Last night, or rather
This morning I went to bed
At two am and
Woke up now at six
Leaving me too tired to
Post a morning post
With a photograph
Or image that you may find
Quite Interesting
So this is all I
Can do, and that would be to
Count some syllables
Because you know me
I very much love to count
In five – seven – fives
Someone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?
“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.”
Hmm. What should you have told me months ago?
What haven’t you been telling me?
All this time we have been together
For some reason
I am not getting a good feeling
I knew there must have been cause
For all your weekend work
The unscheduled callouts
Work-related schedules
That would happen
On my time
Go
I’m over you
There is no need
For any more messages
Left for me on my voice mail
That I can hardly make out
Do not want to make out
Do not want to hear it
And BTW, there is no message
That I do not know anyway
I was not born yesterday
I do not mind sharing
It is secrets I do not like
And information being withheld
As if I would even care
I’m tired, I’m off to bed
But before I go –
No joy from me
Help yourself
Good night
In days before October
Ten pm used to be Ten pm
It made me so happy
Was able to have an evening routine
Meditation, quietness and all those things
One would do at night
Before writing Daily Post
Which I only discovered
In September
October arrived
And times they do change
Ten o’clock now became eleven
So another hour later
It is not all bad
Extra reading and music time
Keep oneself occupied
Meditate a bit more
Just Do Not fall asleep
Welcome November
My ten o’clock original
Has now become midnight
So every night
I find myself looking at walls
And writing books
And keeping busy
With lots of coffee
To stay awake
For the Daily Post
Which for me has become
The Midnight Post
But now the problem is
I am awake
And I am typing
But am SO, SO tired
I am unable to think
About anything other
Than Why, Why, Why
Do times have to keep on changing?
Why can’t Ten pm stay Ten pm?
Past Midnight which used to be Past Ten Pm
I would not know why
You would feel the way you do
I would not know what
I would even say to you
You feelings are yours
Your emotions turn me blue
You are my friend
I have always told you so
And if you would feel more
I will have no part on it
There will be no response
For silence is what I do
Any reply – any words you may desire
You will have to write yourself
So go well, my friend
Farewell
Bouquet welcoming
Mothers and their offspring when
They escape their home
When all around is dark
And all you know is night
Feel the hope within
And move towards the light
Kind soul sang my words
Back to me
So I can know
My words will reach
Where they need to go
Immediate response in my mind
Did I fill the world with love
Did I fill the world with love
Did I fill the world with love my whole life through
Because! My School Song
Sung at the end of every year
One hundred and fifty girls
Tucked up in a convent far away
Will I fill the world with love
Will I fill the world with love
My whole life through
It is the noontime of my life
This evening as I would type
And I look to the moonlight
Tomorrow the shining sun so bright
In vast, endless sky deep blue
And the blessing I will ask will remain
Unchanging
To be brave and strong and true
And to fill the world with love my whole life through!
Fill the World with Love
Music & Lyrics by Leslie Bricusse
Artist – Petula Clark
Album – Goodbye Mr. Chips
Lyrics – Fill The World With Love
In the morning of my life I shall look to the sunrise.
At a moment in my life when the world is new.
And the blessing I shall ask is that God will grant me,
To be brave and strong and true,
And to fill the world with love my whole life through.
(Chorus)
And to fill the world with love
And to fill the world with love
And to fill the world with love my whole life through
In the noontime of my life I shall look to the sunshine,
At a moment in my life when the sky is blue.
And the blessing I shall ask shall remain unchanging.
To be brave and strong and true,
And to fill the world with love my whole life through
(Chorus)
In the evening of my life I shall look to the sunset,
At a moment in my life when the night is due.
And the question I shall ask only I can answer.
Was I brave and strong and true?
Did I fill the world with love my whole life through?
All the hurt
All the pain
Cutting so deep
Into my heart
Into my life
Have all found their way
Out of my mind
Out of my head
How ironic to find
In the depths of soul pain
No further ache
But balm for my wound
A gift so free
Given to me
Where I can express
Myself so easily
And it helps me now
Every day
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/oh-the-irony/
Yesterday was Mel-
Bourne Cup day in Aussie land,
Big Celebrations
Even wore a fascinator
Because I could
So I did
Except I had one of my
Roller coaster days
So was in tears
For most of it
And I am still getting teary-eyed
Thinking about some words said to me
That I took personally
And have wounded me
I have always not liked my
Success stories to be
Spicy at all
In fact just the other day
Father’s Day to be exact
Invitations did I extend
For a lunch of curry
We dined, we feasted, it was grand
Until I was told
The menu is great
It is wonderful
Thank you so much
But just so you know
The menu did not contain
Curry at all
Casserole maybe, there was no spice
No chilli pepper can one taste
Take a bit of risk
Let loose in the world
I have been reprimanded
At least four times today
Told what to do
And what to say
And what not to say
And what not to do
Get some sleep
Eat well
Be in balance
Moderation is key!
I have lived my life
Cooking curries that are not
Curries at all
Dining on casseroles
Perhaps it is time
Oh yes please!
To add some spice
To that casserole
Of mine
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/the-spice-of-success/
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