Monthly Archives: December 2012

Dec 31 2012

The Lake By Deborah Ager

Deborah AgerThe yard half a yard,
half a lake blue as a corpse.
The lake will tell things you long to hear:
get away from here.
Three o’clock. Dry leaves rat-tat like maracas.

Whisky-colored grass
breaks at every step and trees
are slowly realizing they are nude.
How long will you stay?
For the lake asks questions you want to hear, too.

Months have passed since, well,
everything. Since buildings stood
black against sky, rain hissed from sidewalks
and curled around you.
O, how those avenues once seemed menacing!

I know what you miss
sings this lake. Car horns groaning
in rush hour. Sweet coffee. Wind
pounding like hammers. Warmth of a lover.
Crickets humming love songs to the street.

Dec 31 2012

The Little Dog’s Day By Rupert Brooke

Rupert BrookeAll in the town were still asleep,
When the sun came up with a shout and a leap.
In the lonely streets unseen by man,
A little dog danced. And the day began.

All his life he’d been good, as far as he could,
And the poor little beast had done all that he should.
But this morning he swore, by Odin and Thor
And the Canine Valhalla—he’d stand it no more!

So his prayer he got granted—to do just what he wanted,
Prevented by none, for the space of one day.
“Jam incipiebo, sedere facebo,”
In dog-Latin he quoth, “Euge! sophos! hurray!”

He fought with the he-dogs, and winked at the she-dogs,
A thing that had never been heard of before.
“For the stigma of gluttony, I care not a button!” he
Cried, and ate all he could swallow—and more.

He took sinewy lumps from the shins of old frumps,
And mangled the errand-boys—when he could get ‘em.
He shammed furious rabies, and bit all the babies,
And followed the cats up the trees, and then ate ‘em!”

They thought ’twas the devil was holding a revel,
And sent for the parson to drive him away;
For the town never knew such a hullabaloo
As that little dog raised—till the end of that day.

When the blood-red sun had gone burning down,
And the lights were lit in the little town,
Outside, in the gloom of the twilight grey,
The little dog died when he’d had his day.

Dec 31 2012

Just Pondering Part 277

Paulo Coelho Gold Diamonds Fountain PenI have always wondered: What goes through the mind of those people who encountered my blog for the first time? Do they ever say, “Huh?” Or, “This is one crazy dude!” Or, “Cool! I have got to bookmark this blog and check it out again. ”

Anyway, when I compose my articles, I do it in a wonderful manner that most people can relate to (Or, at least that is what I would like to think).

First of all, my writing must please Me; if that doesn’t happen, it is not going to get published (After all, I am the one who is responsible for pressing the Publish  button).

Hey, I am pointing a proverbial finger at Fun  again and I always have it whenever I am composing my articles.

Rule number 1: Never write any article when you are bored or uninterested, because it is going to reflect in your writing.

On a sombre note, some bloggers left WordPress  recently; I can’t get angry with them because that is their choice (At an early age, I learned to respect people’s choices) .

For the record, I am happy with WordPress, so you are going to be seeing many posts from me.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and everyone of you for your Likes  and various Comments  for the year, 2012; it is a lovely way of letting me know that my posts are appreciated.

Also, I would like to wish you all a fabulous 2013.

Two thumbs up to my WordPress  family; this blogging phenomenon would not have been possible without you!

Dec 30 2012

A Quotation About People

Brian LForgive the past. It is over. Learn from it and let go. People are constantly changing and growing. Do not cling to a limited, disconnected, negative image of a person in the past. See that person now. Your relationship is always alive and changing. ― Brian L. Weiss