Mary D.Posted by Leo O. 16 Oct, 2009 01:40PM
By William Blake1757-1827
TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 09 Oct, 2009 12:00PM
the rows of graves stand side by side all facing the rising sun,
the noble men that died for us all counted one by one,
the sacrifice so great, the selflessness so brave,
they died in the war to end all wars,
or so it would seem the war to start all wars,
those wasted lives on petty crimes,
what a waste of a patriotic hero,
age shall not weary them,
nor the years condem,
rest in peace brave country men,
lets hope it never happens again.
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 24 Sep, 2009 07:23PM
this exersize was too pick out a person and place, i hope ypu enjoy!
Dr jekyll blinked in the flood light, 3 small green and orange men were standing above him.
"who are you?" the first one said, Dr jekyll noticed they all had very big bushy eyebrows. "Where am i?" he asked getting up to his feet.
"WORK!" yelled the second one.
" were umpaloopas" said the third one. So Dr jekyll picked up a shovel.
Suddenly Mr hyde payed them a visit. He swung the shovel knocking over several suprized oompaloompas. He laughed triiumphantly and jumped into the chocolate river!
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 19 May, 2009 05:39PM
" well, prince, so genoa and lucca are now just family estates of the bonapartes" i said my cheeks blushing, i was reading war and peace in class, so far we were half way through and i had just read the wrong bit! my teacher sighed, " sit down amanda!" i walked slowly over to my desk, solitary in the corner. all my classes were like this, i was the tall, lanky kid with 2 left feet with hand me down clothes.
i walked home as i always do, alone: the rain dripping of the top of her holey umbrella on to the to of my cold head. i trudged on, my eyes darting left and right to spot anyone from school, yesterday i had rocks thrown at me, i didn't want to repeat that experience again! suddenly i noticed a young on the path, she was lying still and wearing only a strappy top and a mini skirt to keep her warm, i knew at once something was wrong, i got out my brick and called 999.
Then i kneeled by the girl and put took my jacket off to warm her. she murmed in her harsh sleep and suddenlly her eyes fluttered open, " whatt!?" she said, proping herself up with her elbows. " just lie there" i murmed, " i've called an ambulance." and just as i had said i hear the nee-naww just around the corner. As they put the girl on the streacher they asked wether i wantd to come too. i muttered something about being free so i hopped in. i held natalies hand while they checked her over. they wheeled natalie into the ward and i hung about in the waiting room for a bit but after a while i left the hospitle and walked back to the hotel in the rain. i made my way to school after i got a good nights sleep, i had tried to tell my mother about the girl i had saved, but she couldn't care less, as long as long as i gave her a vodka shot to dullen her mind she still knew i was here. The next day at school everyone was being suspusously nice to me, then fanny came up to me and hugged me, " you saved her," she exclaimed." you are so brave." she could hardly breath with excitement. " what did i do that is so amazing" i retorted," i only called an ambulance!" " but..." fanny faltered " look," she pushed the daily kentish towards me and i saw the picture of natalie looking really healthy, i read the story underneath. 'she saved my life, she has brown hair, thin and lanky and retro clothes , i just want to thank her so much'.
to be continued..........
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 19 May, 2009 04:10PM
there lives had been entwined since that humid, summer day when alone and crying he had kissed her loveingly on the cheek with his soft, rouged lips. Her eyelids fluttered open and her hand flew up to her mouth, she stood up.
he stood up as well and beakoned her over towards him, she padded over and he whisereed something in her pale ear. her eyes widened as tha true meaning of the kiss was released like a toxic sweet gas, choking them on their own passion. she paused and thought, were the wooing words making sense or was the humidity making her mind fevered, would she spent her future summers with this young man?
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 08 May, 2009 11:55AM
day18 Today we had a party to celebrate, Francis has proposed and she is in a merry mood. we all got give a small cup of wine, i felt blessed. ( i have never tasted wine!) it tasted of alchohol and the fruity taste was so delicate. i truely enjoyed it.
day19 Today i felt so tired, i danced until midnight with the butler and i had a brilliant time. but my duties must be attented to, the young master had wet himself again and i told him not to worry, he was less upset than last time so he was less nervous, cook had made jelly for pudding and i got the left overs, it reminded me of the wine!
