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lg325
Diamond Member
My Room
They say that the state of your surrounding is the state of your mindI suppose that’s accurate
For my surrounding match my mind clearly
The sheets are in a pile at the end of the bed
The shoes are everywhere
Dirty laundry is scattered over the floor
Nothing is in its place
Looking at all of it and I think I should fix it
Clean it up, make my room tidy once more
But I do none of that, instead, I lay on the bed
Staring blankly at it all and try my hardest not to see it, for, in reality, I’m just as lazy as a cat
I’m not a writer, just a bored gamer
Israel Sambola
Mindful
Diamond Member
- Banned
- #1,584
“Intuition is the intelligence of the soul.
She can predict developments
and give everyone the best advice,
the one who can be quiet enough inside,
to hear her silent voice.
She's getting her way off
the laws of space and time
and look with ease
Behind the scenes of reality,
Where the real game at.
And you understand without understanding,
you see without eyes,
you will be moved,
cause you're completely silent. "... ♡..
[Hans Kruppa, thank you]
She can predict developments
and give everyone the best advice,
the one who can be quiet enough inside,
to hear her silent voice.
She's getting her way off
the laws of space and time
and look with ease
Behind the scenes of reality,
Where the real game at.
And you understand without understanding,
you see without eyes,
you will be moved,
cause you're completely silent. "... ♡..
[Hans Kruppa, thank you]
lg325
Diamond Member
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ‘The Rainy Day‘.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life, some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary …
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life, some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary …
lg325
Diamond Member
Now winter nights enlarge
This number of their hours;
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o'erflow with wine,
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine.
Now yellow waxen lights
Shall wait on honey love
While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights
Sleep's leaden spells remove.
This time doth well dispense
With lovers' long discourse;
Much speech hath some defense,
Though beauty no remorse.
All do not all things well:
Some measures comely tread,
Some knotted riddles tell,
Some poems smoothly read.
The summer hath his joys,
And winter his delights;
Though love and all his pleasures are but toys
They shorten tedious nights.
Thomas Campion
Thomas Campion sometimes Campian w
lg325
Diamond Member
Meditatio
Ezra Pound 1885 (Hailey) – 1972 (Venice)
When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs
I am compelled to conclude
That man is the superior animal.
When I consider the curious habits of man
I confess, my friend, I am puzzled.
Mindful
Diamond Member
- Banned
- #1,590
f I could LIVE MY LIFE one more time...
I would have stayed in bed when I was sick instead of thinking the world would collapse without me if I didn't go to work that day.
I would have said less and heard more.
I would have invited friends to dinner, even though my rug had some insignificant stains or the color of the couch was faded.
I would have eaten popcorn in the "good" room and worried a lot less about the dirt if someone wanted to light the fireplace.
I would have listened to the stories my father told about his youth.
I would have shared the "more" responsibility with my husband.
I would never insist on having car windows closed on a summer day because my hair looks good.
I would have laughed and cried less in front of tv than I watched life.
I would have sat on the grass even if my clothes would have been stained.
I would have never bought anything just because it was practical.
Instead of wishing that the nine months of pregnancy would pass soon I would have treasured every moment and realized that the miracle that grew inside me was my only chance in life to help God perform a miracle I'm going to go to the
If my kids would kiss me, I would never say, "Not now. "Go wash your hands first for dinner."
There would be more: "I love you". More " Sorry " .
But more than anything else, if I had another chance, I would use every minute to really pay attention to my life, live more intensely.
Stop worrying about small things. Don't give your attention to someone who doesn't like you.
Instead, feel and appreciate the relationships you have with those who are good for you and your soul.. ♡..
[Jane Goodall, thank you
Art by Pinterest]
I would have stayed in bed when I was sick instead of thinking the world would collapse without me if I didn't go to work that day.
I would have said less and heard more.
I would have invited friends to dinner, even though my rug had some insignificant stains or the color of the couch was faded.
I would have eaten popcorn in the "good" room and worried a lot less about the dirt if someone wanted to light the fireplace.
I would have listened to the stories my father told about his youth.
I would have shared the "more" responsibility with my husband.
I would never insist on having car windows closed on a summer day because my hair looks good.
I would have laughed and cried less in front of tv than I watched life.
I would have sat on the grass even if my clothes would have been stained.
I would have never bought anything just because it was practical.
Instead of wishing that the nine months of pregnancy would pass soon I would have treasured every moment and realized that the miracle that grew inside me was my only chance in life to help God perform a miracle I'm going to go to the
If my kids would kiss me, I would never say, "Not now. "Go wash your hands first for dinner."
