Feeling so gorgeous
Waking up to a crisp, bright morning
The phone call happens
Yes, sir!
Collect me in your speeding car
We can fly through the day
Have ourselves a blast
Until the night arrives
And if you’re good to me
I might be good to you too
Two souls connect
On this journey of life
Different energies
Complimenting each other
At times one will listen
Other times another will speak
Being together
Being alone
Sharing
Loving
Talking
Listening
Laughing
Friends and family too, both precious gifts
That can neither be bought
Nor forced
I love each soul that would count
As being a friend of mine
Cherish the uniqueness of being
Most are unlike me
Which is not hard to be
I would give thanks
More than analyse
Every blessed friend to me
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
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?
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/
Hard Drive has been unearthed
There is a year underneath
2014, can you believe?
That makes it like 200 years old
And what is more
There is a note attached
Very old English
These words we don’t even understand
A note from the owner
The name is Vonita
What would be written?
Handwritten, can you believe?
Captured on paper so antique
Wow, in those days paper was used
Notes all written by hand!
There is a book contained on this drive
It is called Passion through Poetry
In fact there are two books
A children’s book too, Sweet Marigold
And a lot of formatting being done
Mac Pages Enhance button was discovered today
So awesome, it is really a feature of the future
This special day what would it be?
3 November 2014
And there is an image of my mother
That I scanned in today
Taken in about 1954
What would her Legacy be?
What would my Legacy be?
It might not be my books
It might be the lessons I teach my two souls
That they might teach their souls
And on it goes
For years and decades and centuries in turn
My Legacy might not be my words
But then again, it might
A bit low on Funny Stories
But needless to say
If ever one is taking photography
Of ballet dancers
Be they female or even male
And Ballet Dancer would be flying
Through the air
Ever so gracefully
Make sure, and check again
That there is no audience beneath the scene
Because it is REALLY Funny
To see a photograph
Of a Ballet Dancer
Flying over an unsuspecting
Someone’s head
Recorded for prosperity
And what it resembles!
Is Elegant Dancer
Leaping, flying through the air
Appearing as if he would be
Balancing on top of
Another man’s head
OH MY HAT!
STOP IT, THAT IS SO FUNNY!!!
Oh, dear readers, I don’t have
The photo to prove it
But it happened
Not to me
But to a close relative of mine!
Photography supplied by Ali McGill Photography
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/second-hand-stories/
Every night when I close my eyes
Exhausted at having stayed awake
Way past bedtime to write Daily Post
I only have to blink and I’m awake
Morning has arrived and sun greets anew
Where on earth did night escape to?
It rushed by like a train on steam
No patience for passengers
Especially none for ones like me
Who would take advantage
Of night’s midnight hours
To cram in minutes if I may
So please slow down
Dear Night I plead
Allow me to have my way with you
An extra hour or two
Would really, so deliciously
Make one very happy, productive me!
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/pace-oddity/
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