Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Poetry and Humour.

Hello everyone I am a little busy with work at the moment, therefore, I have decided to post a couple of my favourite poems The first is a well loved Australian Poem, the second by an English poet.

The Women Of The West.


They left the vine-wreathed cottage and the mansion on the hill,
The houses in the busy streets where life was never still,
The pleasures of the city, and the friends they cherished best;
For love they faced the wilderness—the Women of the West.

The roar, the rush, and fever of the city dies away,
And the old time joys and faces- they were gone for many a day;
In their place the lurching coach-wheel, or the creaking bullock-chains,
O’er the everlasting sameness of the never-ending plains.

In the slab-built, zinc roofed homestead of some lately taken run,
In the tent beside the bankment of a railway just begun,
In the huts on new selections, in the camps of man’s unrest,
On the frontiers of the Nation, live the Women of the West.

The red sun robs their beauty and, in weariness and pain,
The slow years steal the nameless grace that never comes again;
And there are hours men cannot soothe, and words men cannot say-
The nearest woman’s face may be a hundred miles away.

The wild bush holds their secrets of their longing and desires,
When the white stars in reverence light their holy altar fires,
And silence like the touch of God, sinks deep into the breast-
Perchance he hears and understands the women of the West.

For them no trumpet sounds the call, no poet plies his arts,
They only hear the beating of their gallant, loving hearts.
But they have sung with silent lives the song all songs above-
The holiness of sacrifice, the dignity of love.



Well have we held our father’s creed. No call has passed us by,
We faced and fought the wilderness, we sent our sons to die.
And we have hearts to do and dare, and yet o’er all the rest,
The hearts that made the Nation were the Women of the West.


George Essex Evans


Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide,
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

John Masefield 1879


Why I fired my Secretary

LAST WEEK WAS MY BIRTHDAY AND I DIDN'T FEEL VERY WELL WAKING UP THAT

MORNING. I WENT DOWNSTAIRS FOR BREAKFAST HOPING MY WIFE WOULD BE

PLEASANT AND SAY, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!", AND POSSIBLY HAVE A PRESENT FOR ME.

AS IT TURNED OUT, SHE BARELY SAID GOOD MORNING, LET ALONE "HAPPY

BIRTHDAY."

I THOUGHT... WELL, THAT'S MARRIAGE FOR YOU, BUT THE KIDS WILL REMEMBER.

MY KIDS CAME INTO BREAKFAST AND DIDN'T SAY A WORD.

SO WHEN I LEFT FOR THE OFFICE, I WAS FEELING PRETTY LOW AND SOMEWHAT

DESPONDENT. AS I WALKED INTO MY OFFICE, MY SECRETARY JANE SAID, "GOOD

MORNING, BOSS, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" IT FELT A LITTLE BETTER THAT AT LEAST

SOMEONE HAD REMEMBERED.

I WORKED UNTIL ONE O'CLOCK AND THEN JANE KNOCKED ON MY DOOR AND SAID,

"YOU KNOW, IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL DAY OUTSIDE, AND IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY,

LET'S GO OUT TO LUNCH, JUST YOU AND ME." I SAID, "THANKS JANE, THAT'S

THE GREATEST THING I'VE HEARD ALL DAY. LET'S GO!"

WE WENT TO LUNCH. BUT WE DIDN'T GO WHERE WE NORMALLY WOULD GO. WE DINED

INSTEAD AT A LITTLE PLACE WITH A PRIVATE TABLE. WE HAD TWO MARTINIS EACH

AND I ENJOYED THE MEAL TREMENDOUSLY.

ON THE WAY BACK TO THE OFFICE, JANE SAID, "YOU KNOW, IT'S SUCH A

BEAUTIFUL DAY... WE DON'T NEED TO GO BACK TO THE OFFICE, DO WE?" I

RESPONDED, "I GUESS NOT. WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN MIND?" SHE SAID, "LET'S GO

TO MY APARTMENT."