There would be more: "I love you". More " Sorry " .
But more than anything else, if I had another chance, I would use every minute to really pay attention to my life, live more intensely.
Stop worrying about small things. Don't give your attention to someone who doesn't like you.
Instead, feel and appreciate the relationships you have with those who are good for you and your soul.. ♡..
[Jane Goodall, thank you
Art by Pinterest]
Mindful
Diamond Member
- Banned
- #1,591
“I tell of hearts and souls and dances...
Butterflies and second chances;
Desperate ones and dreamers bound,
Seeking life from barren ground,
Who suffer on in earthly fate
The bitter pain of agony hate,
Might but they stop and here forgive
Would break the bonds to breathe and live
And find that God in goodness brings
A chance for change, the hope of wings
To rest in Him, and self to die
And so become a butterfly.”
― Karen Kingsbury, Oceans Apart
Butterflies and second chances;
Desperate ones and dreamers bound,
Seeking life from barren ground,
Who suffer on in earthly fate
The bitter pain of agony hate,
Might but they stop and here forgive
Would break the bonds to breathe and live
And find that God in goodness brings
A chance for change, the hope of wings
To rest in Him, and self to die
And so become a butterfly.”
― Karen Kingsbury, Oceans Apart
'My own heart let me more have pity on'
BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINSMy own heart let me more have pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; not live this tormented mind
With this tormented mind tormenting yet.
I cast for comfort I can no more get
By groping round my comfortless, than blind
Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find
Thirst's all-in-all in all a world of wet.
Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise
You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size
At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile
's not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather — as skies
Betweenpie mountains — lights a lovely mile.
Greg
The Waradgery Tribe by Dame Mary Gilmore
Harried we were, and spent,
broken and falling,
ere as the cranes we went,
crying and calling.
Summer shall see the bird
backward returning;
never shall there be heard
those, who went yearning.
Emptied of us the land;
ghostly our going;
fallen like spears the hand
dropped in the throwing.
We are the lost who went,
like the cranes, crying;
hunted, lonely and spent
broken and dying.
Greg
Harried we were, and spent,
broken and falling,
ere as the cranes we went,
crying and calling.
Summer shall see the bird
backward returning;
never shall there be heard
those, who went yearning.
Emptied of us the land;
ghostly our going;
fallen like spears the hand
dropped in the throwing.
We are the lost who went,
like the cranes, crying;
hunted, lonely and spent
broken and dying.
Greg
It's a queer world; we used to call "the prophets of doom" "bloody crackpots".
Said Hanrahan
“We’ll all be rooned”, said Hanrahan
In accents most forlorn
Outside the church, ere Mass began
One frosty Sunday morn’
The congregation stood about
Coat collars to the ears
And talked of stock and crops and drought
As it had done for years
“It’s lookin’ crook” said Daniel Croke
“Bedad it’s cruke me lad,
But never since the banks went broke
Has seasons been so bad”
“It’s dry all right” said young O’Neil
With which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel
And chewed a piece of bark
And so around the chorus ran
“It’s keepin’ dry no doubt”
“We’ll all be rooned” said Hanrahan
“Before the year is out”
“The crops are done, you’ll have your work
To save one bag of grain
From here way out to Back o’ Bourke
They’re singing out for rain”
“They’re singin’ out for rain” he said
“And all the tanks are dry.”
The congregation scratched its head
And gazed around the sky
“There won’t be grass, in any case
Enough to feed and ass
There’s not a blade on Casey’s place
As I came down to Mass”
“If rain don’t come this month” said Dan
And cleared his throat to speak
“We’ll all be rooned” said Hanrahan
“If rain don’t come this week”
A heavy silence seemed to steal
On all at his remark
And each man squatted on his heel
And chewed a piece of bark
“We want an inch of rain, we do”
O’Neil observed at last
But Croke “maintained” we wanted two
To put the danger past
“If we don’t get three inches man
Or four to break this drought.
