If you would allow me
I would be your leading lady
If you could love me
I would allow you to
If you would allow me
I would love you forever
If you could desire me
I’d never let you go
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Bird on a Wire
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Grid.”
Kookaburra, kookaburra
What do you say to me
In the morning, dark and cold
You cackle your song at me
Out of slumber, out of sleep
You raise your voice at me
Laughing, mocking while I wake
Wrenching me from my dreams
Eternally Mine
I heard this on the bus this morning, one of my all-time favorites.
“With you eternally mine,
in love there is no measure of time”.
That’s so Funny!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “These Horns Were Made for Tooting.”
I have a sense of humor. It is not often on display, because I take myself and my world way too seriously most of the time. Like yesterday, I had an awful day. I mini-snapped. I just cut someone off and walked away. I totally lost my humor. I don’t snap often. But it happened. Yesterday. I took a few deep breaths, composed myself and went back to deal with it. But I do have a sense of humor. And some others are able to tap into it. I know they are tapping into it when I burst out laughing and can’t stop. Ha ha, that’s so funny! When I laugh, apparently it is infectious. According to my BFF. I dated a polish guy at university. He could really make me laugh. Like roll on the floor laughing. Especially when we watched Home Alone 2, there was a part that was really funny. The boy standing on top of the building pelting the two men on the ground with snowballs or something. My friend kept on replaying the scene, and the more he did, the funnier it seemed. Oh my word, I killed myself laughing.
🙂
Here’s some funny (South African humor) Can anyone translate what they are actually saying please?
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Emotion
I feel the feelings that make me feel
Alive and sad and aware and glad
I cry my tears and smile my smiles
Revel in the silence that makes me whole
For I live and breathe and think and am
And when I’m gone my words will stand
The Power of No!
Temptations rage strong
Threatening to overcome
No! I will not
Leave me be
And one by one
With each No that is said
With each No that is meant
The strong gets stronger
The weak gets weaker
And I am rising
Rising where I want to be
Becoming who I am meant to be
I am standing
Standing in my integrity
Holding the power
The power of No
No Cliffhanger
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No Cliffhangers.”
Once upon a time a little boy turned five, and celebrated his birthday at a local park. The park was surrounded by bush, with a dam in the middle, and lots of different sections to walk to. It was a huge park. The little boy’s younger sister, being all of two and a bit, decided to wander off on her own. All the grownup people were focused on each other, and did not even realise the little child had embarked on her own adventure. Until it was time to sing happy birthday, and she was not there. She had seemingly vanished into thin air. Everyone searched high and low, here and there, trying desperately to find the little girl. When it became evident that the child was not close by, the mother started to reach a state of near shock and terror, “find my little girl” she wanted to scream out loud. To anyone who would hear. She felt tempted to throw herself on the ground and start wailing, but knew that this would not aid any search efforts. No, she had to remain calm.
Eventually, on the other side of the park, the little girl was discovered holding the hand of a helpful stranger. She was quickly reunited with her mother who was by this time beside herself.
Everyone sang happy birthday, big brother cut the cake of his rocket ship, and without prompting handed the first slice to his sister.
And all was well with the world.
Diving Board
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Fun Platform.”
The schools I attended in South Africa all had swimming pools. At my primary school we would have training between 7 and 7:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and school would start at 7:45.
(In Sydney schools start at 8:55, it seemed so late when my son started!) On Friday afternoons we would compete against other schools, it was heaps of fun. And it could all be done indepedently, walk to school for training, walk back home after competition. But it seems only a few of the private schools here have the facility of a swimming pool. So the children have to be driven to a pool for swimming training, while the parents sit and wait. I would definitely make it compulsory for every school to have a swimming pool, and allow for weekly swimming training!
Wake Up!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Daily Ritual.”
Every morning I start my day with a cup of tea. I am spoilt at home, my husband makes the tea for me. Of which I am very appreciative and always say thank you 🙂
My favorite mug is right there in the photo, taken two seconds ago.
My dad started the tradition when I was a child. Except everyone else had coffee, but for some reason I was the tea recipient. In those days I used to have added sugar, but quit the sugar in 2000.
I’ve always bought a coffee when I arrive at work. There is a coffee shop as we enter our building. For one whole week and a day, I have stopped this bad habit. And I’ve survived!
My tea is getting cold, have a lovely day xx
Pop of Blue
In amongst shades of
Green, softly spoken still, I
Spot a hint of blue
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