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Dermot
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2 Sep 2012 19:06 |
These Dog Days - Poem. -----------------------------------
These Dog Days are long and hot Makes me wish to find a spot To cool off, maybe find a breeze Under the shade of some giant trees.
To lay back and rest a bit Or grab a cool drink and just sit Pondering some cooler days, And avoid the sun’s blistering rays. Feeling lazy in this heat Cooling the bottoms of my feet After dashing across a burning walk It’s just too humid to even talk.
Watching the sun slide down the sky While ice cream melts, despite how I try To lick the cone quick and clean The gooey liquid runs in a stream
Down my hands and arms and stays Stuck like glue on these Dog Days.
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SpanishEyes
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3 Sep 2012 07:48 |
I just thought that I must find another poem or saying so that I can add to my thread.
I am so amazed that this thread has lasted so long and feel that I must say " Well done everyone,I never anticipated who successfully this would be. Welcome to people who have joined us recently, I look forward to more sayings etc. If anyone has any ideas to help getting our brain stems working to either expand or add to this thread please feel free to tell us.
Now I must go and feed my Cocker Spaniels, jet and Zoe, plus my OH.
Enjoy your day :-)
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3 Sep 2012 23:21 |
Refugee Blues by W H Auden (1939) .
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Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.
Once we had a country and we thought it fair, Look in the atlas and you'll find it there: We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.
In the village churchyard there grows an old yew, Every spring it blossoms anew; Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.
The consul banged the table and said: "If you've got no passport you're officially dead"; But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.
Went to a committee; they offered me a chair; Asked me politely to return next year: But where shall we go today, my dear, but where shall we go today?
Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said: "If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread"; He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.
Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky; It was Hitler over Europe, saying: "They must die"; We were in his mind, my dear, we were in his mind.
Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin, Saw a door opened and a cat let in: But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.
Went down to the harbour and stood upon the quay, Saw the fish swimming as if they were free: Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.
Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees; They had no politicians and sang at their ease: They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.
Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors, A thousand windows and a thousand doors; Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.
Stood on a great plain in the falling snow; Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro: Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.
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SpanishEyes
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4 Sep 2012 07:01 |
Dermot
How powerful this poem is?! I have read twice now and without a doubt I shall add this to my personal list of wonderful poems.
Thank you for posting it.
Bridget
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8 Sep 2012 08:33 |
"Far Hiv Ye Bin?" = "Where have you been? " (Doric Dialect)
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8 Sep 2012 20:10 |
Sometimes (by Sheenagh Pugh) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sometimes things don't go at all, from bad to worse. Some years muscadel faces down frost; green thrives;the crops don't fail, sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war; elect an honest man; decide they care enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor. Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to. The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.
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Dermot
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12 Sep 2012 18:55 |
Life After School - by David Prowse (Published in The Western Morning News - January 2011). ----------------------------------
At school, I talked with classmates with their plans already made As to how they'd make a living and the nature of their trade.
They seemed to know exactly how their aims would be achieved While I lacked every semblance of the order they perceived.
I was too much of a dreamer and already growing tired Of the academic disciplines their strategies required.
My mind cried out for freedom and my heart demanded more Than playing to a tune where I already knew the score.
By natural inclination, I had farming in my blood But my father's meagre acres killed the blossom in the bud.
So a voyage of discovery seemed the only thing to do, I was young, the world was waiting and my basic needs were few.
Dockyard worker, labourer, delivering milk and bread In Kensal Rise and Cricklewood while the birds were still in bed.
Writing home to Mother, saying all was going well In Edgware, Harlseden, Neasden, or the Cumberland Hotel.
I could always find employment, I could always pay my way And I met folks I'll recall as friends until my dying day.
I mixed with all complexions while discovering within There was common ground between us caring nothing for our skin.
That was my apprenticeship and when its course was run, I packed my few possessions and I knew that it was done.
The innocent had tasted life, he'd seen the other side And learned more through the span of it than volumes could provide.
There are aspects of development that text-books cannot teach, They can only offer theories of a world that's out of reach.
It's cold and unforgiving out beyond the campus gate Where lessons learned the hard way can be lessons learned too late.
A gap-year for a student seems indulgent and benign But I see it as essential to careers along the line.
It's a time of self-discovery with reminders in its wake That learning has no purpose if it's just for learning's sake.
Be bold, brave youth, go stretch your wings, be not afraid to fly For never more will you be young beneath an open sky.
However vast the library of books you leave behind, Experience is knowledge of a more enduring kind.
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SpanishEyes
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13 Sep 2012 13:45 |
Dermot
What would we do without reading your abundance of poems and Sayings. I cannot say which I have enjoyed the most as I have read them all several times.
Thank you.
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Dermot
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16 Sep 2012 18:13 |
Catholic Vocabulary. (Anon). ----------------------------
Amen: The only prayer that everyone knows.
Bulletin: Parish information to be read only during the homily & to act as your receipt for attending Mass.
Choir: A group of people whose singing allows the rest of the congregation to lip-sync.
Holy Water: A liquid whose family is H2OLY
Hymn: A song of praise usually sung in a key three octaves higher than that of the congregation’s range.
Hymn (Recessional): The last song at Mass, often sung a little more quietly since most of the people have left.
Incense: Holy smoke!
Jonah: The original ‘Jaws’ story.
Justice: When children have children of their own.
Kyrie Elleison: The only Greek words that most Catholics can recognise besides gyros & balaclava.
Manger: Where Mary gave birth to Jesus because Joseph wasn’t covered by the NHS.
Pew: A medieval torture device still found in Catholic Churches.
Procession: The ceremonial formation at the beginning of Mass, consisting of alter servers, the Priest & late arrivals looking for seats.
Relics: People who have been going to church for so long they actually know when to sit, kneel or stand.
Ushers: The only people in the parish who don’t know the seating capacity of a pew.
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Joy
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16 Sep 2012 18:28 |
"Before you abuse, criticize, and accuse, walk a mile in my shoes."
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Dermot
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16 Sep 2012 19:02 |
That would be an Irish mile I suppose. The Irish give you good value for your walking!
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20 Sep 2012 07:51 |
'Marrige is a wonderful thing. I've been in love with the same woman for 30 yrs.
If my wife ever finds out, she will kill me '.
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Dermot
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20 Sep 2012 14:15 |
Just don't do something! Sit there!
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Greenfingers
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25 Sep 2012 14:53 |
From Les Miserables
You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. The great acts of love, are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness. We pardon to the extent that we love. Love is knowing that even when you are alone, you will never be lonely again. Great happiness of life, is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, and even in spite of ourselves.
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David
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27 Sep 2012 09:46 |
IF.....
IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
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David
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27 Sep 2012 12:13 |
Rudyard Kipling is the author of the above
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Merlin
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27 Sep 2012 14:06 |
From "Springs of Persian Wisdom" Do not condem your nieghbour out of hand. Be Generous,Forgive, Pardon. Think of your own Failings. If each knew everything about the other,he would forgive gladly and easily, There would be no more Pride,and no more Arrogance. Hafis.
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27 Sep 2012 18:04 |
"The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere were they can be quiet,alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, then it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles."
Written by Anne Frank.
I found this by chance, and thought it quite beautiful, and would like to share it with you all..
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SpanishEyes
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28 Sep 2012 07:28 |
What a wonderful number of interesting postings.......a big thank you to you all.
When we arrive home sometime next week I will add to this list.
Bridget :-)
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2 Oct 2012 09:40 |
Until one has loved an animal, A part of ones soul remains unawakened.
- Antole France
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