I love Marilyn

 I love Marilyn Monroe, in her time she has some the greatest quotes to live by.... not bad for someone who was considered a dumb blonde.

Although I do enjoy some of Mae West and Eleanor Roosevelt

    

THEN when I am having a week, day or moment I like to share these.

I am a happy and positive person so in the end this is where my head ends up.

A GOOD mates voice will be in your head at every moment no matter how far from each other you are

Many of my best mates are often a long way from me and miss moments in my life but they are never far from my thoughts....AND with every action I take their voices are in my head either egging me on or yelling at me  :)

            'A GOOD FRIEND TEST!

           This is GOOD...I expect it back too!
           I especially like the last sentence!!!!!!

           A simple friend , when visiting, acts like a guest.
           A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself and doesn't feel even the least bit 

                 weird shutting your 'beer/vodka drawer' with her foot!

           A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
           A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.

           A simple friend has never seen you cry ..
           A real friend shoulder is soggy from your tears..

           A simple friend hates it when you call after they've gone to bed.
           A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.

           A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
           A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

           A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
           A real friend calls you after you had a fight.

           A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
           A real friend expects to always be there for you!


           Anon.

Smithy's Australia Day poem

Found this on Facebook and couldn't resist posting

Smithy's Australia Day poem 

Australians are a funny lot, you'll often hear one curse,
 How things have started badly, and they'll probably get worse,
 The weathers dry, the sun's so hot it's stolen all the water,
 The Government has never done the things we think they oughta'.

But if we hear a tourist say his home is much more grand,
 They had better be prepared to make a very solid stand.
 For although we Aussies may complain at what's become our lot,
 When someone knocks this country, we defend with all we've got.

We may criticise some teenage brat, may even wish them failure,
 But we stand behind them cheering when they're playing for Australia.
 Because, if this is home to you, the country of your birth,
 Then you back the native player to beat anyone on Earth.

When the cricket bats are swinging or when someone scores a try,
 When a home grown horse has won the cup and made the owner cry,
 When some paralympic athlete hits the front and sets the pace,
 You'll hear "Aussie Aussie Aussie" as the crowd goes off their face.

And although we like to take a break in overseas locations,
 If you take the time to question this nomadic population,
 They will tell you without blinking that wherever they may roam,
 The best part of the journey was the last bit, ....coming home.

For the sun was never brighter on the beach at Waikiki,
 Than it is on all the sandy shores Australia has to see,
 The water never purer nor the air as fresh and clear,
 The people never friendlier than those that we have here.

If you venture to the outback where grass is scarce as snow,
 As you swelter you may wonder what it was that made you go,
 But just look at the locals who have lived there since their birth,
 And I know you will not find a better class of folk on earth.

All across this wide brown country from the Cape to Hobart town,
 There are people who will help you when you find the chips are down,
 And if someone should abuse you, and does it just because,
 Then that person's not Australian, and that person never was.

So when you feel disgruntled just remember this rendition,
 And never blame the country for the acts of politicians,
 Look up and count your blessings when you see our flag unfurled,
 And be grateful that you live in the best country in the world.

By Warren Dakin

In Good Hands -- poem

In Good Hands

In the hands of a gifted teacher
a classroom is a magical place

In the hands of a gifted teacher
There’s a smile on each child's face

In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
Creative Energy is Everywhere

In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
There’s a Catalyst who Genuinely Cares

In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
Desire and Wonder is Awakened

In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
The Educational Agenda is Shaken

In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
Self-Management Skills are Modeled

In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
The Best of Reality is Bottled

In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
Gifts and Talents are Refined

In the Hands of a Gifted Teacher
The Willed Future is Designed 

By Ultimate Cyan

None of that sissy crap - Friendship by Anon.

"True" Friendship
None of that Sissy Crap!

Are you tired of those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality?

Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship.

You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card-

Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.

1. When you are sad 

-- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against  the sorry bast ard who made you sad.

2. When you are blue 

-- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile 

-- I will know you finally got laid.

4. When you are scared 

-- I will rag on you about it every chance I get.

5. When you are worried 

-- I will tell you horrible stories about how much  worse it could be until you quit whining.

6. When you are confused 

-- I will use little words.

7. When you are sick 

-- Stay the hell away from me until you are well  again. I don't want whatever you have.

8. When you fall 

-- I will point and laugh at your clumbsy ass.

