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Life is not always fair. Sometimes you get a splinter even sliding down a rainbow.

2 The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW - 1842 - 1954), Saturday 29 August 1936,

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Warning

 

You slip the latch
and come to me across the ice.
A mouth is a circle lit
up, tapped out, departed.
Electrical haloes, we are
clairvoyant as soft gods,
sliding in boots, red stars on our soles.
We beckon dampness
into our woollens, swoop
in an inner corona to the sheet iron.

 

The memorial clock has no carillon.
There’s a thread of you
on my collar when the nightwatchman
appears at the edge of the ice
to shout: off, off,
it won’t hold you.

Pinetorch, by Ainslee Meredith

http://www.australianpoetry.org/2013/12/11/stars-on-the-soul/

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“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.” 


― Olivia Howard DunbarThe Shell of Sense

What are men to rocks and mountains ? ― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 16 July 1932,

The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW - 1842 - 1954), Saturday 16 July 1932,

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written by the very alcoholic Australian Poet Henry Kendall

Bellbirds

    By channels of coolness the echoes are calling,

 

    And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling:

 

    It lives in the mountain where moss and the sedges

 

    Touch with their beauty the banks and the ledges.

 

    Through breaks of the cedar and sycamore bowers

 

    Struggles the light that is love to the flowers;

 

    And, softer than slumber, and sweeter than singing,

 

    The notes of the bell-birds are running and ringing.

The silver-voiced bell birds, the darlings of daytime!
They sing in September their songs of the May-time;
When shadows wax strong, and the thunder bolts hurtle,
They hide with their fear in the leaves of the myrtle;
When rain and the sunbeams shine mingled together,
They start up like fairies that follow fair weather;
And straightway the hues of their feathers unfolden
Are the green and the purple, the blue and the golden.

October, the maiden of bright yellow tresses,
Loiters for love in these cool wildernesses;
Loiters, knee-deep, in the grasses, to listen,
Where dripping rocks gleam and the leafy pools glisten:
Then is the time when the water-moons splendid
Break with their gold, and are scattered or blended
Over the creeks, till the woodlands have warning
Of songs of the bell-bird and wings of the Morning.

Welcome as waters unkissed by the summers
Are the voices of bell-birds to the thirsty far-comers.
When fiery December sets foot in the forest,
And the need of the wayfarer presses the sorest,
Pent in the ridges for ever and ever
The bell-birds direct him to spring and to river,
With ring and with ripple, like runnels who torrents
Are toned by the pebbles and the leaves in the currents.

Often I sit, looking back to a childhood,
Mixt with the sights and the sounds of the wildwood,
Longing for power and the sweetness to fashion,
Lyrics with beats like the heart-beats of Passion; –
Songs interwoven of lights and of laughters
Borrowed from bell-birds in far forest-rafters;
So I might keep in the city and alleys
The beauty and strength of the deep mountain valleys:
Charming to slumber the pain of my losses
With glimpses of creeks and a vision of mosses.

 

 

The mind Is so hospitable, taking in everything Like boarders, and you don’t see until It’s all over how little there was to learn Once the stench of knowledge has dissipated. JOHN ASHBERY, “Houseboat Days”

 

Read more at http://www.notable-quotes.com/m/mind_quotes.html#jOQJkXWiguUpjRMg.99The World's News (Sydney, NSW - 1901 - 1955), Saturday 5 March 1910,  2 The World's News (Sydney, NSW - 1901 - 1955), Saturday 5 March 1910,

 

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His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.”

― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

We have to build the framework in which we will execute the tasks. LTG Christianson

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In proverbs, mountains are the immobile backbone and framework of the world. They are the embodiment of Earth itself: immense, indifferent, givers and takers of life, eternal, everything that humanity is not. They are a ready symbol of anything overwhelming.

http://geology.about.com/od/geologyandculture/qt/Geologic-Sayings-Proverbs.htm

I’ve lived to feel how pride may part  Spirits, tho’ matched like hand and glove. Coventry Patmore.

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What nutriment can I extract from these bare twigs? Starvation stares me in the face. “Nay, nay,” said a nuthatch, making its way, head downward, about a bare hickory close by, “The nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat…. If at any time the weather is too bleak and cold for you, keep the sunny side of the trunk, for a wholesome and inspiring warmth is there, such as the summer never afforded….” “Hear! hear!” screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, “winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it.”… [A] red squirrel… came running down a slanting bough, and as he stopped twirling a nut, called out rather impudently, “Look here! just get a snug-fitting fur coat and a pair of fur gloves like mine, and you may laugh at a northeast storm.

Henry David Thoreau, Nov. 8, 1858

http://www.quotegarden.com/winter.html

These are my new shoes. They’re good shoes. They won’t make you rich like me, they won’t make you rebound like me, they definitely won’t make you handsome like me. They’ll only make you have shoes like me. That’s it – Charles Barkley

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If you can react the same way to winning and losing, that’s a big accomplishment. That quality is important because it stays with you the rest of your life, and there’s going to be a life after tennis that’s a lot longer than your tennis life.

CHRIS EVERT LLOYD, William Safire’s Good Advice

Read more at http://www.notable-quotes.com/l/losing_quotes.html#rolIDUZkChJGrys1.99

Once a naked troglodyte, On a bitter Winter’s night, Sat and shivered in his cave the whole night through!

