Hold thy hope, happy scene shall come,
To parched and keen, ocean shall come.
Rest nor relax O wayfarer,
Thy dream with joy within shall come.
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Epigram | 09.08.2025 | dream, hope, patience, traveler
Note: Inspired from the original Urdu:
Rakh hauñslaa, voh mañzar bhi ayegaa,
Pyaase ke paas chalkar samañdar bhi ayegaa,
Thak kar na baith O mañzil ke musaaphir,
Mañzil bhi ayegi aur milne kaa mazaa bhi ayegaa.
Pak Piglet slowly sidled up to Pooh
To whisper: just I’m making sure of you,
He took his friend’s front paw
In hand with glee and awe--
A selfish friendship Pooh will one day rue.
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Happenings |33.07.2025| friendship
Note: In Sanskrit there is a term for selfish friendship: badarayana sambandha. Pakistan thanked Trump for ending their conflict with India that badly mauled them. Trump did next to nothing though. Grateful, Pak assured him to nominate for Nobel peace prize and offered his family a lucrative deal in crypto currency. Trump Invited Pak army chief to White House for dinner and praised the country profusely. The two scratching each other’s back, as a children’s tale goes: aho roopam aho dhvanim!
- Credit (Pooh and Piglet theme): AA Milne, The House at Pooh Corner.
She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.”
—A. A. Milne
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E specially with meringue
L uxurious curd of citrusy yellow
L ight hue that exudes energy
O stentatious and tempting dessert
W insome jaunty, yellowy, crusty delight
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"She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow
head, and whispered to her neighbor, Winter is dead. "
Quote _A.A. Milne
Waiting for the Aspens to put on their emerald gowns,
oh, I have been busy preparing my garden space;
so ready to say farewell to all the faded browns,
ready to plant seeds and to Spring totally embrace !
My sweet window boxes are full of earth just waiting,
hanging baskets are dangling in anticipation;
waiting to create my Spring garden is frustrating,
but, soon I will be the envy- for with my creation !
I will have herbs and Sunflowers and Nasturtium in one box,
and boxes with nectar wildflowers for butters' and bees;
I will have purple, yellow and pink blooms and Phlox
and baskets will be cascading jewels in the breeze !
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April 26, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Getting Ready For Spring
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1451-105-26
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Spring Rhyme 8-12 Lines
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 05/14/2022
First Place
Christopher Robin a friend from long ago,
His author A.A. . Milne.
His friends Winnie-the-Pooh, and Tiger
Delightful and kind.
He was seen with his friends,
Champion of storybooks.
Real folklore hero,
Beloved storybook friend,,
Colorful character ,
Visiting his companions from the acre wood.
Beloved and read by society,
What miracle this time passage.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
arctic giveaway
the shelf has been cleared~
sold or not
*The Milne Ice Shelf, Canada’s last intact ice shelf,
has collapsed.
If there ever comes a day when we can't be together,
keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever. - A.A. Milne
On the outskirts of dad’s hometown, wild blueberries grow
and bishop’s lace adorns highways like fine thread
stitched on an old coat. Here, I wander barefoot through
grief on paths shaded by pine trees. Memories flow from heart
to pen.
