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The Owl and the Pussy-Cat -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

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The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, “O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!” Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?” They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, His nose, His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.
” So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon.
by Edward Lear

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The Awakening

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As winter gives way to spring

There is a miracle at hand takes place

For Mother Nature awakes from her sleep

As she casts her spell with haste

 

Stirring within the ground beneath

A signal for all nature to bloom

Awaiting in anticipation for her beauty

That we all should be experiencing soon

 

A kaleidoscope of exhilarating colour

That will carpet the fertile earth

It’s a signal that Mother Nature

Has returned to create new birth

 

 

The warmth of the sun returns

All creatures start scurrying by

The sound of bird’s melodious music

As a rainbow appears in the sky

 

All these gifts of nature

Have been given for all to see

For Mother Nature is very generous

That gift to all of us is given free

Malcolm Bradshaw

A Song On the End of the World –

RUSS

Czeslaw Milosz, 19112004

On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.

And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
No other end of the world will there be,
No other end of the world will there be.

Czeslaw Milosz, 19112004

YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

SENT IN BY YOU

WHAT’S YOUR’S?

 

An Existential Riddle -Promote Yourself

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An existential riddle: Spiritualities diverse aside, our common denominator really
is our humanity; not … surreally … any base … nationality.
So, in this surreal nonfiction … what is the common thread in the fabric
of His creation? Isn’t it … the totality … of His creation … cosmic?
 aside, the quintessence of unfathomability

is His purpose and its corollary … that is … our purpose.
But were we to abnegate our nationalities and exalt our humanity,
wouldn’t we … accomplish … His purpose? 
 
By Miguel Vera from Puerto Rico

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