They Shall Not Age…

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Seventy years ago, Allied troops landed in Normandy, trying to recapture France from the Nazis. It was emotional watching real footage of the historic event and Laurence Binyon’s poem ‘For The Fallen’ came to mind. I watched open-mouthed as those young soldiers fought bravely and died so we could be free. I wish history would not repeat itself… There shouldn’t be any more wars, or murders or shedding of innocent blood. How I wish the world is a paradise!

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With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

For The Fallen By Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

For The Fallen was first published in the Times on September 21 1914. Laurence Binyon (1869-1943) wrote it while working at the British Museum, and did not go to the western front until 1916, as a Red Cross orderly. The poem’s fourth verse is now used all over the world during services of remembrance, and is inscribed on countless war monuments.

NP: This was originally published by ‘The Guardian’ Friday 14 November 2008.

Have a peaceful weekend my friends!

Much love, always.

Seyi David.

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Sniffing The Past…

 

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The smell of an orange was all it took, and Joan went into a frenzy, fuddled images of the past threatened to overwhelmed her. She hurried past startled pedestrians, mistakenly knocking over a bent old man walking with difficulty. She apologised profusely, quickening her pace. When she got home, she locked her flat securely and collapsed on the sofa, her breathing coming in quick, short gasps.

Twenty minutes later, Joan trudged to her bedroom, calmer but still trying to blot out the images in her head but the incessant rain falling with such vengeance only aggravated her over active imagination. The vivid memory of the trip to Lancashire and her sister’s disappearance was over twenty years ago, yet, a whiff of scent and she was back where she started.

How would she be able to escape the horror of her past? It was a rhetoric question to which she expected no answer.

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”Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.”

Bill Keane.

The above story is not the norm but sometimes we seemed locked with the negative memories of our past. It should be noted that not all memories are negative, nevertheless, living in the past in not always healthy, especially, if there’s no lessons learnt on past events. Dwelling on our past mistakes could drag us into the quagmire of depression. Someone once said ‘tomorrow is a mystery to be unravelled’ and I agree. I hope we would all have reasons to look forward to the future and enjoy our present.

Enjoy the rest of this week my friends and have a wonderful weekend!

Much love, always! :)

Seyi David.

 

 

 

In The Beginning… There Was Nothing…

 

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That was how it was.

The Beginning of time. Time is predominately the controller of our destiny, but then, I believe that in life, time would not have meaning without proper documentation. Therein lies the work of a writer. I’d always told all who cared to listen that I would die a writer, and I mean it. If I become the Prime Minister today, I won’t feel fulfilled if I stopped writing. It’s like the air I breathe. Almost all my friends knew of the recent event in my life, and that really crippled me somewhat because I sort of lost that desire to write… I simply lost interest but now, I’m back and it’s as if I’ve never taken a hiatus, I guess I simply needed to rest.

With that out of the way. I’ve been graciously invited by Sherri Matthews of www.sherrimatthewsblog.com to join in a blog hop, she splashed my shy face on her blog a few weeks ago and today, she’s my muse! :)

Here’s the lovely Sherri!

Sherri

Isn’t she gorgeous?

Sherri has worked in both the legal and medical fields but her defining and most fulfilling career was that of full-time mum for many years to her three, now grown children. Widowed young, remarried twice more, Sherri has faced many challenges, both in her home country of England and in California, where she lived and raised her family for almost 20 years.

The call of the pen beckoned throughout but it wasn’t until 2011 when Sherri lost her job due to office closure and her daughter was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome that she began to pursue her writing dream.

Now, while writing her first book*, Sherri writes articles, poetry, short-stories and flash fiction, some of which have been published in national UK magazines (Prima and Your Cat), as well as writing on her blog, ‘A View From My Summerhouse’.  She also guest blogs for a variety of websites.

Today, Sherri lives, writes, walks, gardens and takes endless photographs in the West Country of England, happily with her husband, daughter, two cats and a corn-snake called Charlie (her daughter’s, acquired after many years of persuasion).

In Sherri’s words, she passionately describes her writing career as progressive: Read that here:

”I can best define my writing process in a few short words: I fly by the seat of my pants. I struggle to rein in my writing discipline and have yet to attain a working balance, even though on an ideal day I get all my off-blog writing completed first thing in the morning before I dare check my emails.

However, ideal days don’t happen very often. So many writing projects vie for my attention and I know this is all-too common for many writers. I am learning, I hope, to listen to the writing voice that yells the loudest!

The problem is that I could write all day (on my book) and nothing else would get done. When I decide to take a ‘quick look’ on my blog, the day is lost. Certainly, I write every day. Just not on my book.

This is something I am working on changing and hope to achieve in the very near future. A cottage by the sea for six months without any internet would be very nice…maybe!

Still, I am making progress, albeit slowly! As I press on with my book, I am soon to have a poem and a ‘slice of life’ story published in two anthologies. I am also pursing ideas for putting together some of my poems, photographs and musings borne out of my private struggles (in pain and joy) while helping my beautiful ‘Aspie’ daughter navigate through life. 

It is only recently that I dared to call myself a ‘Writer’. Ultimately, I pursue the holy grail of writing so that I might, one day, be able to say that I am a ‘Published Author’.”