The Boon of Discontent by C J Dennis

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“We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honour the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection.

Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them – we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.

Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare.” 

― Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You’re Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are

Recognize others, be recognized, help others, be helped; such is a family relationship.

‘Ike aku, ‘ike mai, kokua aku kokua mai; pela iho la ka nohana ‘ohana.

Many native Hawaiians live with their extended family and family is the most important part of life for them. This saying teaches why they should put family first…In the Ohana or family, you know others and they know you, you help others and know you will be helped if there is anything you need.

http://www.k12.hi.us/~waianaeh/waianhi/olelo.html

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My heart is Round ready to echo the music of my

family but the Square

within me remains

 

The Square stops me in my entirety. 

“The day will come when the cow will have use for her tail” – there are better days ahead.

 

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Liam Mac Conlomaire Proverbs

“The cow is milked from her head”–the food that is put under a cow’s head determines the amount of milk she will give. Metaphorically speaking, getting a good story (or milking) from someone by offering good food.

“It went where it was needed.”  In Ireland, it is believed that if a cow kicked over the milking can and spilled the milk, it was because the fairies wanted a drink.

 

http://conwaymilltrust.org/quotes-poems-proverbs-and-sayings/liam-mac-conlomaire-proverbs/

I would never have amounted to anything were it not for adversity. I was forced to come up the hard way.

~J.C. Penny

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You’ll enjoy the short walk of his company,

as will he: singled out from the others

to push his nose eagerly into the halter, lowering

his head so you can easily fasten the buckle.

Rest your arm on his warm neck

as you wait for a passing ute,

lean into the could-only-be-horse smell of him,

see his ear turn just a few degrees in your direction,

like an old man cupping his hand, to hear

you say go on. Turn him loose and stay awhile,

watch him graze, lifting his head to sounds

of minute-to-minute living.

Because by Carolyn Fisher

http://leswicks.tripod.com/apc.htm

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible and when I leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people.”

 

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The storm

My mind swirled
like a storm that day:
my mouth the wind,
my heart the rain.

The fire scorching in her soul,
the deluge poured and did annul.
Her ship awash on eddied seas,
the wind a breath to bring her peace.

Dark thunder broiled with bodies toil
as Thor did rend from sky to soil.
I gave the girl a quenching passion
and left a rainbow in refraction.

 David Donovan

http://www.independentaustralia.net/australia/australia-display/the-repellant-australian-poetry-scene,3868

When it rains, it pours.

 

 

 

http://masterrussian.com/proverbs/russian_proverbs.htm

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The Rain Gauge

Some metres from the house yard

Stood a galvanized rain gauge
Collecting dust and spiders
To record on history’s page.

Some years it’s been an asset

Rain filling up the gauge
Lost the post beneath it
When over fire did rage

It’s new home a cut off pine tree

A remnant from the fire
It sat there leaning slightly
Some rain it did desire

Funnel spread toward the heavens

Housing beetles dry and hard
The boss cursed and drained it contents
Mostly insects to discard

For mostly it’s been droughty

The rain droplets very few
I suppose those frosty mornings
It’s gathered up the dew

At times it’s measured downpours

Like in Janu’ry last year
When rain poured down in torrents
The creek of gums to clear

The white ants ate that post out

The gauge toppled to the ground
“Bugger all this waiting
I’ll no longer be around!”

by Jenny McInnis

Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.

~ Erma Bombeck

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“Oh no, I never do much ironing, except the outside clothes. We must not iron out the fresh air and sunshine, you know. It is much more healthful not to, the doctors say.” Seriously, there is something very refreshing about sheets and pillow slips just fresh from the line, after being washed and dried in the sun and air. Just try them that way and see if your sleep is not sweeter. ”

― Laura Ingalls Wilder

“I’m bipolar: I like penguins and polar bears.”

 

 

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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 6 February 1926

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“There’s a Polar Bear
In our Frigidaire–
He likes it ’cause it’s cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He’s nibbling the noodles,
And munching the rice,
He’s slurping the soda,
He’s licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he’s in there–
That Polary Bear
In our Fridgitydaire.”

― Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.

Carl Sandburg

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“Once when I looked up, I happened to see a sea eagle poised on magisterial wings above the knurled summit of the mountain behind my tent. It was a scene of peerless tranquility, tossed out in Nature’s devil-may-care way, which says: Just open your eyes, my friend, and I’ll astonish you every minute of your life.”

― Lawrence Millman, Last Places: A Journey in the North

My friends, this is the essence of life.

E hoa ma, ina te ora o te tangata

http://www.maori.cl/Proverbs.htm

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We need the tonic of wildness…At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”

― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods

The Lorax: Which way does a tree fall? The Once-ler: Uh, down? The Lorax: A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.” ― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax

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TREE

I am the tree

the lean hard hungry land

the crow and eagle

sun and moon and sea

I am the sacred clay

which forms the base

the grasses vines and man

I am all things created

I am you and

you are nothing

but through me the tree

you are

and nothing comes to me

except through that one living gateway

to be free

and you are nothing yet

for all creation

earth and God and man

is nothing

until they fuse

and become a total sum of something

together fuse to consciousness of all

and every sacred part aware

alive

in true affinity

– Kevin Gilbert