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Excuses, Excuses

Every time I think of the word “excuses”, it is this poem  (Excuses, Excuses by Gareth Owen) that comes to mind!

However, the excuses I mean to give, for my prolonged absence from each of your blogs, will, I hope, be better received :D!

I just went through the list of posts, from the recent past, and the recentest (LOL, how I love inventing words.. a blogger’s literary license! ) serious piece of writing must be the book (non) reviews I had done, and a bit of versiful  ( 😀 ) thinking…

excuses

 

 

 

 

 

 

To re-word, with a heart full of gratitude to Gareth Owen who wrote the Original, here is my

“Excuses, Excuses”  😛

Late again, lady?
My blog’s been waiting for you
What’s the excuse this time?

Not my fault, folks!

Whose fault is it then?

My back, folks, it kinda gave up!

OH! What did it do?

It started popping discs, folks!!

CRIPES! Seriously?

Seriously  all right folks!

That’s a repeat of the excuse last year this time too!
And this, when we have so many lovely posts to share!!!

I know, dear folks. It’s very upsetting, truly it is!

How many discs did pop out this time?

None all that bad, folks,
Just sounds more dramatic when I say it that way!! 😛
But well, it is pretty bad! (Still is, a wee bit!)

None? We’re confused! But we’ll take your word on it!

What about recently, girl?
Where’ve you been?
We heard you were back in December!
And it’s February now! *frowns in place*

You missed some awesome posts
Fresh from a thought oven of the
Choicest Bloggers Minds!

That was another thing, folks!
You see, I had a wedding to attend!

For two whole months?

Well of course, folks. It was my son’s! 😀
I couldn’t just go to it.
I had to plan it first! 😀

Oh. Ok then, but that got done a while ago, right?
Two weeks on from that aren’t we?
So what’s the excuse now?

Uh. Oh. You’ve been keeping track of the FB pics, I see!
Then you would have read my latest one?
I work in a school, you see,
And there was this Annual Day Programme, just yesterday!
And there was this programme, Prabudhdha Bharatam..
And there were nearly 250 plus children we managed to get on stage
And there was-

Alright, alright… we get the picture (we’ll have to see it too, soon, I guess!)
Till then, we have very little choice, we suppose
Except perhaps to excuse you, or just not wait for you!

Oh please, oh please, I’d like to say
How wonderful you’ve all been, always…
And till the next time
My back troubles (not anytime soon, definitely :D)
Or I have a wedding to plan (another 25 years,min. :P)
Or another Annual Day to help put up (uh-oh..another year)

Do please, pretty please, excuse me 🙂

You will, won’t you?

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

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Do read the original poem by Gareth Owen, from the link posted, or else, if you’re rushed, here it is:

Excuses, Excuses

Late again, Blenkinsop?
What’s the excuse this time?
Not my fault, sir.
Whose fault is it then?
Grandma’s,sir.
Grandma’s.What did she do?
She died,sir.
Died?
She’s seriously dead all right,sir.
That makes four grandmothers this term
And all on PE days, Blenkinsop.
I know. It’s very upsetting, sir.
How many grandmothers have you got, Blenkinsop?
Grandmothers, sir? None, sir.
None?
All dead, sir.
And what about yesterday, Blenkinsop?
What about yesterday,sir?
You missed math.
That was the dentist, sir.
The dentist died?
No,sir. My teeth, sir.
You missed the test, Blenkinsop.
I’d been looking forward to it too, sir.
Right, line up for PE.
Can’t, sir.
No such word as can’t. Why can’t you?
No kit, sir.
Where is it?
Home, sir.
What’s it doing at home?
Not ironed,sir.
Couldn’t you iron it?
Can’t do it, sir.
Why not?
Bad hand,sir.
Who usually does it?
Grandma, sir.
Why couldn’t she do it?
Dead, sir.

Gareth Owen

😀

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Thank you very very much for being here, even when I have been absent. And do give me a bit more time to start afresh with my reading and appreciating of your blogs!
God Bless.

2 February, 2012

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Waxing and Waning

Am I here, or there

Nowhere? Yet everywhere?

Around you, in the scent,
Irresolute, and indefinable,
A whiff, that comes upon the
Light breeze of memories?

Or the heaviness of reality?

The tides turn, tuned to
A testy treacle moon
As you do, and I…

Awash, washed away,
Smothered, cloying

The fragrance of love
Sometimes
Is overpowering.

I am, therefore,
Waxing poetic,
In the light of the
Waning moon.

Still, longing,
Yearning, as that
Fox… Unrequited.

Unrepentant.

12 July, 2011

 


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Reasons and Seasons

Did I ever need reason?
Realization dawned.
Just yesterday.

When, all of a sudden
The masks fell, and
Dammed emotion
Broke its bounds.

In our million moments
Togetherness – taken for granted?
Acceptance – given, denied
Rationalized, ignored.

Do I know you?
Am I still that mystery
You claimed I was?

The hurricane of trauma
When it struck
Put us on that hurdy-gurdy
Of an endless roller-coaster ride.
Pain. How many kinds are there?
All I know is this:
Each day I find one more.

And yet.
A Blessing.
A Benediction.
Invisible, tightly bound
Strongly held,
We were pulled together-
Into the eye of the storm.

Limp, spent, exhausted
We just hold each other close.
No more words-
Only tears – each drop, gracious
Each, only ours – not yours, not mine.

It is the season of knowing
Of Thanksgiving
Of Completeness-
Finding one more piece of
Each other-
That fit, just so right.

That’s reason enough.
For now.

7 April, 2011