the sky.
Can cats go to Mass? she mioawed to Jack.
Yes,but they can’t have Communion,he responded furtively
Well,we don’t eat bread but I love wine!
I’ll mention it to the Pope next time I see him,Mima said with a roguish smile.Her make up looked to be waterproof as the drip in the ceiling was right above her head and heavy rain was falling yet her face did not change at all.Was it plastic coated?
But Louisa,you would have to confess your sins.All your sins
I never did a thing wrong in my whole life ,the cat replied haughtily.
Well,you know the Church is only for repentant sinners,so if you never sin,you can’t repent. so it follows indubitably that you can’t join the Church! I studied Aristotle once so
I get all logical with emotion.I only wish I’d got to Wittgenstein..I could have loved that man….though now I seem to recall he was gay…still,who knows?
If that were true about the Church,would Jesus be allowed to join?
Certainly not.He was perfect and also he was Jewish.So why would he want to join a Christian church?
As he began it, he might like to see its holy life,Louisa purred loudly.
Really,I think this is a very odd conversation murmured the parrot,Felix Semper.
Not so odd,responded a tall dark man who just appeared from nowhere.
I am called Jesus he said,but I’m from Malaga.
In Spain many men are called Jesus,he continued mellifluously.
Is that so, cried she murmured tenderly.
I never met a Jesus before.If you married me it would give people a shock if I said I was married to Jesus! she whispered loudly behind her hand.
Marry you! Is it leap year? Women have never proposed to me before.
I was just thinking out loud,she replied demurely in her soft voice.
Nuns used to be married to Jesus and wore a silver wedding ring.
I was educated at a convent school.That’s why I’m so very neurotic.
Are you really neurotic? Jack,screamed neurotically
I have a whole shelf of books by Karen Horney here.Self Analysis, is just one.
I could give it to you now….
Not in front of Jesus,she muttered chastely.
Have you no moral feelings?
No,I’ve never had any feelings of any sort in my entire. bu life but it’s done me no harm.
I’ll ask Simone when she gets back, we’ll see if she agrees!
I’m just like a computer with a human body.
I sometimes think I’d like a suit of silver armour.
Bless you,my child,Jesus murmured.
When they looked up the tall dark man was gone.
They looked around but he had left no footprints.
Should we call the police?He came in with no permission!
How disgraceful.
How dastardly.
How disgusting
How damnable.
How divine.
How dumb.
How deplorable.
So on they murmured until it was time to cook lunch. for the cats and birds.What a morning,what a life.
Don’t you know anybody else? Do you actually want to spend Christmas in a stable?
I thought it seemed more Christmas like to be with the humble and the poor. I will buy the food of course but she will cook it. I don’t know if she’s got an oven but we can always have something like hamburgers on garlic bread with a side salad for one or two only one pound fifty in John Lewis . To be honest I prefer Weetabix to Turkey and I prefer the humble to the rich.
Make a Weetabix stuffing then. Just some sausage meat parsley and some mashed up Weetabix stick it in the turkey and Bob’s your uncle. Don’t you have to cook the turkey then?
Not if you’re an eagle.
Do people eat eagles in other countries?
Well I’ve never heard of it yet but I suppose if there’s nothing else then they will try but the eagle may eat them or at least kill them and then we have the vultures coming.
I thought we were talking about Christmas
Well it’s a bit like psychoanalysis you start talking about whatever is in your mind and you don’t know where you’re going to end up.
What would a psychoanalysts think of me talking about eagles?
It’s impossible to say unless they’ve got to know you very very well and they realize that eagle represents your starving child self driven mad by rage.
I think that’s unfair on eagles actually.
Well they don’t know, do they?
But it might get back to them. Then what would happen if you live in your London suburb?
I don’t think there are eagles in the Chilterns
But what about Whipsnade Zoo though?
