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“Over the past year I’ve learned

Some ends don’t have endings.

Some empty space will never be filled.

Sometimes your hands intertwine perfectly,

But your minds just don’t.”

Emma-Lidewij (selected from Chaos & Catastrophe ©)

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In 1877, when French actress Sarah Bernhardt (1844-1923), triumphed as Doña Sol, Victor Hugo presented her with a human skull. On it, he inscribed the words:

Squelette, qu’as tu fait de l’âme?..

Google translated it thus. To these I have this added in italics:

Skeleton, what have you done with your soul?
Lamp, what have you done with your flame?
Empty cage, what have you done with
The beautiful bird that used to sing?
Volcano, what have you done with your lava?
Slave, what have you done with your master?

Skeleton where have you spirited/

What desires your senses sported?/

Or nights of revels /

Bacchanals your flesh craved/

But never sated?/

 Poor skeleton, need no answer

I shall come to thy level

And shall make my own sum.’

Benny

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My grandchild has released her second book of verses;

You and I,

we get along

like fire and rain,

but it is bliss

anyway.

Emma-Lidewij

The title of her book: Chaos &Catastrophe

“In your hands you hold a story of the chaos in my heart told in about six parts, dedicated to six girls who shine a light in my life….”

  • Paperback: 230 pages
  • Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (April 2, 2018)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1984931105
  • ISBN-13: 978-1984931108
  • Product Dimensions: 5 x 0.6 x 8 inches

 

 

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Little Lamb, I fancy
A rack o’ lamb come easy
If I had my way with you.
Little Lamb I’ll tell thee,
 Little Lamb I’ll tell thee
You are on today’s menu.
‘A little lamb  you provide,’
Says my chef,  ‘on my side
carré d’agneau is sure thing:
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o’er the mead;
Fail me now you shall howl,’
I dread him and his blackest scowl.
Little Lamb I’ll tell thee,
 Little Lamb I’ll tell thee!
We have herbs and fresh garlic
You shall in slop of grease frolic
Think how we shall chomp and gnaw-
Ah you already drool, Enough for now.
Softest clothing wooly bright,
Making vales resound with bleat
Little lamb, you I will carry
The rest as I said is easy.
Benny

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Never can I a pioneer be

For no reason than my nose was there

First;

I smell a rat and I cat-foot

Ever so lightly

But my nose twitch and sneeze

And give the game away.

I peek when door is ajar,-

It must be bailiff, my bugbear

And where the coast is clear,

Sail I past his surely reach;

But what good is a door ajar

That closes with my nose in between?

Benny

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It’s Dog’s Life ©

Not that I travell’d in my flesh and blood
And hobbled along lanes for holy grail
long asleep beneath cobwebs spun of old,-
When Charlemagne girt with sword sat enthron’d
While knights in armor set out for honor,-
Saracens fell left and right, and at cut price,
Silver or solder, junk all thrown pellmell
In some Turk’s jumble sale dispersed.
Yet my quest was in some curious twist
A tale- and it mov’d my frame entire:
I found a dachshund long, and cuddly to boot
And a pug ugly, dash it, with a short snout.
One it had to be, and chose I, my dachshund.
Benny
Original
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men
Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

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This is a poem written by my grand daughter

“You are a force of nature,
a child of the universe”
But so are natural disasters
and I can safely say
that I am more of an earthquake
than a light summer rain.

Emma-Lidwij

You can follow her poems on Instagram.
under her name: emmalidewij.

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