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Maybe. .. we were supposed to meet the
wrong people before meeting the right
one so that, when we finally meet the
right person, we will know how to be
grateful for that gift.
Unknown.
The Poet Within
Like an artist with a canvas, which is brilliantly white,
So the poet faces anguish in the middle of the night,
Seeking for the words she can delicately add,
Making sure they rhyme, as they are scribbled on a pad.
Each and every thought she will meticulously form,
Like an actor on the stage, she will in time perform,
Exposing all her feelings, the blood, the sweat, the tears,
Delicate vocabulary she's gained throughout the years.
Slowly she will pen, 'til arrival of the dawn,
On every life experience she will in time have drawn,
Opening her soul for a world of sweet critique,
A kindly word of favour is all that she shall seek.
She writes from somewhere deep, very deep within her heart,
She might not have an ending, let alone a start,
Sometimes the hours will pass and afford her not a word,
All her inspiration falters, all her cries for help unheard.
For words will come so slowly, and then gather their momentum,
one or two at first, then eventually per centum,
And she tries to write them down, before they vanish in the air,
As the poem culminates with a flourish and a flair.
In all of us, inside, lurks the poet there within,
We have a masterpiece of poetry, just waiting to begin,
We have words as yet unspoken, waiting for the time,
We can add them all to paper, and formulate our rhyme.
So when you cannot sleep in the middle of the night,
Maybe then's the time to take up a pen and write?
For inside each persons soul, is a poem to describe,
And we all have deep inside us, the makings of a Scribe.
Copyright ©2005 Sally Y Hemingway
A Woman Is
And there are “passengers from hell”, says travel company TripAdvisor, which has compiled a Top 10 or, better still, Bottom 10.
The Space Invader: The arm-rest hog whose arms, knees and legs invade your personal space.
The Nervous Wreck: Whimpers over every sound and shudder, white-knuckling it all the way.
Chatterboxes: From their divorce to their dental work, they're the tell-all talkers - and you're their captive.
The Bio-Hazard: Sneezing, sniffling and sweating, this guy should wear a HAZMAT sticker on his lapel.
Carry-All: She's filled the entire overhead locker luggage compartment, and the space in front of YOUR seat, with all her stuff.
The Smelly Food Snacker: Kimshi (a strong-smelling Korean dish) is delicious. So are egg-salad and garlic. But 40cm from your face?
The Entertainment Director: He's blasting his tunes or watching car-chase movies on his laptop, and you can't change the channel.
The Self-Entitled: Treats the flight attendants as personal servants, with a trigger-finger on the call-button.
The Seat Swapper: They troll the cabin trying to "trade up" or give you their best puppy eyes and plead: "Can you let us sit together?"
The Oblivious Parent: The kids behind you kick your seat all flight.
Their parents don't care.
My brother Steve has sailed transatlantic several times ( 4 in total). This is him on one such trip.
Sal
