Category Archives: PERSONALITY

A sparrow is a little bird yet it has liver and gall all complete. Chinese.

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I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder for a moment, while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance that I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn.

Henry David Thoreau

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Every family has at least one black sheep.

The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. - 1866 - 1939), Saturday 5 May 1923,

The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), Saturday 5 May 1923,

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An Australian poem.

The sun was hot already – it was only 8 o’clock
The cocky took off in his Ute, to go and check his stock.
He drove around the paddocks checking wethers, ewes and lambs,
The float valves in the water troughs, the windmills on the dams.

He stopped and turned a windmill on to fill a water tank
And saw a ewe down in the dam, a few yards from the bank.
“Typical bloody sheep,” he thought, “they’ve got no common sense,
“They won’t go through a gateway but they’ll jump a bloody fence.”

The ewe was stuck down in the mud, he knew without a doubt
She’d stay there ’til she carked it if he didn’t get her out.
But when he reached the water’s edge, the startled ewe broke free
And in her haste to get away, began a swimming spree.

He reckoned once her fleece was wet, the weight would drag her down
If he didn’t rescue her, the stupid sod would drown.
Her style was unimpressive, her survival chances slim
He saw no other option, he would have to take a swim.

He peeled his shirt and singlet off, his trousers, boots and socks
And as he couldn’t stand wet clothes, he also shed his jocks.
He jumped into the water and away that cocky swam
He caught up with her, somewhere near the middle of the dam.

The ewe was quite evasive, she kept giving him the slip
He tried to grab her sodden fleece but couldn’t get a grip.
At last he got her to the bank and stopped to catch his breath
She showed him little gratitude for saving her from death.

She took off like a Bondi tram around the other side
He swore next time he caught that ewe he’d hang her bloody hide.
Then round and round the dam they ran, although he felt quite puffed
He still thought he could run her down, she must be nearly stuffed.

The local stock rep came along, to pay a call that day.
He knew this bloke was on his own, his wife had gone away
He didn’t really think he’d get fresh scones for morning tea
But nor was he prepared for what he was about to see.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what came into view
For running down the catchment came this frantic-looking ewe.
And on her heels in hot pursuit and wearing not a stitch
The farmer yelling wildly “Come back here, you lousy bitch!”

The stock rep didn’t hang around, he took off in his car
The cocky’s reputation has been damaged near and far
So bear in mind the Work Safe rule when next you check your flocks
Spot the hazard, assess the risk, and always wear your jocks!

 

Better a handful of dry dates and content therewith than to own the gate of Peacocks and be kicked in the eye by a broody camel.

 

 

http://bijlmakers.com/agriculture/fruits-proverbs-and-quotes/Fotor013117433

 

When far across the desert
Shines the first hint of light,
And scarce the sun has banished one
Clear star away from night;
With bales and packs and boxes
Lashed on securely, then,
The lengthy trains of camels
Prepare to start again.

Camels poem by Rex Ingamells

http://www.instituteofaustralianculture.com/camel

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Sunday 1Times (Perth, WA - 1902 - 1954), Sunday 7 May 1933, Sunday Times (Perth, WA - 1902 - 1954), Sunday 7 May 1933,2

 

Sunday Times (Perth, WA : 1902 – 1954), Sunday 7 May 1933,

History is a string full of knots, the best you can do is admire it, and maybe tie it up a bit more. History is a hammock for swinging and a game for playing – Jeannette Winterson

 

Huon Times (Franklin, Tas. : 1910 – 1933), Friday 3 June 1921,

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Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

BY JAMES WRIGHT

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life

May every old fairy, from Cork to Dunleary,  Dip him snug and airy in river or lake,  Where the eel and the trout may feed on the snout  Of the monster that murdered Neill Falheerty’s drake

http://www.niagaraceltic.com/rc_curses.html

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Airy, Fairy Lilian,
Flitting, fairy Lilian,
When I ask her if she love me,
Claps her tiny hands above me,
Laughing all she can;
She ‘ll not tell me if she love me,
Cruel little Lilian.

II
When my passion seeks
Pleasance in love-sighs,
She, looking thro’ and thro’ me
Thoroughly to undo me,
Smiling, never speaks:
So innocent-arch, so cunning-simple,
From beneath her gathered wimple
Glancing with black-bearded eyes,
Till the lightning laughters dimple
The baby-roses in her cheeks;
Then away she flies.

III
Prythee weep, May Lilian!
Gaiety without eclipse
Whearieth me,
May Lilian;
Thro’ my every heart it thrilleth
When from crimson-threaded lips
Silver-treble laughter trilleth:
Prythee weep,
May Lilian!

IV
Praying all I can,
If prayers will not hush thee, Airy Lilian,
Like a rose-leaf I will crush thee, Fairy Lilian.
Lord Tennyson

Two natures beat within my breast. The one is cursed, the other is blessed. The one I love, the other I hate. The one I feed will dominate. – unknown U.S. Marine

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I think that if you have a horse, pegasus, qilin, or unicorn, you should sit on it! You should stroke its hair, whisper in its ear, be one with it! And you shouldn’t feel sorry if other people don’t have one.”

― C. JoyBell C.

As the air to a bird of the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19361

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I’ve just killed a mulloway –
it’s eighty five pounds, twenty years old –
the huge mauve-silver body trembles in the hull.

(Adamson 2001)

http://eprints.usq.edu.au/8640/1/Fenton-Keane_BkCh_SV.pdf

Through the creation of personal media Internet users form ‘just-in-time-just-like-me support groups’ that expand and further their personal networks.”

~ Lee Rainie

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“The most successful social media experiments—whether spearheaded by one person, a group of individuals, a company, or an institution—invite you in, treat you as a friend, and make you feel at home. Look around, they say, and tell us how we can make things better; get to know us. Get involved and tell us what you think.”

~ Melinda Blau

http://www.sayitbetter.com/quotes/

Just a puppet on a lonely string. Oh who would ever want to be king? Coldplay

 

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“Mom,” said Peter, “nobody thinks you’re a lackwit, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Lackwit? In what musty drawer of some dead English professor’s dust-covered desk did you find that word? I assure you that never in my worst nightmares did I ever suppose that I was a lackwit.”

― Orson Scott Card, Shadow Puppets

Each of us is something of a schizophrenic personality, tragically divided against ourselves.

~Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength to Love, 1963

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“There’s such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.”

― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel.

Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers, 1827

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“Just remember that sometimes the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.”
― John Green

You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.”

― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
T. S. Eliot