I know they’ve got tigers but I doubt very much that they have eagles in there
It makes you realise though doesn’t it how wrong it is to have a zoo
Donald Trump likes eagle soup so they tell me m
What rubbish you’re thinking about mock turtle soup
Do you love eagles?
I don’t know any but I know Terry Eagleton.
He believes it was a mistake to publish iris murdoch’s poetry that was found in the attic of her house in Oxford
Once you’re dead you have no control but why didn’t she destroy it? I suppose she didn’t know she was going to get dementia and when she had that then she wouldn’t have been able to do anything sensible like destroying her poetry
Now there’s a thought at least she didn’t publish hers on the internet
I don’t think she had a computer it would have been anathema to her. She would want to feel the pen moving on the paper and that would connect to some part of her brain
Will Terry Eagleton change his mind or will Rose Mather win the booker prize!?
I have never heard of her before
Neither have I
You must have heard of her or why would you have said her name?
My husband was in the hospital and he tested positive for TV
That’s all right you can turn him on whenever you like
The surgeon drained my knee with a lozenge. Or was it a Syrian? I wish I’d learnt to read when I was blunder
Did they put a primula in the back of your hand first?
She said your knee is twice the normal size, are you in any discomfort?
I knew my stockings were too tight, so I said, no.
She said, you don’t seem to realize the toll this is taking on me.
So I suggested she should change her job.
I was having a problem distinguishing between myself and other people.
She said, all this pain is bad for you. Would you like a morphine patch on your shoulder?
I said, what about putting it on my bladder I would really like that better
She said I’ve never been so consulted in my satired life. You have to put the patch on your skin on top of some blood vessels
So I said, what about putting it over my heart?
Maybe you could inject it right into my heart directly.
That will be assisted dying and it’s not even legal yet so I will be committing murder.
I didn’t realise morphine was so dangerous. And it can make you feel depressed as well as killing you
Have you noticed now that nearly all the doctors are women and they work part-time and they tell you at 8:00 p.m. in A&E,
stop talking because I’ve got children working for me at home.
Is it my fault if they employ foreigners as underage slaves?
Anyway I think I might be going deaf when I recover from all my ailments I have to go to the doctor and say
I can’t hear you
And she will shout
What?
Modern slavery in Britain a serious things l
By the way there are people here we brought from Africa tempted by the offer of money and they are working as carers being paid the minimum wage and their own money to the company that brought them over claiming their needed it for their visas.
It’s a form of modern slavery in my opinion and it’s disgusting I have met some of them and they are lovely people some are qualified teachers and other professionals
The poverty in their home country is great and the life expectation is not very long but this is no reason to exploit them.
One morning Mary went out planning to go into the town to buy some new shoes.
Are you going to buy me some new shoes too, asked Emile her little black cat
I’m sorry but I’m short of money and you’ve got four feet so it’s very expensive to buy you shoes
Well why don’t you buy them on eBay, he asked her politely
I’ve never bought anything on eBay yet said Mary thoughtfully.
How do you know about it?
I discovered that Annie gets her designer clothes from eBay because I saw a package on her doorstep with a big label on it.
Well I didn’t know that I must ask her about it Mary chortled
No no cried the cat she’ll know it’s me that told you
What do you think is going to do? She might be a bit angry.
She doesn’t want me to know that she’s sort of money and can no longer afford to buy a camel coat from Max Mara.
Well most people don’t wear camel coats now or even woolen coats.
Could it be very cruel to camels to remove their coats to give to wealthy Western women or men?Emile sighed with anxiety
Not at all, the camels are probably grateful because it’s very hot living in a desert in the Mediterranean or African part of the world.
Are there camels in the Negev?
I’m very impressed that you have heard of that desert. No I don’t think there are any camels there.
I believe you said Emile cautiously.
Because if there were any camels living there now they would have been rehoused by the Israeli government.
They would have been moved into a town and given their own passports with Israeli citizenship
We are talking about camels here, not people?
