Childishness

It’s been a very trying day, so for today’s poetry post I give you simply this.

I Resign

I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.
I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8-year-old again.
I want to go to McDonald’s and think that it’s a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make ripples with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple.

When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn’t bother you, because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care.
All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.

I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want to live simple again.
I don’t want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip,illness, and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.

So…here’s my checkbook and my car keys, my credit cards and all my responsibility.

I am officially resigning from adulthood. And if you want to discuss this further, you’ll have to catch me first, ’cause,

“Tag! You’re it.”

~ Unkown

Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider can – a musical interlude

For those of you expecting a link to the spiderman theme tune, sorry, this isn’t it. It is however a song about a spiderman. It’s one of my all time favourite songs by Icelandic singer Hafdis Huld. A bit of a poetry cheat today, but I’m sure you won’t mind and just enjoy the entertainment.

He’d rather swing from a cable, than sit by the table and eat cake
He’s half way up, before you’re even awake
He’s got style, and still they dial the police
Just wait, he’ll come down in one piece

He’s said before there’s a risk I know
Feeling almost that it’s part of the show

They call him kongulo you’ll never see him in an elevator
It moves too slow
See you later, he’ll see you later
Let’s hope the winds don’t blow
Watch out here comes the kongulo

Afraid of heights when it comes to flights of stairs
But when he starts to move nobody cares
No safety line he takes his time out there
Stops for coffee and the rest of us just stare

He’s said before there’s a risk I know
Feeling almost that it’s part of the show

They call him kongulo you’ll never see him in an elevator
It moves too slow
See you later, he’ll see you later
Please don’t make it snow
Watch out here comes the kongulo

It made us all even keener
When he hitched a ride with a window cleaner
Human kongulo’s are rare
Now he’s on TV talking about his hair

They call him kongulo you’ll never see him in an elevator
It moves too slow
See you later, he’ll see you later
Lets hope the winds don’t blow
Watch out here comes the kongulo

Watch out here comes the kongulo

Watch out here comes the kongulo

Scrawled on an old school desk….

Latin is a language,
As dead, as dead can be.
First it killed the Romans,
And now it’s killing me!

Sometimes it’s a wonder that the English language doesn’t go the same way!

I shared an image about the English language on my Facebook page yesterday, and it sparked some interesting conversation between the boyfriend and I over drinks in the pub, not to mention the seeking out of this favourite childhood poem of mine, which he found rather amusing given he’d never heard it before.

The English Language

Some words have different meanings
and yet they’re spelled the same.
A cricket is an insect,
to play it – it’s a game.

On every hand, in every land,
it’s thoroughly agreed,
The English language to explain,
is very hard indeed.

Some people say that you’re dear,
yet dear is far from cheap.
A jumper is a thing to wear,
yet a jumper has to leap.

It’s very clear, it’s very queer,
and, pray who to blame
For different meanings to some words,
pronounced and spelled the same?

A little journey is a trip,
a trip is when you fall.
It doesn’t mean you have to dance,
whene’er you hold a ball.

Now here’s a thing that puzzles me:
musicians of good taste
Will very often form a band -
I have one around my waist!

You spin a top, go for a spin,
or spin yarn maybe -
Yet every spin’s a different spin,
as you can plainly see.

Now here’s a most peculiar thing,
’twas told me as a joke -
A dumb man wouldn’t speak a word,
yet seized a wheel and spoke!

A door may often be ajar,
but give the door a slam
And then your nerves receive a jar -
and then there’s jars of jam.

You’ve heard, of course, of traffic jams,
and jams you give your thumbs.
And adders, too, one is a snake,
the other adds up sums.

A policeman is a copper,
it’s nickname (impolite!)
Yet a copper in the kitchen,
is an article you light.

On every hand, in every land,
it’s thoroughly agreed,
The English language to explain,
is very hard indeed!

Harry Hemsley, 1962

Don’t Quit – A mid month motivational post

I should have called this poetry week instead of thought week, so I’m going to change it to that, because I am really struggling to come up with ideas of what to write with regards to the “thoughtful” heading. In fact most of the posts I’ve come up with over the last few days have been scheduled for my general week next week, because that’s where they fit.

So for today I am giving you a motivational post, because I am not going to let my struggle with this topic stop me from my post a day. There is always a way to carry on when you are stuck even if it does mean changing the focus of this week. I am going to get on with getting on. I am going to make the changes that are required, because one thing is certain. I am *not* going to quit this challenge.

Don’t Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high;
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are;
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit.

Valentines Day

“The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.”
~ Stephen King

Isn’t that just the truth? How impossible it is to say how we feel, because the words are never enough.

