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"Good day sir, I've been travelling and looking for a place to stay,
but I heard the Overlook Hotel is dull, all work and no play?"
"Come on in there's lots of rooms, more beautiful here than Florence,
Snowcapped mountain view ya know, nice to meet you, I'm Jack Torrance.
The Overlook is great you see, built sturdy with mortar and (Ku)bricks.
Besides, the roads are all snowed in, you'd be leaving at you're own risk."
"Well thank you Jack, I guess I'll stay, it is already past eleven.
I'll just head upstairs and get unpacked, room key, 237.
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I was wondering why there seems to be bloodstains down the hall,
and why someone would think to write the word, REDRUM on my wall?"
"Oh don't mind that, it's just some kids, now go and get some grub.
And when you head back to your room don't mind the woman in the tub.
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I came to get you for the big event , I knocked to nicely ask,
but you wouldn't come answer the door, so I chopped it open with my axe."
"Mr. Torrance you had startled me, I'm sorry if I ignored you,
but you yelled, Here's Johnny, chopped a hole, and stuck your head through!
This has been a bit unorthodox, I'd like to leave here if I can,
I won't be taking any more referrals from that Mr. Halloran."
"I'm really not so bad and if you stay we can surely have some fun.
I'll show you in a moment, Come on Danny! that's my son.
It's just that all this writer's block, it puts me in a craze.
Let me make it up to you, come and play with us, in the maze....."
(Conversation with Jack Torrance of The Shining )
Come to my side and hold my hand
As we stroll through this maze called life.
I the teacher and you the student can travel side by side.
I see the whole forest
And you one tree at a time.
Come to my side and hold my hand
As we stroll through this maze called life.
I the forester and you the swimmer,
Can travel in harmony.
I see the landscape
And you the bodies of water.
Come to my side and hold my hand
As we stroll through this maze called life,
I the poet and you the mathematician.
I see the words and rhymes
And you numbers and logic.
Come to my side and hold my hand
As we stroll through this maze called life.
I the mother figure and you the child.
I can learn from you how to have fun,
And you can gain wisdom and understanding from me.
Because all work and no play reek!
In this journey of life our differences from day to day
Could infuse into a glorious harmony.
My weakness and your strength blend,
And each part is needed to make the whole.
All work and no play
Is not a way to live
All play and no work
Is all take
With not much give
Work is essential
No job no money
How would one survive
Life is not all milk and Honey
People have to strive
To be honest and Proud
Not like some
That mix with the wrong crowd
They don't want to work
To drop out they think is their due
It's too easy these days
To take that point of view
When they can get a pension from the Government
They don't have to earn their living
Not a dollar or a cent
Just wander around the City
And the country too
Getting bored and brainless
With nothing left to do
Full of self-pity, some without a home
I think this may be called
"What's in it for me" syndrome
A contagious syndrome
One that's easily spread
What is the world coming to
One that we all should dread
This state of affairs is too hard to comprehend
What will happen to us all at the end
Perhaps the wrong button will be pressed
All will be surprised
That one tiny little button
Will be the cause of our demise
STRESSED
Sometimes when things begin to close in,
I'd like to sit down and chill out,
Find someplace to just get away,
And refigure what life's all about.
Sometimes it seems life's too full of demands,
My talents are spread way too thin.
There aren't enough hours to be found found in one day,
My duties begin but don't end.
Life cannot be just all work and no play,
Our youth is gone way too soon.
Think I'll start chilln' out before it's too late,
Learn to sing me a brand new tune.
It's good to know duty and good to know fun,
And when each begins and when ends.
One must learn life is filled with both duty and fun.
Learn to organize so it all blends.
Judy Ball
If you burn the candle at both ends you run out of candle too fast.
Oh, the stress-free, carefree world of children
O' take me back to the lil kids' playpen
When we tried on mom's cosmetics and lipsticks
and built playhouses with plastic blocks and bricks
And had fun with cooking set picnics
Anything could be a toy
and our racket could annoy
We turned everything into play things
We played pretend queens and kings
We then played 'mom and dad'
Oh the squealing fun we had!
Teasing, chasing hens and kittens
climbing the grumpy neighbour's fence.
There was paper airplanes
and frisking in the rains
Paper boats too were made
and hide'n'seek was played
And when that wasn't enough
we played blind man's bluff.
We nimbly climbed the trees
hair flailing in the breeze
But our child's play naturally mimicked the grownups
Lil plastic ones instead of real porcelain cups.
Life was all play and games
in our growing mental frames.
Sand castles and kites
childish fights and frights!
And kind parents just let them frisk and play
for all work and no play makes one a dull boy
As an adult to another adult;
Does one such as an adult;
Listens to us;
If I tell you to be quiet there’s no power, no honest reply nor applying request;
And yet if you’re a child;
And I tell you “NO” you sequel, fuss maybe cry;
And yet you obey you subside;
The power of “NO” when I speak it;
Depends on the matter of speaking;
If I “NO” and you comply…
It just might save your life;
Why? “you ask How and Why;
a negative used to express dissent,
NO!
denial, or refusal, as in ...
it can’t be done I have the power within, my mind and on my tongue;
It can be done. .... all talk (and no action);
All with satisfaction;
I have power overall;
all work and no play; by no means;
I have all power when I say so;
close but no cigar, all power I have when I say…
“NO”
11/21/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019
Written for class November 19, 2019 assignment (WIPS)
North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
As the day broke,
the sun shone bright,
surely, whoever was in charge of sunlight
was working overtime.
