19 April, 2006
So my advice to you is-I now sound like those agony aunts-it is better to live and then die and lose ALL than never to have lived, and loved and risked ALL. (Yes, I’ve just paraphrased Tennyson but it sounds so much better, wouldn’t you agree?!!)
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28 March, 2006
I'm sure you've all heard the chatup line where a boy approaches a girl and says 'You must be really tired', to which she replies 'Why?' and then he comes out with the punchline: 'cos you've been running through my mind all day' (apologies if the wording is incorrect, I can't remeber it exactly!).
Well, I've come up with a response to that for all you girls out there: 'Well, no, not really, its quite a small distance you see.' Implication: your brain is small. etc. etc. Somehow it doesn't sound as funny as when I first came up with it!
Anyway, wouldn't you prefer something like the poem below? I know I would! And now if it's a male reading this he will immediately print this out and give it to the one he loves. No! Don't do that either! It's so much better when you compose your own poems, from the heart rather than stealing someone else's. When will they learn! Great, I sound like some worn out agony aunt which was not my intention, just wanted to share this poem with you all so here it is, (in red. what a cliche!)
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
By W. B. Yeats
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the clothes under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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27 March, 2006
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Don't ever say 'I want'...
‘ We can never know what to want
because living only one life we can neither
compare it with our previous lives nor
perfect it in our lives to come. ‘
Milan Kundera, ‘The Unbearable LIghtness of Being’
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King of Wishful Thinking
I’ll get over you…I know I will.
I’ll pretend my ship’s not sinking
And I’ll tell myself I’m over you
‘casue I’m the king of wishful thinking
I am the king of wishful thinking
‘King of Wishful Thinking’ by Go West.
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I love this poem! Its hillarious. My comment in brackets-not part of the poem!
Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings
and some are treasured for their markings
[ William Caxton invented printing press, so here ‘birds with many wings’ is actually books-when books are perched on your hands, each side on each palm it resembles birds-especially when you were young and you’d draw birds and a broad wide ‘V’-well I did anyway, not all of us are gifted artists! Lol. ]
they cause the eyes to melt [Books make you cry]
or the body to shriek without pain. [Books make you laugh]
I have never seen one fly, but
sometimes they perch on the hand.
Mist is when the sky is tired of flight
and rests its soft machine on ground:
then the world is dim and bookish
like engravings under tissue paper.
Rain is when the earth is television.
It has the property of making clothes darker.
[ Simply put: when it rains you go inside and look out of your window-window becomes tv screen. Rain can makes clothes darker, even the world outside, even your mood! Makes me feel down-but i like that ‘down’ as opposed to the ‘down’ you feel when someone dies/ after a messy break…not that I would know. lol. ]
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