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The Myths of Ancient Egypt

Foth is the Egyptian god of wisdom. I recently came across this wonderful retelling of the Egyptian myth, “The Book of Foth”, in which 2 royal personages go in search of Foth’s book. The book contains all the wisdom of the world and as one might expect the consequences for those who find and read Foth’s work are dire, (http://www.egyptianmyths.net/mythbookthoth.htm).

The site contains many other marvellous retellings of the myths of ancient Egypt, including “The Girl with the Rose-Red Slippe...

Howling at the Moon

“Tell me wolf, why do you howl
At the rising moon?
Is it that our little life is over oh too soon?”
“No, ‘tis the owl
Most foul.
He stole my favourite towel!”,
He replied with a growl …! …

Cryonics

It is a will-o’-the-wisp, followed by the frightened or blind,
Who themselves bind
To the delusion, that the mist does not forever close
Over mouth and nose.

There are few posies for the departed,
Just an idea started
In the mind
Of those who would salvation find
In a deep freeze,
Designed to please
The ego
Of people who fear to go
Down that dark track
From whence none come back

WordPress Gremlins

In order to save time, I often employ the facility to respond to posts (including comments left on my own site) using email. This morning, while responding by email, I have noticed that my comments are not being delivered. I’ve received the following automated response from WordPress in all instances:
“We ran into a problem with your recent comment reply by email. Specifically, we weren’t able to find your comment in the email.

We’ll do our best to get this fixed up. In the meantime, you may...

Is Swearing a sign of intelligence?

A study shows that those who swear often are frequently highly intelligent:

“The overall finding of this set of studies, that taboo fluency is positively correlated with other measures of verbal
fluency, undermines the [normal] view of swearing”. (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-3949986/Is-swearing-sign-intelligence-People-curse-larger-vocabulary-don-t.html).

I am no plaster saint and will use the odd expletive from time to time. It is, however almost always under my breath...

Mannequin

As a mannequin in a shop window, at which people stare,
She stands in the glare
Of the bedroom light.
Once, such things did excite.
Now all is null
Or on occasions, he
Takes a dull,
Almost professional interest in yet another she.

Gazing at the girl, in her birthday suit
He thinks on the route
Cause of his obsession with mannequins.
Loneliness or sins?
Where begins
A man’s cursed traverse
Of the path to the ever lasting bonfire
Where desire
Ends in mechanical sport
With a mannequin bought
Out...

Feather

Shall we speak as though we will go on forever?
I saw a feather
Borne on a summer’s breeze.
It did please
Me
To see
So carefree
A thing
Dance on the balmy air.

The breeze became a gale,
Then came the hail.
The feather
Was by the tempest tossed,
And forever
Lost
In that passing storm.

Another Time, Another Place

A man, alone, in a room, listening to a distant bird.
Not a word
Of his overheard.
The neighbours are friendly enough, not prying
Or spying.
Liberty’s flower
Blooms an hour
But he has heard tell
It may be dying.

There Was A Young Man Called Jack

There was a young man called Jack
Whose view of the world was black.
When they asked him “why?”
He said, with a sigh,
“because I always take the flak …!”

There Was A Young Lady Called Gale

There was a young lady called Gale
Who wrote to her lover in braille.
He said with a look most perplexed,
“Really, I’m vext,
For my fingers,can not read braille …!”