Well camels are people to other camels.
Emil it’s a great city that you did not go to Oxford and do a PPE degree like that great man David Cameron who did so much good to this country in 2016.
How are you being ironical the cat cried.
I am trying, said Mary.
Sometimes you are very trying, mother.
Emile I’ve told you before I am not your mother
Well I feel as if you are my mother and I have no other because I can’t remember anything before I was two years old
Your Mother was a cat and she fed you with her own milk
I’m really disappointed to hear that because I thought that I’d been fed by you.
Well you have been fed by me ever since you were weaned from your poor mother.
Why do you call her my poor mother?
Well I am sorry to tell you that she died a year after you were born. She lived down the street near the park and when I heard I said,
please tell the owners that ae would love to have the kitten. Stan himself went down and collected you in a special basket with a rug inside it
Perhaps it was a camel hair rug, Emile cried
I’m afraid I can’t remember but camel hair rugs are not very common in England
No I suppose dog hair rugs would be more common in England
I don’t think the English are patient enough to collect the dog hair and make it into a thread
Perhaps the English used to be patient in the past but since we had the referendum in 2016 we seemed to become like a different people altogether.
Yes,things have gone downhill a lot since we had that referendum. And wasn’t Boris Johnson involved?
I wish that Borus Johnson had gone to them with the camels in the desert wherever that might be
Perhaps we could move to a desert the cat queried
What will the expense of the electricity in the gas this winter I think a lot of people might be wanting to move to the desert but you’ve got to be careful with deserts.
Why said the cat curiously?
Because they are often used for testing weapons.
If it was still catapults and bows and arrows it wouldn’t be so bad but we cannot imagine the kind of weapons the forever available to folj with enough money to buy them.
Well that’s very sad Emile cautiously.
At the bus stop Maty met her friend Nelly
Where are you going asked Nelly?
Do you know I’ve had such a long conversations with my cat that I can’t remember anything at all so I think I’m going to go home and make a cup of tea. Why don’t you come with me; you can always do your shopping later.
The women returned to Mary’s house and sat down gratefully in the pink woollen armchairs in the sitting room
They had quite forgotten that there was no one there to make them a cup of tea but fortunately the doorbell rang and in-ran Dave the transvestite paramedic. He was wearing a camel hair coat and white hat
Thank God you’re here he cried
I just need to make some tea for somebody so that I can have some myself.
How fortunate these women were they did not realise as they were so used to being looked after by men or even cats.
Mary saw the bus was due in five minutes.She applied some sunscreen and combed her hair gently with a cake fork while she wondered why she was going out.She looked into her phone camera to get her hair in order Alas, the familiar footsteps of Annie were heard on the patio.In she flew dressed in red and brown like a robin in winter except she wore pure wool and nit feathers How do you like my outfit, she cried girlishly Mary stared at her, noting the pale beige face makeup from Max Tucker and brick coloured lipstick from Wigan’s Makeup Outlet Store where Annie loved to browse for days on end. I think the brick coloured lipstick does not go with the scarlet jacket,Annie. Oh, don’t worry.It’s the in thing now to clash That might be true but men won’t know it’s a fashion unless they read Vogue.Most don’t. Never mind all that. I’ve brought Emile a new blanket He’s not a dog,you know.Do cats need blankets? If you drove it would protect the seat. I might go round the bend.If we drive we almost certainly would meet bends Do fish get the bends,mewed Emile? We don’t know that.It only proves that a question can be asked in a human language but within that system there is no way of answering it,Mary told him quietly, thinking of Wittgenstein her husband’s former tutor. First of all, fish probably can’t speak English or understand it. How amazing, the little cat replied.How stupid can you get? Well a fish would think you were stupid for not being able to live in the sea. So true,Emile sighed.Shall I try? Don’t be so ridiculous,Annie whispered.The sea in not near Knittingham. Mary can’t drive and you may drown. Then St Peter will be reading out all your sins Can cats commit sins, asked Emile with surprise Yes, because you know you have a choice.You can bite my hand or resist the temptation I don’t feel like biting it now so if I did it would not give me pleasure. For God’s sake, stop arguing.Anyone would think you’d been to the Synagogue, today Mary shouted But in a Synagogue men argue about the Torah not about cats swimming,Emile replied But then it gets to be a habit,Mary finished. Still many other people argue,Annie reminded her. But God does not want it,Mary said How do you know? He/She may love to hear it.It will provoke thought And it may provoke a Flood or you being turned into a pillow of salt,Mary screamed Pillar of Salt,Annie corrected her Why do people not turn into pepper, the cat asked wisely. There is no pepper in the Dead Sea, the women agreed.~And black pepper/white pepper could be PIC They have red peppers in the Market.Annie mused.And yellow too But where does that leave us?Where was Mary going to and why has she not left for the bus stop? Was it something wicked that she was trying to do in secret? We’ll see tomorrow I expect
Since I read this article in the times newspaper I have been wondering how much further ahead I would have gone in my career if I did not have a Lancashire accent.
