Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Dodie's Dream World : Blog

Dodie's Dream World : Blog: "DODIES DREAM WORLD. ALL TRUE TALES
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CONNIE

Connie had lived next door for as long as I could remember. She had faded yellow lace curtains on her windows and inside her hall and living room, the wallpaper was stuck to the damp walls with drawing pins.
She did her washing every Thursday with a dolly-tub and mangle. Her back-yard was over grown with weeds and stank of cats wee.

When she was a young girl of eighteen she had fallen in love with a sparkle eyed sailor who had his way with her and then sailed away to China.
For a while he had written , and she kept his faded letters pressed between two sheets in a bottom drawer upstairs.

One day the Council decided her house was too damp and unfit for human habitation, so they moved Connie into a brand new Old Peoples Residential Estate somewhere off Lodge Lane, with an intercom on every door and a security guard on patrol at night, all Very nice!
But Connie didn't like it much. She always came back to Aigburth Road to do her shopping and before the year was out, she had died.
The Council renovated her house and moved in some young couple with a baby.
Some times I would hear the baby crying through the walls at night as I lay in bed reading the Lord of the Rings or listening to Captain Beefheart on the stereo.
Sometimes Connie's faithful old cats would reappear from nowhere to take up their customary places on her backyard wall, and yowl in the silvery moonlight.
Did you ever meet your sailor again, Connie?
Sailing some old junk over the starry bosom of the Milky River - what could you possibly have had to say to each other... I wonder?

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The King of China's Daughter. followed by the story of Xishi, one of the 4 Ancient China's beautiful women.


Dr. DODIDDILY AND THE DEE DOT'S

Wants you to enjoy this little English Nursery Rhyme
written by Edith Sitwell

The King of China's Daughter.

 
The King of China's daughter,
She never would love me
Though I hung my cap and bells upon
Her nutmeg tree.
For oranges and lemons,
The stars in bright blue air,

(I stole them long ago, my dear)
Were dangling there.


The Moon did give me silver pence,
The sun did give me gold,
And both together softly blew
And made my porridge cold;

But the King of China's daughter
Pretended not to see
When I hung my cap and bells upon
Her nutmeg tree.

The King of China's daughter
So beautiful to see
With her face like yellow water, left
Her nutmeg tree.
Her little rope for skipping
She kissed and gave to me -
Made of painted notes of singing-birds
Among the fields of tea

I skipped across the nutmeg grove, -
I skipped across the sea;
But neither sun nor moon, my dear,
Has yet caught me.
                                                 Edith Sitwell.


What with that tinkling laughter of hers, with her exquisite jewelled hair-ornaments, richly- brocaded costumes & tiny, tiny embroidered slippers, she was a fragile precious, perfumed presence.

In his royal palace her father, the King of China, had a huge number of courtiers, officials serving in various administrative posts in many servants in attendance. For many years my role in this assemblage was that of court jester, a duty I enjoyed because it allowed me the right of easy access to high ranking people with whom I, a commoner, would other- wise
not have associated. With time a fondness, even great affection, developed between me and the princess. But I knew my place, preferring that my head with all its funny and somewhat ridiculous musings remain firmly on my shoulders.

Of course, occasionally I imagined myself running off with the King of China's daughter. But when you are pursued by the mighty army of the most powerful man in the world, just how far can one get with beautiful princess whose feet are bound?

            Edith Sitwell

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog

Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog: "Sat, 07 Aug 2010
Just a little something to remember the World Cup 2010,
I thought this was a really great poem.
THE NAME OF THE GAME IS FOOTBALL

What is name called?FIFA

Football a game called,
To a known arena called stadium,
Played eleven to eleven side to side each,
In aims of a two goal post net,
In aims of a trophy,
In a colour Jersey of its kinds
Side to side balls picking sons round,
Spectators sat rounding pitch watching,
Centred with a nominated referee officiating,
Lined with a two lines men flagged,
Pronounced by named commentators,
Red and yellow cards rules in question,
Supported with sorts of supporters,
Host the nations, Host the world,
At a moment of a country designated!
At a moment of a country authorized!
Called for all practitioners....
Photographer, Press, Media,
Adverts, Sponsors, critics, etc.

What is a name called? The Winners hold the cup

Football! football! ! football! ! !
A round leather circled!
Circled in its colour of its choice,

Football a game called,

With boots of its kinds worn,
Saddled a whole lot supporters,
Saddled a whole lot analysts,
Presumption for a nation's glory,
Pre-emptive individuals' desirably for survival,

Football a game called,

Called to the passionate in spirit.

Football a game called,

Embrace understanding to unnamed,
Embrace love to unloved,
Embrace unity to diversities,
Embrace creativity to UN-creativity,

Football a game called,
The Jules Reme Trophy
Adore a nature,

Football a game called,

Called to a glorious home,

Football a game called,
A round leather circled!
With boots of its played,
With jersey of its kinds,
With choices of many kinds

Football a game called.

