K. M. Ashman
Monday, 29 April 2013
Pause for thought.
Imagine that you had won the following prize in a contest:
Each morning your bank would deposit £86,400 in your private account for your use.
However, this prize has condition - just as any game has certain rules.
The first set of rules would be: Everything that you didn't spend during each day would be taken away from you.
You may not simply transfer money into some other account. You may only spend it.
Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another £86,400 for that day.
The second set of rules: The bank can end the game without warning; at any time it can say, it's over, the game is over!
It can close the account and you will not receive a new one.
What would you do?
You would probably buy anything and everything you wanted, right?
Not only for yourself, but for all people you love, right?
Even for people you don't know, because you couldn't possibly spend it all on yourself, right?
You would try to spend every penny, and use it all, even if some of the cash was wasted - right?
ACTUALLY, this GAME is REALITY!
Each of us is in possession of such a magical bank, but we just can't seem to see it.
The MAGICAL BANK is TIME!
Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life, and when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is NOT credited to us.
What we haven't lived up that day is forever lost.
Yesterday is forever gone.
Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve your account at any time...WITHOUT WARNING.
SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds?
Aren't they worth so much more than the same amount in pounds?
Think about that, and always think of this:
Enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker than you think!
So take care of yourself, be happy, love deeply and enjoy life!
Here's wishing you a great day and may your seconds be well spent
Tuesday, 5 March 2013
Reflections
I found this poem on a friend's site and thought it was probably one of the best poems I have read. The person's name is Susan Birch and if this is an example of her work, then I am a fan for life.
Reflections
Unknowing I journeyed blind until Yeats
Drew straight into my mind a scene so evocative
I dare not breath, lest I dispel the richness,
The provocative depth and sight of those 'embroidered cloths'
To which he likened the night.
I laughed at Carroll's Jaberrwok and Snark.
Grieved as Tennyson's mood so dark questioned his God
And I faltered with him where he had firmly trod.
I wandered o'er Wordsworth's hills where his heart
Had danced with daffodils.
Keats showed me the timelessness of art
And the sweet transport of his heart as the nightingale sang.
I thrilled to the exotic tang of cinnamon upon the wind
As I stood on Masefield's quinquireme as peacocks
Strutted amongst the tamarind.
Like a dry sponge, my raging thirst drank in Byron,
Shelley, Coleridge. Their words fed my soul, filled me
With joy and agony, made me somehow whole. But why?
What compelled these poets to see their world
With such an emotive eye?
In Sonnet Eighteen, Shakespeare answered me.
'So long lives this and this gives life to thee'.
Susan Birch
Reflections
Unknowing I journeyed blind until Yeats
Drew straight into my mind a scene so evocative
I dare not breath, lest I dispel the richness,
The provocative depth and sight of those 'embroidered cloths'
To which he likened the night.
I laughed at Carroll's Jaberrwok and Snark.
Grieved as Tennyson's mood so dark questioned his God
And I faltered with him where he had firmly trod.
I wandered o'er Wordsworth's hills where his heart
Had danced with daffodils.
Keats showed me the timelessness of art
And the sweet transport of his heart as the nightingale sang.
I thrilled to the exotic tang of cinnamon upon the wind
As I stood on Masefield's quinquireme as peacocks
Strutted amongst the tamarind.
Like a dry sponge, my raging thirst drank in Byron,
Shelley, Coleridge. Their words fed my soul, filled me
With joy and agony, made me somehow whole. But why?
What compelled these poets to see their world
With such an emotive eye?
In Sonnet Eighteen, Shakespeare answered me.
'So long lives this and this gives life to thee'.
Susan Birch
Thursday, 14 February 2013
Sunday, 10 February 2013
Thursday, 10 January 2013
An Author's Invitation
Offer your trust to wonder unveiled
Replacing grey with gold
Breaching Horizons for hinted promises
And dangers un-imagined
Wondrous silence shattered by screaming heart
With fear your bed mate
And assassin’s blade a thrust away
Yet hope of redemption within yearning grasp
Embrace desire for lovers not met
Feeling gentle breezes from lands afar
And wines un-tasted yet every drop savoured
From goblets of kings
Grasp your dreams and seek the unknown
Returning once more to familiar circumstance
Enthralled, from tales of wonder
and many lives lived
Offer your trust and embrace me
For I am the creator of worlds
Monday, 24 December 2012
Merry Christmas Everyone
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