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What's Weird About a Mirror
What's weird about a mirror
is that I can never see
what my mirror looks like
without me.
I've peeked at it 'round corners
but my forehead I still see.
It still sees me.
I've hung down from the ceiling
by my ankles and my toes,
but it still knows.
I've tried to run right past it,
but as fast as I can go,
I still show.
What's weird about a mirror is
that I have never known
what my mirror looks like
all alone.
(C) 1998, Arden Davidson
What's weird about a mirror
is that I can never see
what my mirror looks like
without me.
I've peeked at it 'round corners
but my forehead I still see.
It still sees me.
I've hung down from the ceiling
by my ankles and my toes,
but it still knows.
I've tried to run right past it,
but as fast as I can go,
I still show.
What's weird about a mirror is
that I have never known
what my mirror looks like
all alone.
(C) 1998, Arden Davidson
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The Land of Mites and Maybees
Long, long ago
on an island far away,
sat The Land of Mites and Maybees
to the left of Backbone Bay.
The mites were hearty creatures,
they would never hurt a soul.
But their problem was they never could
achieve a single goal.
They knew just what they wanted,
and they'd ponder it at length,
but when it came to action,
they just didn't have the strength.
The maybees were quite similar,
with only slight revisions.
They'd say "maybe this" and "maybe that",
but never reached decisions.
There was a king, King Know It All,
who loved to take advantage
of these measly mites and maybees
whom without him could not manage.
Or so they thought, for they'd been told
and learned so deep within
that there's just no sense in trying
when you know you cannot win.
And so the king, with ruling hand
grew stronger every day.
For the mites and maybees just assumed
that his was the best way.
Till one bright day, out of the blue,
a mini-mite was walking
and in his sheltered innocence,
he suddenly began talking.
"Why do we weed our gardens by hand
when it's faster with a hoe?
And why do we sled in summertime
instead of in the snow?
"Why do we paint our buildings brown,
when red is so much brighter?
And why do we carry sacks of rocks
when stones are so much lighter?"
The mini-mite kept asking more,
like a record that was broken.
Though all of them had thought these things,
none had ever spoken.
"Shhh! Pipe down!", were the frightened cries
as they worried their king would hear.
The mites and maybees looked around,
their eyes spread wide with fear.
"I'll be quiet", said the mini-mite,
"but I just have one more querry.
If there's more of us than there is of him,
why is he so scary?"
The mites and maybees pondered this,
this thought that was quite new.
And as they tugged and wrestled it,
the logic in it grew.
Suddenly everything seemed so clear;
they all had minds of their own,
so why were they letting King Know It All
rule his mighty throne?
Well, it didn't take long once this thought was in place,
for weeds to be pulled out with hoes.
And it didn't take long for paint to be red
and for sleds to be used when it snows.
Soon the king got weaker, and finally left;
Left the whole kingdom far behind.
For he realized that not even he was as strong
as the power of speaking your mind.
(C) 1998, Arden Davidson
Long, long ago
on an island far away,
sat The Land of Mites and Maybees
to the left of Backbone Bay.
The mites were hearty creatures,
they would never hurt a soul.
But their problem was they never could
achieve a single goal.
They knew just what they wanted,
and they'd ponder it at length,
but when it came to action,
they just didn't have the strength.
The maybees were quite similar,
with only slight revisions.
They'd say "maybe this" and "maybe that",
but never reached decisions.
There was a king, King Know It All,
who loved to take advantage
of these measly mites and maybees
whom without him could not manage.
Or so they thought, for they'd been told
and learned so deep within
that there's just no sense in trying
when you know you cannot win.
And so the king, with ruling hand
grew stronger every day.
For the mites and maybees just assumed
that his was the best way.
Till one bright day, out of the blue,
a mini-mite was walking
and in his sheltered innocence,
he suddenly began talking.
"Why do we weed our gardens by hand
when it's faster with a hoe?
And why do we sled in summertime
instead of in the snow?
