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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 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.

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.

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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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CROESO I CYMRU

SUNRISE IS GOLDEN IN MY MOUNTAIN HOME.

DAYBREAK IN JANUARY

I woke at half past six today
And all outside was misty grey,
As if it still were really night
And just pretending to be light.
I only just could see the lawn,
And everything looked fast asleep;
And then I saw a something creep
Across the garden soft and slow--
It was the shadow of the dawn!
And as I watched and saw her pass,
Her dress was trailing on the grass;
She paused and seem to hesitate
Then glided through the little gate -
And then the cock began to crow.
And when she'd gone as clear as clear
I saw the trees and garden here,
And sad brown earth where things will grow
When Winter's dead, Mum told me so!
I saw the tiny apple tree
Which Daddy's given all to me,
I saw the house across the way;
And as I looked at it I heard
The twitter of a tiny bird,
And so I knew that it was day.

I wish this had been written by myself, but it wasn't.
It is titled "Daybreak in January." and it was written by
Almey St. John Adcock.over a hundred years ago.
THERE IS MORE TO COME BUT I WILL BE PUTTING IT IN
"DODIES DREAM WORLD." TOMORROW, DON'T MISS IT. IT'S FABULOUS.
http://dodiesdreamworld.zoomshare.com/

Chinese Wisdom from the Willow Pattern at www.diddilydeedot.zoomshare.com/

 DR. DO-DIDDILY AND THE DEE-DOT'S

First a Little bit of Chinese Wisdom.

          In a small town in China, four merchants joined in furnishing a small shop, which they stocked with cotton goods. To keep the mice from gnawing their stock they obtained a cat, and in order to keep the equal division of their property, they agreed that one quarter of the cat should belong to each partner, the quarters being distinguished by the separate paws in which they ended.

          One day the cat hurt her left fore-paw, and the owner of that special quarter carefully wrapped the paw in cotton wool soaked in oil.  Unfortunately the cat went too near the fire, and the cotton wool caught the flame, and the cat running into the shop, the bales of cotton were set on fire, and the cat, cotton, and shop were soon reduced to ashes.

          The three partners who owned the cat's sound paws now brought an action against the owner of the injured paw to recover the value of their property. The magistrate, after carefully considering the case, gave the following decision.

'The cat certainly could not use the injured paw to walk on, therefore it was the three sound paws which took the cat to the fatal fire, and from there into the shop where the cotton was. These three paws were consequently the cause of the whole trouble, and their owners are obliged to compensate the owner of the injured paw for the loss he has sustained.' 

There must be a Confucian  Saying to this quandary but I don't know one off hand.

Uproar in Heaven

1960s Chinese Animation Movie.
Not much dialogue, and I have no English subs.

There is a new Polish Fairy Tale at Diddilydeedots. It is called Princess

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EUROPE -POLAND

PRINCESS SPRING - MAIDEN
adapted from Glinski's Fairy
Tales
Antoni Józef

Gliński

       
Shebor, the King of all the Woods, had an only child. Her name was Veosenka
which in Polish meant little Spring Maiden.
The name had been given her at her christening, and perfectly described the beauty of her body and her soul.

Her eyes were as blue as the sky and shone with a gentle tranquillity that nothing could disturb.
Her hair was like spun gold so bright
and shiny that it could  have been made from the rays of the sun.
  Her lips were like rose petals and her teeth as white as the flowers
of the lily of the valley. The blush on her cheeks came from the kisses of each
dawn.
      It was said that the even the nightingale fell silent when Veosenka began to sing;  Bees envied her, for the taste of honey on her breath.
      Little wonder was it then that the king loved her more deeply than anything else in the world. Or that his one desire in life was to make sure no harm  came to his beloved child.
It became law that the princess must be guarded from all dangers or sorrows,
happiness was to be the rule of the years she lived.  All these were kept away from her.
    And so this it how it was; Princess Spring Maiden lived in a world surrounded by beauty and goodness, happiness and joy with out pain or neglect.
In fact it was forbidden to even tell the princess that she could cry, or that there were people so poor living close by, anything that the king thought would upset her she was never told about.
Why he even ordered that all the fairy tales that were read to her had nothing but goodness in them from beginning to end.
Her life, in fact became one long fairy tale free from all the cares of the outside
world.
    However, all was not so easy to hide, like the gardens and the flowers in them that were never allowed to go to seed lest the Princess saw that they lost there beautiful colour and scent, no broken branches, nothing to show that there was cruelty and death in the world.
 So we have a beautiful princess who never lost her smile , or her sparkle, her life was one of contentment and joy.
Everything that the king commanded was obeyed throughout the whole
of the kingdom.
     
