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'When things go wrong, as they sometimes will and life's a struggle - all uphill...' Can anyone tell me the poem please? Not the cheeky version I found on a birthday card ! :-)
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If you feel inadequate Neti I feel an absolutely inarticulate unimaginative dunce compared to everyone of you. I think your poetry is amazing and I have enjoyed reading all the posts yesterday and today. The only poem I know is rather 'dirty' - Mary had a little lamb
It had a sooty foot
And everywhere that Mary went
It's sooty foot it put!
That's yer lot :o)
It had a sooty foot
And everywhere that Mary went
It's sooty foot it put!
That's yer lot :o)
stop it at once! - inadequate? never....deranged? totally
<sickly American drawl> we are all beaudiful people & each & everyone of us has something special to offer....
hallelujah, praise the lord...
strewth, don't you just want to slap some of 'em?
I'll give him Widebottom....might interest you to know Vincent I'm also Miss Flan-Flinger 1969....
<sickly American drawl> we are all beaudiful people & each & everyone of us has something special to offer....
hallelujah, praise the lord...
strewth, don't you just want to slap some of 'em?
I'll give him Widebottom....might interest you to know Vincent I'm also Miss Flan-Flinger 1969....
Still there, Jude...? /looks at watch/ No I suppose not.
Oh god no please, Robinina found my electrical "toothbrush"...! ...as we so cunningly like to call them over here. Good thing she didn't catch on. Not like that other time when I had some ladies over, and...
It is too by you, jno, and brilliant too (as I say of everything that takes me half an hour to understand and then I finally do.)
And Vinny reciting in Swedish - I'm in shock! Karin Boye is a good choice, too, lines from several of her poems have become almost like sayings that everybody knows even though they may not know where they're from.
I had an email from my youngest half-sister telling me about the fine mess that she and her boyfriend are in, buying a flat. I just have to tell you the story (with her permission.) Back in a while! It's a long one, takes a while to write.
PS, message to our shy friend: No questions asked.
Oh god no please, Robinina found my electrical "toothbrush"...! ...as we so cunningly like to call them over here. Good thing she didn't catch on. Not like that other time when I had some ladies over, and...
It is too by you, jno, and brilliant too (as I say of everything that takes me half an hour to understand and then I finally do.)
And Vinny reciting in Swedish - I'm in shock! Karin Boye is a good choice, too, lines from several of her poems have become almost like sayings that everybody knows even though they may not know where they're from.
I had an email from my youngest half-sister telling me about the fine mess that she and her boyfriend are in, buying a flat. I just have to tell you the story (with her permission.) Back in a while! It's a long one, takes a while to write.
PS, message to our shy friend: No questions asked.
So here it comes, the story of the fine mess that my half-sister and her boyfriend are in. They're both selling their flats to buy a bigger one together. The one they are trying to buy is an estate of a deceased person. When that person died, there were two beneficiaries who put the flat up for sale together. But before the showing took place, the first one of these two beneficiaries "managed to go and die", as sis empathically puts it.
The now dead beneficiary has two heirs. The estate agent assures sis and boyfriend that everybody involved still wants to sell, so sis and boyfriend proceed with putting their own flats up for sale, and the boyfriend's one gets sold.
Whereupon first heir has a massive nervous breakdown and second heir falls ill with a fatal disease.
Well, as you can imagine it is legally impossible for the agent to sell the flat before the current ownership is established and all the documents are properly signed, which they aren't as yet, as people either die or go mad on their way to the agent's office. Meanwhile, hy half-sister's flat is being shown to potential buyers...
Phew...! You'd think that sis is trying to move into Tutankhamun's tomb...!
The now dead beneficiary has two heirs. The estate agent assures sis and boyfriend that everybody involved still wants to sell, so sis and boyfriend proceed with putting their own flats up for sale, and the boyfriend's one gets sold.
Whereupon first heir has a massive nervous breakdown and second heir falls ill with a fatal disease.
Well, as you can imagine it is legally impossible for the agent to sell the flat before the current ownership is established and all the documents are properly signed, which they aren't as yet, as people either die or go mad on their way to the agent's office. Meanwhile, hy half-sister's flat is being shown to potential buyers...
Phew...! You'd think that sis is trying to move into Tutankhamun's tomb...!
hi Kit....crikey! you couldn't make it up could you? who put the curse on?....don't think I'd want to live anywhere near the place after all that.
