‘You’re more handsome than me,
And you don’t frighten people so much.’
‘Yes, I know,’ said the bee,
‘And I like being me,
But I lack your charisma as such.’
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...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
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Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
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When everything that is illusion is removed, all that remains is consciousness.
2 comments:
haha this is great!
We used to have wasps in our deck (not on, but IN) and they were pretty frightening. We still have them in our yard somewhere, but I still love reading outside in the summer. They never sting me, just hover around my lemonade.
What prompted this poem?
I've only ever been stung by a wasp once, and that was my fault. It was on my bare chest inside my shirt and I touched it before looking. My sympathies were with the wasp. I generally find that if I ignore them, they ignore me. I might be less relaxed about a swarm, of course.
Nothing prompted it. These little ditties leap into my head and recite themselves, then I write them down. Occasionaly they play games, though. They give me a start and I have to complete them. My ambition is to write one as long as yours. Unfortunately, it seems my muse has a short attention span.
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