In this 24/7 world where acronyms rule and everything has to be shortened, not even I Love You is safe any more, and yet sometimes there is nothing better than to see this little string of numbers appended to a text message or hidden in a tweet.

Three small numbers, out there in plain sight for all to see, but for only those in the know to understand, so for those of you who don’t know, I’m letting you in on the secret.

8. 3. 1.

Eight Letters

Three Words

One Meaning

I. Love. You.

Happy Valentines Day everyone.

Daisy

x

Affection, reflection, peace, quiet and understanding

“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.”
~ Lao Tau

Another variation on my favourite Taoist belief, the principle of Wu Wei

“The Tao does nothing, yet nothing remains undone.”
~ Lao Tzu

If you know anything about taoism, you’ll understand this.  If you don’t I cannot explain it to you, because it cannot be explained, even The Tao Te Ching (the book of Tao, or the Dow-Day-Jing if you want to impress your friends by knowing) by Lao Tzu says the same, the tao, is a true belief, it is no doctrine that you must follow, no action that you must take, it is a simple way of life you must become at one with.

Everyone should read the Tao Te Ching once in their life, if you cannot, or if you wish for a more ‘universal’ solution, then I recommend you read the following two books by Benjamin Hoff.  The Tao of Pooh and The Te of Piglet, take the much loved and well known, characters of A.A.Milne’s Winnie the Pooh, and use this ‘bear of little brain’ and his friends, to allow you to understand the taoist beliefs.  Yes, something so childish and simple is a perfect demonstration of something else so simple, it’s a shame more people don’t understand.

Whatever your religion, race, creed, colour, choice of ‘label’, I guarantee you will find something of value in any of the above books.  Take the time, let me now what you think…

You are my sonshine

“By the time a man realises that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he’s wrong.”
~ Charles Wadsworth

Man and boy, my partner and his son.

These two are my sunshine.

It’s a train!

“The only way of catching a train I ever discovered, was to miss the train before.”
~ G.K. Chesterton

The caravan park where I would spend my childhood summers was bordered, my a train line, and even had a station right beside its entrance, built to service the local village, but located almost as if it was built for the sole use of the holidaymakers on the park.

Back then rail travel was cheap, easy and relatively crowd free. It was many a day that my friends and I would run up to the station in a morning, collect our day passes, and jump on and off the trains all day long. I don’t know why I stopped using trains, perhaps it was just the independence, cheapness, and unrestricted choice of location that cam with owning a car and a motorbike. I just seemed to stop using trains when I reached 16 and never looked back.

I have in the last two years however, re-discovered my love of public transport, and use trains and buses all the time. They provide such a great little microcosm of life that they have become one of my favourite people watching opportunities. So much so, that I am almost tempted to make an unnecessary train trip or spend a day travelling round on buses, just to make notes on life.

Good Morning

Challenge Daisy Day 3 – A quick morning wake up call.

Helen woke with a start, as she felt the dead weight land on top of her, pinning her to the bed. ‘Damn Dog’ she thought sourly as she looked for the clock. The bright green digits displaying 6:00am burned into her eyes as she peered through the darkness. She sat up and pushed Carlos, her chocolate brown Labrador off the bed.

After a long stretch, she got up and blearily walked through her flat to the small kitchen, her head beginning to pound as she slowly remembered the empty bottle of wine next to the sofa. Locating the bag of dog food, she poured a generous helping into his bowl, and just about managed to put it down on the floor before the contents were descended on by her over-enthusiastic pet.

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Daisy’s got talent?

February Challenges Day Two

I don’t think I’ve ever been as nervous as I was at that moment, standing on the edge of the stage, waiting anxiously for my name to be called, for my moment in the spotlight, for my chance to showcase what I could do.

I’d rehearsed every word I was going to say, every step I was going to make, every action I was going to take one hundred times or more every day since I’d found out about the auditions three months ago.

I’d spent seven hours standing in a line of thousands of other hopefuls, all waiting like me for their moment to shine. All screaming and shouting with overdone enthusiasm every time the television cameras came anywhere near by. All rehearsing nervously, or chatting away madly in an effort to pass the time and allay their fears.

There was a sudden frenzy of activity around me and I knew instinctively that it was my turn to go on. I inhaled deeply, shook every part of my body, and took my first tentative steps out onto the stage, trying not to look to take a sideways glance at the packed theatre, instead concentrating on reaching the centre of the stage, where a silver duct tape X marked the spot on which I was supposed to stand.

As I turned on the spot to face the audience and the judges in front of me I felt a familiar lightness in my head, and my knees begin to buckle, as I opened my mouth to say my name the wave of nausea I’d been fighting finally hit me, and I fainted.

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