Dear Katherine
O unwise Katherine Jenkins –
Your lovely face in full screen
A Scaramouche mask
Your red gown bleeding over the stage
Like the entrails of sacrifice -
Over the top, Katherine – O.T.T.
Dancers dominated to cartoon shadows
Choir boys drowned with descant
Slinky slitted ‘Holy Night’
With four stressed tenors
A sad gaffe
Business promotion gone awr...
Wednesday 5th December 2012 12:42 pm
Letter to a Friend
Like stars of a dark midnight
The hours we share glow with sweet teasing;
Not the trembling idiocy of an undisciplined heart,
Nor the whipped frenzy of unreliable passion,
But the pleasing consideration of my mind.
I know nothing about you except the baldly obvious.
I have watched you for months,
Observing your vulnerabilities,
Admiring your strengths.
...
Wednesday 21st November 2012 4:02 pm
Thoughts Coupled
sexuality not sensual
gutters out
if sensuality equates sexuality
finesse unplumbed
true intimacy of senses
transcends body
so simple so easy
so rare
cbt
Friday 9th November 2012 2:55 pm
the rustle of reeds
narrow boat purrs along country canal
shirring quiet water
rumples flotilla of ducks and black coots
barely missing lazy feet
washes a moor hen into wet roots
wink of red unmistakable
and the reeds whisper
bending trees sough above the bow
that sighs through purling water
swallows swoop and soar
dark silhouettes
scything the sky
skimming ...
Thursday 2nd August 2012 4:54 pm
it
ah … the mighty ‘id’
those basic instincts
of sex and aggression
instant gratification
impulses unplanned
pouncing
inopportunely
slips of the tongue
shadows in paintings
subplots in poetry
our unconscious primal beast
growling
claw flexing eye fixing
glimpsed in dreams
free association
meditation
a breath
o...
Tuesday 8th May 2012 12:09 pm
Scanner Soap
Honey, what time do you think you’ll be in?
I want to get to you before the gossip does.
Don’t worry - I love you.
…
Ruth, I’m going to be delayed.
I have to stay late – extra work.
I’m really sorry.
OK, Honey. I’ll see you when I see you.
Keep it warm.
...
Saturday 28th April 2012 4:34 pm
Chatting With Ari
Pity is the depth
we feel when bad things happen
to other good folk
Fear we deeply feel
knowing bad things can happen
to good folk like us
Sympathy is the
bonding of pity and fear –
There – but for gods’ grace –
Catharsis is a
beneficial expulsion
from mind … or bowel.
“Have I got it right, mate?”
Cynthia Buell T...
Thursday 12th April 2012 4:57 pm
SECIOHC
and so begins the tale
yad remmus enO’
a butterfly lit upon a
,detser dna rewolf
fanning its wings gently.
derrits ria ehT
waved
ezeerb a emaceb
a wind
a elag mrots a
a mighty force of
!noitcurtseD dna htaeD
Hurricane!
!noonhpyT
Cyclone!
‘yhpargoeg no gnidneped
“STOP, I say, stop this stupid story.
!...
Friday 16th March 2012 11:44 am
Thank you, Horace Walpole
Thank you, Horace Walpole,
for SERENDIPITY:
‘the happy knack of making
unexpected and delightful discoveries by accident’
(Cassells, Hertfordshire, UK)
‘the faculty of making happy discoveries by accident’
(Oxford University Press, Oxford, UK)
Hmmm – ‘knack’ and ‘faculty’ -
words of repetition
indicative of a predisposed nature
a pattern of behavio...
Monday 20th February 2012 2:54 pm
Perspective
They think
I am on the outside
looking in
beguiled by questions - scholarship - intellectualism
erecting barriers against the sleeping spirit.
But I say:
What a strange thought.
I live to learn
and learn to live
with understanding
in the constancy of Spirit:
is … was … and shall be ...
There is no sleeping!
And I wonder why they peer...
Sunday 12th February 2012 1:37 pm
Ten Minutes
I am the oldest of four girls,
And four girls can be a crowd.
Time alone with Mother was the stuff of wishes.
One morning I awoke early and realized:
My sisters are still asleep!
There was a faint rattle of cutlery.
And Mummy is down in the kitchen by herself!
I slithered out of bed and crept down the stairs
Masterfully negotiating the squeaks
Hardly believi...
Sunday 5th February 2012 6:14 pm
Happy New Year
Greetings to all my inter-stellar friends. Missed my final December post for 2011. I have much to catch up on, like reading WOL poems since November as well as currently. Looking forward to a productive 2012 for all of us - one day more to live and love - mathematical, yes - but still kinda exciting, mysterious.
Tuesday 3rd January 2012 11:49 am
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