You can find a lot about Sherri on this awesome sites:

*Memoir Book Blurb: http://sherrimatthewsblog.com/memoir-book-blurb/

Blog:  www.sherrimatthewsblog.com

Facebook Page:  https://www.facebook.com/aviewfrommysummerhouse

LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/sherri-matthews/60/798/aa3

 

Sherri is a fantastic friend and a precocious writer. I can’t wait to devour her book when it’s out, hope you would too. Do me a favour and stop by her site to see what I’ve raved about! :)

It’s good to be back blogging fully. I would still be stopping by your blogs as soon as I could! Much love to you my friends and do enjoy the rest of this rainy week (at least in London!)

Peace! :)

Seyi David

Finding Solace…

 

 

My Dad

My dad, always with a smiling face! I got my giggles from him. I can remember him now with fondness!

Before I start on my ramblings, I want to use this medium to appreciate everyone who left a message on my website/blog, sent me poems, visited me at home when I was the least sociable, took me out to the cinema, sent beautifully written and thoughtful letters, dedicate a whole post on their blog to my dad ( Rosy, you have a heart of gold) I thank you all. From the depth of my heart, I am grateful.

 

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I found solace in God and my friends!

My dad wouldn’t want me to mope around the house in drags, besides, the old pal was, well, old (76, I thought he would at least hit 80) He didn’t die young, that thought and the simple fact that he loved life in all its entirety makes me want to live with one singularly purpose in mind, leave a footprint in the sand of time and make people happy than they would otherwise have been.

I’m certain I have missed loads of uplifting, hilarious, thoughtful, engaging, entertaining, and simply awesome posts. I would dive in with the force of a whirlwind and read to my heart’s content; though you’ll all bear with me, it may take a while to catch up and I had started already!

I have lots of things to share, some are pretty mundane (I’m even writing a book, not on death, but living) and others, well, I would make them up as we continue on this race of ours called living!

Thanks once again my friends, your friendship and kindness made my time away bearable. I found my solace in God and You my friends

I love you guys! :)

Seyi David

Circle Of Life

 

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Goodbye Dad!

 

Life is a circle and my dad has completed his own. He passed away from this realm this morning, free from pain at last.

I appreciate every one who has prayed for me and my family at this difficult time. I would be taking a month off, to prepare for his burial. Thank you so much, I am grateful for your love, God bless you all.

Much love,

Seyi David

The Gift

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This man reminds me of my dad. Fiercely optimistic of the future…

Everyday is a gift.

A chance to begin again.

But what would happen when you’re facing the imminent loss of someone you love very much?

I’ve been scarce for a while because my dad is very ill. Although he’s pushing towards 80 and has been ill for almost 13 years, I can’t seem to release him. His illness made him very weak and saddled with old age, he’s sinking away fast. Unlike the hunk of a man I remembered growing up, he’s now withered and grey but still, I just don’t want to let go. The  poem below is just a kind of tribute, to summarise how much I love him.

Skating towards the sunset

Your smile melts my heart.

Scooping me up in your arms,

my heart danced with joy.

You said you’ll not let me drown,

that life is like a river.

But when I surround myself with kindness,

I would find help in the storm.

That I would ride on the back of love and rest on the crest of kindness

I don’t want you gone dad!

Stay with me a while.

Please!

I have missed many posts, please bear with me and I’ll be back soon. I would appreciate your prayers friends. I hope this month would be peaceful, joyous, and prosperous!

Much love, always!

Seyi David

The Professor’s Dilemma!

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(Photo credit: Flickr)

 

A very brilliant professor with multiple PhD was in a village and wanted to go to the next village, and the only way was through the river. He spotted a boy manning a canoe and hired him to take him across. As the boy paddled on, the professor stared at the water and his eyes strayed to a leaf floating on the river.

‘Do you know anything about botany?’ The professor asked suddenly.

The boy looked at him and replied,

‘No sir!’

‘You’ve lost five percent of your life!’

The poor boy was saddened by the news. A few minutes passed by and the professor asked again,

‘Do you know anything about hydrology?’

The boy looked on in despair and replied slowly,

‘No!’

‘Then you have lost another five percent of your life!’ Came the verdict.

The poor boy continued paddling down the fast-moving river. The professor looked up at the bright blue sky and asked with a self-righteous grin on his bearded face,

‘Do you know anything about astronomy?’

The boy merely shook his head.

Gleefully, the professor declared, ‘then you have lost another five percent of your life.’

The boy ignored the professor as he battled with his canoe because the weather had suddenly taken a turn for the worse. The Professor watched uneasily as the wind howled and ripped through the tiny canoe, sensing fear in his passenger, the boy asked with a mischievous grin on his flushed face,

‘Do you know anything about swimming?’

‘No son!’ The hapless professor replied as his countenance fell.

‘Then you have lost hundred percent of your life.’ The boy said as he bailed out of the stricken canoe.

 

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I don’t know your take on this story but I find it a bit funny. We can’t all know everything about life, and we shouldn’t look down on people less fortunate than we are. I wish you all a lovely, fun-filled week!

Much love, always!

:)