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W. Cleopia

W. Cleopia

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I'm a lunatic with a frying pan
Gimmie a spoon and I'll see if I can
Make the biggest racket you've ever heard
Just to prove that I'm a complete nerd...


Hey there and thanks for looking at me thread! It contains a few poems/songs and a short story which I've put in this post, so you won't have to go searching though the pages. Happy reading! :]

(constructive criticism and comments very welcome! And I don't mind if someone tells me that something's really bad if they also tell me how to make it better! :D)




Poems

Morning Mayhem
This tale of mine starts at two in the morning
The whole house was quiet, besides someone snoring
It was a hot, humid night and I couldn’t sleep
So I set off for the kitchen to have something to eat

Once there, I heaved open the door of our fridge
And off its shelf, a jug of water slid
I made a dive to catch it, but was too late
There was a room quickly turned into a lake

I tried to drink the water up off the floor
And found it still dirty from the day before
I sunk my teeth in a pudding to get rid of the taste
But then dropped it on the floor in my great haste

I looked around for either a mop or a broom
Found a brush and dustpan and thought they would do
Grabbed them off the bench and quickly swung ‘round
And in turn, knocking the biscuit jar onto the ground

I’m telling you, I wasn’t trying to make such a mess!
But I even had stains on the front of my nightdress
Well, at least, after all this, I really felt beat
And decided it was time to go get some sleep

So I went off to bed and started snoring
To be started awake later that morning
I think someone had found the mess I’d made
And intended to scream it to the entire State

I went to the kitchen and found it in an uproar
There was food everywhere and water on the floor
Mum’s screams could’ve woken up the whole town
She’s an opera singer and can make quite a sound!

Dad had heard the screams and came rushing in
He had to holler to be heard above all the din
“What’s happening here? Who’s been murdered?”
“Oh, John!” Mum exclaimed, “We’ve been burgled!”

Running into the room, then came old Uncle ‘Dumb’
Looking bedraggled and waving his World War I gun
“I’ll Save You!” He roared, letting loose a round
As the bullets went flying, we all dove to the ground

Hearing the shots, my sister called the police
Two arrived within minutes, armed down to the teeth
With experienced eyes they summed up the room
Which looked like the remains of a whooping typhoon

They called for backup then came cautiously in
But one slipped on my pudding and smashed into the bin!
Rubbish and dinner scraps spilled out onto the poor cop
His partner laughed at her, then received a face full of slop

The constable looked surprised and then rather cross
And revengefully grabbed some jelly and gave it a toss
But he missed his target and the jelly bounced on the floor
Flew in the air and splattered on Grumpy Gram’s jaw.

Later, just as there came the first streaks of daylight
The police backup arrived to find a full fledged food fight.
They watched as food and curses got thrown everywhere
Then grinned and added pillows feathers to the already thick air

Smoke started to stream in from somewhere
And was soon very thick in the cold morning air
Standing out of the way, I couldn’t watch anymore.
Knowing who was to blame, I crept out the door…



If I was a fly…
If I was a fly,
I’d fly around you.
Enthusiastically drive you nutty,
To see what you’d do.

There’s enough for two.
So I’ll land in your dinner
Everyone claps at me
‘Cause they know I’m a winner.

I’ll frustrate you to pieces
Hang around you all day
Do my best to be annoying
“Hey! Hey! Wanna play?”

If I was a fly,
I wouldn’t last a day
With your fly swat
I would very soon pass away.

But at least I’d die happy
And though I have a low IQ
I’m smart enough to know all I want
Was to spend my life with you.

Even though it killed me. Haha! :p



Today
Live everyday like it will be your last
Because when the day’s over, it’s forever past
The sun will always slowly close its eyes
And to today we all say our goodbyes

Live today to it's fullest, while you're still around,
Before it turns to history -- never more to be found.
Remember, my friend, before you hit the rack,
That once today's gone, you can’t get it back.




Songs

Smile
Don’t start again
Don’t let the rain soak you
Hold on, my friend
Don’t let the world mould you
Keep standing tall
Don’t let the storm fall you
Can’t take no more
But nothing’ll take your strength from you

Cause when you frown
You bring us all down
Don’t submit
You’re tougher than this

Don’t forget – Smile
Twist your face – Smile
Take a breath – Smile
Through the tears, pain, joys and rain
Come and laugh – Smile
Don’t be sad – Smile
It's not so bad – Smile
Let your smile shine through
Cause when you smile, the world ain’t seem so blue

When you feel sad
Come cry on my shoulder
It’s not so bad
The storm’ll soon pass over
When the rain stops
The sun will comes to dry
Get up, look and see
Things you've passed by

Learn to laugh
At everything that’s passed
Don’t give in
It’s better to win.

