Integrity Will Be The Real Winner [Rev]

Integrity - everybody knows what integrity is, make a movie,

make a series, describe a hero with nobility and give him a

sidekick who has issues - but is striving towards honour and

you have a winner, we hang on their lips, watch their every

move, enjoy every gesture and word - corruption is the real

evil and probity the real winner in all issues everywhere

 

Though corruption is synonymous with politics, the world

runs on integrity & outside the corrupt power circles normal

human beings are living life with morality intact, they say that

10% of all people are incorruptible & another 10% are totally

corrupt, and the 80% in between these extremes are neutral

and will follow the group that leads - but ALL groups love

 

decency and all stories that illustrate this concept graphically

are the most popular - which shows that though it looks as if

corruption is set to win, in the end integrity will be the real

winner and it has always been…

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This is why the Harry Potter series is so immensely popular

and the Diskworld series by Sir Terry Pratchett is the most

marvelous reading matter there is, if the subject matter does

not teach or paint a picture of beauty, I’m not interested

 

People being nasty or suffering pain is not fun, entertainment

glorifying the empty lifestyle of unthinking, greedy people is a

waste of time, we choose our friends carefully and reading

matter even more so as these images and ideas accompany

 

Us into eternity and I wouldn’t teach my brain that jealousy

and ugliness can be deemed okay - humour and absurdity

are fine within the confines of enjoyable comedy, of course

A Day Of Benediction And Razzamatazz

This is a day of benediction, I feel so blessed having

housework to do and ENJOYING doing it, feeling my

heart singing within me - ‘Alice in Wonderland’ on my

laptop screen and memories of joy in my mind of the

 

Best times in my childhood when grandma Alice and

us did housework - cleaning everything in sight, with

photographs of The Duchess & me carrying baskets

around, I’m  wearing Tom Thumb’s old rugby shorts

 

And never realized clothes and money were in short

supply, for the school's yearly class concert I borrowed

Tom Thumb’s Sunday suit to be the announcer in our

show and I inherited the Duchess’ Sunday gowns -

 

I wonder what she had to wear then, maybe I’ll never

know - I was walking around in the ill-fitting clothes of

the Queen of Hearts when I was summoned to help a

well-to-do friend to study for class - and she never

 

Invited me again - now I understand, but it makes me

laugh - I had so much fun, clothes did not bother me -

except when they were too big, and today I’m having

just as much of a good time, reading in between

 

Doing the laundry, dreaming about old romantic songs  

like Esther & Avi Ofarim's Cinderella Rockefella 

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Cinderella Rockefella - Esther and Avi Ofarim -

Track 9 on ‘Die Ofarim-Story’

You're the lady, You're the lady that I love

I'm the lady, the lady, who - You're the lady

You're the lady that I love - I'm the lady, the

lady, who - You're the little lady, I'm the little lady

Ooh --- I love your touch - Thank you so much

I love your eyes - That's very nice

I love your chin - Say it again

I love your chinny chin chin

You're the feller - You're the feller that rocks me

Rockefeller, Rockefeller - You're the fella

You're the fella that rocks me - Rockefeller, Rockefeller

You're my Rockefella - I'm your Rockefella

Ooh - I love your face - It's in the right place

I love your mind - That's very kind

I love your jazz - Razzamatazz (2X)

 You're the lady - You're the lady that I love

I'm the lady, the lady who - You're the fella

You're the fella that rocks me -Rockefella, Rockefella

You're my Rockefella - You're my Cinderella

Ooh - I love you (5X)

https://genius.com/Esther-and-avi-ofarim-cinderella-rockefella-lyrics

https://youtu.be/ZXIoEl53T-I

Life At Home Such A Pleasure

I used to think it would be great to live in a library

with a small kitchen in a corner, but it is a million

times better to have a laptop in the corner of the

kitchen and eat and drink, and I’m always part of

preparations for every meal, although, of course

 

Loud noises are disconcerting with a Tinker Bell

walking up and down with Rocky’s tinkling: I also

walk up and down tinkling in Hi-Tech’s and for all

these things I have wireless headphones to block

the noise and give me peace of mind; it is great

 

To take a break between reading and typing by

doing the dishes and putting the crockery away,

and when turning away from my laptop I’m seen

as a successful domestic worker for being in the

kitchen all the time - this arrangement is making

 

Life at home such a pleasure - & I can drink tea

and coffee to my heart’s desire all day long!

