Dodie's Dream World - Complete Chaos! xxx
Dream - Wishes
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THIS IS DREAM WISHES...
THIS IS ME, DODIE MILNES-SIMM. I DO NOT WANT TO SIT HERE AND LISTEN TO THE JAPANESE MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN!
SITTING HERE WATCHING THE TELEVISION AND WONDERING WHY AM I WATCHING THIS,
WHEN I KNOW HOW MUCH IT WILL HURT MY SOUL AND HEART?
THE PROGRAMME "THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE BOMBING OF HIROSHIMA."
AT THE SAME TIME I HAVE TO LISTEN TO THEIR STORY, THEIR PAIN, THEIR
TOTAL WONDER AT WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO THEIR HOMES AND CITIES!
YES, I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT IT BROUGHT THE SECOND WORLD WAR TO A CLOSE. BUT AT WHAT COST TO THE WORLD AS A WHOLE.
"WE HOPE THIS WILL BE A WARNING TO THE JAPANESE MILITARY, COME ON BOYS LET'S GO HOME."
THESE WORDS FROM PRESIDENT TRUMAN AFTER THE RESULTS FROM THE "BOMBING" WAS GIVEN TO HIM.
THIS WAS 65 YEARS AGO TODAY, JUST THREE WEEKS BEFORE MY BIRTH, ON THE 1ST SEPTEMBER 1944.
WAS ACCORDINGLY, THE FINAL CONFLICT, FOR JUST THE THREAT OF THE SAME
HAPPENING AGAIN WAS TOO HORRENDOUS FOR THE WORLD TO COMPREHEND.
BUT DAYS LATER ANOTHER BOMB WAS DROPPED OVER NAGASAKI, AND THE WAR WITH JAPAN ENDED.
THE SECOND WORLD WAR CAME TO AN END.
THIS WAS DREAM WISHES....
YET, HERE WE ARE, ON THIS DAY 6TH AUGUST 2010. KNOWING THE DESTRUCTION CAUSED BY NUCLEAR WAR, THE WORLD HAS NOT LEARNT A DAMN THING.
YES WE HOPE, AND WE PRAY TO THE GOD OF OUR CHOOSING, THAT HE NEVER ALLOWS THIS TO HAPPEN AGAIN.
HANDS UP HOW MANY BELIEVE THIS, AND DO NOT FEAR, WHEN THEY HEAR OF INVASIONS AND IN-COUNTRY FIGHTING WITHIN THIS WORLD.
THERE WILL BE NO MORE
DREAM WISHES FOR ANYONE.
FOR RETALIATION IS AN EXPLOSIVE WORD.
THIS IS DREAM WISHES...
THE LEGEND OF THE DAISY.
as retold by M. C. Carey.
Lying out one day in a meadow, I reflected upon the old tales I had heard from the Elf.
Weeks of summer were passing, and I failed to trace him, and missed his fascinating stories.
The meadow sloped down to a hollow where an old well stood, grey stone with delicate fern, cool in the dark, clear depths fringing the water.
A gnarled old Elm spread leafy branches over me ; no sound was heard save for a reaper's sickle as the men whetted the blade and fell anew to work amid the golden corn.
A bantam cockerel crowed, and with the sound came other sounds upon my ear, a murmur as of tiny voices close at hand.
And then I knew, for in the meadow where I lay
"you scarcely tell
White daisies from white dew,"
and they grew in thousands, with their golden eyes open all day, ready to shut as night befell or shower passed.
