“Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It is not something you learn in school.
But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything” Muhammad Ali “Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, the arts… It has no survival value, rather it is one of those things which give value to survival” C.S. LewisWRITING
My new( ish) keep chin up) quote
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said,
people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget how you made them feel. “
Maya Angelou.
The first time I saw this lady, she was speaking to Oprah. I found some of her thoughts and words inspiring yet, at the time could not make any of them work for me.
I appreciate she was honored by Barack Obama and lauded as a legend in history. I just cannot quite get to grips with a lot of her work. BUT this one I do get.
I now remember my dad saying something similar. I, also, used to use it to motivate my workmates. Without even realising i was.
BUT It is true and now, even though i have my ‘down days’ i am trying to use it to be that little bit more positive toward me and mankind.
So give it a go and see how it turns out.
Food by Louise Kelly for Second BIte competition
New version of olde poem.
A change is as Good as a Holiday
The Last Post
Here is another poem, that I am really proud to have written. It was for a competition, last year where the theme had to have some type of rural influence. The poem signifies that no matter what some things weather all storms; i guess that could be summed up as my life also.
It is one of the last things i spoke to my dad about.
THE LAST POST
Sturdy
Solid
Miniscule animals reside within
Octogenarian
This age foretold by deep blackening rings
A small crack here, larger one there
Outer bark split
To breathe in the changing air
Sentry of the surrounding land
Sculptured by weathered hands
Originally they called you RED
Unlike fellow sentries, whom decomposed or dead.
Handcuffed together -you have broken free
Reminders lay rusting amongst the weeds
Large burls bleed waxy sap, crystallised tears
For a youth lost, time ago, some eighty years.
Warm gritty brackish red soil mounds at your neck
A lone brown hawk glides low
Dipping of a wing
Salutes – you in a sign of respect
Oh! The battles you and Mother Nature have fought
Doggedly resisting her dust, heat, rain and lightning storms
Stratos, Cumulus puff up high, merge with nimbus to forewarn
A new battle arrives in pitch of night; before the new dawn
Worriedly, terrified your tenants scurry into your womb
As the air begins to sing an eerie tune
Crescendos whispers, howling to the lost moon
Brace yourself – Mother Nature will be here soon.
A thousand hooves pound the earth
The howling wind carries a farmers’ curse
Echoing louder as terrified cattle scatter past you
Crescendo climatic intensifying volume
Thunder rumbles across the jet black ominous sky
Shaking the land from way up high
Banshees’ screech as the air trumpets her arrival tune
Spikes of lightning bright, vivid in their paths everything electrifies
Oh well! One more battle with her – this time you may die.
Cerise shafts of warm sun whisper a new day
Mother Nature and her storm chased far away
Standing stoically-a little bit more, battle worn
At the base a small piece of bark has been torn.
All others gone splintered; split, thrashed and shred
You now stand alone as warm summer sun shines upon your head.
Second Bite
I enter literary competitions when i find ones I like. Some are so strict it tends to put me off trying. Anyway here is a poem I wrote for a food charity called SECOND BITE. It is a food bank that gathers extra / leftover food and goods to redistribute to the food vans on our streets or for mainstream charities.
Food
For thought
For the mind
The soul
Nourishment
Survival
Energy
Eaten -With hands
Fingers
Fork, knife or spoon
Chopsticks
Mouths
Food can be philosophical, spiritual, excessive, salivating, sweet, sour, acidic or alkaline
It is the one thing man relies upon
Yet has no knowledge of where it came from.
PINK – A SHORT POEM
Pink – is the colour of spiritual things
It shimmers forth from beyond horizon of a new day sky
Adding lustre to the evening sunsets, its colour sings
It signals every moment of when we live, laugh or even cry
Exclamations of love; it is soft, sedate, and sensitive
Soft baby, coral, petunia, cerise, lollypop and fairy floss Never hard to touch –
just oh so soft.
Where would flowers and gardens be?
If pink were not there to make them live
Pink is spiritual, soulful and mediative
Green – a poem
Green – is the ever changing colour of leaves
Green – is grass, limes, creatures, pears, apples and kiwis
From pale, lawn, olive, verdant, sapphire, sea deep
Tea that is relaxes and sends one to sleep
Green – is a sheen that calms our minds and soul
For green is never used to describe a hole
It is the movement of nature and all its glory
It sets the tone for everything else
Green is the colour of life’s’ story.
Louise Kelly