Living With A Song In My Heart

My dad Conan the Barbarian is the perfect person to whom

the lyrics of ‘Burning Bridges’* apply, he burned his bridges

everywhere especially to the hearts of his sons, my brothers

Attila the Hun, Peter Pan and Tom Thumb, Conan refused to

listen to good advice from Peter regarding his pension - lost

 

Half of everything to the revenue and gave the rest to Tom

Thumb who squandered it with glee figuring life owed him for

having to grow up with Conan the Barbarian as father figure -

my dad estranged everyone, except the truly humble salt-of-

the-earth types who could see behind the mask - all the love

 

And pain that made him into an archetypal Conan: I liked the

illiterate types my dad brought home, but deplored a soft heart

that made him an easy target for every poverty-stricken parasite,

when I was small I didn’t know that he saw law of possession

as an obstacle to his providing for the underprivileged, as he

 

Pillaged and pilfered, I sat on a glass mountain and stared at

the stars dreaming about the fairy tales that would become the

Diskworld series created by Terry Pratchett - - dad’s presence

in my life left me inured to joining the ranks of the sycophants

serving rich politicians - and I thank him also for choosing

 

The Queen of Hearts as consort - & for my three wonderful

brothers and most of all, for my twin sis The Duchess, who

always bullied everyone daring to mess with me, Conan did

the most important things right: he married my mother and

collected books, music and stories so that I could become

 

Alice in Wonderland living with a song in my heart…

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Lewis Carroll: ‘Alice in Wonderland’

[https://www.alice-in-wonderland.net/wp-content/uploads/alice-in-wonderland.pdf]

 

*Mike Curb Congregation - Burning Bridges

(from 'Kelly's Heroes') Lyrics

[https://www.songlyrics.com/mike-curb-congregation/burning-bridges-from-kelly-s-heroes-lyrics/]

 Friends all tried to warn me

But I held my head up high

All the time they warned me

But I only passed them by

They all tried to tell me

But I guess I didn't care

I turned my back and

Left them standing there

 

All the burning bridges that have fallen after me

All the lonely feelings and the burning memories

Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door

Burning bridges lost forevermore

 

Joey tried to help me find a job

A while ago

When I finally got it I didn't want to go

The party Mary gave for me

When I just walked away

Now there's nothing left for me to say

 

All the burning bridges that have fallen after me

All the lonely feelings and the burning memories

Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door

Burning bridges lost forevermore

 

Years have passed and I keep thinking

What a fool I've been

I look back into the past and

Think of way back then

I know that I lost everything I thought I that could win

I guess I should have listened to my friends

 

All the burning bridges that have fallen after me

All the lonely feelings and the burning memories

Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door

Burning bridges lost forevermore

 

Burning bridges lost forevermore

Trapeze Artist Tumbling To The Ground

I’m a trapeze artist balancing on the edge of a headache

kept at bay by drinking my tea with salt and thus far I’m

home free, even an argument about Magnetite Street did

not escalate  into a conflict as I kept sipping salted tea, if

I’m lucky, I can flee the threatening headache by jumping

 

Into the pool, time is short, pressure is building behind my

eyes & my ears are ringing something fierce, this trapeze

artist is tumbling to the ground and going outside will be

my safety net, after cooling down I can return to the fable

on my screen, John Gay writing about politicians being so

 

Dishonest because they can only be elected if they can

disgrace opponents through falsehood and dishonesty, it

is fun to read the doggerel in which the fable lines unfold

and these moral tales make me realize, though my dad

truly was Conan the Barbarian, I prefer it to the lies that

 

Cause rural people to despise all leaders in positions of

power which they use to fleece everyone unlucky enough

to live in a so-called civilised society….

 

https://www.gutenberg.org/files/26199/26199-h/26199-h.htm

 

English Interpretation of Demain - Victor Hugo

Tomorrow at dawn just as the sun is rising over the horizon,

I shall leave as I know you are waiting for me, I shall make

my way through the forest and over the mountain as I can’t

stay away from you any longer; I shall be walking with my

 

Eyes fixed on my thoughts, without taking any notice of the

world around me, ears closed to all sound, a lonely stranger

with bent back and folded hands, with a feeling of sadness,

and I know the day will seem to be as dark as night to me

 

I shan’t turn my eyes to watch the golden sunset or to look

at at the sails of ships on their way to Harfleur visible on the

far horizon; when I get to your grave I’ll hand you a bouquet

made up of green holly and festooned with heather blooms

 

“Demain Dès L’aube”  - Victor Hugo

 

Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne, Je

partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends. J’irai par la forêt,

j’irai par la montagne. Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi

plus longtemps.

 

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées, sans rien

voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit, seul, inconnu,

le dos courbé, les mains croisées, triste, et le jour pour

moi sera comme la nuit.

 

Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe, ni les voiles au

loin descendant vers Harfleur, et quand j’arriverai, je

mettrai sur ta tombe un bouquet de houx vert et de

bruyère en fleur.

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My gunsteling Franse gedig - so hartseer en so mooi.