Beloved of children, the Daisy stands for innocence, and from the
myriads of little flowers the story of their lives came wafted on the
summer air :
"Lo ! when a tiny babe, born upon earth, is carried
by the Angels back to God, Death's hand upon his little heart, the soul
of each sweet child longs to console the sorrowing mother, left on earth
to mourn for him. So eagerly the little hands scatter new and lovely
flowers for memory and tender cheer. One day, Malvinia, whose infant son
had but beheld the world and passed again, wept sorely, 'midst her
maidens. Suddenly one came to her and cried, 'Look, look ! Malvinia, we
have seen the babe you mourn. Cradled in rainbow-tinted mists he neared
us, and his little hands "out of the star girt bed, a harvest of new
flowers shed." See, here is one, the golden centre with a wreath of
silver leaves, just tinged with red, and as we watch them bend in the
tender breeze it seems a little child playing among green meadow grasses. Fret not, it is thy infant now in Heaven.' "
And thus unto this day the Daisy stands as an emblem of infancy, purity and love.
Called Marguerite and Pearl flower, the Daisy blooms near by St.
Margaret's Day, and men say that spring is not yet come until they can
place their foot on twelve at once. They call it Star of Italy, symbol of sweet Queen Margherita - her royal flower.
Of the Daisy, beloved of poets, down the ages comes many a tale which
tells of love's sacrifice when the Daisy was the flower that noble
spirits took when after death they came to bloom on earth. For once the
golden Belus lurked with her sister Nymphs in forest glade, queens of
But on a day as twilight fell, and the red sun glowed like a ball of
fire amid the trees, the Nymphs were dancing in an open space, and the
fair Belus with her lover looked so fresh and sweet that Vertumnus, the
guarding deity of Spring, was fascinated by her lithesome grace and
flew to her. her lover, jealous, raised his hand in ire, and the fair
Nymph, alarmed, turned herself into a chaste Daisy flower. And to this
day we see,
"Little Cyclops, with one eye
Staring to threaten and defy -The freak is over and behold !
A silver shield with boss of gold,
That spreads itself some fairy bold
In fight to cover."
I WISH - I WISH - I WISH
I wish that I were so very old, without a care and without a cold.
I wish that I were on the moon, eating it with a silver spoon.
I wish that I could reach up high, so very tall that I touch the sky.
I wish I could dance on my toes, be a ballerina, in sweet repose.
I wish I could sing like a bird of blue, or green, or yellow, any hue.
I wish I could write rhymes just like Dodie, some for me and some for Jody.
I wish the world would ring with love, happiness and turtle doves.
I wish so much as life goes by, for no more tears, and no more sighs.
I wish, but then I wish some more and wish that I was young once more.
Dorothy Milnes-Simm© 2009
WHERE SHALL WE GO ?
Where shall we go today and what shall we play when we get there?
Maybe we'll play some "hopscotch!" or what about "Simon says."
"I know a good one ," said Brumble Bee, "Let's all play I Spy!
And I give you my word this time that I won't take to the sky."
Then I went off to Fairy Land and there I did aspy
Many coloured fairies, flying gracefully , flying so high.
It was then I saw King Oberon dressed in his autumn green.
And guess who was standing by him? Yes, Titania his Queen.
I believe Molly set off to paradise, and there she met a prince
He greeted her with comforts, and milk chocolate, coated, quince.
They both rode on a Persian horse and to the air took flight,
I hear she's going back there, when next the stars shine bright.
And now we must away to bed, but first it's supper time,
We'll eat honey spread on softest bread and drink some sparkling wine.
Then snuggle down beneath the quilts all fluffy with white filled down,
Dream where we shall go tomorrow, until another supper time.
DodiesDreamWorld©November 21th 2009
WHAT IS IT YOU'RE WANTING, PUSSY CAT DEAR ?
What is you're wanting, Pussy Cat dear ?
A bubble of water, or a bright, shiney tear.
Maybe a violet to put in your fur,
Or even a diamond floating on air.
What is it you're saying froggy our friend ?
A sweet song to sing you, without any end.
Maybe Miss Mouse to marry one day,
Or even Miss Swan to carry you away.
What are you catching Tom Pixie so small ?
A fish in the pond, I fear none here at all.
Maybe some honey to fill up your tum,
Maybe a Fairy cake - yum! yum! yum! yum!