Monday, February 23, 2015

Cave Sedem!!!!!

Cave Sedem!

Beware the deadly Sitting habit,
Or, if you sit, be like the rabbit,
Who keepeth ever on the jump
By springs concealed beneath his rump.

A little ginger ‘neath the tail
Will oft for lack of brains avail;
Eschew the dull and slothful seat,
And move about with willing feet.

Man was not made to sit a-trance
And press, and press, and press his pants;
But rather, with an open mind,
To circulate among his kind.

And so my child, avoid the snare
Which lurks within a cushioned chair;
To run like hell, it has been found,
Both feet must be upon ground.

Theodore F. McManus (1800 something until he died.  )
(probably of too much exercise.)

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

To Sleep, Perchance

Sleeping Woman, 1890


 Theo van Rysselberghe (1862-1926)

To Sleep, Perchance

When I rouse at night—
Mired in bedclothes,
Twisted in pajamas,
Wrestling every wrinkle—
Then I understand better
How it is to tire of the body—
To think it might be time to wake up.
To wake up and finally
Get out of bed.

 Rhonda Palmer