"Why do we paint our buildings brown,
when red is so much brighter?
And why do we carry sacks of rocks
when stones are so much lighter?"
The mini-mite kept asking more,
like a record that was broken.
Though all of them had thought these things,
none had ever spoken.
"Shhh! Pipe down!", were the frightened cries
as they worried their king would hear.
The mites and maybees looked around,
their eyes spread wide with fear.
"I'll be quiet", said the mini-mite,
"but I just have one more querry.
If there's more of us than there is of him,
why is he so scary?"
The mites and maybees pondered this,
this thought that was quite new.
And as they tugged and wrestled it,
the logic in it grew.
Suddenly everything seemed so clear;
they all had minds of their own,
so why were they letting King Know It All
rule his mighty throne?
Well, it didn't take long once this thought was in place,
for weeds to be pulled out with hoes.
And it didn't take long for paint to be red
and for sleds to be used when it snows.
Soon the king got weaker, and finally left;
Left the whole kingdom far behind.
For he realized that not even he was as strong
as the power of speaking your mind.
(C) 1998, Arden Davidson
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CLONING AND FAITH
Cloning designs nothing
Beyond the command of God,
There is every inch of reason
To continue the faith in Lord.
Why should there be a need
To explain the power of God?
Whose creation can create a human
How great will be that Lord.
The birth of light from Sun
The science of light on earth
The creation of man by God
The science of clone on earth.
All that takes place
Within the boundaries of world
Is either direct by the Lord
Or by some chosen means by God.
One such medium of creation
Has been designed as human
One such supreme creation
Is designed first by Lord.
Praise the King of world
And praise his creation too
How intense is the reason now to believe
Lord who bestows power to create to you too.
Nothing is beyond His control
Nothing takes without His will
All glory falls to Him
Who created the ones who can create.
***
Live a life
Only if you can strive
Not for the good of self
But for the self to be good.
* * * * *
A moment’s joy
An age’s despair
Life your ways
Are unfair.
* * * * *
In the difference
Between fair and material
Swings the human mind and soul,
Fate plays a game
And swing breaks
Man falls to breathe
Material world in grief.
****
With bright sunshine
When good time arrives
Ordinary smiles.
* * * * *
They rejoice on gain of loaf
They share pleasure of their own
Innocent, they believe
Just though it is
Life needs meal
Air to breathe
Love to share
Hope to dream.
* * * * *
You love and you realize
Sorrows are no surprise.
* * * * *
Life serves no roof
Many in search of secure death.
* * * * *
Written by – Ekta Kaur Kalra
Cloning designs nothing
Beyond the command of God,
There is every inch of reason
To continue the faith in Lord.
Why should there be a need
To explain the power of God?
Whose creation can create a human
How great will be that Lord.
The birth of light from Sun
The science of light on earth
The creation of man by God
The science of clone on earth.
All that takes place
Within the boundaries of world
Is either direct by the Lord
Or by some chosen means by God.
One such medium of creation
Has been designed as human
One such supreme creation
Is designed first by Lord.
Praise the King of world
And praise his creation too
How intense is the reason now to believe
Lord who bestows power to create to you too.
Nothing is beyond His control
Nothing takes without His will
All glory falls to Him
Who created the ones who can create.
***
Live a life
Only if you can strive
Not for the good of self
But for the self to be good.
* * * * *
A moment’s joy
An age’s despair
Life your ways
Are unfair.
* * * * *
In the difference
Between fair and material
Swings the human mind and soul,
Fate plays a game
And swing breaks
Man falls to breathe
Material world in grief.
****
With bright sunshine
When good time arrives
Ordinary smiles.
* * * * *
They rejoice on gain of loaf
They share pleasure of their own
Innocent, they believe
Just though it is
Life needs meal
Air to breathe
Love to share
Hope to dream.
* * * * *
You love and you realize
Sorrows are no surprise.
* * * * *
Life serves no roof
Many in search of secure death.
