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Beware the door with too many keys. Portuguese (on vigilance)

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 ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
 All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrave.
 “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
 The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
 Beware the Jujub bird, and shun
 The frumious Bandersnatch!”
 He took his vorpal sword in hand:
 Long time the manxome foe he sought —
 So rested he by the Tumtum gree,
 And stood awhile in thought
 And as in uffish thought he stood,
 The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
 Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
 And burbled as it came!
 One, two! One, two! and through and through
 The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
 He left it dead, and with its head
 He went galumphing back.
 “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
 Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
 O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
 He chortled in his joy.
 ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
 Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
 All mimsy were the borogoves,
 And the mome raths outgrave.

LEWIS CARROL

Look before you leap, For snakes among sweet flowers do creep.

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“You read any Greek myths, puppy? The one about the gorgon Medusa, particularly? I used to wonder what could be so terrible that you couldn’t survive even looking at it. Until I got a little older and I figured out the obvious answer. Everything.”

― Mike Carey & Peter Gross, The Unwritten, Vol. 1: Tommy Taylor and the Bogus Identity

A rickety chair will not long serve as a seat,

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FOTO- chairs at bellingen growers’ markets

and speaking of an entirely different kind of chair

Beware of plastic stacker chairs

BARRY KEARNS

Trevor’s on a mission to Consumer Affairs,

trying to get a ban on plastic stacker chairs

He reckons that they’re dangerous, a serious threat to life

Cos it was through a plastic chair that he got into strife.

It was at the Tamworth Festival, a concert in the park,

Trev and Ken were there, with gear to last them until dark.

An esky full of coldies, Trev was without a care-

Stubbies, thongs and t-shirt, on his plastic stacker chair.

But as he stretched his legs out, his left crown jewel rolled free,

and dropped through the chair seat, a real catastrophe.

But Trev remained unaware of his dire situation,

Until they gave the singer a standing ovation.

As Trev rose to his feet he gave a fearsome yell,

Cos tethered to his testicle,

The chair came up as well.

He grabbed the chair with both hands as he crashed back to the ground,

But the errant family jewel was well and truly stuck he quickly found

He tried to extract the enclosed cod but he began to curse

Cos nothing he did seemed to work, it only made things worse.

Trev’s mate Ken was laughing fit to go right off his brain,

Ken’s tears were from laughter but Trev’s were from real pain.

Ken produced a Stanley knife and Trev’s mouth went dry,

He said “I’ll only cut the chair” but Trev wouldn’t let him try.

Well Ken climbed underneath the chair and tried to poke things through,

It’s times like these when you find out what your mates will really do.

They pulled and poked and prodded but all efforts were in vain

Trevor’s nut was red and raw and giving heaps of pain

All this unwanted attention was no good you realise,

Trevor’s tortured testicle swelled to twice its size.

Well the word spread quickly througT the Park,

And people tried to get a glimpse of trev’s threatened castration.

Mums and Dads and kids and dogs of every age-

Trev got more attention than the singer on the stage.

Little kids were pointing, dogs were trying to have a smell,

And Trevor, trying to cover up, said “Go to Bloody Hell”!

“Poor bloke needs an ice pack” was the only good advice,

So they sat Trevor over his esky, with his agate in the ice!

Someone called an ambulance, and they drove through the crowd,

Trev was drinking Bundy rum, and swearing very loud.

When the ambos stopped laughing they carted Trev away,

to the hospital where he was the highlight of the day.

Well Trevor’s now recovered, with both crown jewels in place,

But don’t offer him a plastic chair if you truly value your face.

And next year at the Festival Trevor will be there,

wearing tight undies and long trousers, on his canvas fold-out chair.

Listen attentively as I perform this segment of my duties and lets take a tour round the routes of wisdom and gallivant the landscape of experience while I pedal your feet and smoothen your soles

Words Of Wisdom To My Child

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I would that I were an old beggar
Rolling a blind pearl eye,
For he cannot see my lady
Go gallivanting by.

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We’d burn these joints in effegy, cry about what we used to be, and try to ignore the elephant somehow. Somehow . JASON IZBELL.

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“Elephants can sense danger. They’re able to detect an approaching tsunami or earthquake before it hits. Unfortunately, Jack did not have this talent. The day his life was turned completely upside down, he was caught unaware.”
― Jennifer Richard Jacobson, Small as an Elephant

Monkey talks, monkey listens. Persons who think alike will understand one another.