9. This is my oath.... I pledge it to the end. "Why?" you may ask;  "because you are my friend".

Friendship is like peeing your pants:

Everyone can see it,

But only you can feel the true warmth.

Dust and Glory

I read Dust and Glory by Evan Green for My Year 12 English independent study a few years ago now..   This was a poem I wrote after reading it.  It’s not particularly good but it worked.

Dust and Glory

It was only around Australia

Just 10 000  miles

Driving for 3 weeks

In this years Redex Reliability Trials

A couple of kangaroos to dodge

And creeks to navigate

Driving at breakneck speed

In this years Redex Race

Out in the heat and the blinding dust

Visit the lonely pub

Driving down the toughest roads

Going places where only the navigator knows

Anything can happen in such a race

A blowout or a breakdown

Out on a 25 mile claypan

Or one of Koziousko icy mountain trails

What's a bet on such a race

On this down under island

Sabotage, what's that mate

What does the results mean to the rest of the world

We'll all finish I suppose

Does it matter where

It was fun for all

Unless your life depended on the outcome of this years Redex Race.

Lovely Mosquito

Lovely Mosquito

Lovely mosquito, attacking my arm

As quiet and still as a statue,

Stay right where you are! I'll do you no harm-

I simply desire to pat you.

Just puncture my veins and swallow your fill

For nobody's going to swot you.

Now, lovely mosquito, stay perfectly still-

A SWIPE! and a SPLAT! and I GOT YOU!

Doug MacLeod

Doug MacLeod is one of my favourite poets.  He has many poems and books some which have different levels of humour which will appeal to adults.  With kids and governessing sometimes you need an edge, something that will make them laugh for hours.

OTHER favourite authors

Max Fatchen

June Factor

Micheal Dugan

Wonder if I can remember the rest, I will have to blog when I find good ones.

My forgetter

My forgetter 

This poem relates to a lot of govies, parents and kids I know around the country.

My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke

For when I'm "here" I'm wondering
If I really should be "there"
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!

Oft times I walk into a room,
Say "what am I here for?"
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.

At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!

When shopping I may see someone,
Say "Hi" and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, "who was that?"

Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.

CAN YOU RELATE??? Please send this to everyone you know
because I DON'T REMEMBER WHO I SENT THIS TO!!!!

Found this on Governess Australia

Judith Viorst ... bring great poetry to my schoolroom

I love these poem below, great to use in the schoolroom...perfectly true - a great way to teach the kids.

I love poetry and always teach the kids to write.  It is a type of literature that you don't need to be good at writing to do.  A great self esteem booster for everyone.  It is also a short exercise making it great for daily writing.  

Daily writing is always boring and hard, 20 minutes to write something...there are only so many recounts that the kids want to do or I want to read.  I have laminated poetry cards with an example of a poem type and a guide on how to write them.  The kids love it and pick one out to write.  I picked these up from Governess Australia.   

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 Poems By Judith Viorst
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Credit

You asked me to do it.
I promised to do it.
I planned to do it.
I started to do it.
I really meant to do it
Except I forgot.
Couldn't I get credit
For promising,
Planning,
Starting,
And really meaning to do it?

Guess not.

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Manners

Telling a lie is wrong.
Telling the truth is right.
Except when telling the truth is called Bad Manners
   and telling a lie is polite.

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The Hardest Thing
If you think that the hardest thing is saying you're wrong when you've been wrong,
I think you should know
That the really hardest thing is, when you've been absolutely right,
Not saying nyah nyah, I told you so.


 

The beginning...

Thank you to a wonderful poet for letting me use her poem to open my blog

The Window

You wake up in the morning,

What a great looking day

Out the window the sun shines away.

Getting up and having breakfast

Hoping for delight not dismay

For out the window the sun shines away.

Into the schoolroom we go

Starting a new day

Looking out the window the sun shines away.

Finally reached smoko

She’s trying her best

Still out the window the sun shines away

Back into the schoolroom

Back to the fray

Through the window the sun shines away.

Lunchtime has arrived

I’m feeling frazzled and dazed

Yet out the window the sun shines away.

Afternoon filled with Art and science

Developmental play

And out the window the sun shines away.

School is out at last

She’ll get a star

As we look out the window the sun shines away.

The rest or the day is mine at last

Peace and sunshine

Then I look out the window and see rain coming this way.

 By Lee-Anne Bright