Daar is ‘n letterlike vertaling op die Internet, maar ek

verkies om dit te interpreteer in ‘n styl wat die gevoel

oordra.  Die digter sit af na sy dogter se graf & beskryf

sy hartseer so treffend soos Totius in sy gedig “O die

pyngedagte, my kind is dood” 

Haunted German Ballad - LILOFEE

A wild water sprite was courting the king's daughter, the

beautiful young Lilofee, in the castle high above the lake

 

Down below in the deep lake she heard bells ringing and

wanted to see father & mother again - and as she stood

 

Before the gate of the castle high above the lake, all the

leaves and green grass parted before the beautiful young

 

Lilofee - and when she came out of church in front of the

castle high above the lake, there he stood again, the wild

 

Water Sprite, in front of the beautiful young Lilofee, ‘Speak,

do you want to leave the castle high above and go down

 

With me deep into the lake, your children below weep for

you, beautiful young Lilofee.’ ‘I shan’t let my little children

 

In the deep lake weep for me, I shall leave green leaves

and grass behind, poor me, young Lilofee’

 

[The full story - eerie and haunting]

 

The Wild Water Sprite & The Beautiful Young Lilofee

A wild water sprite came courting the beautiful, young Lilofee

in the castle high above the lake, he constructed a bridge in

front of the castle for her to walk on and then the water sprite

pulled her down in the deep where she spent seven years &

she gave him seven children, the beautiful, young Lilofee

 

One day she heard the bells chime above at the castle high

above the lake and wanted to see her mother and father and

when she left the church next to the castle the wild water sprite

was waiting for her - ‘Do you want to go down with me - your

children there are crying for you or let us split up the children

 

then I take three and you take three, and we shall divide the

seventh one, then I take half and you take half’ - she replied

‘Before dividing the children, I’d rather go back deep down

away from green grass and leaves, poor me, young Lilofee’

 

Example of Original German Volkslieder - LILOFEE

Es freit ein wilder Wassermann

in der Burg wohl über dem See.

Des Königs Tochter wollt er han,

Die schöne junge Lilofee.

 

Sie hörte drunten Glocken gehn

Im tiefen, tiefen See,

Wollt‘ Vater und Mutter wiedersehn,

Die schöne, junge Lilofee.

 

Und als sie vor dem Tore stand

Auf der Burg wohl über dem See,

Da neigt sich Laub und grünes Gras

Vor der schönen, jungen Lilofee.

 

Und als sie aus der Kirche kam

Vor der Burg wohl über dem See,

Da stand der wilde Wassermann

Vor der schönen, jungen Lilofee.

 

„Sprich, willst du hinuntergehn mit mir

Von der Burg wohl über dem See?

Deine Kindlein unten weinen nach dir,

Du schöne, junge Lilofee.

 

„Und eh ich die Kindlein weinen laß

Im tiefen, tiefen See, Scheid ich von

Laub und grünem Gras,

Ich arme, junge Lilofee.“

 

[aus der Gegend von Joachimsthal , 1813 – diese Version in

Zupfgeigenhansl 1908]

 

[The legend is represented in statues and architectural design

elements in the cities and parks of Germany]

 

[https://www.volksliederarchiv.de/es-freit-ein-wilder-wassermann-1813/]

[https://lilofee.kuschick.eu/biography/the-german-legend-of-lilofee/]

For Precious

Young African female - we think we are immune

to the pain caused - when a lecturer blames the

spokesperson for the group of students working

all weekend long - finding it almost impossible

 

To get to class on Monday morning, I explained

for everyone - now he hates my guts and sends

barbed comments my way all the time while I’m

in class, my marks fell to 75% from 80% before

 

Maxwell says leadership is good, but now I ask

when your heart is soft & your life is short, does

it mean I have to live in sadness for the cause?

She Found Wasps Had Stings

From the earliest times people have been telling fables to

warn young people against sycopants who use flattery to

put their victims at ease & then exploit or hurt them, wise

men told kids that they are in charge and can chase

 

Sycopants away, the flattery and compliments do not put

anyone under the obligation to suffer bad company of any

kind and if the kids did not listen and got into trouble, they

would only have themselves to blame

 

FABLE VIII  Lady and Wasp

 

What stupid nonsense must Beauty endure in

diurnal duty, buzzing and whispers from stores

of the fatuities of bores, yet such impertinence

must be pleasing, or Beauty would resent such

 

Teazing: a flap will drive a fly away, a frown will

drive a dog to bay, so if the insects are persistent

'twas Beauty that was inconsistent & if she does

not know herself, blame not the persecuting elf

 

It chanced upon a summer day that Beauty in her

boudoir lay, the best work of God's fair creatures

contemplated her faultless features, but a wasp

assailed her so reclined, bred of a persecuting

 

Kind, he advanced, then retreated, till Beauty's face

grew hot & she smote him with her fan as she said

‘Wasps are excessively ill bred’ but the wasp replied

‘Alas before you blame me, look in your mirror

 

'Twas your beauty which caused me to presume;

those cherry lips, that youthful bloom, allured me

from the peaches to Beauty which of course the

soul o'erreaches’ --- ‘Don't hit him’ Beauty cried

 

‘The race of wasps is much belied; I must recant

what I have said, wasps are remarkably well bred’

away Sir Sting fled - went boasting amongst his

friends Beauty toasting; and as his burgundy he

 

Sips, he showed the sugar on his lips, away the

greedy host then gathered, where they thought

dalliance fair was feathered, they fluttered round

her, sipped her tea, and lived in quarters fair and

 

Free; nor were they banished, till she found that

wasps had stings and felt the wounds & cried

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FABLES OF JOHN GAY

(SOMEWHAT ALTERED - Altered some more)

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