Monday, 8 April 2013

On The NingNangNong

On The NingNangNong

On the Ning Nang Nong

Where the Cows go Bong!

And the Monkeys all say Boo!

There's a Nong Nang Ning

Where the trees go Ping!

And the tea pots Jibber Jabber Joo.

On the Nong Ning Nang

All the mice go Clang!

And you just can't catch `em when they do!

So it's Ning Nang Nong!

Cows go Bong!

Nong Nang Ning!

Trees go Ping!

Nong Ning Nang!

The mice go Clang!

What a noisy place to belong,

Is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!

Love is More Thicker than Forget

Love is More Thicker than Forget

Love is more thicker than forget
More thinner than recall
More seldom than a wave is wet
More frequent than to fail

It is most mad and moonly
And less it shall unbe
Than all the sea which only
Is deeper than the sea

Love is less always than to win
Less never than alive
Less bigger than the least begin
Less littler than forgive

It is most sane and sunly
And more it cannot die
Than all the sky which only
Is higher than the sky

The Flowers of Friendship

The Flowers of Friendship

If good friends fell from the sky like raindrops,
I'd turn my umbrella upside down and have
all that I need.

But friends do not come to us that way,
instead they shoot up through the ground
from a tiny seed of common interest, are
cultivated with good times and grow into a
beautiful flower to enjoy that continues to
bloom as long as it is cared for.

These flowers of friendship are gathered into
a fragrant bouquet that enhances the world
around us and are meant to be enjoyed by
ourselves as well as to bring cheer or
comfort to others.

Like flowers, friendships also go through changes,
sometimes they are allowed to die, but if you
care for them well and tend them with a gentle
touch, they will continue to build roots in new
places and bloom for years of enjoyment.

When you have found a friend such as this,
you will know by the beauty and fragrance that
surrounds your life and it will spread like
beautiful wildflowers to enrich all of us.

Another Sleepless Night

Another Sleepless Night


I left my window open tonight
And turned the porch light on,
So that when I awake from my dreams,
I can look out into the rain
and still see us there...
You holding me in your arms,
pulling me close to you as we dance,
Hearing our own song through the rain,
Laughing and kissing,
Compelled to never let each other go...
Finally the vision vanishes,
We aren't really there...
And we never were.
We have never held each other,
And we have never danced beneath the pale moonlight.
Never felt the rain pour down and soak us...
Together.
Every day I see you, not where you are,
But where I want you to be.
I reach over and tenderly run my fingertips along the sheets
beside me... where you should be.
I long to feel your face, your chest,
Feel your life's breath move in and out,
As you lie there in gentle sleep.
I move my hand to where I should feel your heart
Beating steadily beneath my hand.
I close my eyes and I can almost feel it.
It seems that no matter what I do anymore,
I envision your doing it with me,
It's almost like you should be there
And I sometimes just can't figure out why you aren't.
I drive through through the streets,
Hear one of our favorite songs on the radio,
And almost speak to you,
Like you are in the seat next to me,
Sharing the music.
I have even reached over,
Placed my hand on the seat,
And it almost felt warm,
Like you had really been there.
I long to take you with me,
To hold your hand in the movie theater.
To hear you laugh in the funny parts..
To cry with you in the sad ones.
Go dancing with you,
And sway as one body to the music.
So close that our souls are almost touching.
And healing...
I need you so much, it seems.
I wonder how I ever made it through a day,
Without knowing you.
All we have are our phone conversations,
I know your voice so well,
I could easily pick it out of thousands...
I know your laugh,
And even how your voice sounds when you smile.
I have sometimes heard a tear in your voice...
And all I could think about was reaching across this great ocean,
that separates me from you, and wiping it away,
Taking away your heartache, my heartache...
It is all I think about.
How can anyone be so lonely?
And miss someone so much,
Someone they have never seen...
Never held...
Never touched...
I carry you with me...
In this little place called my heart.
You have become a part of me,
a part that I never want to be without.
So now I lie here...
and listen to the rain falling outside my window.
I look out and for a brief moment I see us there again.
And then my gaze moves up to the ceiling,
Searching for your smile.
I close my eyes,
And listen for your voice...
and then I hear it...
"Goodnight my love.."
I open my eyes and look for you,
But surprisingly yet again, I am still alone.
And now here I am...
Another sleepless night...
Without you here.

Silent meaning

Silent meaning



The word not spoken

goes not quite unheard.

It lingers in the eye,

in the semi-arch of brow.

A gesture of the hand

speaks pages more than words,

The echo rests in the heart

as driftwood does in sand,

To be rubbed by time

until it rots or shines.

The word not spoken

touches us as music

does the mind.

A Red, Red Rose

A Red, Red Rose

O my luve is like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my luve is like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.

As fair thou art , my bonie lasso,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear ,
An the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still , my dear,
While the sands o’life shall run.

And fare thee weel,my only luve,
And fare thee weel awhile;
And I will come again, my luve,
tho’it were ten thousand mile!

Light

Light


Though hard and rare: thee I revisit safe,
And feel thy sovran vital Lamp; but thou
Revisit'st not these eyes, that rowle in vain
To find thy piercing ray, and fond no dawn;
So thick a drop serene hath quencht thir Orbs,
Or dim suffusion veild. Yet not the more
Cease I to wander where the muses haunt
Cleer Spring, or shadie Grove, or Sunnie Hill,
Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief
Thee sion and the flowrie brooks beneath
That wash thy hallowd feet , and warbling flow,
Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget
Those other two equal’d with them in renown.
Blind Thamyris and blind Maeonides,
And Tiresias and Phineus Prophets old.
Then feed on thoughts, that voluntarie move
Harmonious numbers ; as the wakeful bird