The blue green of dark firs solemn and unchanging while sunlight on Sefton is softly lighting the tarnished gold and black of of chestnut ruined choirs.
And the pale yellows; the limes of the young oaks.
And then the sudden red and orange of this returning Autumn
A warm breeze.
JL 24th October 2011
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
Wednesday, 19 October 2011
26 August Open Evening for The metaphorical Toolbox.
The people who came along on this evening brought a poem or a reading !
It was a delightful evening with tea and cakes and wine and nibbles.
All or our courses and workshops recruited :-) we have some old friends and new people soon to be friends, coming along between now and Christmas.
The Metaphorical Toolbox.
Friday 26th August 2011
Gift
A day so happy
Fog lifted early I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
I knew no man worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man didn’t embarrass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
On straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.
Czeslaw Milosz
I rely on you
I rely on you
like a Skoda needs suspension
like the aged need a pension
like a trampoline needs tension
like a bungee jump needs apprehension
I rely on you
like a camera needs a shutter
like a gambler needs a flutter
like a golfer needs a putter
like a buttered scone involves some butter
I rely on you
like an acrobat needs ice cool nerve
like a hairpin needs a drastic curve
like an HGV needs endless derv
like an outside left needs a body swerve
I rely on you
like a handyman needs pliers
like an auctioneer needs buyers
like a laundromat needs driers
like The Good Life needed Richard Briers
I rely on you
like a water vole needs water
like a brick outhouse needs mortar
like a lemming to the slaughter
Ryan's just Ryan without his daughter
I rely on you
Presley
Poem
In your hands you hold the spade,
Feel its well worn wood.
Now you drive it in the earth,
Drive it deep and good
Dig, dig, digging dirt,
Dirt inside your vest.
Dig, dig, digging dirt,
Digging dirt is best.
Soon your hands are red and raw,
Blisters on the way,
But your spade just wants to dig
All the long, hot day.
Dig, dig, digging dirt,
Dirt inside your vest.
Dig, dig, digging dirt,
Digging dirt is best.
Wes Magee
Poem
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 its 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!!
Spike Milligan
Sunday
He’d worn his best suit and I’d worn my best dress. It was 1956. We’d had a beautiful summer that year and I’d saved for months to buy the dress. I remember the walk to the bridge. I remember my heart beating faster, mouth dry and hands damp, gripping the umbrella as if it were a lifeline and I was drowning. “There’s something I need to tell you.” I said and held out my hand to him. He smiled at me, so relaxed. I took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.” “It’s not yours.” I could almost feel his heart break.
The Don't Quit Poem
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Author unknown
On Being Fifty
This could be the decade
When my parents die
When my children spread
their wings and fly
When my body starts to
fail and shrink
And yet
I turn to the beauty of this world
And drink...
Kerry
Pangur bán,
Pangur, white Pangur, How happy we are
Alone together, scholar and cat
Each has his own work to do daily;
For you it is hunting, for me study.
Your shining eye watches the wall;
My feeble eye is fixed on a book.
You rejoice, when your claws entrap a mouse;
I rejoice when my mind fathoms a problem.
Pleased with his own art, neither hinders the other;
Thus we live ever without tedium and envy.
WH Auden
Instructions
Before you begin you must
break a coconut
It lets good fortune in.
Imtiaz Dharker
Poems contributed by
Claire
Marie
Rachel
Jennifer
Kerry
John
Helen
It was a delightful evening with tea and cakes and wine and nibbles.
All or our courses and workshops recruited :-) we have some old friends and new people soon to be friends, coming along between now and Christmas.
The Metaphorical Toolbox.
Friday 26th August 2011
Gift
A day so happy
Fog lifted early I worked in the garden.
Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers.
There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess.
I knew no man worth my envying him.
Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot.
To think that once I was the same man didn’t embarrass me.
In my body I felt no pain.
On straightening up, I saw the blue sea and sails.
Czeslaw Milosz
I rely on you
I rely on you
like a Skoda needs suspension
like the aged need a pension
like a trampoline needs tension
like a bungee jump needs apprehension
I rely on you
like a camera needs a shutter
like a gambler needs a flutter
like a golfer needs a putter
like a buttered scone involves some butter
I rely on you
like an acrobat needs ice cool nerve
like a hairpin needs a drastic curve
like an HGV needs endless derv
like an outside left needs a body swerve
I rely on you
like a handyman needs pliers
like an auctioneer needs buyers
like a laundromat needs driers
like The Good Life needed Richard Briers
I rely on you
like a water vole needs water
like a brick outhouse needs mortar
like a lemming to the slaughter
Ryan's just Ryan without his daughter
I rely on you
Presley
Poem
In your hands you hold the spade,
Feel its well worn wood.
Now you drive it in the earth,
Drive it deep and good
Dig, dig, digging dirt,
Dirt inside your vest.
Dig, dig, digging dirt,
Digging dirt is best.
Soon your hands are red and raw,
Blisters on the way,
But your spade just wants to dig
All the long, hot day.
Dig, dig, digging dirt,
Dirt inside your vest.
Dig, dig, digging dirt,
Digging dirt is best.
Wes Magee
Poem
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 its 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!!
Spike Milligan
Sunday
He’d worn his best suit and I’d worn my best dress. It was 1956. We’d had a beautiful summer that year and I’d saved for months to buy the dress. I remember the walk to the bridge. I remember my heart beating faster, mouth dry and hands damp, gripping the umbrella as if it were a lifeline and I was drowning. “There’s something I need to tell you.” I said and held out my hand to him. He smiled at me, so relaxed. I took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant.” “It’s not yours.” I could almost feel his heart break.
The Don't Quit Poem
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Author unknown
On Being Fifty
This could be the decade
When my parents die
When my children spread
their wings and fly
When my body starts to
fail and shrink
And yet
I turn to the beauty of this world
And drink...
Kerry
Pangur bán,
Pangur, white Pangur, How happy we are
Alone together, scholar and cat
Each has his own work to do daily;
For you it is hunting, for me study.
Your shining eye watches the wall;
My feeble eye is fixed on a book.
You rejoice, when your claws entrap a mouse;
I rejoice when my mind fathoms a problem.
Pleased with his own art, neither hinders the other;
Thus we live ever without tedium and envy.
WH Auden
Instructions
Before you begin you must
break a coconut
It lets good fortune in.
Imtiaz Dharker
Poems contributed by
Claire
Marie
Rachel
Jennifer
Kerry
John
Helen
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