Nice Comment

Comment was by Kurt Neuleuf on July 19, 2022 at 12:19am

Another Fall Of Rain            Banjo Paterson

The weather had been sultry for a fortnight's time or more,
And the shearers had been driving might and main,
For some had got the century who'd ne'er got it before,
And now all hands were wishing for the rain.

For the boss is getting rusty and the ringer's caving in,
For his bandaged wrist is aching with the pain,
And the second man, I fear, will make it hot for him,
Unless we have another fall of rain.

A few had taken quarters and were coiling in their bunks
When we shore the six-tooth wethers from the plain.
And if the sheep get harder, then a few more men will funk,
Unless we get another fall of rain.

But the sky is clouding over, and the thunder's muttering loud,
And the clouds are driving eastward o'er the plain,
And I see the lightning flashing from the edge of yon black cloud,
And I hear the gentle patter of the rain.

So, lads, put on your stoppers, and let us to the hut,
Where we'll gather round and have a friendly game,
While some are playing music and some play ante up,
And some are gazing outwards at the rain.

But now the rain is over, let the pressers spin the screw,
Let the teamsters back the waggons in again,
And we'll block the classer's table by the way we'll put them through,
For everything is merry since the rain.

And the boss he won't be rusty when his sheep they all are shorn,
And the wringer's wrist won't ache much with the pain
Of pocketing his cheque for fifty pounds or more,
And the second man will press him hard again.

Comment was by Kurt Neuleuf on July 18, 2022 at 3:05am

Invictus
By William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

Comment was by Kurt Neuleuf on July 18, 2022 at 3:03am

THERE ARE SEVERAL GOOD REASONS FOR DRINKING,

AND ONE JUST ENTERED MY HEAD,

iF YOU CAN'T DRINK WHILE YOUR LIVING.

THEN HOW THE HELL YOU GOING TO DRINK WHEN YOUR DEAD????

Comment was by Davy on November 3, 2020 at 12:25pm

Truth Never Dies

Truth never dies. The ages come and go.

The mountains wear away, the stars retire.

Destruction lays earth's mighty cities low;

And empires, states and dynasties expire;

But caught and handed onward by the wise,

Truth never dies.

Though unreceived and scoffed at through the years;

Though made the butt of ridicule and jest;

Though held aloft for mockery and jeers,

Denied by those of transient power possessed.

Insulted by the insolence of lies,

Truth never dies.

It answers not. It does not take offence,

But with a mighty silence bides its time;

As some great cliff that braves the elements

And lifts through all the storms its head sublime,

It ever stands, uplifted by the wise;

And never dies.

As rests the Sphinx amid Egyptian sands;

As looms on high the snowy peak and crest;

As firm and patient as Gibraltar stands,

So truth, unwearied, waits the era blest

When men shall turn to it with great surprise.

Truth never dies.

Author Unknown

Comment was by Stephen Brodie on May 7, 2020 at 9:30am

Georgie Porgy pudding and pie. Yeah I remember that one being sung in the playground at school 

Comment was by Davy on May 7, 2020 at 9:14am

Yes there was more to English Nursery rhymes than meets the eye.
Like I have heard the that this  rhyme

Georgie Porgy Kissed the girls

and made them cry

When the boys came out to play

Georgie Porgy ran away

Was a reference to  George the third.

Comment was by Stephen Brodie on May 6, 2020 at 2:20pm

I and my friend Jack were playing a general knowledge game. And a section of the game asked us about the old and dark poems and nursery rhymes of English folklore. And it would seem the older the verse the darker the meaning.

The Comic Adventures of Old Mother Hubbard and her Dog is attributed to Sarah Catherine Martin (1768–1826)

Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the Cupboard,
To give the poor Dog a bone;

When she came there,
The Cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.

She went to the Bakers
To buy him some Bread;
When she came back
The Dog was dead!

She went to the Undertakers
To buy him a coffin;
When she came back
The Dog was laughing.

MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY (1744) 

“Contrary” is one way to describe a murderous psychopath. This popular English nursery rhyme, which reads like a solicitation for gardening advice, is actually a recounting of the homicidal nature of Queen Mary I of England, a.k.a. Bloody Mary. A fierce believer in Catholicism, her reign as queen—from 1553 to 1558—was marked by the execution of hundreds of Protestants. (Silver bells and cockle shells are torture devices, not garden accouterments.)

The Dark Origins of 11 Classic Nursery Rhymes 

https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/55035/dark-origins-11-classic-n...

Comment was by Stephen Brodie on May 6, 2020 at 1:33pm

Thanks, Davy. I enjoyed that.

Comment was by Davy on May 6, 2020 at 7:49am

Purblind Man

Oh! Purblind man
how arrogant thou art
Look! You cry
Look, see how much we learnt, learnt, advanced
Split the atom, we did.
Upon other world our machines do sit.

Ah! what of your society?
Is that advanced as well?
Split the atom you did, first for murder
then for peace.
Into space machines you sent,
while countless of your fellow man,
starved amidst natures bounty,
locked up by your greed.

So advancing your technology
forgetting to advance your Society.
Forgotten by you, The Web of Life.
Purblind to the fate of fellow humans,
to the others that also dwell on the planet

Your Society has reverted
to the days,
where you clung, scampered
in forests primeval
in fear
of predatory animals
though now you fear yourself,
no other beasts.

Forgotten are the wise words
of past wise humans.
How arrogant thou art, thinking,
past has nothing to teach.
We men of the present know
better than them
Oh! Really!

Then pray tell, why then
Wars still rage?
Poverty and Famine
still stalk the world?
Lifeforms fast disappearing?
Oceans and lands polluted?

No!
You are not an advanced civilisation.
Just Homo hablis
with advanced technology.

Advanced civilisations don’t
sanction mass murder
by waging wars.
None of its citizens live in
poverty nor fear famine.
Lifeforms disappear more
slowly, more naturally.
Oceans and lands are not its
cess pit or garbage dumps
and burdened by their pollutants

Oh! How Purblind though art
man of to-day!

Mullity Nik-ken-bah 2020

Comment was by Chris on December 30, 2018 at 1:23am

Round the world.

Funny 

Some if not many think armageddon is the best relief.

Sorry for saying that I dislike people who worship armageddon.

 

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