Five little monkeys sitting in a tree,
Teasing Mr. Crocodile: “You can’t catch me!”
Along comes Mr. Crocodile
As quiet as can be and…SNAP!

Four little monkeys sitting in a tree…
Three little monkeys sitting in a tree…
Two little monkeys sitting in a tree…

One little monkey sitting in a tree,
Teasing Mr. Crocodile: “You can’t catch me!”
Along comes Mr. Crocodile
As quiet as can be and….SNAP!
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Ukila na timsaha, hutapata nyingi raha.   
If you want to eat with the crocodile, you will not have much pleasure 
Do not be too ambitious; stay with your own people.
Timsaha [dialect], mamba, ngwena:  crocodile.

http://swahiliproverbs.afrst.illinois.edu/ambition.html

If you get your han’ in a debil mout’ tek it out.

 

 

 If  you get your han’ in a debil mout’ tek it out.

 

Translation: If you put your hand in the devils mouth, take it out carefully.
Explanation: Act cautiously in getting out of difficulty.

http://www.nlj.gov.jm/?q=jamaican-proverbs#debil

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Chicken deh merry,
Hawk deh near.

meaning: Where there is
too much merriment and
excitement, danger lurks near.

http://www.lasanabandele.com/jamaican_proverbs.html

To live is to war with trolls.” ― Henrik Ibsen

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“It was said in the old days that every year Thor made a circle around Middle-earth, beating back the enemies of order. Thor got older every year, and the circle occupied by gods and men grew smaller. The wisdom god, Woden, went out to the king of the trolls, got him in an armlock, and demanded to know of him how order might triumph over chaos.
“Give me your left eye,” said the king of the trolls, “and I’ll tell you.” 
Without hesitation, Woden gave up his left eye. “Now tell me.” 
The troll said, “The secret is, Watch with both eyes!” 


― John GardnerOn Moral Fiction

 

There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning. Louis L’Amour

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The Hypnotist

by Andrew Barton Paterson

A man once read with mind surprised
Of the way that people were “hypnotised”;
By waving hands you produced, forsooth,
A kind of trance where men told the truth!
His mind was filled with wond’ring doubt;
He grabbed his hat and he started out,
He walked the street and he made a “set”
At the first half-dozen folk he met.
He “tranced” them all, and without a joke
‘Twas much as follows the subjects spoke:

First Man
“I am a doctor, London-made,
Listen to me and you’ll hear displayed
A few of the tricks of the doctor’s trade.
‘Twill sometimes chance when a patient’s ill
That a doae, or draught, or a lightning pill,
A little too strong or a little too hot,
Will work its way to a vital spot.
And then I watch with a sickly grin
While the patient ‘passes his counters in’.
But when he has gone with his fleeting breath
I certify that the cause of death
Was something Latin, and something long,
And who is to say that the doctor’s wrong!
So I go my way with a stately tread
While my patients sleep with the dreamless dead.”

Next, Please
“I am a barrister, wigged and gowned;
Of stately presence and look profound.
Listen awhile till I show you round.
When courts are sitting and work is flush
I hurry about in a frantic rush.
I take your brief and I look to see
That the same is marked with a thumping fee;
But just as your case is drawing near
I bob serenely and disappear.
And away in another court I lurk
While a junior barrister does your work;
And I ask my fee with a courtly grace,
Although I never came near the case.
But the loss means ruin too you, maybe,
But nevertheless I must have my fee!
For the lawyer laughs in his cruel sport
While his clients march to the Bankrupt Court.”

Third Man
“I am a banker, wealthy and bold —
A solid man, and I keep my hold
Over a pile of the public’s gold.
I am as skilled as skilled can be
In every matter of ? s. d.
I count the money, and night by night
I balance it up to a farthing right:
In sooth, ‘twould a stranger’s soul perplex
My double entry and double checks.
Yet it sometimes happens by some strange crook
That a ledger-keeper will ‘take his hook’
With a couple of hundred thousand ‘quid’,
And no one can tell how the thing was did!”

Fourth Man
“I am an editor, bold and free.
Behind the great impersonal ‘We’
I hold the power of the Mystic Three.
What scoundrel ever would dare to hint
That anything crooked appears in print!
Perhaps an actor is all the rage,
He struts his hour on the mimic stage,
With skill he interprets all the scenes —
And yet next morning I give him beans.
I slate his show from the floats to flies,
Because the beggar won’t advertise.
And sometimes columns of print appear
About a mine, and it makes it clear
That the same is all that one’s heart could wish —
A dozen ounces to every dish.
But the reason we print those statements fine
Is — the editor’s uncle owns the mine.”