The morning found us at work,
our hands moving from propagules
to seedlings,
from preparation to planting,
each mangrove finding its place
in the soil that would one day hold a forest.
Dick, Tom and Harry were all excited,
not merely planting trees,
but restoring a forest
one seedling at a time.
With every propagule we prepared,
and every seedling we planted,
the island taught us something,
that mangroves were more than trees,
that their roots held more than soil,
and that their silence spoke
for an environment worth protecting.
But as the days folded into one another,
the work we had come for
slowly approached its end.
And as the old saying goes,
all work and no play
makes Jack a dull boy.
So when the afternoon sun softened,
we traded our tools for the sea.
We swam,
played along the beach,
laughed until the day's labour
felt like a distant memory.
Then came Pastor Kagoto,
our local captain,
whose boat seemed to carry
more than passengers.
Some of us would quietly follow,
one by one,
as though joining a secret expedition.
But this was no ordinary voyage.
The boat became our stage,
folk songs filling the air,
poems crossing the waves,
and sudden stops along the channel
turning strangers into dancers.
And somewhere between the songs
and the laughter,
Pastor Kagoto would introduce
some of his new friends
to the local brewery,
where freshly harvested mnazi
waited to tell its own story.
By day,
we restored the island.
By afternoon,
the island restored us.
And somewhere between
the mangroves, the music,
the saltwater and the laughter,
we began to realise-
our time on the island
was running out.
Driving in my new luxury car
Richer then a movie star
All the lights shine on me
I'm beautiful with too much money
Strutting to be viewed
Living big on Dream Avenue
Ladies adore my smile
Babes I drive them wild
Guys all envy me
That's how life has to be
Dancing like a fool
Looking way to cool
Making the paparazzi drool
Splashing in my Olympic pool
I am everything new
Dreaming in Dream Avenue
Partying is understood
All my time is good
Celebrities gossip about me
I tie up everyone's technology
How can my alarm be so rude
Waking me up from Dream Avenue
I shave and drink coffee
Rush to work so I can be
Just another busy bee
All work and no play
Looking forward to any holiday
Into the grudge I fade
Life is sorrowfully blue
Daydreaming is all I knew
Wishes are never true
As the dreams of Dream Avenue
Most days they never stopped, but we always felt the vibration On the GROUND. I was never bothered by the noise from their engines
Nor their horn SOUND. But every winter, a train would switch tracts and Stop in our little TOWN. They stopped to unload coal to keep us warm Through the WINTERS. I tell you, that coal was a God send
Designed to burn in our HEATERS.
For us kids, I must SAY, those trains were not all work and no PLAY.
Several decades ago, there was a football field of SPACE
Separating that trainline from my birth PLACE.
We spent hours and hours walking its TRACKS.
Along its embankment was a blackberry PATCH.
We played, worked, ate, and slept at the sound of TRAINS.
Between the switching tracks, we played our ball GAMES.
We played balancing games on the railroad tracks for FUN.
We kept watch for the trains, and when they blew, we would RUN.
It's funny how sometimes life seems determined to give us that
Childhood FEEL. Time has no seal, and it's amazing what the passage Of trains and time REVEAL. It occurred to me several days ago that The space of a football FIELD currently separates our home from
The tracks of a very busy train LINE. Most things in life CHANGE. A few REMAIN the SAME with the passage of TIME.
101021PSCtest, Railroads, A Historical Glance, BJ Legros Kelly.3P
We grew up with aphorisms--
Pithy, witty observations;
Some may only be sophisms
That were passed through generations.
Old but not anachronisms,
They’re still true in many nations.
They have kept their witticisms
And established strong foundations.
As I’m fond of verbalisms,
I have made some alterations,
I call them malaphorisms,
Please take them without vexations:
1. A bird in the hand is worth … the same in the other hand.
2. Birds of the same feather … belong to the same species.
3. Do not put off for tomorrow what you can … put off for the day after tomorrow.
4. Two heads are better than … none.
5. If there’s a will, there’s a … future tense.
6. Tell me who your friends are, and I will tell …. them who you are.
7. A tree is known by its fruit … unless you don’t know the fruit, either.
8. The grass is always greener on the other side … where the dog’s pee doesn’t reach.
9. A picture is worth a thousand … dollars, or, it depends on the artist.
10. Better late than … later.
11. All work and no play makes Jack …, or anyone, exhausted.
12. Fools rush in where … there is no need to rush.
13. If others can, … let them do it.
14. One man’s meat is … not enough for two.
15. Time and tide … start with t- and end with -e.
November 6, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines