Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

OMG, I’m a Cyber-klepto.

OK, let’s face it. Other people have better things to say than we ever will, so why not just steal their stuff, right? Right.


(I’ve stolen this from here.)wakin-dream

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ICONATOR_d7c5aa76368eaba6e98d72f4a5db32a6I have nothing to say. Nada. All out of ideas. There you go. That’s a post, right?

Its not? Fine. Be mean then. *mutters incoherently* But, remember, you asked for it.

So, any one catch the “longest eclipse for another 105 years”? I got up at 5:30 am but all I got to see was a big ol’ bunch of nothing. Yup. Nothing happened here. Nothing happens here.Ever. Except maybe the Venus Transit thing.

In other news, we’re going back to our school tomorrow for its annual (since last year) Carnival that’s held on the school’s founder’s birthday. They basically raise money for charity except only the students of the school themselves and their parents and siblings can attend. No outsiders allowed. Doesn’t make much sense does it? But that’s our school for you. I remember they once charged the athletes (participating in the Annual Sports Meet) money for sand. Seriously, I am not kidding you. The throwball team (which Fuzzy and BWC were a part of, I can’t play to save my life) was once yelled at becuase they wore their team jerseys with their skirts because they didn’t match.* Doesn’t matter that they won the game. *shrugs* And that is why we moaned about school so much. I could start listing all the crap. But that would take forever. Stupidly enough, I miss even all the rubbish they would do to us just because it was so fun to just sit and yell and complain about them. Though, I’m pretty sure that College won’t disappoint us in that aspect.

I found out a couple of days ago that the time between school and college is known as the ‘Seven Week Itch’. Interesting ( Not really, but yes, Now you know). I wish it would just start already. Hopefully, we’ll have more to say when it does. I even looked “This Day in History” and you know what, Nothing happened today! Nothing interesting anyway.

I shall leave you now. My mum’s yummy pasta’s a callin’.

Here’s a poem I like.

Any Morning

Just lying on the couch and being happy.
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.

People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t
monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.

Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven
left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People won’t even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.

Later in the day you can act like the others.
You can shake your head. You can frown.

— William Stafford

It so good.


* I hope I got the facts right. I remember everything properly.

PS: I’m so bored. Someone kill me!

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More Poetry

ereAs you can see, we’re having a bit of a poetry moment here at the blog. The following poem is probably my absolute favorite of all time (subject to change). It was the first poem that I read and then remembered for a long time. I love the last verse. It has a sort of rhythm to it and its my favorite part of the poem.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

Also, I promise to write an actual full post tomorrow. Goodnight people!

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Before she went to school

She could read

The bark of trees,

Leaf veins,

Sea shell convolutions, footprints,

And the touch of fingers;

Now she goes to school

And she can only read words. ”

This was on a post card from Marion( Marian? )-my mum’s good friend back in Ireland with whom she kept in touch for several years before losing her address or something of the sort-to me.I absolutely love it.Wherever you are, thanks for making my day = NOT easy, I can tell you.I also found a letter that secures my future.Apparently a certain Aiden decided I am his girl- and this when I was all of three years old,(*scandalized*) three ! And so, you know, BACK OFF, people or my Aiden in Shining Armour will get you! XD

She also said something about missing my incessant rambling.And now? Donations get addressed to me to help cure my apparent inability to speak.Almost.See what life will do to you? (Also: Did anyone else notice the use of the word ‘convolution’? It’s like we were meant to be, Convolution and I..)

Since we’re on the subject of poetry and three-year-olds, I present…


Twinkle, twinkle little potty,

How I wonder why you’re so spotty!

Down below the ceiling low ,

Flush it every time you go!

( Thank your lucky stars potties, that’s as far as I got!)

* * * * * * * * *

Also featuring my favourite rhyme of all time ( No, not this one in itself!) :

Daddy Fell Into The Pond

Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.
We had nothing to do and nothing to say.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day,
And there seemed to be nothing beyond,
Daddy fell into the pond!

And everyone’s face grew merry and bright,
And Timothy danced for sheer delight.
“Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!
He’s crawling out of the duckweed!” Click!

Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,
And doubled up, shaking silently,
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft,
And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.
Oh, there wasn’t a thing that didn’t respond
Daddy Fell into the pond!

For some reason I thought this was hilarious.*Muttering* Along with The Road Runner Show, beep beep..

In close second:

— Untitled ( At least I don’t remember it!)–

Scouring out the porridge pot
Round and round and round.

Out with all the scraith and scoopery
Lift the eely ooly droopery
Chase the glubbery slubbery gloopery
Round and round and round.