On reflection it seems a mistake to wonder about what might have happened but instead to concentrate on improving the future
I realise that what I could do do instead of learning the queen’s English I could learn to speak with a foreign accent instead.
I am very fond over the singer and poet Leonard Cohen and I have listen to him for hours and hours since being bereaved. He has a Canadian accent.Since a I love him it will be a tribute. So what I’m hearing him singing I try to to feel in my mouth and throat what he is doing with his.
I have got the accent for a few of the words but it’s taking me a long time, and now I have an accent which is a cross between Northern British, Canadian and Cockney.
It will give some researchers work because I won’t fit into one category,: when I was teaching in a university some people thought I was from the USA, other thought I was Dutch.
My name also causes problems because it’s Danish from the Vikings and it’s very hard for certain people to pronounce it or even try. Unless you’ve been living here only a few years you’ll be very puzzled. Someone who had come here from Eastern Europe asked me where I came from because she was sure my name was not English.She was trying to do some one-upmanship over someone who was less capable of adapting to life in the UK.
Is Boris Johnson English? I don’t think but he went to Eton so he has mixed with the the Royal the aristocats and the wealthy. So that is the accent that has learnt
Shall I keep my accent and it’s mixed sounds or shall I try to become totally Canadian? That does not have an answer but it has made me live longer trying to reconcile these differences and I suppose it would have been easier to go to an efficient teacher and learn to talk with BBC English or received pronunciation. That sounds quite religious as if Boris Johnson had climbed Snowdon and received the tablet from God tell ng him how to pronounce vowels.
Charlie Blogge had gone away to visit his aged parents for a few days down in Cornwall so Rosa Benchez,his fiancee was alone except for her three cats and four houseplants which she had just brought indoors.Though she could have written a bit more in her new book Linguistics and Peace on Earth. Can plants feel emotion? she asked her oldest cat, Lucy who was a pretty tortoiseshell Definitely ,said Lucy.I have known plants to get depressed when in a dark corner. Oh,dear,said Rosa,it’s the weekend so the surgery is shut.I hope these plants don’t go into a downward spiral in their mood now that the days are shorter.I suppose I could ring 999 if they were desperate. They won’t allow plants in the hospital,Lucy mewed. Why not,asked Rosa angrily.That is sheer discrimination.We pay our contributions. But the plants don’t pay ,do they.Lucy retorted cheerfully.Cats don’t get free healthcare either. Socialism made a big mistake there, cried Rosa.Since the English prefer animals to people they would have won the Election if they proposed free pet care on the NHS Imagine, it would have created more jobs as well, she continues academically.And plant care is needed as plants can feel ill at times. Yes,we can, cried the Peace Lily.I feel ill knowing there is not much peace in the world. Humans don’t realise they may win a war but the conflict makes their health suffer even if they are too old to fight.And within families ,it is just as bad. You are so right,Peace,Rosa said thoughtfully.We always assume it is our inner conflicts that make us neurotic or physically ill,but it may be that at the back of our minds we are aware of all the wars, the refugees, the suffering.Outer conflict makes us all sick to some degree.And quarreling relatives and people who can’t apologise. Do you have any rain water,Peace demanded.I feel thirsty. Is that