Night of the Living Dead
31 Monday Oct 2022
Posted Cinema
in31 Monday Oct 2022
Posted Cinema
in30 Sunday Oct 2022
Posted Cinema
in29 Saturday Oct 2022
Posted Poetry
in28 Friday Oct 2022
Posted Cinema
in27 Thursday Oct 2022
Posted Poetry
inSylvia, sweet as morning air,
Do not drive me to despair:
Long have I sighed in vain,
Now I am come again,
Will you be mine or no, no-a-no, –
Will you be mine or no?
Simon pray leave off your suit,
For of your courting you’ll reap no fruit,
I would rather give a crown
Than be married to a clown;
Go for a booby, go, no-a-no, –
Go, for a booby, go.
26 Wednesday Oct 2022
Posted Poetry
in25 Tuesday Oct 2022
Posted Poetry
inCan you make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Without any seam or needlework?
And you shall be a true lover of mine.
Can you wash it in yonder well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Where never sprung water, nor rain ever fell?
And you shall be a true lover of mine.
Can you dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born?
And you shall be a true lover of mine.
Now you have ask’d me questions three,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
I hope you’ll answer as many for me,
And you shall be a true lover of mine.
Can you find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Between the salt water and the sea sand?
And you shall be a true lover of mine.
Can you plough it with a ram’s horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And sow it all over with one pepper-corn?
And you shall be a true lover of mine.
Can you reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
And bind it up with a peacock’s feather?
And you shall be a true lover of mine.
When you have done and finish’d your work,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;
Then come to me for your cambric shirt,
And you shall be a true lover of mine.
24 Monday Oct 2022
Posted Poetry
in“Madam, I am come to court you,
If your favour I can gain.”
“Ah, Ah!” said she, “you are a bold fellow,
If I e’er see your face again!”
“Madam, I have rings and diamonds,
Madam, I have houses and land,
Madam, I have a world of treasure,
All shall be at your command.”
“I care not for rings and diamonds,
I care not for houses and lands,
I care not for a world of treasure,
So that I have but a handsome man.”
“Madam, you think much of beauty,
Beauty hasteneth to decay,
For the fairest of flowers that grow in summer
Will decay and fade away.”
23 Sunday Oct 2022
Posted Poetry
inJack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean;
And so, betwixt them both, you see,
They lick’d the platter clean.
22 Saturday Oct 2022
Posted Poetry
inHere’s to the world, the merry old world,
To its days both bright and blue;
Here’s to our future, be it what it may,
And here’s to my best – that’s you!