10:19:09 o'clock BST
Feeling Sad
Hearing La Paloma
Julian Grail
Death of a Friend
Pain and compassion touch us
This man’s death warns us
Tears sting our eyes
As we beat our breasts
In weary prayer
Human bonds that bind us
Photographs that blind us
Guilt and anger consume us
We turn to Christ
In this time of
Deep despair
The hope
Innocents in Paradise
Promised us
By love of God
Confuses us
As the loving Family
Comforts us
We are left
Just memories.
Edmund Forte
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08:23:42 o'clock BST
Feeling Chillin'
Hearing gigli
space between the ears
I MUST SAY
I must tell you what I know of space
My brothers in science are looking there for me
They have very little to tell
Except that it is big
I must tell you of life down here
Of all that matters to me
Of the distance between us
And our close proximity
I must describe how best I see you
With my minds eye first to see
What light does not illuminate
Is not reality
Astronomers discovered that
Space is expanding fast
Or so we are led to believe
From some almighty blast
It does not matter how
Why should us, this perplex
It’s there for God’s sake
Why can’t we leave it at that?
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07:50:27 o'clock BST
Feeling Flirtatious
Hearing mantovani
joke
BRITISH DRINKING RULE
A Polish guy drinks his beer and suddenly throws his glass in the air, pulls out his pistol and shoots the glass to pieces. He says, 'In Poland our glasses are so cheap that we don't need to drink from the same glass twice'
A Pakistani, obviously impressed by this, drinks his beer, throws his glass into the air, pulls out his AK-47 and shoots the glass to pieces. He says, 'In Pakistan we have so much sand to make glasses that we don't need to drink out of the same glass twice either.'
A British girl, cool as a cucumber, picks up her beer and drinks it, throws her glass into the air, pulls out her gun and shoots the Pole and the Pakistani and catches her glass. She says, 'In Britain we now have that many Pakistanis and Poles that we don't have to drink with the same ones twice. God Bless Britain.
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09:44:59 o'clock BST
Feeling Mischievous
Hearing beatles
for older kids
My sister and I and Nursey makes three
Our guardian angel watches us, as we run free
With buckets and spades sand and seaweed
And we shall have bread and lovely honey for tea
Reading and writing as good children are we
Good little children up to a degree
We play with merry a quip and a tee hee! hee!
And surely we shall have bread and honey for tea
Time to come in children, come down from the tree
Put on your pinnies now then we shall see
I shall look in the cupboard the larder and pantry
Then together again we shall sit and have honey for tea.
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11:00:25 o'clock BST
Feeling Hopeful
Hearing grieg
simple folk
Allo Ma Deer
Allo ma deer
tiz nice to see ee!
tiz like this, tiz all too much I fear
can ee elp us? Cuz I’ll tellee strait
Ah gotta get the tai an ah'm runnin very late
Oi went down town an I lost me purse
An Oi had to walk yer tiz a proper curse
Thing tiz, I’m rightly sure
were very proud tho us be poor
Me old man ,an me, an our little maid
Us’av stuck it through
An us never strayed
Mind e' can be a bugger, my old man
If’’n it tin't one thing, tiz tother
An if i tells ee off, e’ just laffs
But e’ seen me right
Tho e’ don't much like graft
So, bless you zur! you can help us if you like
An the tais late, but there never mind
Two quid? ooh thank e` zur
I'll pay e` back now don't ee fear
if ee` don't go an spend it
by this time Friday night.
On fish and chips
An a pint of beer.
Based on a true experience while working as a social worker in Plymouth.
Tags: life, life in general, people, great expectations, love, sex, fairy’s, madness
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17:42:03 o'clock BST
Feeling Angry
Hearing ledzeplane
useless apologies
I have deleted my welcome BLOG because some people were shocked and I did not mean to cause offence to those that I love
It was supposed to be a funny entry for my writing club homework folks.
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08:49:20 o'clock BST
Feeling Sad
Hearing none
Zia Iolanda Fusciardi
Iolanda Fusciardi:
Aunty Iolanda universally known as ZIA was the second child born into a family of ten, 5 girls and 5 boys. The Fusciardi family were a respected family and she was very strictly brought up in a very religious household ruled over by her grandmother Porzia Forte. Nonna porzia herself had 12 children, 5 of these entered the church. 4 became Benedictines, 1 a Carmelite and 1 girl became a Nun rising to the post of Mother General of her order. Zia showed an interest in nursing from an early age. She never went to college but soon became highly skilled in administering injections and caring for the sick. She picked up the local traditions of natural remedies from her uncle Padre Eugenio who worked in the Pharmacy of the monastery of Casalmare. Dominic remembers how he and his friends were afflicted with abscesses. Zia cured his friends with poultices but he had his expertly lanced: it was very painful but it worked. Zia chose to become a shepherdess and did her job with great skill and expertise. She was also very courageous because wolves used to wait for the flocks to be driven up into the mountain pastures. During the war an allied plane crashed in the mountains and zia and one of her sisters gave help to the two surviving airmen. The airmen gave zia a letter describing what they had done and told them to give it to the allies as soon as they arrived. As soon as the Germans had left they used the letter and were given work at the allied GHQ in Caserta. In the late 1950’s members of the family began to emigrate and zia was left to run the farm on her own. In the 1980’s she had breast cancer but continued to work. In the early 90’s she had problems with her heart. When she could no longer farm she was lovingly cared for by her niece Antonietta. In 1996 she came to England to be cared for at Mardon House. She immediately decided that medicines were not good for her and refused any further treatments. Zia could be naughty and wilful at times but despite this she was lovingly cared for by the staff at Mardon House, some of whom continued to visit her long after they had retired.
On reaching the age of 105 last year the municipal council of Casalattico bestowed upon her the title of “Honorary Grandmother” of the town of her birth, and this was not only because of her age but also in recognition for the services she had rendered to her community.
So goodbye Zia, Nurse and shepherdess. May the Lamb have mercy on you and his Angels lead you into paradise.
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09:21:35 o'clock BST
Feeling Chillin'
Hearing dies ire dies illae
madness
Bad Feelings
Stroke the cat’s sleek black coat and hear him purr
Handle the heavy truncheon and feel the brute power
Finger the bride’s soft white satin glove
Pat the sticky dough and add some flour
Bow to the altar with impatient ire
Contact the banker with an irresistible offer
Affecting the outcome by telling lies to the liar
Lay a hand on the bible and swear your perjury
Converge on the drunk and add some choice kicks
Handle the heavy truncheon until they feel no more injury
Trace your devious history since the day of your birth
Touch down the chamber pot full of early morning piss
Get in with strangers and take their lives with mirth
Lose touch with your childhood as you kill all that was missed
Touch off the scenarios that bring chaos and death
Stroking the cats sleek black coat feel him hard and inert
Finger the bride with her white satin glove
Never forgiven the easily arranged casually aborted birth
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