The rain it raineth
on the just and unjust
alike
and on the culpable
I feel I have
the moral umbrella
The wind it bloweth
on us saints and sinners
alike
and on the worthy
I feel I have
to battle hopefulness
The sun it shineth
on the sad and lonely
alike
and on the wretched
I feel I have
to be a parasol
Author notes
Already carrying life's hod. Don't need anything other than a hug from you lot out there. But love you all anyway! xx debs
Actually not sure I think what you think matters. This is just for me....
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"Always carrying life's hod" is a truly terrific phrase. Why the F. didn't you put it into the poem? It's no good wasting the gems in the notes. Get a hold on yourself girl! I know the Midlands is a burden but................
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xxxxxxx I bricked it mate xxxxx
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Consider yourself hugged. And i don't hug people unless they give me amazing repetition, so feel complimented. Best.
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Thank you so much - I promise to repay the compliment. x chills
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I'm not sure that what I think matters but
it all depends on whether you call it
a hod or a hawk...
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Hod - not hawk
This was so very personal. It's about what I feel I have to do every day for kids and friends etc. I want to carry the hod but now and again I'd like to leave it by the back door, wipe my feet and be all alone and left to just sleep or play or whatever I'd like to do most. Is that a hod or a hawk?? x have a big mwah weekend (big mwah = big kiss in case it's only over here we say that. Spect it came from over the pond in the first place ... ) big mwah n e way x ps the notes said HUG. That's what I'm after!!
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GOOD-YET-NOT-GOOD
As a poem it is very good, but as a standard of one's conduct it is not good. It is a lame excuse for cowards. I shall not allow any quarters to the culprits. That can happen only over my dead body or when I become God.
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well yes I can feel that I need to hug you
The culprits are mostly folk I love that chuck on the bricks and load up the hod. Not sure if I'd have written any poems other than the usual love stuff if I hadn't been so effing angry with my MOTHER. This is what it is about. BUT my dad. Well. He was a bit of a star. I've written a lot about him - go see if you like. I'd give you a reference but I know what the contents are and I can't even begin to try. Big tear. Thanks mate. You are always as cross with self indulgence as my dad was!! xx chills
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tote that hod!
imagine how good it will feel when you reach the place it belongs, and you can set it down
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As long as you sometimes shelter under the umbreslla and don't just hold it up over the unjust and the culpable, I'll buy this one. Nice images and a beautifully scriptural turn of phrase.
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Thank you honey
The trouble with umbrellas is that they tend to turn inside out and go tits up when the wind comes with the rain. Then you are on your own and the unjust and culpable are in bed or in the pub!! xx Hug xx chills
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