Busby

PINK SATURDAY

BUSBY

Remember Busby Berkeley? No of course you don't!
He was famous much too long ago.
He lived in an era even earlier than mine
And he could really put on a quite a show.
He used human bodies filmed from up above
At a time when film was in it's infancy.
Tricks were quite surprising, no one was blasé:
Everyone gasped at things that they could see.
If they saw massed bodies they knew that they were there
It wasn't case of multiplying one.
A hundred dancers dancing was exactly what it seemed.......
A hundred dancers dancing. What great fun!
So what does Busby have to do with the flowers up above?
Look closely at the petals there displayed.
See the faces? See the bodies and how cleverly they pose.
Marvel at how cleverly they're made.


From the 1930s
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EBB AND FLOW

(After Patience Strong)

The tides of life must ebb and flow;

In they come, then out they go.

One day we are full of cheer; 

The next day we feel more austere.

Happiness may sometimes surge;

Sometimes sadness sings a dirge.

But as the rhythm of the sea

Repeats with regularity,

So do our moods swing back and forth,

Sometimes South and sometimes North.

The secret is to stand aside

And view the ever-changing tide

As something passing, either way;

Good or bad will never stay.

When in luck don't stand and crow

On the highest hill for all to know.

When down don't wallow in despair

Moaning that life just isn't fair.

Remember that our lives are strange,

Always influenced by change.

Today you may feel pain and sorrow,

But you will jump for joy tomorrow.

If you are ebbing, at least you know

Tomorrow you'll leap into the flow.

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Unusual

JENNY MATLOCK
http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com.au/
letter 'U'

UNUSUAL

Usual things are friendly

So they don't seem a threat.

Unusual things give us a shock

And make us jump and sweat.

Loud bangs in the middle of the night

Cause us to wake-up in a fright!

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 AT ODDS WITH THE DAY

Oh fiend! You nestle in my brain,

With thoughts of uselessness and pain;

With scenes of sadness and distress

And every foul unhappiness.

No, not because it's Halloween

And ghosts and ghouls are on the scene,

But because my silly human mind,

Likes to leave pleasant things behind

And concentrate on all things foul;

The curt remark, the telling scowl,

The what has been, the what might be,

The dreadful possibility,

The illness that may yet appear,

The shock, the ugliness the fear.

The items on the morning news,

Men that murder, rape, abuse.

Wars and pestilence and death;

How I'll take my final breath.........

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The morning sun is in the sky

I should feel lively, bright and spry.

By now I think you may have guessed

That I have woken up depressed!

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