Sunday, April 25, 2010

Some Deft Definition

Adolescent :
a teenager who acts like a baby when you don’t treat him like an adult.
Advertising:
the art of arresting human intelligence long enough to get money from it.
Anatomy:
something everybody has – but it looks better on a girl.
Appetizers :
little things you keep eating until you’ve lost your appetite.
Bank:
a place that will lend you money if you can prove you don’t need it.
Beach:
a place where a woman goes when she’s got nothing to wear.
Beauty :
what a woman has when she looks the same after washing her face.
Bore:
someone who talks when you want him to listen.
Bus :
a vehicle that runs faster when you’re after it than it does when you’re in it.
Careful Driver :
one who has just spotted the police speed trap.
Collision:
when two motorists go after the same pedestrian.
Congratulation :
sugar coated envy.
Conscience :
something that makes you tells your wife before somebody else does.
Cough :
something you yourself can’t help but which everyone else does to annoy you.
Courage:
the art of being the only one who knows you’re scared to death.
Credit Card:
what you use to buy what you can’t afford tomorrow while you’re still paying for it yesterday.
Critic:
someone who is quick on the flaw.
Criticism:
something you can avoid by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing.
Croquette:
a romantic female frog.
Culture :
a thin veneer easily soluble in alcohol.
Cynic:
a man who looks down on people above him. a man who regards getting engaged as a first step towards a divorce.
Dancing:
the art of pulling your feet away faster than your partner can step on them.
Diagnosis:
inside information.
Doctor :
the only man who enjoys poor health.
Dream Girl :
one who costs twice as much as you dreamed she would.
Drip:
someone you can always hear, but never turn off.
Drunk:
a person who drinks like a fish, but who would be better off if he drank only what a fish does.
Duty:
something one looks forward to without pleasure, does with reluctance, and boasts afterwards.
Egoist:
one who is always me deep in conversation.
Escalator:
stairway to the stores.

Expert :
one who takes a subject you already know and makes it sound confusing.
Fashion:
something which goes out of style as soon as everyone has one.
Feminine Instinct :
the instinct that tells a woman she is right – whether she is or not.
Genius :
someone who shoots at something that no one else can see, and hits it.
Girdle :
the difference between fact and figure.
Golf:
a long walk punctuated with disappointments.
Gossip :
something that runs down more people than cars and letting the chat out of the bag
Hollywood :
a place where a woman takes a man for better for worse but not for keeps.

Honeymoon:
the short period between ‘I do’ and you’d better’
Housework :
something a woman does but which no one notices – until she doesn’t do it.
Hypochondriac:
someone who enjoys pill health.
Impossible :
something that nobody can do it – until somebody does it.
Inflation:
a way of cutting a five-pound note in half without damaging the paper.
Influence :
something you think you have until you try to use it.
Insurance :
something that keeps you poor all your life so that you can die rich
Intermittent:
a romantic proposal when camping.
Intuition:
the amazing sense that enables a woman to contradict her husband before he even says anything.
Joint Account :
something that is never overdrawn by the wife, just under-deposit by the husband.
Jury:
twelve people who determine which side has the best lawyer.
Kiss:
the greatest substitute for an alibi.
Leadership:
the art of getting someone else to do something you want done because he wants to do it.
Lolly-pop :
a sugar daddy.
Motorist:
someone who keeps pedestrians in good running order.
Necessity:
a luxury that you bought on hire purchase.
Nudist :
someone who suffers from clothestrophobia.
Nudist Camp:
a place where men and women air their differences.
Nursery School :
a place where they teach those who hit, not to hit – and those that don’t hit, to hit back.
Perfect Man:
the one your wife could have married.
Police Helicopter :
a whirlybird that catches the worm.
Prune :
a plum that worried a lot.
Punctuality:
the art of assessing how late the other person is going to be.
Race Horse :
the only creature that can take thousands of people for a ride at the same time.
Reality :
a delusion created by an alcohol deficiency.
Riding :
the art of keeping the horse between you and the ground.
Road Map :
something that tells a motorist everything he wants to know – except how to fold it up again.
Rumba :
waving goodbye without using your hands.
Scandal:
something that has to be bad to be good.
School :
place where kids go to catch colds from each other so they can stay at home.
Sneeze :
much achoo about nothing.
Solicitor:
a man who makes sure that you get what’s coming to him.
Sore Throat:
hoarse and buggy.
Split Second:
the time between the lights changing and the driver behind you honking his horn.
Tact:
the ability to describe others as they see themselves.
Taxpayer:
the cross section of the public.
Television :
an electric device which when broken, stimulates conversation.
Towel :
one of those little things sent to dry us.
Vegetarian :
someone who is nice to meat.
Vice Versa :
poetry that is not suitable for children.
Wife:
someone who cant see a garage door at ten yards – but who can spot a blonde hair on her husband’s jacket half a mile away.
Will Power :
the ability to eat jus one salted peanut.


Saturday, April 17, 2010

The Woman Who Loves Insects


If you stand outside my gate and peer between the slats, you might see me in the shrubs, gathering up the caterpillars who disguise themselves as bird-droppings, to tuck into my kimono sleeves. I will not be the kind who makes pets of butterflies. They only leave a glitter of dust on my palm that makes me sneeze, and they climb at night inside my rice-paper lanterns, quick as I can snap my fingers, explode into a curl of bitter-smelling incense. (Even Buddha would wrinkle his nose). And if take care not to trample the garden beetles, tear the spider’s glistening veil, you may come up to my window and leave me a token ----- a snail, a locust, a cockroach. I know the dragonfly’s song, the war cries of grass-crickets, and will sing them to you through a chink in the blinds. And if my favorite caterpillar should accidentally drop from my kimono sleeve and brush past your face ----- and you do not let him break open against the pebbles, but unfold your fan in time to catch his fall --- then I will be praying mantis, who wears a mask on her wings to scare off birds. I will pull away the mantel from my face, and if you are not afraid of my fierce eyebrows, my disheveled hair, my unblackened teeth that give me a white, barbaric grin, I will feed you tender leaves, nestle and stroke you in the palm of my hand until you are plump with nectar. Kawamushi, my hairy caterpillar. My honeybee. My centipede.







Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Beautiful Things








Beautiful faces are those that you wear.
It matters little if dark or fair.
Whole-souled honesty printed there.





Beautiful eyes are those that show,
like crystal panes where heart fires glow,
beautiful thoughts that burn below.






Beautiful lips are those whose words
leap from the heart like songs of birds,
yet whose utterance prudence girds.






Beautiful hands are those that do
work that is honest and brave and true,
moment by moment the long day through.







Beautiful legs are those that go
on kindly ministries to and fro,
down lowliest ways, if God wills it so.






-Ellen P. Allerton.


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Saturday, April 10, 2010

My Friend..





My Friend when I think of you,


I think of all that we've been through.

All the times we argue and fight,

I know deep inside that it isn't right.

I, then feel bad and alot of pain.

It feels like I've fallen from the sky like the rain.

I love you dear friend with all of my heart.

But now that you're gone I've fallen apart.

I'm getting better as the days go by.

I wish sometimes this was all a big lie.

I pray to you every night.

It's like you're my fire, a burning light.

My dear friend, I miss you a lot.

I still wonder why you were put in that spot.

I know you're in a place much better than here.

Watching and helping me with all of my fear.

Our friendship my dear friend,

we will have to the end.

Friends til the end is what we will be.

Someday we'll be together,

together you and me