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My mother always said,
a "stitch in time saves nine." We did not sew, it would ravel out to the end.
My mother always said,
"a watched pot never boils." We would get busy cooking, the boiling water now washes the stove.
My mother always said, "double down" when you eat. At the table we would not eat much, come on dessert.
My mother always said,
"what a bleeding heart they are." We never saw any blood anywhere, where did the red blood all go.
My mother always said, "count sheep to go to sleep." Off to bed we would go, there were no sheep in the room to count.
Date Written: 8/12/2021
1 Place
8/30/2021 Buzzword Bingo Contest Judged: 8/30/2021
Sponsored by: John Anderson
I have trouble sleeping
I am in considerable pain
I twist and turn, twist and turn
And twist and turn again
My back feels like it's breaking
My legs both have a twitch
My stomach is uncomfortable
Now I have a stitch
A stitch in time saves nine
I've read
Somewhere back in time
I can't remember who wrote it
Perhaps they could use mine
My Husband is sleeping
Comfortable and snug
I'll get up for a cup of tea
And settle for a mug
I sit down by myself
Unsettled and forlorn
That healthy young woman
Of yesterday
Has well and truly gone
Who is that old woman
Miserable and blue
I should count my blessings
It won't take very long
At the moment I have only two
One that I am still alive
And have lived longer than some
Two, my aching limbs are not hurting
Everything is numb
I must try to stop thinking
Dwelling on my ills
I'll take my medication
And a dozen coloured pills
Even though I'm sure that
They give me a pain in the head
I'll swallow this last pill
Then go off to bed
“Work is worship," a doctrine passed through centuries,
"Rest is rebellion," a baton, drowning in miseries.
"Act without expectation," karma echoes,
"Everything returns," as destiny bestows.
"Silence is golden," a soft ebb that silhouettes the sand,
"Words can change the course of history," a tide that overwhelms the land.
"Knowledge is power," the metaphorical snollygoster—
"Ignorance is bliss," a brazen imposter.
"Aging like fine wine," a desire to aspire,
"Worn by the years," behind a graceful facade.
"A stitch in time saves nine," maxim in Grandma's script,
"Don't fix what isn't broken," Grandpa's witty quip.
Aphorisms perplexing the gyri and sulci—
Dichotomy percolates, its fulcrum sheepishly sly.
Like a dolphin decoding submerged signals,
Surveilling truths with a dunk, a leap, and a dash of giggles.
We have refused to hearken to her plea,
Our insatiable desires have spurred our spree,
We have jettisoned her cry,
We only look and sigh,
We've been taken over by our cravings,
Pushed overboard by our strivings,
We journey towards a mammoth empire,
Stifling her free course to respire,
We desire a wholesome stress-free lane,
To her detriment and bane,
She stands listless and frail,
As we go on our splurge sail,
She said it is an equal and opposite reaction,
As some have had the premonition,
We're on a lethal cruise,
We're wearing unfit shoes,
A stitch in time saves nine.
February 19, 2023.
There was a young girl on Long Bay
Her swim shorts began to show fray
Rip spread up the seam
I thought I would scream
When chubby cheeks went on display!
May 4, 2015
~1st Place~
Contest: Proverbial Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Judged: 02/26/2023
Proverb Chosen: “A Stitch in Time Saves Nine”
A Stitch In Time
~1st Place~
Contest: Dumb and Dumber Personal Quote
Sponsor: John Freeman
Judged: 06/18/2015
~3rd Place~
Contest: Traditional Limerick
Sponsor: Viv Wigler
Judged: 04/12/2018
The 'stitch in time' notion has been current in English for a
very long time and is first recorded in Thomas Fuller's
Gnomologia, Adagies and Proverbs, Wise Sentences and
Witty Sayings, Ancient and Modern,
Foreign and British, 1732
of the world war (3rd!)
I'm not the forced applicant
I don't wanna be the forced applicant
of the world war (3rd!)
no; I'm not the well-wisher
not the advance receptionist
columnist, they are political analyst
journalist, they are critics of the war
socialist, they are international relationship scientist
they can greet in advance as horror enjoyer
their provocative speech, writings, paintings
as if now decorate the war in advance (3rd!)
far away, have gone far away
the first and second world wars
the earth became the asylum of the universe
oh! pain, sorrow, melancholic days of mother
for her child have gone far away,
waiting days of a new bride for her groom
became the fire on the pyre,
the orphanage became the address of the humanism
now far away, the remembrance of the wars
I'm on the Bay of Bangle,
this sub-continental, inter-continental,
continental birds chirping
soul-stirring and I love independently
of the world war (3rd!)
I'm not the advanced writer
don't wanna be the spokesman
or blood painter
cause-
the vernal breeze here gives me warm embraces,
eyes of the butterflies still here find the flowers,
busy days of ants here teaches me-
" a stitch in time saves nine"
here on this Bay of Bangle
five times Azan of Muazzin from the holy Masjid,
the pleasing sound of the Temple bell,
air balloon in the full moon night of Buddha day,
praying of the holy Easter Sunday
teach me the unity of love and universal brotherhood
I cannot paint in my dictions
the advance blood of world war (3rd!),
I cannot speak advance in my writings
the scheme of world war (3rd!),
I'm not the fertile blind prophet Tiresias
then I'll be liable for that blood war (3rd!)
more than the bloodsucker imperialist politician,
if I write, speak, paint advance the forecast of undesired war
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
October 22,2019