But alas not even a princess can be protected from all of life's elements and one day as Veosenka was strolling through the flower beds, looking as beautiful as ever in her pale rose gown, her thoughts full of beautiful music her nose full of the smell of roses and lilies,  she failed to notice just how far she had wondered away from the palace close. Each valley passed  beneath her feet; the morning was beautiful, bright sunshine kissed the ground, the dew upon the ground glistened like diamonds and the birds twittered in the trees.
All was good . . . . all was silence
save for the song birds . . . . all was quiet.
    
    Suddenly Veosenka's attention was attracted by the rustle of wings. She looked up and there above her  flying as fast as it could was a white dove. It was fleeing
from a hawk that seemed to be chasing it.
For a moment the dove hovered hesitantly high above the princess's head as if it was looking for help; but it was  then the hawk's cruel beak struck its deadly blow. The bird whimpered faintly and fell to earth, splattering Spring-Maiden's feet
with drops of blood.
      Quickly she ran and knelt down by the bird, it lay there shaking, shivering its eyes full of pain began to grow dim, its beak opened one last time then closed forever. Its wings flexed  as if he was still trying to escape .... it moved no more.
      Veosenka shook her head from side to side. "What was wrong with it, why doesn't it move?

Tears began to fall down the Princesses face, yet she knew not why.
Its tiny head is crushed; its eyelids closed, there was blood everywhere? Death was all around her, yet she couldn't understand why she was wrong . She jumped up and began to run across the valley back to the palace.

But this day was not over, the  princess protected  from life was only just beginning her adventure into the world.  Still running she gasped as she almost trod on a small owl, who was sitting on the side of the path, although frightened by her, he made no attempt to move.

    "Dear Owl!" cried the princess, "What is the matter with you  ?"
"I am afraid my wings are twisted, a horrid boy caught hold of me and twisted them," cried the owl! "Oh my how they hurts. I was trying to get to the safety of your garden. Please do help me  Spring Maiden."

      Veosenka bent down and gathered the owl into her chest,  in the owl's eyes there was pain and suffering, and  yet in Veosenka's eyes there was compassion. She continued walking swiftly towards the Palace.
But she had not gone far when she was stopped again, this time by a Raven, huge and black his small eyes glittering in the sunlight.
He was sat on a branch directly in her path, she noticed that although his eyes were glittering he seemed very gloomy. Veosenka stopped transfixed

   She spoke to the bird in her gentle voice . " I do not think I know of you Raven. Yet now you have flown in to sit on a branch in my garden.
You hold me with your glittering stare. What is the matter ?
Where have you come from ?"
   The Raven croaked, shook his great head and in his hoarse voice began:-

"I journeyed here from country -
Not lands where scented flowers are.
I come from battle fields of doom
Where Death sets iron guns a boom.
Where thousands newly dead are lying
Beside their brothers, wounded, dying.
Shadowed with smoke the sun o'er-head
Peers down upon the field of dread,
Here on the wind no song is borne;
No gardens here for those who mourn,
But mothers, children, weeping sore
For dear ones whom they'll see no more,
Dead their tattered flag beside,
While the victors' shout rings far and wide-"

"Alas ! Alas !" cried Veosenka, shocked at his words and sorrow. 

The raven peered at her intently, and croaked,

"What !  - What ! Are you suffering too. ?"

 "Suffering, what do you mean suffering ?" she asked him in a frightened voice. .

"I mean exactly that, are you suffering also !" The raven looked at her in amazement  "What I mean is, if you are suffering, then you are at last beginning to live ," croaked the big black bird nodding his head.
"Heed my words." he added then he spread his wings and left the tree and the palace gardens.

     
  

Veosenka gazed around the royal gardens, nothing had changed, and yet it did seem like there were fewer colours, fewer smells, maybe even less sunshine.
She turned towards the running fountain, but it sounded more like falling tears.
The nightingale began his song, but now there seemed to be a slight whimper in his song.
    For the first time in her life Princess Spring Maiden frowned, a puzzled look
on her brow. She stood there for a long time, taking in the words of the raven, trying to understand there meaning.
 
"Suffering, to suffer means to live !" she exclaimed  "And to live means to have  some suffering!"
Then she opened her eyes, only  this time they were understanding, once more theywere their normal blue, tranquillity had once more filled her mind.
"There is suffering, yes ! but each one of us can soothe away the pain of those
who suffer and bring comfort where there is sorrow."
A smile crossed her rose lips.  "It is therefore important to know how to feel
suffering, as surely as one can bring  comfort and help to each other.
   She smiled down at the owl, who now sat comfortably in her open hands, the warmth that flowed from her understanding, had cured his cramp to vanish and he lifted himself gently from her hands and he too, took to the sky.

      And what of Princess Spring  Maiden, her experience of being happier than ever before , which was due to feeling sorrow was now fulfilled, and no longer
would she have to walk in her royal garden from which sadness and sorrow had once been banned.