Out with all the doleful dithery
Ladle out the slimey slithery
Hunt and catch the hithery thithery
Round and round and round.

Out with all the ubbly gubbly
On the stove it burns so bubbly
Use a spoon and use it doubly
Round and round and round.

This one’s no mystery.What with all the slubbery-gloopery-ness, it’s the kind of thing that should be every kid’s birthright to know.

Oh, wait- you know that one, Ring Around The Roses? Of course you do.

The Indian version :

Ring-a, Ring-a roses,

Pocket full of poses,

Asha! Busha!

We all fall down.


For all those who’re surprised that this is in fact not the right version, omg, this is the controversy of the century :

Ring around the rosies,

A pocket full of posies,

Ashes! Ashes!*

We all fall down.

Or a close variant of the same, NOT (And I repeat, NOT!) ‘ Ahsha! Busha!’, fun as that may be to say.

* May be replaced by ‘A-tishoo! A-tishoo!’ if you’re British ( I think.).

‘S all for now.Catch you next week, same time on Are You Smarter Than A Kindergartner ? Until then, good night and have a great week .

Ta-ra-tara-tum! ( Hey, everyone needs a title sequence!)

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Heya ppl! So anyway, I was studying for my English exam tomorrow, we have a bunch of poems, one of which is Keeping Quiet by Pablo Neruda. Its a good poem and he’s a really good poet. So I was looking up the poem and I found an entire bunch of his other poems and I loved this one and figured that since I was bored ( Yes, I know I’m supposed to study! But seriously, when I have something to do, especially studying, I can think of a million other things to do but when I actually have nothing to do, I’ll be staring at the ceiling, thinking about how bored I am and how there’s nothing to do..), might as well blog..

Ode To Enchanted Light

Under the trees light

has dropped from the top of the sky,


like a green

latticework of branches,


on every leaf,

drifting down like clean

white sand.

A cicada sends

its sawing song

high into the empty air.

The world is

a glass overflowing

with water.

I love the imagery!

Bleh to English exams that make us dissect poems! But since its our last one, I’m so happy! Yay! Yay! Yay!

Exams are almost done!!

I really should get back to studying, I don’t wanna flunk in English of all things..

L8r, ppl!

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Yeah I agree, weird title. But yeah, I like weird stuff. I really want David Cook to win but… Archuleta might. doesn’t matter, He’s good too and he’s 17. OMG, It makes me feel like I’m jus sitting at home typing this and there he is doing something. Since Chinx (LucidInsanity) was goin off to London, and I was extremely bored (and loony) I SMSed her a poem. This is what I think(cuz I don’t save snt meassges) I sent her: 😀

Bye. Have fun,

While we roast under the sun.

I have nothing to do,

I wanna go to the moon.

I made some pudding,

And the egg-yolk’s on the ceiling.

Yes, I’m feelin loony,

Loony, like the moony!!

Yup, tres loony. This neighbour of mine, came over and casually asked “Do u have any tuitions” And I said “No” which earned me into being enrolled in a math workshop. Me, math- NONONO.

It was some “vedic math”, whatever. I had to go for it cuz my neighbour was organizing it. *Arrrgh*  I was begging my mom to let me “suddenly catch a cold/fever.” I did not wanna go.I asked xMarthex to come with me and she agreed (she’s the easiest to convince! I mean, Adzzie/Black wouldn’t agree, ever. And Chinx/Lucid is enjoying herself in London.) Marthe, when you read this, hehe ^_^ So I found myself company. Yay! But it ended up well, it makes stuff easier. It was extremely boring at first, so, obviously, I was doodling. Here’s some of ‘em:


I was really bored when I was makin gthat last one. It is supposed to be a female who has blue eyeliner on. That is a pictorial representation of Chinx/LucidInsanity when she is asleep!

Here’s another pic, I took. Doesn’t it look good? ^__^  I mixed myself this juice (actually sherbet-that’s what it sez on the label) called Roohafza which is good (a great cooler!!)


And, Adzzie’s funeral instructions, I have to wear a tutu, which is like, umm…, expecting ballerinas to be ungraceful. Sheesh, couldn’t she have picked Sanj to wear the tutu?

Oh and I adopted Marthe’s cycle today cuz I really miss having one. I’ve named it Zoë! *Congratulate me* I lurve cycling (not the Lance Armstrong type cycling)

I was soo… bored that I spent all the time redaing all the old stuff from Rubinman’s blawg.  Isn’t he really cute. Wish I had one. No I take that back. Nope. I’m scared of dawgs. I don’t care what all yoos say. But, maybe, Rubinman is one exception. He rules! w00t!


Nehoo, cyaz. I’m gonna go eat my pudding. *yumm!*


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