* * * * *
Written by – Ekta Kaur Kalra
LennyG
SPNer
Some of my poetry;-
Temple of One
You asked me to marry you.
I wasn’t ready,
I still had segments of my life
to live.
I wasn’t ready for commitment.
I was already married to the world.
I thrill on the loneliness of one.
Happy exploring my private trajectory.
I took many lifetimes building
my own platform,
I don’t want to share my intimate space
with you or God.
I am a solitary soul, this is my one man show.
Yes, I love you, but that is all;
a relationship would only make me
grow old.
Marriage would crucify my independence,
eroding away my hard earned confidence.
So I’ll remain happily alone,
in my strictly solo home.
(C)2008 Lenny Gazbowski
And my next poem:-
To Give
Bring me your trials
and in return
I'll offer you my justice
Bring me your heart
and in return
I'll replenish it with my blood
Bring me your loss
and in return
I'll blow it away
Bring me your lips
and I'll pour you my wine
Bring me your naked flesh
and I'll paint your portrait
Bring me your smile
and I'll return your laughter
(C) 2008 Lenny Gazbowski
I used to be a regular performer on the Merseyside circuit, due to poor health I no longer read my poetry at gig. However I continue to write poetry !
Hope you enjoyed the two poems I've posted.
LennyG
Temple of One
You asked me to marry you.
I wasn’t ready,
I still had segments of my life
to live.
I wasn’t ready for commitment.
I was already married to the world.
I thrill on the loneliness of one.
Happy exploring my private trajectory.
I took many lifetimes building
my own platform,
I don’t want to share my intimate space
with you or God.
I am a solitary soul, this is my one man show.
Yes, I love you, but that is all;
a relationship would only make me
grow old.
Marriage would crucify my independence,
eroding away my hard earned confidence.
So I’ll remain happily alone,
in my strictly solo home.
(C)2008 Lenny Gazbowski
And my next poem:-
To Give
Bring me your trials
and in return
I'll offer you my justice
Bring me your heart
and in return
I'll replenish it with my blood
Bring me your loss
and in return
I'll blow it away
Bring me your lips
and I'll pour you my wine
Bring me your naked flesh
and I'll paint your portrait
Bring me your smile
and I'll return your laughter
(C) 2008 Lenny Gazbowski
I used to be a regular performer on the Merseyside circuit, due to poor health I no longer read my poetry at gig. However I continue to write poetry !
Hope you enjoyed the two poems I've posted.
LennyG
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Marriage would crucify my independence,
eroding away my hard earned confidence.
So I’ll remain happily alone,
in my strictly solo home.
LennyG Ji,
Let me add some of my own words on this as I feel I'm in the same boat as your are.
I am willing to compromise
something I couldn't do in the past
But time made me all wise
and let's leave the past in the past
How would I define the boundaries
of what cannot be discussed anymore
I will just mind my own business
as we are not husband and wife anymore
But I do brighten up and get excited
with my heart working faster and harder
When I receive a call from you
thinking if you're coming my way, I wonder
But reality hits hard again when you speak business
shattering all the fantasy and illusion I built in the mind
pretending as if everything's ok and in success
hoping every tear I shed will make me humble and kind
eroding away my hard earned confidence.
So I’ll remain happily alone,
in my strictly solo home.
LennyG Ji,
Let me add some of my own words on this as I feel I'm in the same boat as your are.
I am willing to compromise
something I couldn't do in the past
But time made me all wise
and let's leave the past in the past
How would I define the boundaries
of what cannot be discussed anymore
I will just mind my own business
as we are not husband and wife anymore
But I do brighten up and get excited
with my heart working faster and harder
When I receive a call from you
thinking if you're coming my way, I wonder
But reality hits hard again when you speak business
shattering all the fantasy and illusion I built in the mind
pretending as if everything's ok and in success
hoping every tear I shed will make me humble and kind
LennyG
SPNer
Temple Of One was written towards the end of my first marriage. I was so unhappy ! And it shows ! I am now married to a wonderful caring lady, Nicky, who is my angel ! We share every day with laughter and love !!!:star:
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English is Tough Stuff (Chaos)
By Gerard Nolst Trenité (see note below)
Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it's written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.
Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.
Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation's OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.
Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.
Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.
Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.
Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.
Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ***, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.
Pronunciation -- think of Psyche!
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won't it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It's a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.
Finally, which rhymes with enough --
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!
Extraxct from a message received concerning the author :
By Gerard Nolst Trenité (see note below)
Dearest creature in creation,
Study English pronunciation.
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Suzy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy.
Tear in eye, your dress will tear.
So shall I! Oh hear my prayer.
Just compare heart, beard, and heard,
Dies and diet, lord and word,
Sword and sward, retain and Britain.
(Mind the latter, how it's written.)
Now I surely will not plague you
With such words as plaque and ague.
But be careful how you speak:
Say break and steak, but bleak and streak;
Cloven, oven, how and low,
Script, receipt, show, poem, and toe.
Hear me say, devoid of trickery,
Daughter, laughter, and Terpsichore,
Typhoid, measles, topsails, aisles,
Exiles, similes, and reviles;
Scholar, vicar, and cigar,
Solar, mica, war and far;
One, anemone, Balmoral,
Kitchen, lichen, laundry, laurel;
Gertrude, German, wind and mind,
Scene, Melpomene, mankind.
Billet does not rhyme with ballet,
Bouquet, wallet, mallet, chalet.
Blood and flood are not like food,
Nor is mould like should and would.
Viscous, viscount, load and broad,
Toward, to forward, to reward.
And your pronunciation's OK
When you correctly say croquet,
Rounded, wounded, grieve and sieve,
Friend and fiend, alive and live.
Ivy, privy, famous; clamour
And enamour rhyme with hammer.
River, rival, tomb, bomb, comb,
Doll and roll and some and home.
Stranger does not rhyme with anger,
Neither does devour with clangour.
Souls but foul, haunt but aunt,
Font, front, wont, want, grand, and grant,
Shoes, goes, does. Now first say finger,
And then singer, ginger, linger,
Real, zeal, mauve, gauze, gouge and gauge,
Marriage, foliage, mirage, and age.
Query does not rhyme with very,
Nor does fury sound like bury.
Dost, lost, post and doth, cloth, loth.
Job, nob, bosom, transom, oath.
Though the differences seem little,
We say actual but victual.
Refer does not rhyme with deafer.
Foeffer does, and zephyr, heifer.
Mint, pint, senate and sedate;
Dull, bull, and George ate late.
Scenic, Arabic, Pacific,
Science, conscience, scientific.
Liberty, library, heave and heaven,
Rachel, ache, moustache, eleven.
We say hallowed, but allowed,
People, leopard, towed, but vowed.
Mark the differences, moreover,
Between mover, cover, clover;
Leeches, breeches, wise, precise,
Chalice, but police and lice;
Camel, constable, unstable,
Principle, disciple, label.
Petal, panel, and canal,
Wait, surprise, plait, promise, pal.
Worm and storm, chaise, chaos, chair,
Senator, spectator, mayor.
Tour, but our and succour, four.
Gas, alas, and Arkansas.
Sea, idea, Korea, area,
Psalm, Maria, but malaria.
Youth, south, southern, cleanse and clean.
Doctrine, turpentine, marine.
Compare alien with Italian,
Dandelion and battalion.
Sally with ally, yea, ye,
Eye, I, ay, aye, whey, and key.
Say aver, but ever, fever,
Neither, leisure, skein, deceiver.
Heron, granary, canary.
Crevice and device and aerie.
Face, but preface, not efface.
Phlegm, phlegmatic, ***, glass, bass.
Large, but target, gin, give, verging,
Ought, out, joust and scour, scourging.
Ear, but earn and wear and tear
Do not rhyme with here but ere.
Seven is right, but so is even,
Hyphen, roughen, nephew Stephen,
Monkey, donkey, Turk and jerk,
Ask, grasp, wasp, and cork and work.
