A man was praying to God. He said, “God!?” God responded, “Yes?” The man said, “Can I ask a question?” “Go right ahead,” God said. “God, what is a million years to you?” God said, “A million years to me is only a second.” “Hmmmm…” the man pondered. Then he asked, “God, what is a […]
Tag Archives: From Lieven.
The Busy Man
If you want to get a favor done by some obliging friend, And want a promise, safe and sure, on which you may depend, Don’t go to him who always has much leisure time to plan, If you want your favor done, just ask the busy man The man with leisure never has a moment […]
For those who wondered
I been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between ’em they done Tried to make me Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’– But I don’t care! I’m still here!
Modern books
A book, I think, is very like A little golden door That takes me into places Where I’ve never been before. It leads me into fairyland Or countries strange and far And, best of all, the golden door Always stands ajar.
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Dawn in Upper Egypt
The feet of the Gods are but half withdrawn; The Colour fringes their garments’ hem, And the stones of the desert remember them. Where the white mists enfold each hill Lingers their brooding presence still; Still, though the glory of Thebes be done, The twin Colossi salute the sun. Lure on lure at the break […]
love is…
Books, words, wisdom
Paper, ink and thought Fiction and reality Passion and purpose Poetry and prose Map and drawing Monographs and periodicals Card catalog and bar code Reading and research Pleasure and knowledge Wonder of language, The power of words. Books create the wise man, they educate the sage; the erudite strops his intellect with the turn of […]
Life Is Changing and And Through It All I Have Learned
I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. I’ve learned that you can tell a […]
To my kids
I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too. I can read in bed, and in purple. and in brown. I can read in a circle and upside down! I can read with my left eye. I can read with my right. I can read Mississippi with […]
guess….whois….
Wrestling
This morning I read about me wrestling an angel. And of the dream. About the ladder reaching to heaven, threaded with angels, ascending, descending. This life, here on earth. Who has not wrestled an angel? All night, till the breaking of day. Blind. Pressed close as lovers. Consumed in the fetid sweat of the flesh, […]
Blog of the Year – 2012
Originally posted on Teacher as Transformer:
I thank Nizy at Nizy’s Life Copendium and Cristi at Simple.Interesing for nominating my blog for “Blog of the Year 2012” award. I am grateful for this generous honour and the people who follow Teacher as Transformer. It has been a reflective, creative, and transformational journey for the blog and this…
Always trust a friend…
Me
another vieuw, but still the same wicked…. yours, Lieven (héhé &nd I like it)
Early morning in my hometown Laarne/Belgium
My Bestest friend.
You made me laugh when I cried so hard You gave me bracelets to cover my scars You held me close when I was so cold You offered a comforting hand to hold You picked me up whenever I fell You showed me heaven when I was blinded by hell You answered my calls in […]
Yea, verily! – LOL
Ralphie says: “Yea, though I stumble through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall not soil my underwear!”
Young/Old
Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.” Said the old man, “I do that too.” The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.” “I do that too,” laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, “I often cry.” The old man nodded, “So do I.” “But worst of all,” said the boy, […]
Once Upon A Festival – Laarne 2010 and 2011
The last, late guest To the gate we followed; Goodbye — and the rest The night-wind swallowed. House, garden, street, Lay tenfold gloomy, Where accents sweet Had made music to me. It was but a feast With the dark coming on; I was but a guest — And now, all’s gone. Miss ya all (OUAF […]
Dance…
Lieven posted: “Dance like no one’s watching Love like you’ve never been hurt Sing like no one’s listening Live like it’s heaven on earth “
Present from Lieven 34.
Lieven wrote: “The moon rises. The red cubs rolling In the ferns by the rotten oak Stare over a marsh and a meadow To the farm’s white wisp of smoke. A spark burns, high in heaven. Deer thread the blossoming rows Of the old orchard, rabbits Hop by the well-curb. The cock crows From the […]
Present from Lieven 30.
Lieven Grillaert: “We nailed the hands long ago, Wove the thorns, took up the scourge and shouted For excitement’s sake, we stood at the dusty edge Of the pebbled path and watched the extreme of pain. But one or two prayed, one or two Were silent, shocked, stood back And remembered remnants of words, a […]
Present from Lieven 28.
Once I saw mountains angry, And ranged in battle-front. Against them stood a little man; Aye, he was no bigger than my finger. I laughed, and spoke to one near me, “Will he prevail?” “Surely,” replied this other; “His grandfathers beat them many times.” Then did I see much virtue in grandfathers — At least, […]
Present from Lieven 27.
Lieven Grillaert Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows, That look towards the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows And the brooks of morning run. In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine, […]
Present from Lieven 21.
“Man in hospital bed wearing oxygen mask over his mouth. “Nurse”, he mumbles. “Are my testicles black?” Nurse raises his gown, holds his penis in one hand & his testicles in the other, …she takes a close look & says, “There’s nothing wrong with them Sir.” Man pulls off the oxygen mask, smiles at her […]
Present from Lieven 20.
Lieven Grillaert: Great Streets of silence led To Neighborhoods of Pause Here was no Notice, no Dissent No Universe, no laws By Clocks, ’twas Morning, and for Night The Bells at Distance called But Epoch had no basis here For Period exhaled.
Present from Lieven 18.
Lieven Grillaert Here dead we lie Because we did not choose To live and shame the land From which we sprung. Life, to be sure, Is nothing much to lose, But young men think it is, And we were young.
Present from Lieven 17.
Lieven Grillaert If only the sun-drenched celebrities are being noticed and worshiped, then our children are going to have a tough time seeing the value in the shadows, where the thinkers, probers and scientists are keeping society together. Poetry out of Laarne is language at its most distilled and most powerful. Cheer up he shouted […]
Present from Lieven 12.
Lieven Grillaert What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore– And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over– like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? Or do […]
