Today's poet

[stevefoster]

I watched Much Ado About Nothing last night and enjoyed this. I thought I'd share it with you

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more of ditties no moe,
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy:
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny

Nice one Stef, 'Hey nonny nonny' reminds me of Blackadder

[Hes]

Cheers Stef! I now have a couple mantras to help with life's little ups and downs...one is 'when you are chewing on life's gristle, give a little whistle' and the other will be 'Hey nonny nonny no!'

Anymore folks?!

[stevefoster]

'Stick with it, work hard and don't quit'
And a favourite of mine that my mate came out with after his first 100 mile bike ride that nearly killed him: 'Keep smiling, it's better than shopping with the wife'

[Derby Tup]

Life's a bitch, and then you die

A colleague told me this many years ago and I suppose to an extent it's true

[Old Whippet]

Morning all!

Tought I'd kick off Holocaust memorial day with an offering from one of my favourite authors.

The Survivor


Once more he sees his companions' faces
Livid in the first faint light,
Gray with cement dust,
Nebulous in the mist,
Tinged with death in their uneasy sleep.
At night, under the heavy burden
Of their dreams, their jaws move,
Chewing a non-existant turnip.
'Stand back, leave me alone, submerged people,
Go away. I haven't dispossessed anyone,
Haven't usurped anyone's bread.
No one died in my place. No one.
Go back into your mist.
It's not my fault if I live and breathe,
Eat, drink, sleep and put on clothes.'

Primo Levi


maybe today I'll not whinge about my niggling injuries.

[Derby Tup]

The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
The lark's is a claion call,
And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
But I love him most of all.

For his song is all the joy of life,
And we in the mad, spring weather,
We two have listened 'til he sang,
Our hearts and lips together.

William Henley

[Alf]

I watched Much Ado About Nothing last night and enjoyed this. I thought I'd share it with you

You can't beat a bit of Billy boy

One of those sections learned parrot fashion at school but that you only really understand much later in life (just a bit depressing so sorry for that )

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing." — Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28)

[Alf]

You can't beat a bit of Billy boy

One of those sections learned parrot fashion at school but that you only really understand much later in life (just a bit depressing so sorry for that )

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing." — Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28)

Actually i have just read Derby Tup's "Life is a bitch then you die" which sort of sums the above up nicely

[Hes]

Morning all!

Tought I'd kick off Holocaust memorial day with an offering from one of my favourite authors.

The Survivor


Once more he sees his companions' faces
Livid in the first faint light,
Gray with cement dust,
Nebulous in the mist,
Tinged with death in their uneasy sleep.
At night, under the heavy burden
Of their dreams, their jaws move,
Chewing a non-existant turnip.
'Stand back, leave me alone, submerged people,
Go away. I haven't dispossessed anyone,
Haven't usurped anyone's bread.
No one died in my place. No one.
Go back into your mist.
It's not my fault if I live and breathe,
Eat, drink, sleep and put on clothes.'

Primo Levi


maybe today I'll not whinge about my niggling injuries.

Thanks for this OW. I had no idea it was Holocaust memorial day today but then I am not even sure what day it is let alone the date. The poem has some really stark and moving imagery.

[Hes]

Cheers Alf, DT and Merry for your gritty glimpses of realism.

My shopping trips are rare and short and they follow this formula:

2 shops:1cafe

Life is a bitch and then you die...depends on how hard your life is and your attitude I guess. It must be like that for some people who have to struggle everyday to stay alive, fed, free, unharmed. I feel very fortunate that if I died tomorrow I can honestly say my life had its challenges but so many great experiences and memories and I loved it for all its sad times and happy times.