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Writer’s Section…

WRITER’S SECTION

#Be sure to ask the author   opendablog[at]gmail [dot]com  for permission to use any of these stuff!

poems, stories, thoughts….will come here shortly


Advice
It’s no use giving good advice unless you have the wisdom to go with
it.
Neither give cherries to pigs nor advice to a fool.
Good advice often comes from a fool.
It is foolish to scorn advice but more foolish to take all advice.
Don’t throw away the dirty water until you are sure you have clean
water.
If you have to give advice to lovers find out what they want first and
advise them to do that.
The ambitious man is seldom at peace.
A gentle answer quells the anger.
Don’t go to the goat’s shed if it’s wool you’re seeking.
There’s no point in keeping a dog if you are going to do your own
barking.

Wisdom
A man begins cutting his wisdom teeth the first time he bites off
more than he can chew.
Taking the second thoughts means taking the first steps to wisdom.
A questioning man is half way to begin wise.
The wisest words ever written were the ten commandments. The
most foolish words were written by those who ignored them.
The wisest man sees the least, says the least, but prays the most.
A word to the wise is enough.
A small leak will sink a great ship.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
Truth has a gude face but raggit claes.
Truth will aye stand without a prop.
A wise man wavers, a fool is fixed.

Proverbs on Human Conduct.
If you see wrong-doing or evil and say nothing against it, you become
its victim.
One who refuses to obey cannot command.
The saying is, “Visit a foreign country and respect its citizens,” and
not “Visit a foreign country and act better than its citizens.”
If you build a poor wooden bridge across the river, it never seems to
rot until you have to cross it yourself.
It is easier to put out the fire in the house of neighbors than to deal
with the smoke in one’s own house

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep.
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

IT’S AN ART

To keep a sense of balance
To fight for your own stance
To lead a normal life
Without much strife
Neither giving in to temptations
Nor fearing tribulations
Is an art to be mustered

To remain balance
To control your destiny
To resist  tremendous pressures
Without  changing attitude
Without altering your sense
Is an art to be mustered

To live for a reason
To know your mission
To keep your vission
Without loosing hope
Without failing to Cope
Is an art to be mustered.

Without mustering this art
Tackling life with brawn and brawn
You will keep opening doors to open rooms
with doors to other open rooms
You will live and die
Without knowing why you lived.

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APPRECIATE CHANGE!

by edwin siundu

Its much astounding
how people forget
the strength we get today
comes from yesterday
the ascent we’ve got
Is as result of previous failures

Though yesterday’s important
much attention to it,
we loose the present reality.
though yesterday should be preserved;
Can’t stay at it withouth missing the present blessing.

Its not logical either
when we fit ourselves back
In the old clothes and habits,
which are crippling small of us now,
clothes that brought us shame
habits that made us lame

we fit ourselves
in our old round holes
Not big enough to hold us
Not knowing the world is growing
so we hate change
we hate remaining the same

slaves of ourselves
enslaved by our customs and laws
can’t adapt to the world
can’t adapt the world to us
things changed overnight
but we remain staud

To see the reality
we got to adjust our vission
Its no longer about  tribes
Its about nationalism
its no longer about race
its about ability

lets see change as a norm
not cause of alarm
instead of hiding in old holes
come out of the closet
and appreciate the change.

more coming later. i bounce for now.

 

3 responses to “Writer’s Section…

  1. christyne

    June 17, 2009 at 7:24 am

    mmmmmmmh………amazing!

     
  2. edwin siundu mutala

    July 16, 2010 at 1:58 pm

    nice project man.sooo… good!

     

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