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She ain’t won no prizes yet

           There was a letter in Writing magazine,
As it happens it ‘s an issue I’ve already seen.
One,asked if it is true that poetry with rhymes
Is not the fashion in our times.

So we crack our outgrown shells, desiring all

Our life is like a shell upon the shore,
Tossed up by squally,salty,shivering sea
.To shrink inside is safe,yet we want more,
To make,to love,to see,at last to be.

 

A shell, though tough, is made to open out;
To give the living core its chance to grow
Towards the new we each must shed our doubt.
Every myth and story say it’s so..
Impregnable,that home had seemed to be
To the tiny creature growing in its heart#.
Yet thrown by winds across the rolling sea
The slender cage must open and let part.
Protection can be prison to the soul.
So we  crack our    outgrown shells, desiring all

Life is fine

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Life is fine

by Langston Hughes

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

 

 
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My hovercraft is full of eels

 

 

 

http://www.omniglot.com/language/phrases/hovercraft.htm

kráft mu íne gemáto hélia)
Greenlandic Umiatsiaasara pullattagaq nimerussanik ulikkaarpoq
Gujarati મારું હોવેરક્રાફ્ટ ઈલ માછલીઓ થી ભરાઈ ગયું છે
(maru hovercraft eel machhalio thi bharay gayu chh
Hausa Jirgina a cike yake da bano
Hawaiian Pihaʻū oʻu mokukauaheahe i nā puhi
Hebrew הרחפת שלי מלאה בצלופחים
(Harahefet sh’eli mele’ah betzlofahim)
Hindi मेरी मँडराने वाली नाव सर्पमीनों से भरी हैं
(merī ṃḍarāne vālī nāv sarpamīnoṁ se bharī haiṅ)
Hungarian A légpárnás hajóm tele van angolnákkal

 

 

Someone else can say it

Some times,we have to find another person’s words
To say it
A leaf to dance it
A flower to show it
A breeze to wave it
A smile to share it
A tear to express it
And this can reconnect us
Though with all the words  and feelings
embedded in our minds
We are always connected
to human being
but we can lose it

Messy Room By Shel Silverstein  

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Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater’s been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or–
Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familia

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/messy-room-by-shel-silverstein #FamilyFriendPoems

Nuns fret not by Wm Wordsworth

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,
Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,
High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells,
Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells:
In truth the prison, into which we doom
Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me,
In sundry moods, ’twas pastime to be bound
Within the Sonnet’s scanty plot of ground;
Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be)
Who have felt the weight of too much liberty,
Should find brief solace there, as I have found.

– William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

I know that being sad is no disgrace

The bell rang on the ancient church at noon.

A sparrow flitted to  the Tudor wall.

Was this the knell  which brought down  damned gloom?

 

Perhaps there is no meaning here at all.

I read my unknown thoughts projected out,

And  in my rage, desire the walls to fall.

 

Like you, I am too  often stuck in doubt.

Betrayed by old ideal and vanished wish.

So what is in, confuses that without.

 

Oh,pain, oh ,mind, oh agony, oh flesh.

I shall not cling to life and wait for grace.

I am, myself, a fish in net of mesh.

 

Was this my  destiny, my rightful place;

Alone besieged by sorrows on all sides?

I  err for  being sad is no disgrace.

 

So ,to my hopes, I’ll cling like drowning beast.

Until my invitation to the feast.

The boat sails away

One tear ,  and then a sheet
Fell from my eyes
As I saw  a bird fly.
One  year and now it  repeats;
Wells in my eyes
Run dry.
My fears all  forbidden
My dear never forgotten
Did you hear me singing  before
Did you hear my weeping after
I took you to the river
And now I want to join you.
But  it’s not my  time
And not  my day
But I’m so weary,I’d like to lie with you
And hold your cold hands in mine again
As the boat sails away
To where?

A habit

Excellence is an art won by training and habituation. We

do not act rightly because we have virtue or excellence,
but rather we have those because we have acted rightly.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an
act but a habit.

