Wittgenstein was the poet who knew it
can’t be said without the words to say it.
Tag: poems
A mini collection of writing
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Genudirection
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I do not indulge in genuflection
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As my knees are so far away I can’t detect ’em.
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But bend yours if you desire
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To show courtesy to the Higher…
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The God does not come around to inspect ’em.
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Tables and chairs have legs
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They are stiff and held in with pegs.
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Perhaps I am a chair?
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Who will sit here?
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Don’t crush me down I beg.
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However chairs do not have any minds
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As far as scientists can find.
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And they do not have eyes
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So they cannot be spies…
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Yet we know chairs do have their behinds
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Word origins
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The origin of the word knee
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Latin genu as in genuflect.. bend the knee before God usually but also as people curtsey when meeting a Monarch.
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Flex means to bend…deflect must mean bend away
Fire Tests
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ignis aurum probat
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I married an acrobat.
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He jumped through a flame
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Calling my name…
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with a gold ring inside of his hat.
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ignis aurum probat
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Who is your advocate?
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Send him some gold.
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Fire burns out the mold!
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I know because God told my cat.
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Ignis Aurum Probat
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Is a wonderful name for A Lat.
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But Mrs Probat
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I do not like that!
So I’m going for golden,howzat?
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Et tu, Brute?
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I now have a Romanian friend
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He was on the bus at the back end
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Cum va numiti?
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Just call me Kitty.
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Et art tu,Brute?I punned.
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Sing early
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Encantado de conocerle.
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My bird is usually early.
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So hasta la vista,
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I think I have kissed her.
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I get up at dawn but rarely!
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I’ve had nothing to eat all today
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I sought to sell my soul on E bay
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Oh,no hay de que,
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I leaving anyway.
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Buenos tardes,we all need to pray.
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My friend met a fan on a boat.
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Alas,it wasn’t far from the port
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So, hasta la vista,…
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The faster he kissed her
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The more she sang out,please emote.
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You old goat
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Kiss my throat
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Like your coat
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Sow an oat.
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Die Zauberflote.
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Pissed as a mote.
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Encantado de conocerle….. pleased [enchanted?] to meet [know?] you.
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Spanish is very like Latin,more so than Italian.Romanian is also like Latin but fret not,I don’t intend to write in it as yet
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Mirror Faces
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Shadows, on the whole, are an error
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which predestine the soul to feel terror
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So if by a mystery
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Folk sniff your history
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Avoid all light precast by a mirror.
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Mirrors can throw out strange beams
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which can only be deconstrued in your dreams.
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Allow yourself time
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To sleep and to rhyme,,,,,
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Reflections and love are one theme
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Rocking chairs give an illusion
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Of resting on grandmother’s bosom
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How warm and how kind
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Is the light of her mind
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I sometimes need such care and soothing.
My computer is on the verge of total meltdown
My hard disk is failing I fear
So the engineer will come here
He’s taking the machine away
So I’ll have a non writing day.
I am losing the machine tomorrow for 7/10 days…. not very good for my Xmas shopping.But hey who wants a present?Let them eat cake,snake or drake!
I only have this one computer which is possibly a grave error but there we go.we must go with the flow.
My cursor is leaping about…. let’s hope they fix that,
The prospect of losing all my pics and poems is not worrying me as I can write more.So we’ll meet again,don’t know where,don’t know when….
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Two love poems

Some evenings,the sky turned pink
We were happy,lying in the grass
Watching the sun set.
Arms around each other.
Seemed like eternal life had come
Earlier than forecast.
Those weathermen are always wrong!
They need new training
In that timeless moment
In between two raindrops,
In between two tears.


As I get nearer,
I feel your warmth.
Warmth draws me in.
Beloved.
I see you here,
touch you gently ,
my hand
on your face,
your skin.
At this boundary
of the world and you.
As we touch,
I feel
the peaceful breath.
The spirit,
the wholeness of the flesh.
touching gently
we acknowledge
the Otherness,
the holiness
of life itself.
In the form of the beloved.
My love.
My beloved.



