Misuzu Kaneko’s poem “The Whale Hunt”
Have you heard of tiny Melinda Mae,
Who ate a monstrous whale?
She thought she could,
She said she would,
So she started in right at the tail.SHEL SILVERSTEIN
Category Archives: FANTASY
Lovers, to bed ; ’tis almost fairy time.
For now to sorrow must I tune my song. And set my harp to notes of saddest woe.
My soul is an enchanted boat. Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing.
Congenial spirits part to meet again. But she was journeying to the land of souls.
My age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 7 February 1931,
The spirit- world around this world of sense Floats like an - atmosphere, and every- where Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense A vital breath of more ethereal air.
Come on Milhouse, there’s no such thing as a soul! It’s just something they made up to scare kids, like the Boogie Man or Michael Jackson. Bart Simpson
The Wild Boogie Man
The light of day fades in the sunset
The wild child crouches in the bushes
Waiting for his childhood friend to wander into view
KAILA GEORGE
http://www.poetfreak.com/184764/the-wild-boogie-man.html
Outhouse
I grabbed the torch one real dark night
and bolted down the yard.
The shadows stretched their long dark arms,
my heart was beating hard.
Mum said there were no boogie men
but I was not so sure.
The wind was howling through the trees
as I ran for the door.
I shone the torch across the seat
then shone it up the wall.
I’d hate to get a spider bite
or see things creep and crawl.
When I was sure that it was safe
I’d hurry up and go.
Then I was done. I’d check again
for any deadly foe.
I made the dash back to the house
the devil at my heels,
and once inside I’d slam the door.
You don’t know how that feels.
One freezing, rainy, winter night
scared, I used a bucket.
When morning came I’d empty it,
I’d just go and chuck it.
Alas, when I woke up next day
forgetting it was there,
I kicked it over spilling it
and cried out in despair.
I sure am glad that things have changed
in places we reside,
’cause I’m not frightened anymore.
The outhouse is inside.
http://members.optushome.com.au/kazoom/poetry/bushpoetry.html
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. Henry James
Queensland Times (Ipswich) (Qld. : 1909 – 1954), Monday 27 December 1948,
When the ape cannot reach the banana with its hand, he says it is sour” ~ Bambara (Mali)
http://www.glimpsesofafrica.com/african-quotes–proverbs.html
All right,” said Susan. “I’m not stupid. You’re saying humans need… fantasies to make life bearable.”
REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE RISING APE.
TERRY PRATCHETT.
When a path is traveled all the way to its end, where then does it lead?
“You must learn to know the difference between tales and the truth, my Liza, she would say. Fairy tales have a habit of ending too soon. They never show what happens afterwards when the prince and princess ride off the page.”
― Kate Morton, The Forgotten Garden
Will you get your head out of the clouds and back in the water where it belongs!
― -The Little Mermaid
“When you’re feeling lonely
and no one is around
Remember to look inside yourself
and a best friend will be found”
― Stephen Cosgrove, Maynard’s Mermaid
“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.” Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata
“When your lover is a liar, you and he have a lot in common, you’re both lying to you!”
Susan Forward
“Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they’re gone.” Nicholas Sparks
“Carpe Scrotum. Seize life by the testicles”
Rowena Cherry, Knight’s Fork
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