Aristotle

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  • A bird in the hand is not  a paint  brush.
  • A cat tells nine lies.
  • All cats are gay in the dark.
  • An elephant   never bears pets
  • An old fox need steer no cruise
  • The  weird thing is whether mattresses   flock together.
  • Don’t count  the seconds before he unlatches
  • His bark is a curse that affrights
  • If you  file down  the logs ,you’ll get up with  matches
  • It’s an ill word that  growls  at the rest of the sentence
  • It’s an old wrangler for a hard  code  so freshly off
  • Kill  a few words with  one moan
  • Let sleeping gods  be defied
  • Like a  crash out of  disaster
  • Never look  at a tart  coarsely in the house

In his sleep

I feel soft ghostly hands around my throat

That want to pull me to the  darkest deep

My husband cannot leave or be remote

He wishes me to join him in his sleep.

 

I shall resist, for I desire to live

Though lonely are my hours without his face.

I have no more I wish to give

And he has taken from me his  warm embrace.

 

As lonely as a swan without its mate.

As tired as  swallows after they migrate

As  empty as Ted Hughes without his bait
As  fruitless as a garden with no gate



From my loss I may recover when

The birds return and summer comes again

Brothers and Sisters

Birds,unlike humans, can fly across the barriers
Avoid the checkpoints,need no identity papers,  permits
Or gold stars.
Brothers,why were you separated?
Why could Palestine not be left as one where ,
as in Andalusia before the madness of Inquisition,
you lived together 500 years of peace
Until Christian conformity and suspicion
Tormented and killed you both?
It is we you should be fighting against
Not each other
Are you our own Roman Games?
You ,in the Arena we watch on our screens
We can turn them off but you,brothers and sisters, are still there
.And your children.
What remains for any of us?

Fantasy wastes the time that we don’t have.

 Marry now,pray later.
Buy two  coffees,get two pees
Work hard,pray hard and love softly.
He conquered  but never felt at home.He had blundered into the outside lav
Buy today,cry tomorrow.
Why not  rent a husband by the month? August,December and January… and maybe April
No use locking the door  if the window is open.
Miaow now,purr later.
A cat at play keeps the doctor away.
Cats are good for the sole.
I  cleaned up Renee with a fine tooth comb… nits,what a pain  they can be.
If you are lonely, do  listen to others.
If you have no others ,listen to the radio and /or God. and any holy people around
It’s better to meditate only if you are well grounded in reality.Do good works instead and be merciful to old fools
Fantasy wastes  the time that we don’t have.
Daydreams are better when  you are asleep.
Acting selfishly is unhealthily practically.
Far gone are my grammer and my spilling.
I never was no good at English except at speaking it.
He said,you are not a native of London.I said, no they were  nearly all killed by the Romans  2,000 years but we don’t like to complain now.They all died en passant as the Germans might say.Fechen gee hoitch?
I dyed my hair white as I wanted a Freedom Pass.But who else is free?

Types of people

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Since our two  hard years, I have come across different sorts of people

1,Whatever you have they have had it but worse.If it is the truth then I sympathise but I notice often it’s like:

P2 You been in a  fight?
P1:I’ve had 15 stitches in my face for removing something dangerous;sorry you can still see the marks.It will go eventually
P2 I had a wart removed from my leg once.Did you have anaesthesia?
P1  I had 23 injections but it was tolerable  in view of the problem
P2 I had an injection at the dentist’s ;it was awful.
P1 When?
P2 I can’t recall

OR
P3 I am sorry I am behind  with   my work ,I’ve had pneumonia
P4 I’ve just had a terrible cold.I was in bed 3 days
P3 Did your wife sleep in the spare room?
P4 No,she took 3 days off  and we had a great time.Did you?
P3 I couldn’t  lie down.I could hardly breathe.
P4 Sounds like BDSM
P3 Be off or I’ll knock that smile off your face.
P4 I was only trying to help you.
P3 Try to hinder me in future,please.

2.People who give  you their notions of your errors

I’ve just had a heart attack
Well,you are too aggressive,you see.
I don’t agree.
Well,it’s unconscious,you see.
Would it help me to be consciously aggressive?
No.
So what do I do?
Have psychoanalysis for 45 years.
Have you?
I don’t need it.I am perfect as I am.In fact I am a therapist.Here’s my card.