The Last Straw
“A preacher I, and I take my stand
In pulpit decked with gown and band
To point the way to a better land.
With sanctimonious and reverent look
I read it out of the sacred book
That he who would open the golden door
Must give his all to the starving poor.
But I vary the practice to some extent
By investing money at twelve per cent,
And after I’ve preached for a decent while
I clear for ‘home’ with a lordly pile.
I frighten my congregation well
With fear of torment and threats of hell,
Although I know that the scientists
Can’t find that any such place exists.
And when they prove it beyond mistake
That the world took millions of years to make,
And never was built by the seventh day
I say in a pained and insulted way
that ‘Thomas also presumed to doubt’,
And thus do I rub my opponents out.
For folks may widen their mental range,
But priest and parson, they never change.”

With dragging footsteps and downcast head
The hypnotiser went home to bed,
And since that very successful test
He has given the magic art a rest;
Had he tried the ladies, and worked it right,
What curious tales might have come to light!

http://www.occupypoetry.net/node/18962

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We rarely hear the inward music, but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless. RUMI.

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How very like you, Puck.” Ash’s voice came from a great distance, and the room started to spin. “Offer them a taste of faery wine, and act surprised when they’re consumed by it.”
That struck me as hilarious, and I broke into hysterical giggles. And once I began, I couldn’t stop. I laughed until I was gasping for breath, tears streaming down my face. My feet itched and my skin crawled. I needed to move, to do something. I tried standing up, wanting to spin and dance, but the room tilted violently and I fell, still shrieking with laughter.
Somebody caught me, scooping me off my feet and into their arms. I smelled frost and winter, and heard an exasperated sigh from somewhere above my head.
“What are you doing, Ash?” I heard someone ask. A familiar voice, though I couldn’t think of his name, or why he sounded so suspicious.
“I’m taking her back to her room.” The person above me sounded wonderfully calm and deep. I sighed and settled into his arms. “She’ll have to sleep off the effects of the fruit. We’ll likely be here another day because of your idiocy.”
The other voice said something garbled and unintelligible. I was suddenly too sleepy and light-headed to care. Relaxing against the mysterious person’s chest, I fell into a heady sleep.” 

Julie KagawaThe Iron King

Be very, very careful what you put into that head, because you will never, ever get it out. Cardinal Wolsey

http://www.songs4teachers.com/inspiration.htm

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Which artist painted that?

Andrew Burke

Chances are the artist attends school now

and learns more and more logic

and language skills each day. Still

ocean seeks grass, river reflects

sky. His poem about a truck

is illustrated and pinned on

the display board. In his poem

the truck carries things

and drives between shops, but

it has a  disquietening element the author

will not change: his truck drives

north, it seeks North unerringly.

Teachers dismiss this as

a blemish, Father wants to know

how the truck will ever return to base,

and Mother tousles his hair, saying,

He’s just a boy, he’s just a boy.

Grandpa bends down to ask,

Do you want  to  be a truckdriver

when you grow up? No, he shakes

his head, a scientist, only

a scientist. Can’t they see that?

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Once burned by milk you will blow on cold water. Russian.

http://www.pskovgo.narod.ru/proverbs_1.htm

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Kenneth Slessor

The Night Ride

Gas flaring on the yellow platform; voices running up and down;
Milk-tins in cold dented silver; half-awake I stare,
Pull up the blind, blink out – all sounds are drugged;
the slow blowing of passengers asleep;
engines yawning; water in heavy drips;
Black, sinister travellers, lumbering up the station,
one moment in the window, hooked over bags;
hurrying, unknown faces – boxes with strange labels –
all groping clumsily to mysterious ends,
out of the gaslight, dragged by private Fates,
their echoes die. The dark train shakes and plunges;
bells cry out, the night-ride starts again.
Soon I shall look out into nothing but blackness,
pale, windy fields, the old roar and knock of the rails
melts in dull fury. Pull down the blind. Sleep. Sleep
Nothing but grey, rushing rivers of bush outside.
Gaslight and milk-cans. Of Rapptown I recall nothing else.

http://neilcommonplacebook.wordpress.com/2013/12/

The naked truth is always better than the best dressed lie. ~Ann Landers

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“I do not trust people who don’t love themselves and yet tell me, ‘I love you.’ There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.”

― Maya Angelou

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