There's a house not far from me that's not a 'happy' place...before I knew anything about it I was talking to a neighbour one day & told her that I didn't like the feeling of walking past (it's on a corner so there's a fair bit to pass). She told me a sad tale about someone who'd lived there ....strange.
There's a house not far from me that's not a 'happy' place...before I knew anything about it I was talking to a neighbour one day & told her that I didn't like the feeling of walking past (it's on a corner so there's a fair bit to pass). She told me a sad tale about someone who'd lived there ....strange.
...uuuuhh uuuuhuuu (that's supposed to be eerie music), it would seem you have the 'correct attributes', Robinia, according to the stone tape theory (in which I sorta believe, considering that energy is matter and matter is energy.) Oh they're closing...! Thought I had half an hour left! Nite!
Morning all - Bon Voyage jno take care
Kit over here it's very similar as a lot of families own portions of the family home. We have had several friends who have bought homes and then found that one of the brothers/sisters hadn't sold their part - all very tricky, I would run a mile from all that. Especially as, in her case, they are all keeling over.
Kit over here it's very similar as a lot of families own portions of the family home. We have had several friends who have bought homes and then found that one of the brothers/sisters hadn't sold their part - all very tricky, I would run a mile from all that. Especially as, in her case, they are all keeling over.
its getting warm out there...
you wont believe this,but there's this old boy round the corner..a bit of an eccentric.and he's got a garage which is inside a steep hill..and he's put his old motor inside(an old morris minor)and bricked the door up.....! erm...thinking about it...havent seen his wife for a while...hahaha..(:O)
you wont believe this,but there's this old boy round the corner..a bit of an eccentric.and he's got a garage which is inside a steep hill..and he's put his old motor inside(an old morris minor)and bricked the door up.....! erm...thinking about it...havent seen his wife for a while...hahaha..(:O)
Oh no....and I thought we were going to have Vinny and Neti sailing off into the sunset in their pea green boat loaded up with Becks and Chorizo ... ....Drat !
That's another idea for my novel down the drain and I had already drafted the plot where they meet up with Kit and buy a haunted house together .Tut.
That's another idea for my novel down the drain and I had already drafted the plot where they meet up with Kit and buy a haunted house together .Tut.
mmm, methinks the lady (!?) doth protest....
good day fellow scribes, tis chilly & overcast here...
ta ta jno have a wonderful time - you didn't say how long you were away for?
ermmmm, seem to have writer's block, I must have peaked with my poem yesterday.....<sigh>.....
how can you tell Vinny?aren't all Devonians a bit barmy?
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good day fellow scribes, tis chilly & overcast here...
ta ta jno have a wonderful time - you didn't say how long you were away for?
ermmmm, seem to have writer's block, I must have peaked with my poem yesterday.....<sigh>.....
how can you tell Vinny?aren't all Devonians a bit barmy?
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no we isnt....
yo (:O)
yo (:O)
"The Gleaming" by neti
The house was quiet, the family had been asleep for several hours, when the mother suddenly awoke. She stared into the darkness for several seconds and then she saw it, the gleaming coming from under the door. "Oh no" she shivered and hid her face into the pillow, "please let it be gone , please let it be gone" she slowly opened her eyes again and sure enough there was the gleaming. "Why is it only me that can see these things" she wondered listening to her husband slumbering away next to her. She tried to ignore it, knowing that it was useless. She was inexplicably drawn to the light, although her very being screamed against it. Slowly, oh so slowly she took a few dreamlike steps to the door. She opened it and was dazzled by the blaze of light. She tottered a couple of steps and reached out and flicked the switch. Daughter had left the hall light on yet again!!
That is our literature for the day!
The house was quiet, the family had been asleep for several hours, when the mother suddenly awoke. She stared into the darkness for several seconds and then she saw it, the gleaming coming from under the door. "Oh no" she shivered and hid her face into the pillow, "please let it be gone , please let it be gone" she slowly opened her eyes again and sure enough there was the gleaming. "Why is it only me that can see these things" she wondered listening to her husband slumbering away next to her. She tried to ignore it, knowing that it was useless. She was inexplicably drawn to the light, although her very being screamed against it. Slowly, oh so slowly she took a few dreamlike steps to the door. She opened it and was dazzled by the blaze of light. She tottered a couple of steps and reached out and flicked the switch. Daughter had left the hall light on yet again!!
That is our literature for the day!
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