COLOR CARNIVAL
SUGARED ALMONDS!
A dull day, threatening rain.
A grim railway waiting-room threatening boredom.
A magical sugared-almond window to lift my spirits!
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Another look at the railway here:
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Familiar?
Bronzino
SIMPLY SNICKERS
FAMILIAR?
He lived four hundred years ago
And yet I positively swear
I saw him only yesterday,
Though I admit he'd changed his hair!
That 'young-man' look was just the same!
That arrogance and feline grace,
That look of godlike certainty
Upon his condescending face!
Maybe the hands were less well-groomed;
'Yesterday' chewed his finger-nails!
But the 'young man' features were the same
The 'look' of post-pubescent males.
Change him in your imagination!
Go on ! Give him spiky hair!
Put a ring in his bottom lip
And a T-shirt (grubby) for him to wear!
You've met him too; I know you have!
Though this one's from the upper-crust.
Masculinity at its peak
Full of bravado, cut and thrust......
What a pity that all things come to dust.
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Memories of the same here:
Pinkypod
PINK SATURDAY
PINKYPOD
PINKYPOD
I don't possess an iPod;
I don't really desire one.
So I'm not in the market
To purchase or to hire one.
Melodies by the hundred
Can be heard at any minute,
Two hundred and forty items
They tell me it has in it!
But I recall the old days
Listening to the radio,
When sudden recognition
Brought a bright all-over glow!
I'd be standing at the sink
And the radio would be playing
And, suddenly, I'd be alert
As I heard the announcer saying
That 'my favourite tune' was next in line!
I'd stand there like a stone
As the music from some dance-band
Played for me alone.
And at the end I'd sort of sigh!
It had been quite sublime.
But now I knew I'd have to wait
Till it came around next time.
I'd hum the melody in my head
To hold-on to the pleasure.
So each particular hit-song
Became a special treasure.
But now, a finger-jab away,
Is quick gratification!
No waiting, yearning, hoping;
No desirous contemplation.
Quickly come, and quickly go,
Short-byte! One two three!
But where's that old-time magic?
The iPod's not for me!
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Another cry from the heart here:
Friday, November 20, 2009
Pretty Polly
Polly Jones
PRETTY POLLY
Though you may search high and low
No parrot is around!
But the artist's name is Polly
And she has just been found!
No doubt other bloggers
Have had her on their list,
But her bright and brilliant artistry
Is something that I've missed.
She paints comfortable items
But imbues them with such verve!
Her spoons have such a shimmer!
Her glass has such a curve!
The paint is alway rich and moist!
The colours really sing!
Her flowers have the freshness
Of a never-ending Spring!
So I give my thanks to blogging;
It has given me the chance
To visit Polly's Place on line
And to see her colours dance.
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Please visit Polly Jones!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Risky Business!
ACROSTIC ONLY
(Don't Even Think About It!)
RISKY BUSINESS!
Don't even think about it! Use your common sense!
Only fools attempt to break the law!
Never do the wrong thing! You'll be labelled dense.
Traffic Cops are quite quick on the draw!
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Every little speeding ticket adds to your regret;
Very soon the burden will be great.
Every fine you have to pay will multiply your debt,
Nothing can expunge it! It's your fate!
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To think that you may kill someone or cause them to be maimed!
Heaven help us! Could you really live with that?
If a devil's in you, you must make sure that it's tamed.
Nightmares come from knocking people flat!
Keep you wits about you when you get behind the wheel!
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And watch that old speedometer as well.
Break-neck speeds may often feel exciting and unreal.
Over-confidence can lead you straight to hell!
Unless you're stone-cold sober you must never, never drive!
Teetotallers are in charge of their thirst.
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It's really much more pleasant if we all can stay alive.
Think about it! Think of Safety First!
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Be sure your sins will find you out here:
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Rubaiyat Readings
Dulac
ABC WEDNESDAY
Letter "R".
RUBAIYAT READINGS
THE ORIGINAL
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to rest.
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And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend--ourselves to make a Couch--for whom?
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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!
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Alike for those who for To-day prepare,
And those that after some To-morrow stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries
"Fools! Your Reward is neither Here nor There.
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And when like her, oh, Saki, you shall pass
Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
And in your joyous errand reach the spot
Where I made One--turn down an empty Glass!"
And when like her, oh, Saki, you shall pass
Among the Guests Star-scatter'd on the Grass,
And in your joyous errand reach the spot
Where I made One--turn down an empty Glass!"
Omar Khayyám from His Rubáiyát
The Comment
So Omar wrote! So were his words translated!
Some of the loveliest words, I think, created.
Maybe depressing, in a mournful way,
And yet with sweet emotions permeated.
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When I was young 'The Rubaiyat', I said,
Answered the questions streaming through my head.
In other tomes I read of life immortal,
But this work showed me where my living led.
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My copy is now threadbare, old and worn;
I see some pages are becoming torn,
But still that tiny book reveals to me
That we are dying from the day we're born.
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'Nothingness'.....What a very soothing thought;
So much more hopeful than the other sort.
'Life everlasting' hasn't the appeal,
When I'm considering the last resort.
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Omar Khayyam has given me the key
To cope with what most certainly will be.
So long as someone's 'turning down a glass'
I'll raise one to no longer being me.
Brenda Bryant from Her Blog!
Brenda Bryant from Her Blog!
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A more lighthearted look at the Grim Reaper here:
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
It Fell into my Lapis!
ANCIENT
MODERN
MY TRUE COLOURS
suggests
Lapis Lazuli
IT FELL INTO MY LAPIS!
I was thinking of lapis lazuli (as I very frequently do!)
When a card of that very colour was delivered!
And I was so overcome with all that serendipity
That I simply gazed at it a while, and really quivered!
Maybe I exaggerate, but it was a quirk of fate
That the colour that I sought was in my hand!
And it made me ponder deep and long on the way that times have changed!
The commonplace was once so rare and grand!
To make the ancient artifact the precious stuff was mined
In long-gone times, deep in Afghanistan
And it was considered rich and rare in Egypt and beyond
Long before modern history began.
As paint it decorated many a lovely piece,
And ornaments were carved with antique skill,
While only Royalty could boast that lovely Royal Blue
And Commoners could only gaze and thrill.
Yet now, because of science, all colours can be ours;
As, above, on the cheapest cardboard, as you see!
It's a throw-away, a piece of junk, some garbage, nothing more,
But the glory of it's colour ! Glory be!
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Mining lapis lazuli today.
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More mining magic here:
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