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today i can tell
that winter is moving in
it's in the dancing of the tree
and the falling leaves
and i am seeing the light
close in so we get more night
kind of makes me sad
then the falling frost
and people fall for free
crashing down like that leaf from the tree
the frost makes you feel stuck down
but the summer makes you feel free.
Ramayana lines
fire arrows at my soul >
                                        palm leaves fall in milk






















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"Kamban is said to have spent every night in studying the original in Sanskrit by Valmiki, analytically, with the help of scholars, and every day in writing several thousand lines of his own poetry.  Of his task in assimilating Valmiki in the original and reinterpreting him in Tamil verse, Kamban says, 'I am verily like the cat sitting on the edge of an ocean of milk, hoping to lap it all up.'  Etched on palm leaves, Kamban's work, running to ten thousand five hundred stanzas, must have mounted into an enormous pile..."
--from R.K. Narayan's introduction
At Gare du Nord, I was all at sea,
An anglophone drop, in a French sea, oui,
"Je parle anglais" was the last straw to hold on,
*How would I navigate to place  D'italie?
From Gare du Nord, railway station, Paris, to PlaceD'italie, my destination,with only the phrase "I know English"(meaning 'Sorry no French") to communicate and seek  help, it was really  an expedition proving  the effectiveness of sign language!
i was in the bathroom today tiling
so we can fit a shower
it is then you come across other work
and this just makes you curse
how did that plaster get that so wrong
and i have  not seen it in all of the years
that makes it seem worse
and just ******* wrong
the waves ****** at my feet
as i walked along the shore
felt like i had been here before
but something has changed
we wish you were here
then it stuck me
where is the dog!
Summer has gone
and the        the leaves fall down
the sun went down
and i felt all alone
this was my time
of         no reply
and all i see
is the long broken grass
till it bruns of
in to         infinate  and looks like mars
and then there will be snow
chilling me
and still i wait for love to come.
 Aug 2012 Eileen Prunster
martin
-         imagination              -
in a boundless mind endless
-          possibilities              -
 Aug 2012 Eileen Prunster
martin
If a camel challenges you to a drinking contest just say no thank you.

I met a young camel from Tralee
Who could down fifty pints easily
He never got drunk
It went to his ****
And he never went for a wee

I won't be goin back there, 'tis a near certainty, you can be sure o' dat now.
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