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Carried me over a gorge.
Enlightenment is different
You must make your own way there.
But test each step
Along the path.
At twilight: when we hear
Birds and people: calling one another.
First there was a proposal to remove the "Disagree" button.
"Agree" won the vote, so "Disagree" was removed.
Then there was a proposal to reinstate the "Disagree" button.
No-one disagreed, so it was reinstated.
"There are liars, damn liars, and politicians."
(No offence, but they were rude about us first. And who is the more accurate?)
Q. How do you get a baby leaf salad off to sleep?
A. Rocket.
In a recent buzz with some flies I know
I utilised the word "longevity"
They never came back
Of course the word
Was too long
For them
Or me
Life
.
Geese Iheardyoutell
Each other where you're going tonight.
Please take me too.
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I love eating wild blackberries during my walks at this time of year. Sampling one or two tart berries from every bush along the way, it always seems to me that each produces fruit unlike any other, any place else: as (they say) small vineyards produce distinctively different wines because of their soil and situation.
But professional tasters (if any exist) of local blackberries have to work on a much more delicate scale than wine tasters. One meter is a long way in blackberry space.
A poem Blackberry Picking by Seamus Heaney starts
I tried to capture a famous Haiku in my own words
Summer grass
All that's become
Of warrior dreams.
Basho 1644-1694
Then I tried to rewrite it in Anglo-Saxon form, because that is another style of poetry I admire greatly.
All along the strand where valorous warriors gave their lives.
The traveller hears nothing now save the sea.
Only the grass whispers the stories of the brave.
And why not
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Sack me
Then
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Poetry
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I've just bought a silver spoon. I plan to die with it in my mouth.
They say all the nice girls love a sailor. But the nauticals do too.
galangal = female perspective.
cumin = traditional Yorkshire doorstep welcome.
cloves = 's whatcha wear, innit?
cinnamon = can run but can't hide, all on that day.
cayenne = 1 nautical mile per hour.
caraway = overdid it, as in "Shorry, I got caraway".
bay leaf = court official.
anise = place to get gun.
"Newfangled". There's an old-fashioned expression.
Although fewer than 141 days remain to Xmas, most of the Elves are still on their hols.
However a young apprentice has recently joined and shows good promise. Here is her first joke. Please applaud a star in the making.
Q: If lions had feathers, why would that be restful?
A: Because it would be lion down.
I once had a postman named Alfred, who was really aggressive and testosterone-driven
He had this T-shirt made that said "Al for mail".
What kept you, Angel?
Angels I hear lot about.
But you may be the last I run up against.
The Big Sleep
Is The Best.
Snail
In winter, will you wrap up like me?
What answer did I expect?
"Alas poor Yorick, I knew him well", said Tom gravely.
Diogenes
Had scabs all over his knees.
Some were clinical
That's what you get from living in a barrel and being cynical.
I met a doubting Angel in a late-night bar
Who said: "I do not question why (or even if) we are."
"But why should existence in itself exist?"
There was no answer I could give to this.
oh my heart oh my heart
the red forest fell in the autumn
the green shoots that rise in spring
are never you. oh never
Wisdom advised them to tune in.
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