AFTER ARRIVING AT HER APARTMENT JANE TURNED TO ME AND SAID, "BOSS, IF

YOU DON'T MIND, I'M GOING TO STEP INTO THE BEDROOM FOR A MOMENT. I'LL BE

RIGHT BACK."

"OK." I NERVOUSLY REPLIED.

SHE WENT INTO THE BEDROOM AND, AFTER A COUPLE OF MINUTES, SHE CAME OUT

CARRYING A HUGE BIRTHDAY CAKE... FOLLOWED BY MY WIFE, KIDS, AND DOZENS

OF MY FRIENDS AND CO-WORKERS, ALL SINGING "HAPPY BIRTHDAY".


AND I JUST SAT THERE....

ON THE COUCH.............

NAKED

19 comments:

Peter said...

A couple of good poems there Margaret.

Merle said...

Hi Margaret ~~ Enjoyed the poems and joke. I learnt Sea Fever as school as I had an English teacher who was from England, she was great. Thanks for your comments on my site glad you enjoy. I keep menaing to ask where did you live in Victoria Margaret?
Don't work too hard. Love, Merle.

Lee said...

I love that joke....I let out a loud laugh...I can just picture the silly bugger sitting there! lol

Enjoyed the poems, too. Thanks.

Leann said...

O yes aint it the way it goes.you get to thinking and soon your in over your neck and wondering how you got there.guess its called sinking thinking.have a good day and loved the poems.

Tammy said...

both poems were very beautiful and spoke to my soul and the joke was lmbo funny!!
Have a great evening!!
:-D

Jim said...

I was just getting to be glad you had kept your clothes on and then I saw that last word.
Is there an end to this story? Not good I'm sure, they ALL were very mean to you.
..
I do know your 'I' is not really 'you.'
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Jeanette said...

Dear Margaret
A very Happy New Year to you
Nice poems, had a giggle at the joke.Take Care Janxxxx

PEA said...

Hello Margaret:-) Loved reading those two poems..so very beautiful! As for the joke, omigosh! LOL Not a situation I would be wanting to find myself in! hehe Have a wonderful weekend!! xox

Tan Lucy Pez said...

Two beautiful poems, then suddenly a very funny joke. Good post.

Britmum said...

Margaret I especially loved the last poem. How funny...!!!!

Thank you for commenting on my blog and for the Birthday wishes.

I tried to comment on your blog about your son but my comment wouldn't post. I don't know why. I just wanted you to know that I was thinking about you lots and sending you hugs.

Take care xx

P.S. your music on your blog is always very moving.

JunieRose said...

Margaret,

I loved reading the poems very much!

;) and the joke was really funny!

June

Gattina said...

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Still not interested in "CATS ON TUESDAY" ? See the rules

Merle said...

Hi Margaret ~~ Thank you for your visit and your kind words on our loss
So you are from Daylesford - that's a very pretty area as far as I know.
Popular with tourists. So many ex
Victorians leave and go to Q'LD. Not
me, the humidity is too much up there
Take care Margaret, Love and thanks, Merle.

Meow said...

Hi Margaret, great post ... loved the poems, but laughed so much at the joke !!!
Hope 2007 is treating you well so far.
Take care, Meow

HORIZON said...

Really laughed at the joke- very good Margaret! Still smiling and will have to read it to my husband.
Sea Fever is one of my favourite poems but also liked the first.
Sea Fever just reads like the undulating of the water- l love it.
Bests x

DellaB said...

funny joke, thanks Margaret - reminds me I must dig out my 'baked beans' joke.

Sea Fever, I'm with Merle on this one - I can remember doing this poem as an item for the local schools eisteddford - with much waving about of the arms...

Britmum said...

Just popping in to check that you are o.k.....

I hope you are my friend.

Take care xx

Granny said...

I grew up knowing Sea Fever and the other poem could have been written about my country.

Loved the joke.

Jim said...

Hi Margaret -- We are missing you, I am missing you. I hope that virus isn't getting you down.
If you lived closer I would bring you some chicken soup.
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