SOCIETY

The family

teeth sometimes bite the tongue..

some relations, couples and 'bad hats' in close associa-provocation..

water hacked is not severed any more than the family bond is severed by a quarrel..

a rope of three strands is not easily parted... unity is strength...

Nor Izati

I too ,sing Amerika

I am the darker brother.They send me to eat in the kitchen
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes ,
I laught ,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I ll be at the table
When company comes .
Nobody ll dare
Say to me ,
"Eat in the kitchen ,"
then..

Besides ,
they see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed _

I too,am America.


mariah 09

Malay Proverbs

MAN AND THE UNIVERSE

(1).. Where there is water, there are fish..
(2).. Bad luck cannot be averted nor good luck attracted..
(3).. Good luck soars away and misfortune crushes one's body..
(4).. A pint cannot become a bushel..
(5).. like the nail and the quick..
(6).. the black of the eye and the white, how can they be parted???
(7).. inseparable as the bamboo and the river-bank..

izati ....

Wish You Were Here

It was Chekhov who observed that"When an actor has money,he does t send letters but telegrams"
This is a story about an actor receiving one.




A telegram to one of this leading men in the middle of a performance .When William Gaxton returned to this dressing -room during intermission of Kaufmans Of Thee I Sing,he found the telegram from the playwright .It read :Am waching your perfomance from the rear of the house.Wish you were here...............

mariah woodtech 09

ending

ENDING

the love we thought would never stop
now cools like a congealing chop.
the kisses that were hot as curry
are bird pecks taken in a hurry..
the hands that held electric changes
now lie inert as four moored barges...
the feet that ran to meet a date
are running slow and seldom shut
are victims of a power cut..
the parts that then transmitted joy
are now reserved and cold and coy...
romance, expected once to stay,,
has left a note saying GONE AWAY.

nor izati

THE GUITARIST TUNES UP

WITH WHAT ATTENTIVE COUNTESY HE BENT

OVER HIS INSTRUMENT

NOT AS A LORDLY CONQUEROR

COMMAND BOTH WIRE AND WOOD

BUT AS A MAN WITH A LOVED WOMAN MIGHT

INQUIRING WIHT DELINGHT

WHAT SLIGHT ESSENTIAL THINGS SHE HAD TO SAY

BEFORE THEY STARTED HE AND SHE TO PLAY......

NOR IZATI.....

THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE

"love seeketh not itself to please
nor for itself hath any care
but fof another gives its ease
and builds a heaven in hell's despair."

so sang a little clod of clay
Trodden with the cattle's feet
but a pebble of the book
warbled out these meters meet..

"love seeketh only self to please,
to bind another to its delight
joys in another's loss of ease
and builds a hell in heaven's despite...

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