enough,Rosa cried.I can make you some weak tea if you like. Oh,go on then, the plant told her.Give me a teacup full of tea with no sugar. nor milk How about you, she carried on turning to her sister Pax. OK.Pax told her.Whither thou goest… She’s Jewish,said Peace to Rosa.Her real name is Ruth.But nobody uses it as Pax is shorter.She won’t grow on the Sabbath,though. Will you miss talking to the trees in the garden while you are indoors? Rosa asked, before any more Bible references were offered. Yes,definitely.Can you buy a few tall,male looking plants like bamboo or even grape ivy? We like a mixture.All living beings like a mixture of friends. How about human friends or even cats,Rosa said tactlessly Yes, as long as they talk in soft musical voices.And we don’t like to watch violent films on TV nor to see cats fighting on the sofa.,Peace informed her.Violence hurts our inner core And so say all of us
Cats delight me,hiding in my bed Running down the stairs, with backturned head Jumping up to catch a butterfly Tickling me as on my couch I lie. In my dream I saw them, fifty five One was in the bath ,I nearly cried Everywhere I went cats followed me Pied Piper of the felines I shall be Remember Blythburgh church floodlit and fine The owners of the cottage drew few lines .They had seven cats, all Siamese How could even God compete with these? The Church, a small Cathedral of the Marsh Kept cats in their own place which I thought harsh For cannot cats join in to sing the hymns Christmas Carols, Requiems, a sin? The cats were leaping on me in my dream Wanting a large ball and lots of cream Full of life and humour they live well Scratching my new sofa, ringing bells If I dream of happy cats I wake The sky is blue and I make no mistakes
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Rain stopped prayer today.
It never drains when it pours.
I never complain till my heart roars.
He pestered me,flustered me,beseeched me,admired me ,then threw me off like a used old coat as he had ten women lined up already waiting for him.not to mention his wolf… I mean,wife.Woof woof.
What a liar..but to do him justice he’s very trying and none can compare in sighing with self pity.. sometimes witty,
Floods washed my heart away and I feel lost.
There’s many a true word spoken as a test.
Endurance is the only way to get rhymes
A few words are best not spoken.
Better to touch than to strike a hard blow.
“Tis better to have lived with cost,than never to have lived at all.
Better to have trusted and lost than to have manipulated to a self serving end.
Where have all the showers gone?
I love you only once a day.
I love you when I see you pray
Wisdom is the king of humour.
Spite is the malady that kills.
He shall tear his frock…. stop stealing my clothes and tear your owm
Was Jerusalem built here,in England’s mares and evil spheres?
We here believe Jesus was white and an Englishman,
I wish you a merry Litmus.
He needs his head resting,doctor
Please don’t leer at the women.They are all wearing vests at least
I was tried many times and pleaded for sanity.
Where have all the old men gone?
Old men are more malicious as their nerves are torn.
If,homeless kindly sleep in Church.Thank me,too.
If depressed kindly weep in Church.
If shy,please don’t mention it.
If worried you may gnaw your embroidered kneeler.
If paranoid,we are looking at you sideways.
If fasting,kindly faint quietly.
If abstaining,please weep softly.
If dead please report to the Vicar.
If wicked ,please play away tonight.
Tread lightly for I have shared all my dreams and you have used me badly.
Don’t stop till the gnats have all stung.
The vicar went out with a wrangler from Cambridge.
If you need legal advice you are in the wrong place.
Fish and whips available in the bookstore.