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 08 May, 2009 11:05AM
a bile of spew slime,
a tick of golden time,
a victime of a crime,
a dead mans dime,
a super sour lime.
a wing of bat,
a paw of cat,
a devils tree sap,
a desiesed black rat,
a figer from tat.
a cursed mans ring,
of which i bring,
a chikens leg and gobble thing,
a poisonous wasps sting,
and the same wasps wing.
this is how we cast our spell,
say it thrice and thrice again,
until the mid of night has struck,
to make the burly good and tight.
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 08 May, 2009 08:29AM
this came from a scrabble game where i was chalenged to write a story using all the words, it is quit funny!
lord lino and duke todger were having a jar with sir fix, when the door opened. It was a messenger, he had a jute bag and as he pulled out the mail the 3 men raised their glasses to him.
The messenger said "your pet sheep has been shaun and needs to go to the vets. and if he wins the race next week you will at least get a lace tao.
"cor" went lord lino, " i be in the zone, you"
"ha" duke todger replied " what a gift a lacy rug"
" amen to that" sir fix stuttered " now lets go befor you sump and bust a vein"
The boy put his message on the tableand left. Sir fix screwed up and slung the note in the bin.
" that bouy be mighty small" said lord lino.
"" don't you mean boy not bouy!" said duke todger.
"yeah!" replied lord lino and they all ate and watched Q.I.
( all under lined words were i the scrabble game!)
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 07 May, 2009 09:11PM
day17 The next day i feel that my mistress has made up her mind. she has decided to let Francis ask her to be his wife, i hope he does propose. i do love a good wedding.
day18 The court tried the coach driver and he was found innocent, thank you god. i feared for him, he is a good man and didn't deserve to go into the big house. I noticed that the young master had wet himself, i changed the sheets and told him not to cry, i wold keep my mouth shut! he certanly perked up after that.
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 07 May, 2009 09:02PM
It was the wrong phone number that started it, the telephone ringing 3 times in the dead od night, and the voice at the other end asking for someone he was not. " hello!" saide the voice at the other end, "Elizabeth!" he stopped" It is Elizabeth?"
"no," replied matt," it's matt, Elizabeth was the old owner."
" ok!" and the american voice was gone, he cut off the conversatoin. Then matt stopped and looked around, all ofa sudden he heard the door open, he guessed it was Sara. So he yelled," come in foods on the table" and went into his shrouded room to work.
Sara sat down to eat, it was biting cold outside and the wind had messed up my hair. It was bolognaise, the smell and taste was divine. Matt always had a wonderfull dinner waiting, if only he payed more attentoin to her rather than working all the time. She thought about how wonderfull the dinner was and went upstairs to sleep, all bad feelings banished into the cold night.
The next day she had changed her mind, at gym she was talking to Emily, "like a dog!" she said, it was as if the shame must out live her.
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 07 May, 2009 08:29AM
day15 My mistress has a suiter, his name is francis and he is a hunter. apparently makes lots of money by it, he brought her a beatifull emerald necklace. it complements her greatly! Cook tells me that she swore not to marry another till the new year, i told her that she had propbly forgotten sucha fickle promice.
day16 Boy was i wrong, i found my mistress crying in the corner of her room, i had come up to do the sheets and she tried to stop. i sat down beside her and asked her what was wrong, she said that she had made a promice to her late husband to remarry only in the new year, it had not been a year yet and her suiter would sooon go to india to shoot tigers!
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 06 May, 2009 02:02PM
i am awaiting executoin in a dank cell,the only relief coming from a small barred window thats light reflects against the finary of my dress. The suns rays peep abouve the horizen, i welcome and fear them, i want to yell across to god to stop the rise of the sun and save me but i also want to make them faster releising me in to, what, nothing.
A jangeling of keys and i have what i want an escape, but to the gulotine. " come on,"my cruel and unkempt captor bellows, he spits at me." was it good enough for your Ladyship." he exaggerates the letters and he laughs it echoes around the dungion.
I am led to a wooden cart, then roughly picked up and dropped on to others, friends and strangers."look at this uns lace!" he says pointing under my skirt. " I am royalty, stop, nay desist." i reply indignantly. " you should be more worried about your hed!" he yells back and gives the cart a kick. " move on" and we are on our way towards frances center piece, the guilotine.
The journey is un comfortable and smelly, my captors laugh and mutter to each other in slang. When we hit cobbles my mind is reeling.
" end of the line!" my captor yells and yet again spits. W e are shoved on our feet and led towards the guilotine, the crowd are rowdy, yelling for our blood. The blade glints in the high sunlight.
