Fa – the name of the Green Dragon

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Obscure words explained 22. – Argus-eyed

my mother was one

Eyes in the back of her head

She always caught me

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The last time I saw my oldest sister

the last time I saw my oldest sister was in 2000. She came to visit me from the U.K.  She brought me a gift, which some people thought was rather odd but, something that has not only been very useful to me and has allowed me to remain connected to my roots in the city of Bristol where I was born. That gift was a book of street maps of Bristol.

If thees wanna find summat, use this un.

Bristol Street maps

It’s quite old and probably out of  date however, I like to see and read posts each day about the Bristol street art scene (you can see them at Natural Adventures on WordPress). I have forgotten where a lot of the places that are posted are. So I use my old street maps guide.  My sister passed away last year. What some considered an odd gift turned out to be a very thoughtful one. So much so,  that I felt compelled to return the thoughtful favour by sharing it here today.

 

 


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Three words from a haiku

I got my inspiration for this post from a Haiku posted by scooj,naturaladventures. It was titled C2H5OH and contained three words with really jumped out at me. I thought the posting was both clever and unusual so much so in fact that I kept thinking bout it for many hours. At about 10:00p.m. yesterday evening I was reading in bed. I think I must have dozed off for a few minutes. I woke up and looked for my notepad and wrote the following:
SALVATION
Salvation a present possession not merely an object of hope, note: Ignatius bishop of Antioch wrote these words in ca. 167
RUINATION (an anagram)
Ruination through urination, pissing away one’s total wealth
MODERATION
Moderation, that happy balance between too much and not enough


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At The Corner

At the corner, just up the street,

is a wonderful place for a wonderful treat.

No other country, no other land,

has this treat which you eat by hand.

That’s right! Your fingers get so greasy,

Try it you’ll like it because it’s easy.

Potatoes peeled and cut into sticks,

and when they’re fried we call them chips.

Cod, Halibut or Plaice and sometimes Sole,

as good as soup but, without the bowl.

We’re talking fish, serious fish.

When battered and fried it’s just delish!.

Flaky mouthfuls of fish so white,

tender and tasty at every bite.

And then we add some things thereto,

pepper and salt and malted brew;

to soak up all the fat they say.

But, actually it’s just another way,

to make this treat taste good for me,

whether it be for my lunch or tea.

I heard they throw new stuff into the frier.

Mars Bars? Ugh, you’re such a liar!

No, it’s true an idea that’s new,

Deep fried dessert, a melted goo.

Ah! no such muck will pass my lips;

Not when I’ve got fish and chips.

Written July 10th, 2000.