Handcuffs are going up as Marks And Spencer go down…
If completely expired keep mum.
If past your use by date don’t rot till after the service then kindly place your body in the compost heap and you can call your soul your own for a while.
Men often have an idea of themselves totally remote from the truth.
And women keep quiet out of pity.
Whip up a mouse for the desert.
If weighed down by sins kindly recycle them in the church Bin.
Ray Queers cat’s in parquet.
They are waiting for our partitions.
Say but the word and my sole shall be heeled.
Guarded the angels from seven sodomites.
Hail glorious St Hat Trick.
Lord, it’s hearsay.
Lord, I’m worser
Forgive all dear trespassers.
Blessed is the foot 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 tests
For all the painted ghosts
Remember man thy tart is bust
Ash to ash,dust if you must
For give us an hour’s trespassing and we shall be in heaven already.
Please do as you would have fun by
Vincit qui omnes se vincit
The owl and the pussy cat winched it
The sea was afrit
The wind froze this old git,
We brewed our tea but some fair maids pinched it
Vincit qui se vincit omnes.
Today I acted with real wrongness
Why was my genius
not sung by Sibelius?
The swan floats along the economies.
.
Vincit qui se omnes vincit
If you see evil coming, then punch it
A defence before harm
Acts like a charm…
If you meet true virtue,then lunch it.
Vincit qui se vincit
Pinch it, winch it,lynch it
All shall be one
Try a cheese scone.
Please pass the butter and fidget
Illness is a plot to slow us down
when God sees we are about to catch him up.
His face is covered by a thoughtful frown…
till he bestows with love the poisoned cup.
For speed is alien to the human soul
we have to live as slowly as hearts beat.
If rushing on we may miss our life’s goal..
Running down some long and rain filled street.
Step by step across the dangerous flood
On stones placed there by patient long gone men.
With care,perception guides us to the good
but haste leads often to a tiger’s den.
Beware impulsive speeding in your mind
For out of this come many acts unkind
A few weeks ago I wrote about my way of writing.I can add to that a few lines.I wrote this in Word online which is part of outlook..Sky drive etc.Then I copied it and put it into my other blog.When doing that I felt tempted to alter lines 4 and 5 which were
some even texted
so now i write verses which rhyme.
Then some imp got into me to change that into
some even pretexted
so now i’m perverse and pre-signed…
Every time I move some writing I want to change it and play with it. so sometimes it seems like nonsenses.Is that why some poets are thought to be crazy I wonder?
I used to like writing long poems
I loved to write free without rhymes.
But my readers objected
Some even pre-texted
So now I’m perverse and presigned.
I wonder what it’s like to be a writer
As I sit by the fire on this tomato..
I’d like to understand
where poets keep their hands
Do they grip their mind tighter and tighter
In examining the lives of these quiet heroes, Kohut concluded that they all manifested three features that gave their courage the qualities of groundedness and non-psychosis, but also allowed them to transcend the entrapment of the status quo. These three features were not necessarily equally present in these different individuals but they all seemed to manifest them in obvious measure so that it was clearly discernable by others. These three features are: 1) a sense of humor, 2) the ability to respond to others with empathy, and 3) a deep sense of peace. This latter attribute was especially noteworthy in spite of the intense inner struggle underway in them as they faced their choices and their agonizing consequences. Their personalities seemed filled with a profound sense of serenity, perhaps close to what we would call wisdom. These three elements, especially the sense of peace or serenity, always seemed evident to observers, even to their torturers, persecutors and executioners.
I think the best way to cope with social situations is to realise other people are so caught up in their own world that they hardly notice you or your clothes.And people are not as critical as we may fear.And that listening is a good technique.. let them talk.They will love.And try to be proactive… well,we can try…it may take time
And from my lamentable own failures,don’t tell jokes if you are not very good at it.Just laugh at others’ jokes and they will be happy.
How my heart speaks 