Category Archives: GOODBYE, FAREWELL

If God had meant for us to fly, he wouldn’t have given us the railways.

http://www.legendsofamerica.com/rr-railroadquips.html

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Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat

There’s a whisper down the line at 11:39
When the Night Mail’s ready to depart,
Saying ‘Skimble where is Skimble has he gone to hunt the thimble?
We must find him or the train can’t start.’
All the guards and all the porters and the stationmaster’s daughters
They are searching high and low,
Saying ‘Skimble where is Skimble for unless he’s very nimble
Then the Night Mail just can’t go.’
At 11:42 then the signal’s nearly due
And the passengers are frantic to a man –
Then Skimble will appear and he’ll saunter to the rear:
He’s been busy in the luggage van!
He gives one flash of his glass-green eyes
And the signal goes ‘All Clear!’
And we’re off at last for the northern part
Of the Northern Hemisphere!

You may say that by and large it is Skimble who’s in charge
Of the Sleeping Car Express.
From the driver and the guards to the bagmen playing cards
He will supervise them all, more or less.
Down the corridor he paces and examines all the faces
Of the travellers in the First and in the Third;
He establishes control by a regular patrol
And he’d know at once if anything occurred.
He will watch you without winking and he sees what you are thinking
And it’s certain that he doesn’t approve
Of hilarity and riot, so the folk are very quiet
When Skimble is about and on them ove.
You can play no pranks with Skimbleshanks!
He’s a Cat that cannot be ignored;
So nothing goes wrong on the Northern Mail
When Skimbleshanks is aboard.

Oh it’s very pleasant when you have found your little den
With your name written up on the door.
And the berth is very neat with a newly folded sheet
And there’s not a speck of dust on the floor.
There is every sort of light – you can make it dark or bright;
There’s a button that you turn to make a breeze.
There’s a funny little basin you’re supposed to wash your face in
And a crank to shut the window if you sneeze.
Then the guard looks in politely and will ask you very brightly
‘Do you like your morning tea weak or strong?’
But Skimble’s just behind him and was ready to remind him,
For Skimble won’t let anything go wrong.
And when you creep into your cosy berth
And pull up the counterpane,
You are bound to admit that it’s very nice
To know that you won’t be bothered by mice –
You can leave all that to the Railway Cat,
The Cat of the Railway Train!

In the middle of the night he is always fresh and bright;
Every now and then he has a cup of tea
With perhaps a drop of Scotch while he’s keeping on the watch,
Only stopping here and there to catch a flea.
You were fast asleep at Crewe and so you never knew
That he was walking up and down the station;
You were sleeping all the while he was busy at Carlisle,
Where he greets the stationmaster with elation.
But you saw him at Dumfries, where he summons the police
If there’s anything they ought to know about:
When you get to Gallowgate there you do not have to wait –
For Skimbleshanks will help you to get out!
He gives you a wave of his long brown tail
Which says: ‘I’ll see you again!
You’ll meet without fail on the Midnight Mail
The Cat of the Railway Train.’

T S Elliot

a balloon has left without saying goodbye. Graham Nunn

http://anotherlostshark.com/tag/poems-about-the-ekka/

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“who knows if the moon’s
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky–filled with pretty people?
( and if you and I should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen 
city which nobody’s ever visited,where

always
it’s
Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves” 

― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems

Can’t leave my poor beasts starving to go chase a rich man’s toy.

A New Ballad of the Man From Snowy River

Mark O’Connor

http://www.australianpoet.com/poems.html

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foto of a chook in raleigh nsw

“You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on.” 

― Tupac Shakur

“It’s as difficult to be rich without bragging as it is to be poor without complaining.”

http://juniorbiz.com/40-chinese-proverbs-for-entrepreneurship

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“I could not imagine that the future I was walking toward could compare in any way to the past that I was leaving behind.”

― Nelson Mandela, Long Walk to Freedom

 

 

You and I will meet again, When we’re least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won’t say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

Tom Petty

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“Adieu, dit le renard. Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.”

― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince

fish hug: those stupid hugs when you’re saying bye to one of your friends and they use one hand to hug you making it an even more awkward moment.

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“For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, our self, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves; that is, has a positive need to brush, scrape, kindle herself, gossiping.”

― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic. ― Van Morrison

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“I guess it’s going to have to hurt, I guess I’m going to have to cry, And let go of some things I’ve loved to get to the other side
I guess it’s going to break me down, Like falling when you try to fly,
Sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye”
― Carrie Underwood

There is no pillow so soft as a clear conscience (French)

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"Goodbye," said I to my conscience,
"Goodbye for aye and aye,"
As I pushed her from me roughly
And turned my face away;
And conscience smitten sorely
Returned not from that day.
But a time came when my spirit
Grew weary of its pace:
And I cried, "Come back, my conscience,
For I long to see thy face."
But conscience said, "I cannot,
Remorse sits in my place."—Selected.

 

http://www.moreillustrations.com/Illustrations/conscience%205.html

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