Give a little time...

[dottie]

Originally Posted by Eyeore

Sorry to rain on the parade, but I think it's about someone on a bus. . .

Yes eyeore, I realised Bren was the person looking on to the situation, but wasn't sure if maybe it was a person she knew, who was travelling with her "you continued talking to your past, but the world that betrayed you, but you the betrayed entered mine"

[Rob The Badger]

Fair enough, my mistake.

[Bren]

Originally Posted by dottie

Yes eyeore, I realised Bren was the person looking on to the situation, but wasn't sure if maybe it was a person she knew, who was travelling with her "you continued talking to your past, but the world that betrayed you, but you the betrayed entered mine"

Not about any one i knew Dottie , just a passenger on the bus.

This following poem is again an observational one something i saw that moved me to write a poem ......

Meditation; Liverpool Saturday

In mid-Novembers bitter morn,
I walked the city streets.
Well wrapped against the bitter cold
and biting wind.
People scurried like eager ants,
each intent on himself
seeing nothing but their own goal.
But one, did ever stand
unconcious of the cold.
A frail old man, thin gaunt and drawn,
leaned ever against a wall
and cried aloud with clearest voice
to the unseeing crowd;
"Have you seen the light?"
Repeatedly he stated his beliefs
suffering the bitter cold
to spread the Love of God
to all who passed.
But
none would heed or take
or listen to his bold
"I have".

Bren

[The Flying Mouse]

That's three poems based in Liverpool now Bren.
You spent much time here?
You'll have to give me and Carol a shout next time you come .

[Rob The Badger]

I just finished reading a book called A Child Called 'It'. I suggest you read it, it prompted me two write a poem of my own (in the Our Little Poets thread) and to drag up this lyric , I'll hand you over to Mozza. . .

Please don't cry
For the ghost and the storm outside
Will not invade this sacred shrine
Nor infiltrate your mind
My life down I shall lie
If the bogey-man should try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
To tease, torment, and tantalise
Wavering shadows loom
A piano plays in an empty room
There'll be blood on the cleaver tonight
And when darknesss lifts and the room is bright
I'll still be by your side
For you are all that matters
And I'll love you to till the day I die
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Ceiling shadows shimmy by
And when the wardrobe towers like a beast of prey
There's sadness in your beautiful eyes
Oh, your untouched, unsoiled, wonderous eyes
My life down I shall lie
Should restless spirits try
To play tricks on your sacred mind
I once had a child, and it saved my life
And I never even asked his name
I just looked into his wondrous eyes
And said : "never never never again"
And all too soon I did return
Just like a moth to a flame
So rattle my bones all over the stones
I'm only a beggar-man whom nobody owns
Oh, see how words as old as sin
Fit me like a glove
I'm here and here I'll stay
Together we lie, together we pray
There never need be longing in your eyes
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
As long as the hand that rocks the cradle is mine
Mine
Climb up on my knee, sonny boy
Although you're only three, sonny boy
You're - you're mine
And your mother she just never knew
Oh, your mother ...
As long ... as long ... as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
As long ... as long ... as long as ... as long
I did my best for her
I did my best for her
Oh ...

STOP CHILD ABUSE NOW

[dottie]

Oh yes eyeore - I've read the trilogy of these books

[dottie]

A friend of mine opened his wife's underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package:

"This, - he said - isn't any ordinary package."

He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.

"She got this he first time we went to New York, 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on. Was saving it for a special occasion.

Well, I guess this is it. He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothings he was taking to the funeral huouse, his wife had just died. He turned to me and said:

"Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a special occasion."

I still think those words changed my life.

Now I read more and clean less.

I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.

I spend more time with my family, and less at work.

I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through. I no longer keep anything. I use crystal glasses every day. I'll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if I feel like it.

I don't save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to. The words "Someday....." and "One day...." are fading away from my dictionary, if it's worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see it, listen or do it now. I don't know what my friends wife would have done if she knew she wouldn't be there the next morning, this nobody can tell.
I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends, she might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels. I'd like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favourite food.

It's these small things that I would regret not doing., if I knew my time had come.

I would regret it, because I would no longer see the friends I would meet,, letters...letters that I wanted to write "One of these days"
I would regret and feel sad, because I didn't say to my brothers and sons, not times enough at least, how much I love them.

Now I try not to delay, postpone or keep anything that could bring laughter and joy into our lives.

And on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day.

Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.

[dottie]

If a kiss was a raindrop
I'd send you a showers
If a hug was a second
I'd send you hours
If smiles were water
I'd send you the sea
If friendship was a person
I'd send you me

[Rob The Badger]

Hélas

To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
With idle songs for pipe and virelay,
Which do but mar the secret of the whole.
Surely there was a time I might have trod
The sunlit heights, and from life's dissonance
Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God.
Is that time dead? lo! with a little rod
I did but touch the honey of romance—
And must I lose a soul's inheritance?

~ Oscar Wilde

[Bren]

just a quote i like from Hard Times by Charles Dickens
a description of the town in the story...

"It contained several large streets all very like one another, and many smaller streets still more like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another, who all went in and out at the same hours, with the same sound upon the same pavements, to do the same work, and to whom everyday was the same as yesterday and tomorrow , and every year the counterpart of the last and the next."

[Rob The Badger]

I like that too.

[Kitty Kat]

There's no such thing as strangers, only friends you haven't met.

[Rob The Badger]

Love yourself.

[dottie]

Love yourself - No one does it better

[Chris]

Not sure if i have already posted this or not

But my own personal philosophy is:

Freinds help you move house
REAL friends help you move bodies!!

[dottie]

Love to Live - Live to Love

[Bart]

What is this topic about?

[dottie]

Originally Posted by Bart

What is this topic about?

Feelings, Emotions, ethos of life, posting comfort if you like, helping us to understand ourselves and others Bart :)

[Bart]

To understand ourselves and others. Well, that's interesting. yesterday I listened Testify and the last verse on that song is so true:

Every cut that heals reveals a scar that you can
never hope to hide
All the pain that you restrain keeps building up
deep inside
If you think you're above it then it's you my
friend that I implore
You've got to walk before you run
See the night before dawn
Before you pull yourself off the floor

Especially the second and third sentence should be a lesson to everyone.

[dottie]

Thats lovely Bart - thats what its all about - keep posting here

[Bren]

Make new friends, but keep the old;
those are silver, these are gold.
New-made friendships,like new wine,
age will mellow and refine.
Friendships that have stood the test-
time and change-are surely best.
Brow may wrinkle , hair grows grey;
Friendship never knows decay.
For mid old friends, tried and true,
Once more our youth renew.
Cherish friendship in your breast-
New s good , but old is best;
Make new friends, but keep the old;
Those are silver, these are gold.

[Bren]

" odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away
-and leaves behind only silence."

[Bren]

Give A Little Time

Give a little time
talk with me,
stay awhile.
Tell me how you are,
What you've been doing,
we can laugh
and smile,
and share our thoughts
together.
Give a little time
talk a while
and while we chatter,
we can discuss important things,
and those that just don't matter
to anyone but us.
Problems seem lighter
and the world a better place
after time spent in your company
shared thoughts
and laughter.
So give a little time,
stay a while
and talk
with me.

Bren

[Rob The Badger]

This song will need you when you're old
This song will heat you when you're cold
Believe you when I don't
This song will heal you from your soul

This song will help you find a place to live
And teach you not to take but give
This song will help you in your dying hours
This song will send your lover flowers

Blessed by the song and the gifts that it brings
Beautiful song, it has wings

~Damon 'Badly Drawn Boy' Gough

[Bren]

Like that Eyeore

Bren