Thanks from:
South America in the Electronic Passport
http://www.mrdowling.com


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Just found this wonderful Poem written from the heart of someone waiting to watch the world cup.

The Jules Reme Trophy
THE NAME OF THE GAME IS FOOTBALL


Because of the total mess Google have made of this Blog, I am instead asking that you visit my website to look at the beauty made of the original posting.
This is a wonderful poem from South America stating how exciting every body was with World cup being played in South Africa, and the hopes of Brazil and Argentina hoping to get through to the winning trophy.

Friday, August 6, 2010

This is Dodies Dream Wishes, Once again I seem to have climbed on my hobby-horse and let it run away with my fingers on the keys.

     THIS IS DREAM WISHES...

THIS IS ME, DODIE MILNES-SIMM.

SITTING HERE WATCHING THE TELEVISION AND WONDERING WHY AM I WATCHING THIS.

WHEN I KNOW HOW MUCH IT WILL HURT MY SOUL AND HEART?
 
THE PROGRAMME

"THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE BOMBING OF HIROSHIMA."
I DO NOT WANT TO SIT HERE AND LISTEN TO THE JAPANESE WOMEN AND CHILDREN CRYING FOR HELP!

YET AT THE SAME TIME I HAVE TO LISTEN TO THEIR STORY, THEIR PAIN, THEIR TOTAL WONDER AT WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO THEIR HOMES AND CITIES!

YES, I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT IT BROUGHT THE SECOND WORLD WAR TO A CLOSE. BUT AT WHAT COST TO THE WORLD AS A WHOLE.

"WE HOPE THIS WILL BE A WARNING TO THE JAPANESE MILITARY, COME ON BOYS LET'S GO HOME."
THESE WORDS FROM PRESIDENT TRUMAN AFTER THE RESULTS FROM THE "BOMBING"  WAS GIVEN TO HIM.

THIS WAS 65 YEARS AGO TODAY, JUST THREE WEEKS BEFORE MY FIRST BIRTHDAY,
ON THE 1ST SEPTEMBER 1944.

IT WAS ACCORDINGLY, THE FINAL CONFLICT, FOR JUST THE THREAT OF THE SAME HAPPENING AGAIN WAS TOO HORRENDOUS FOR THE WORLD TO COMPREHEND.

BUT DAYS LATER ANOTHER BOMB WAS DROPPED OVER NAGASAKI, AND THE WAR WITH JAPAN ENDED.
THE SECOND WORLD WAR CAME TO AN END.

THIS WAS DREAM  WISHES.... 

YET, HERE WE ARE, ON THIS DAY 6TH AUGUST 2010. KNOWING THE DESTRUCTION CAUSED BY NUCLEAR WAR, THE WORLD HAS NOT LEARNT A DAMN THING.

 
                 YES WE HOPE, AND WE PRAY TO THE GOD OF OUR CHOOSING,
THAT HE  NEVER ALLOWS THIS TO HAPPEN AGAIN.

HANDS UP HOW MANY BELIEVE THIS, AND DO NOT FEAR, WHEN THEY HEAR OF INVASIONS AND IN-COUNTRY FIGHTING WITHIN THIS WORLD.
THERE WILL BE NO MORE
DREAM WISHES FOR ANYONE.
FOR RETALIATION IS AN EXPLOSIVE WORD.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog

Diddily and the Dee-Dot's : Blog: "Wed, 04 Aug 2010
How to give a cat a pill, or maybe not!!!
Welcome to a Lesson in Cat Husbandry
courtesy of Dr. Do Diddily and the Dee Dots

This small set of instructions should be read by anyone before they try feeding their cat a pill, you will find it very helpful as well as entertaining........
It might even help you decide to go to the vet and ask him/her to provide medicine or maybe an injection or two.

The Cat with the Grin is the Cheshire Cat.
How to Give a Cat a Pill

1) Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand.
As cat opens mouth, pop the pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow ………..

2) Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind the couch. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.

3) Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.

4) Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.

5) Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse from garden.

6) Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.

7) Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains.
Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.

8) Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.

9) Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink 1 beer to take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.

10) Retrieve cat from neighbour's shed. Get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with elastic band.

11) Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges. Drink beer. Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another shot. Throw T-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.

12) Ring fire brigade to retrieve cat from tree across the road. Apologise to neighbour who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil-wrap.

13) Tie the front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining room table, find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of fillet steak. Be rough about it. Hold head vertically and pour 2 pints of water down throat to wash pill down.

14) Consume remainder of Scotch. Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from your right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new table.
Rabbits with Cat! I don't think so .
15) Arrange for RSPCA to collect mutant cat from hell and ring local pet shop to see if they have any guinea pigs or white fluffy rabbits.


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