I am first up, the crowd and soliders are pushing and poking me up to the platfom, i am forced onto the plank and strapped down with tanned leather. My head put into the hold, the veiw when i look up sends utter terrer into my mind, the peasants are yelling and abusing. the all gos silent, they are waiting for the finall blow. I i know it is my time so i whisper 'may the lord have mercy' and the blade go's down. I feel no mre.
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 05 May, 2009 05:37PM
day14 Today we had a day of mourning for the vicar, his sustitute steppd ina nd he is a truely religous young man. i told cook about him when she was cooking the meal and she said, "he's a right yung'un, you like him don't ya!" but i corrected her, i am too upset by the butchers boy to like another lad.
The old ladies that grew up with the old vicar Albert, were bowing thier heads and didn't lisen to Jacob when he comforted them!
day16 Today the children were being pure angels, they were seeing their grandma and she always gives them money! lucky them.
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 05 May, 2009 08:30AM
day11 Today i got the biggest shock of my life! i was just walking along when the vicar was run over by a rampant carrage, the driver was very apologetic! it almost hit me but the stable lad at trhe manor was out buying shoes and pushed me to the side, it was a very narrow escape, i still feel very shaken.
day12 The vicar died today, the doctor are unsure of how he died, so they are going to cut him up! (shudder) this too barbaric. i hope i never get cut up, i hate to think of it
day13 Thirteen days on the job! i hope that nothing happens! ( un lucky.)
sorry, i have assemburly.
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 30 Apr, 2009 11:35AM
day10 Today i was cheered up by cook giving me an extra peice of gammon, as a special treat once a month our mistress gives us gammon and we have a harty time when it is given!
what a good day!
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 30 Apr, 2009 08:30AM
day6 I have just seen the butchers boy, he may have been wearing bloody overalls but he has a warming smile and makes my heart flutter. I really hope he doesn't have A sweetheart, i feel so stupid to be in love with a mere butchers boy, no sorry. Thomas Smith, i will try and see him next time he brings the lamb.
day7 Bad luck is on me today, his master Frank came here today, damn him. I have been neglecting my duties because of this fancifull day dream, there is a pile of washing up to the ceiling almost, oh well, work hard to play hard!
I was sent to the Greendragon butchers today, I saw Thomas coming out of t6he back of the shop and asked me what i wanted, i was having a day dream so it took a few seconds to think of what to say, "um, meat pies, for my mistresses workers." i said finally.
"ok" he replied in his lovely irish brouge, " how many?"
" five," i said gazing at his face, " she's treating them!"
" i never thought i'd hear that!" he replied laughing with shock, wiping tears away.
I felt sooo fantastic, i do hope he courts me!
I am such an idiot, he has a girlfriend in ireland! I trusted his lovely face and it blown back at me. I just moped about doing my chores with less amp than normal. I feel so sad.
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 29 Apr, 2009 11:09AM
day 5 today i got paid! it wasn't much but my parents will enjoy having a little more than normal. At home bobby is learning to read but mama cannot aford to send him, Suzie cannot learn to read but canlearn to sew. She feel's like she is being pulled back as she can already read better than her brother.
Mary D.Posted by Benjamin S. 28 Apr, 2009 03:21PM
I hoped i had got away with the vegtable fiasco, not likely. i was summoned to the front room and given another telling off, i hope sencierly that i don't lose my job, that would be the ultimate curse upon my poor family.
Mary D.Posted by Benjamin S. 28 Apr, 2009 03:17PM
day 3 I have just discovered that the 'darling' children i am looking after are no more than trouble makers, they took half an hour to convince them to get changed into sunday best. I got a thourgh telling off and when i tried to complain, she threatened me with the sack. My family desperately need this money so i just bore the brunt of her anger and hoped not to feel it's full force again.
At dinner the children refused to eat their greens, i feared for my place so i ate them and said to the children to keeep quiet about it and i would eat their greens every other day.
i have got away with it, for now at least!
Mary D.Posted by Mary D. 27 Apr, 2009 04:05PM
day 1 The night around me was cold and empty, the only vaugely normal noises from my slumbering neighbours. I crept out of our house with as much courage as I could muster. I was running away from every thing that was near and dear to me, but my father was a brute and often used his fists against me when his day at work was a bad one. I had a post in worchestire and i hoped my life would be better and kinder.
day 2 my new mistress is harsh but kind. her name is lady hamilton and she is a widower, and has two darling children. William and Tillula, i must dash the bell has just rung calling me.