No more chatterbox monkeying around stuff. Going forward, I will be like that for a while:
Because 7 is my lucky number! October my ‘delights’ month before November and Lady, living and cherished mother, Saturday favourite
day of the weak — a confluence like no other.
Feel the joy, as Paul Laurence Dunbar did in his Merry Autumn poem:
The leaves are still quite green where I am, but that’s ok. Colour them smiling.
I am not complaining about joy and warmth on my decreed ‘Happy Day’ that falls close to Thanksgiving Day. Good morning everyone. Enjoy the day, and some great poems about October.
By Melania Daniel
Bruised and broken is learning
What life is really about;
All this longing come to nought,
All this aching discomfort
Ends in unsated yearning
Of fine youth turned stale and stout;
They whom misfortune has sought,
They moored in a stormy port
To know the grace of earning
In voices that softly shout;
The way life’s victories are fought,
The racers slowed to a trot.
For information on how to read more of my poems, please visit my writings page.
In early June former FBI director James Comey’s use of the word “Lordy” had that term trending on Twitter and lots of Lordy meme’s popping up on social media. At the time I was sure there was an old song from my girlhood with that word in the title; I had memories of singing “Oh Lordy” frequently, loudly and heartily whenever the song played on radio. Unfortunately, many Google and YouTube searches later, I could not find my “Oh Lordy” song. Until, a little brainwave made me use the only fragment of the lyrics I could remember as my search term — and what do you know, Volare had somehow become Oh Lordy to my young ears, an error that had gone uncorrected all these years.
There is a way we can leave all the shadows behind us.
“There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear. The one who fears is not perfected in love.”
Be there in morning. Singing. Good morning Sunshine.
Have a good day!