Some Happy Little Words.....

This is the page where I shall hereby declare to put a saying,thought,poem or a bit of good writing from a book on to this page!

3 Willows By Ann Brashares:

"The roots of the Willow tree are remarkable for their strength and tenacious life"

"The seeds od the Willow are carried by long,silky white strands and widely dispersed on the wind."

"The latin word for Willow is 'salix'. From the word 'saline' meaning, to leap."

"The bank of the Willow contains salicylic acid, the source of aspirin, and has relived fever and suffering for thousands of years, it also get's rid of warts."

"It is said that the sound of the wind through willows is the whispering of faires in the poets ear."

"It is also said that the Willow can uproot itself, stalk travellers and mutter at them."

"It is believed that a Willow branch in your house will protect you from evil and sorcery."

"No matter how far back you cut a Willow tree it will never truly die."


The beach is everyone's happy place-Rosie Finn.

Be yourself everyone else is taken-Oscar Wilde

Imperfection is beauty,madness is genius and it's better to be ridiculous than absolutely boring-Marilyn Monroe

In this life
You will need plenty of shoes.
Pointy-toed witch shoes for kicking your enemies.
Soft embroided slippers for soft slippery times.
Old sneakers for funny old days
To wear cosy old socks,for walking in wild places.
A pair of Follow-Me-And-Fall-In-Love-With-Me shoes,
with extra curly bits.
Ballet pumps,netball shoes and snow boots may be necessary.
A pair of gumboots without earwigs in the toes will
also come in handy.
And dont forget a jandel to nail on your door.

I am eating a plum,
this lucious Santa Rosa,fat ruby orb.
Biting,taste long-lost summers,
am a child again
at the fruit stall
by the dusty road to the sea.
Happy girl with strange dreams,
sticky brown hands on a red-stained paper bag.
My parents were alive and summer was forever.
Mouthful of hot sweet memories,
tasting blood sap and remembering.
Here and now,
weary years later,
I am standing in a kitchen
twelve thousand miles away,
fruit in a bowl,clouds in the sky,
saying yes to a plum.


For yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow is only a vision but today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness a vision of hope!!

Two sorts of people:

There are two sorts of people.Those who think marriage is forever and those who don't.

There are two sorts of people.Those who like beetroot and those who dont.

There are two sorts of people.Those who drive in one lane and those who don't

There are two sorts of people.Those who ask questions and wait for the answer and those who don't.

There are two sorts of people.Those who think they are beautiful and those who don't.

There are two sorts of people.Those who carry a spare car key and those who don't.

There are two sorts of people.Those who have sense of humor and those who don't.

There are two sorts of people.Those who smile at folk that they don't know on the street and those who don't.

There are two sorts of people.Those who think there are two sorts of people and those who don't and those who dont.

Being a Poet

It would be easier to be a poet.
It would be a fine thing
to come home
watch T.V.
untroubled,
mind blank like paper
without need for ink.
Much simpler not to have
a head so full of words
your brain hurts.
It would be good
to see a guy in a beanie
and not feel obliged
to find a metaphor for him.
No need to record,
transform, or consider.
Just be,in the world,
dumb and simple
like a badger or an owl
neither of which I've ever seen
but have read about
in poems.

Confetti

In my coloured dream
I spilt hundreds and thousands,
flew above oceans
stole the gold dragon
from a blue silk komono
In my coloured dream
there's a tilted hat
with a bird on the brim
and me eating apricots
in a green satin slip
In real life I've got a headache
and hassles
and homework
At least on the desk
sits a rainbow flavoured poem
some kind of rescue
from the blunt-edged days.

Why
don't I
put on my red ruby ring
polish my black shiny shoes
brush my hair till it shines
sign my name in a foreign language
hold sacred stones in the palm of my hand
wrap broken china in old scarves for safe keeping
forget the birthdays of all my relatives
give you the gift that I thought about saving
dance long into the night and sing without warning
seek out a level playing feild and make a lump in it
fall gracefully off the edge of everything

    floating
                
   
                  lightly

as if it were a wonderful thing that I was born to do.



Peace,love and chocolates!!


I don't care what people think about me unless I care about them

Life does not need to be perfect to be beautiful

All wisdom is wrapped up in 2 words - wait & hope



I LOVE these pics!!!!