Monthly Archives: October, 2014

Witches’ Birthdays

I’ve posted this one before, but it’s too much fun not to post again…Happy Halloween

Witches’ Birthdays
Monday’s witch is foul of face,
Tuesday’s witch is a disgrace,
Wednesday’s witch is long of nose,
Thursday’s witch has extra toes,
Friday’s witch bakes poisoned pies,
Saturday’s witch has evil eyes,
But the witch that was born
On the Sabbath day
Tends to smell……
So keep away!


Spirits of the Dead

Thy soul shall find itself alone
‘Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness — for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne’er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
~Edgar Allan Poe~

A Few Words on Society

The evil of modern society is that it creates conditions in which people who don’t suffer from injustice seem incapable of caring very much about people who do. Louis Menand

I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities.  It is an idea I hope to live for and to achieve.  But if needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die. Nelson Mandela

You can’t get rid of poverty by giving people money.

There is no difference between the rich and the poor, except poverty. Malachy McCourt

A poor man is despised the whole world over. Jerome K. Jerome

While Western democracy and Communism are in many respects opposed, they have much to learn from each other.

Every line in America’s history is a line coloured by Scottish blood.  Woodrow Wilson

Go back far enough and all humankind are cousins.  Naomi Mitchison

A people that values its privileges above its principles soon loses both. Dwight Eisenhower

I had to reconcile that I could be proud of my African-American heritage and yet not be limited by it. Barack Obama

If Ever Two Were One

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If every wife was happy with a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
~Anne Bradstreet ~

The Fellowship of the Ring

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
~J.R.R. Tolkien~

Anthem for M.A.D.D.

A lesson for us all…

I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
So I had a Sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn’t drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
Something I expected least.

Now I’m lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mom, his voice seems far away.

My own blood’s all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.

I’m sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.

So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven,
Put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.

Someone should have taught him,
That it’s wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I’d still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I’m getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I’m so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, “I love you, Mom!”
So I love you and good-bye.


The Day After

In remembrance of an innocent man gunned down at the War Memorial in Ottawa, Canada.   R.I.P. Nathan Cerillo…

They shall grow not old as we that are left grow old; age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them.

If Rome Should Fall

If the gates of that great city should open,
spilling out the wretched refugees in search of something better,
of something worth living for,
other than the hope of another day.
If those holy saviors should storm those gates,
like heavenly angels storming upon the gates of hell itself.
If those saviors should fight upon the same ground
that thousands of others had died upon,
that great moral battlefield of hatred and death,
of blood and hope,
of tears riddled with blood.
If those wretched tears,
those tears that welcomed hope,
such horrible hope,
such cruel, cruel hope,
should end as the last are silenced.
If that same hope that brought a will to survive,
a will that made fathers steal bread from their own children,
a hope that meant life in a place of death,
should be diminished as the gates of wire are plowed down.
what life would that be?
this life in a place of death?
for they no longer fear Hell,
for they have survived in its wake.
Hell is not a fiery pit of suffering–
this great place called Rome,
Hell is a quiet Polish field of grass and blood,
of pits and corpses,
tarnishing the ground with not their blood,
but with their lives,
of what they represent.
And if those who still have the strength should walk toward
those gates of wire,
those great gates that separate reality from the dream world,
those gates that were the edge of the world for two years,
those gates that women and children had thrown themselves upon
for the hope of true life by the hands of death.
If those wretched inhabitants of Rome should yell,
Rome has fallen, Rome has fallen,
and those who disbelieve should come out of their deceased beds
and scream for pity,
that those who cry of help and salvation should be silenced,
and let those who have lost hope to die without the wild yellings of
the living dead,
of those who survived by stealing the bread of others.
If the watchers from their towers of wood should be silenced,
if their staring eyes and cold faces should be shut from the world forever,
their death fitting,
that they should die where they had killed countless others.
If the hands of those storm troopers of life,
those storm troopers of moral dignity,
should fit their hands through the gates of wire,
that the pale hands of those wretched refugees should touch the
hands of those of their saviors,
that their hands should embrace with a common love.
If the faces of those who had waited for death those long hours
should smile with their eyes,
for they are too weak to do so with their faces,
and meet with their saviors,
then Rome has fallen,
and the madness of that great city has ended,
and those who had disbelieved will shout with joy unknown to them–
‘Rome has fallen, Rome has fallen.’
~Jeremy Hobbs~

If I Could Take Your Troubles

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them into the sea,
But all these things I’m finding
Are impossible for me.
I cannot build a mountain
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend that is always there.
~Khahlil Gibran~

The Voyage

Whichever way the wind doth blow,
Some heart is glad to have it so;
Then blow it east or blow it west,
The wind that blows, that wind is best.

My little craft sails not alone:
A thousand fleets from every zone
Are out upon a thousand seas;
And what for me were favoring breeze
Might dash another, with the shock
Of doom, upon some hidden rock.

And so I do not dare to pray
For winds to waft me on my way,
But leave it to a Higher Will
To stay or speed me; trusting still
That all is well, and sure that He
Who launched my bark will sail with me
Through storm and calm, and will not fail,
Whatever breezes may prevail,
To land me, every peril past,
Within his sheltering heaven at last.

Then, whatsoever wind doth blow,
My heart is glad to have it so;
And blow it east or blow it west,
The wind that blows, that wind is best.
~Caroline Atherton Mason~

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