WISE MEN SAY
You will find meaning in life only if you create it. It is not lying there somewhere behind the bushes, so you can go and you search a little bit and find it. It is not there like a rock that you will find. It is a poetry to be composed, it is a song to be sung, it is a dance to be danced.
(written by the Indian mystic Osho 1931-1990)
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(written by the Indian mystic Osho 1931-1990)
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THROUGH THE CAMERA LENS
Thanks to FreeFoto for “Robin in the Snow”
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Excelsior: the Shades of Night
A parody on Longfellow’s poem
by A.E.Housman (1859-1936)
The shades of night were falling fast
And the rain was falling faster,
When through an Alpine village passed
An Alpine village pastor;
A youth who bore through snow and ice
A bird that wouldn’t chirrup,
And a banner with the strange device
“Mrs Winslow’s Soothing Syrup.”
“Beware the pass,” the old man said,
“My bold and desperate fellah;
Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
And you’ll want your um-ber-ella;
And the roaring torrent is deep and wide,
You may hear how it washes.”
But still that clarion voice replied,
“I’ve got my old galoshes.”
“Oh, stay,” the maiden said, “and rest
(For the wind blows from the nor’ward)
Thy weary head upon my breast,
And please don’t think me forward.”
A tear stood in his bright blue eye
And gladly he would have tarried;
But still he answered with a sigh,
“Unhappily I’m married!”
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Thanks to FreeFoto for “Robin in the Snow”
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POETRY FOR PLEASURE
Excelsior: the Shades of Night
A parody on Longfellow’s poem
by A.E.Housman (1859-1936)
The shades of night were falling fast
And the rain was falling faster,
When through an Alpine village passed
An Alpine village pastor;
A youth who bore through snow and ice
A bird that wouldn’t chirrup,
And a banner with the strange device
“Mrs Winslow’s Soothing Syrup.”
“Beware the pass,” the old man said,
“My bold and desperate fellah;
Dark lowers the tempest overhead,
And you’ll want your um-ber-ella;
And the roaring torrent is deep and wide,
You may hear how it washes.”
But still that clarion voice replied,
“I’ve got my old galoshes.”
“Oh, stay,” the maiden said, “and rest
(For the wind blows from the nor’ward)
Thy weary head upon my breast,
And please don’t think me forward.”
A tear stood in his bright blue eye
And gladly he would have tarried;
But still he answered with a sigh,
“Unhappily I’m married!”
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JOHN’S GALLERY
A Special Pleader, by Charles Burton Barber (1845-1894)
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A Special Pleader, by Charles Burton Barber (1845-1894)
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MY KIND OF MUSIC
Uploaded by SwingCla, this is “Memories of You” played by Benny Goodman and his Quartet at the Yokohama Stadium, Japan in 1980. His musicians are Teddy Wilson - piano, Eddie Duran - guitar, Al Obidenski - bass, and John Markham - drums.
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A QUOTE FOR 80 PLUS
Most people say that as you get old, you have to give up things. I think you get old because you give up things. (Theodore Francis Green)
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Next post here - Monday 9th January
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Next post here - Monday 9th January
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