Pronunciation -- think of Psyche!
Is a paling stout and spikey?
Won't it make you lose your wits,
Writing groats and saying grits?
It's a dark abyss or tunnel:
Strewn with stones, stowed, solace, gunwale,
Islington and Isle of Wight,
Housewife, verdict and indict.
Finally, which rhymes with enough --
Though, through, plough, or dough, or cough?
Hiccough has the sound of cup.
My advice is to give up!
Extraxct from a message received concerning the author :
Dear John Lejderman,
The author of `English Is Tough Stuff' is Gerard Nolst Trenité (1870-1946), a Dutch teacher, who wrote under the pen name of `Charivarius'. The poem you have included on your web page was published in the textbook *Drop Your Foreign Accent. Engelsche Uitspraakoefeningen*. [*Drop Your Foreign Accent. English Pronunciation Exercises*] …..
The actual title of the poem is 'De Chaos', which (would you believe it) is Dutch for 'The Chaos'...
The author of `English Is Tough Stuff' is Gerard Nolst Trenité (1870-1946), a Dutch teacher, who wrote under the pen name of `Charivarius'. The poem you have included on your web page was published in the textbook *Drop Your Foreign Accent. Engelsche Uitspraakoefeningen*. [*Drop Your Foreign Accent. English Pronunciation Exercises*] …..
The actual title of the poem is 'De Chaos', which (would you believe it) is Dutch for 'The Chaos'...
Kind regards,
Arnold J Kreps
Arnold J Kreps
Just Sharing
Others are there too
Walking under it, enjoying its gift
How many times sun became talk of your interest?
Enjoying rain sitting in patio long time,
How much time process of rain shook you?
Enjoying the sweet of honey on a dried bread
How much consistent labor bees went through constantly over looked.
Engrossed in own satisfaction mind has not much time left
To consider life of a flower cultivates joy while inching toward death
Superior being of all indulged in little self
Stay in illusion to be here for ever, the lesser being
Are less into eternity delusions better aligned with laws of nature.
Get a moment to appreciate all in surroundings
And notice they are there not you alone.
Others are there too
Walking under it, enjoying its gift
How many times sun became talk of your interest?
Enjoying rain sitting in patio long time,
How much time process of rain shook you?
Enjoying the sweet of honey on a dried bread
How much consistent labor bees went through constantly over looked.
Engrossed in own satisfaction mind has not much time left
To consider life of a flower cultivates joy while inching toward death
Superior being of all indulged in little self
Stay in illusion to be here for ever, the lesser being
Are less into eternity delusions better aligned with laws of nature.
Get a moment to appreciate all in surroundings
And notice they are there not you alone.
Thanks for compliment though !gurvinder_janu
SPNer
Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh
Very thoughtful poem pk70 Ji
U r a gem. Thanx for sharing.
Please forgive me.
Very thoughtful poem pk70 Ji
U r a gem. Thanx for sharing.
Please forgive me.
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<<it is an expression of your big heats !!!.>>
hehehehe hahahaha
:rofl!!::crazy:
hehehehe hahahaha
:rofl!!::crazy:
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A Sikh's "inner" prayer
God, Give me "the kes", my love for the universe
that flows unconditionally
God, Give me "the kirpan", the will to be just
that makes me the brave.
God, Give me "the kacchera" , my obedience to you
that makes me a willing student.
God, Give me "the kanga", my awakened conscience
That clears up my thoughts.
God, Give me "the Kara", the rememberence of your Naam
That is with me all the time.
God, Give me "the kes", my love for the universe
that flows unconditionally
God, Give me "the kirpan", the will to be just
that makes me the brave.
God, Give me "the kacchera" , my obedience to you
that makes me a willing student.
God, Give me "the kanga", my awakened conscience
That clears up my thoughts.
God, Give me "the Kara", the rememberence of your Naam
That is with me all the time.
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which ones did you choose?
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monologue over !!
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