We’ll all be rooned” said Hanrahan
“Before the year is out”
In God’s good time, down came the rain,
And all the afternoon
On iron roof and window pane
It drummed a homely tune
And through the night it pattered still
And lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window sill
Kept talking to themselves
It pelted, pelted all day long
A-singing at its work
Till every heart took up the song
Way out to Back o’ Bourke
And every creek a banker ran
And dams filled overtop
“We’ll all be rooned” said Hanrahan
“If this rain doesn’t stop”
And stop it did in God’s good time
And Spring came into fold
A mantle o’er the hills sublime
Of green and pink and gold
And days went by on dancing feet
With harvest hopes immense
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat
Nid-nodding o’er the fence
And, oh, the smiles on every face
As happy lad and lass
Through grass knee deep on Casey’s place
Went riding down to Mass
While round the church in clothes genteel
Discoursed the men of mark
And each man squatted on his heel
And chewed a piece of bark
“There’ll be bush fires for sure, me man,
There will without a doubt
We’ll all be rooned” said Hanrahan
“Before the year is out”
John O’Brien
Said Hanrahan
“We’ll all be rooned”, said Hanrahan
In accents most forlorn
Outside the church, ere Mass began
One frosty Sunday morn’
The congregation stood about
Coat collars to the ears
And talked of stock and crops and drought
As it had done for years
“It’s lookin’ crook” said Daniel Croke
“Bedad it’s cruke me lad,
But never since the banks went broke
Has seasons been so bad”
“It’s dry all right” said young O’Neil
With which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel
And chewed a piece of bark
And so around the chorus ran
“It’s keepin’ dry no doubt”
“We’ll all be rooned” said Hanrahan
“Before the year is out”
“The crops are done, you’ll have your work
To save one bag of grain
From here way out to Back o’ Bourke
They’re singing out for rain”
“They’re singin’ out for rain” he said
“And all the tanks are dry.”
The congregation scratched its head
And gazed around the sky
“There won’t be grass, in any case
Enough to feed and ass
There’s not a blade on Casey’s place
As I came down to Mass”
“If rain don’t come this month” said Dan
And cleared his throat to speak
“We’ll all be rooned” said Hanrahan
“If rain don’t come this week”
A heavy silence seemed to steal
On all at his remark
And each man squatted on his heel
And chewed a piece of bark
“We want an inch of rain, we do”
O’Neil observed at last
But Croke “maintained” we wanted two
To put the danger past
“If we don’t get three inches man
Or four to break this drought.
We’ll all be rooned” said Hanrahan
“Before the year is out”
In God’s good time, down came the rain,
And all the afternoon
On iron roof and window pane
It drummed a homely tune
And through the night it pattered still
And lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window sill
Kept talking to themselves
It pelted, pelted all day long
A-singing at its work
Till every heart took up the song
Way out to Back o’ Bourke
And every creek a banker ran
And dams filled overtop
“We’ll all be rooned” said Hanrahan
“If this rain doesn’t stop”
And stop it did in God’s good time
And Spring came into fold
A mantle o’er the hills sublime
Of green and pink and gold
And days went by on dancing feet
With harvest hopes immense
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat
Nid-nodding o’er the fence
And, oh, the smiles on every face
As happy lad and lass
Through grass knee deep on Casey’s place
Went riding down to Mass
While round the church in clothes genteel
Discoursed the men of mark
And each man squatted on his heel
And chewed a piece of bark
“There’ll be bush fires for sure, me man,
There will without a doubt
We’ll all be rooned” said Hanrahan
“Before the year is out”
John O’Brien
I've read a lot of his poems over the years; first when I was about sixteen. Nearly caused my English Teacher to blow a gasket. lol I found an Anthology in the Library and searched him out.I like Manley Hopkins, Greg.
Completely different: This was a popular song in its day.
Greg
Mindful
Diamond Member
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I've read a lot of his poems over the years; first when I was about sixteen. Nearly caused my English Teacher to blow a gasket. lol I found an Anthology in the Library and searched him out.
Completely different: This was a popular song in its day.
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Greg
Don’t know that one.
Mindful
Diamond Member
- Banned
- #1,598
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
Sir John Lubbock, 'The Use of Life'.
Devil’s Dyke, South Downs, Sussex, England by Jen White.
Sir John Lubbock, 'The Use of Life'.
JoeMoma
Platinum Member
- Nov 22, 2014
- 22,832
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Beans, beans, they’re good for your heart
The more you eat them, the more you fart,
The more you fart the better you feel
So eat your beans with every meal.
Beans, beans, the musical fruit
The more you eat, the more you toot
The more you toot, the better you feel.
So let's have beans with every meal
The more you eat them, the more you fart,
The more you fart the better you feel
So eat your beans with every meal.
Beans, beans, the musical fruit
The more you eat, the more you toot
The more you toot, the better you feel.
So let's have beans with every meal
miketx
Diamond Member
- Dec 25, 2015
- 121,556
- 70,505
- 2,645
- Banned
- #1,600
Thank you for the return to 4th grade.Beans, beans, they’re good for your heart
The more you eat them, the more you fart,
The more you fart the better you feel
So eat your beans with every meal.
Beans, beans, the musical fruit
The more you eat, the more you toot
The more you toot, the better you feel.
So let's have beans with every meal
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