these berry-sweetened memories
trod a path through my moonless skies –
summer breaks in morning light
Written 6/1/20 for Line Gauthier’s
Rhyme and Reasons Contest
A-uthor
L-ets
A-crostic
N-ote
A-bout
L-ife
E-xpress
X factor
A-s
N-atal
D-edication
E-mploys
R-ighteous
M-essage
I-n
L-itterateur's
N-ame
E-xcellently
Topic: Birthday of poet Alan Alexander Milne (January 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Mujhe rehne do sapno me
Ki jeevan jeene se darr lagta he
Mujhe rehne do sannaton me
Ayurbal ke shor se darr lagta he
Bahut saare padav abhi baaki he
Par path chalne se darr lagta he
Abhi Kayi log milne baaki he
Par pehle walo se darr lagta he
Ve paraye aaj apno se lagte he
Lekin apno ki yaari se darr lagta he
Naye logo ko aaj na jaane Kyu
Dost kehne me darr lagta he
Jeevan ki ekantata tod , Bheed
ka hissa banne se darr lagta he
Bina kisi ka haath Thame Ab to
age badne se bhi darr lagta he
Kuch log mere liye bhi Jeete he
Unka soch marne se darr lagta he
marne ki kabhi sochta hu to
Maa papa ke ansu se darr lagta he
(Parth)
Dosto se bichadne ka gum jaante he hum
Unse milne ki tadap ko mante he hum
Dosti nibhayi he sacche dil se humne
Tabhi to,
Sekdo ki bheeed me unki dhadkan pehchaante he hum
(Parth)
Ghum-e-aarzoo dil se, kabhi to rukhsat hogi
Kabhi to sahar hoga, shab-e-intezaar guzaregi |
Palkon me jiske, simat ti ho ghataein
Saawan pe bhi uska hi, ikhtiyaar hoga |
Kab tak rahe viraan, dil-e-anjuman aakhir
Kabhi to bahar chupke se, is or bhi badhegi ||
Guzarte waqt ke saye, kuch bechainiyan hongi
Betaab dhadkano ko, mera intezaar hoga |
Kab tak khafaa rahegi, wo shokh nazar aakhir
Kabhi to dast-e-dil se, shabaa pyar ki uthegi ||
Is umeed par chale, har sham meri sansein
Kal ke ujale shaayad, milne ki ghadi hogi |
Andhere me ghira main, sochta hoon ye har waqt
Hogi raat ye badi, ya meri umra badi hogi ||
Nikal k dil ko sine se, rakh du Teri kadmo me,
Dar h k tu ise kahi kuchal na de,
Khwahise mohabbat to tere dil me b h,
Dar h k tu ise kahi badal na de.
Majboor h mera dil apni aadto se,
Tujhe dekh har baar fishalta h,
Tu dur rah meri nazro se,
zra iss dil ko to sambhalne de.
Ishqe izaazat dil ko hamne naa di,
ye to teri adaaon ka maara h,
Tere pyar me mere bahke kadam,
Aur mera dil bechara h,
Sambhal leta iss dil ko,
phr socha thora tere pyar me ise jalne de.
Nazro ne dekha aur ho gai mujhse pyar ki khata,
Zra in nazro ko inke khata ki sza to Milne de.
Dil ka kya kasoor tha jb tumse nazre mili,
Dil toota kai baar, jb szaae mohabbat mili,
Rok leta dil ko apne,
phr socha zraa mohabbat me iss dil ko pighalne de.
Nikal k dil ko sine se, rakh du Teri kadmo me,
Dar h k tu ise kahi kuchal na de.
Alan Alexander Milne wrote books
about his son, Christopher Robin, and his toys.
There was a tiger, a piglet,
a kangaroo and her joey, a donkey,
and a bear, Winnie the Pooh.
Christopher Robin named his bear
after a black bear at London zoo.
The original Winnie was bought
from a hunter in Canada;
she became a regiment’s mascot
in World War One, and was donated
to the zoo after the war.
Later drawn with a short red sweater,
revealing his rotund tummy,
Winnie the Pooh became a household name.
Jack Horne for PD's Dare contest
The New Guinea native fought the Japanese in 1942.
Good on you Fuzzy Wuzzie
Kokoda Gubba Gubba....
In the hills of great Kokoda, on the swamps of Milne bay.
Tramped a weary native strangler whose tribe are gone today.
Him bilong to Gubba Gubba, him would make em dead today
Jappa had eaten dem him woman
him would Jappa make im pay.
Breathing curses, muttered softly,
caught the shanks of one today,
But it not Jappa Jappa, so he let him get away.
He a carrier for the army, bring the dog biscuit tin.
Some tucker for the soldier, him bloody plurry thin.
So he sidestep when he get there, Jappa not far away
So he crawl through the jungle, to a Jappa pit today
Swing Jappa by the one foot, bang him head on tree,
Him laugh no sound, him better dead den me.
Kumusi was in flood, Jappa drowning haha see
Aussies shoot and kill with thunder, Jappa dead,
A hehehe.
Don Johnson
THANK YOU PETER CLARK FOR YOUR INPUT ON THIS
VERSE......Peter worked in New Guinea for many years
for Burns Philip and knows the ways of the native peoples!
http://www.scullywag.com/kokoda1942
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