Don’t forget – Smile
Twist your face – Smile
Take a breath – Smile
Through the tears, pain, joys and rain
Come and laugh – Smile
Don’t be sad – Smile
It's not so bad – Smile
Let your smile shine through
Cause when you smile, the world ain’t seem so blue



I Wish I Knew
When you feel like all around you
Your walls are falling down
The weights are too heavy
Your feet drag on the ground

You’re lying here, in the dust
The tears stream from eyes
Your heart can’t take another day
With all the hurt it holds inside

But know, when you feel down
And you don’t know others are around
Who would take your hand, if only they knew
And when the world comes to an end
And you can’t find a single friend
You’re just holding, hiding all that pain inside of you…

That came from where, I wish I knew

I know that you’re trying
You’re gonna hold your head up high
You’re holding out your wings
But you just can’t seem to fly

Sometimes you feel you’ve taken flight
And the wounds and sorrows heal
But it comes again for a deeper bite
And back, ground wards you wheel

But know, when you feel down
And you don’t know others are around
Who would take your hand, if only they knew
And when the world comes to an end
And you can’t find a single friend
You’re just holding, hiding all that pain inside of you…

That came from where, I wish I knew

But, please, whatever you do
Don’t give up your hope
And whatever they say
I’m always here with my rope

To pull you back up whenever you’re down
I’ll never let you fall, I’ll always be around
I’ll tug you up to safety whenever you’re lost
I’ll be your hope when the seas have you tossed

And know, when you feel down
You really do have friends around
Who would be with you, if only they knew
And when the world comes to an end
And you can’t see a single friend
You’re just holding, hiding all that pain inside of you…

And it’s hurting me too

But I’m always there for you.



Loving From Within
Through the night
I know there’ll always be bad times
Through the day
I know our strength won’t always prevail

Here and now
We’re bonded with our own home-made glue
And if it breaks
We’ll feel it tear our souls right through

But I feel inside
Though hearts will be broken
We’ll fix them and leave nothing behind

Here’s an arm
Here’s a shoulder
They’ll always be there
Here’s a hand
While we get older
Or when we’re scared
Give and take
Take and give
It’s the endless pact of Loving From Within

I hope you know
Just how much you’ve changed me so
Growing up
Has always been painfully tough
Up the creek
I know you’re there beside me to row

But the strength of love
Will heal our hearts right over
Take my hand and take on whatever might become

[Bridge]
And if I start to fall
I know you’re there beside me –to pull me back up
We’ll keep each other standing tall.




Short Stories

Grape Pains
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The Journal Entries of Jordan
Part One
Part Two
(to be continued)
 
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Here is a short story I did for school. It's based on a true story...


Grape Pains

Grapes. Never before in my entire short life of 12 years had I seen so many grapes! They were everywhere! On my left was a row of grape vines which twisted around a bend so I couldn’t see its end, but I knew it was long. Real long, and there were so many of these rows! And every single one of those grape vines were covered in these great big grape bunches. That equalled heaps of grape vines, which equalled masses of grapes.
And there I was, along with a bunch of backpackers with Irish and French accents, trying to pick them. Every single one. We had been at it for what seemed to me like a very long time and I was thirsty, grumpy and stinking hot. Why oh why did I volunteer for this job? Dad had asked my brothers, sisters and I the previous night whether we’d like to earn some money picking grapes in some guy’s vineyard. I, of course (you great big ninny) had said ‘yes’. At the time, I thought it was great! How ignorant I was back then! I was I lot wiser now and I knew that never again would I accept a grape picking job.
‘Never ever again,’ I said to myself, savagely squeezing the handles of my secateurs.
I yelped suddenly as the secateurs’ blades came together, cutting a small vine which made a grape bunch fall to the ground. I looked at my bleeding thumb, which had also been in the path of the secateurs. Oh joy.
I let myself indulge in a moment of self-pity as a drop of blood fell and joined the bunch of grapes. Mum, two of my siblings and I had risen from bed at four-thirty this morning. 4:30 am! Such an uncivilized hour, and it wasn’t even light! We had arrived at the vineyard and started picking grapes, with a bunch of other people, at about six. About four hours ago. And in that time I had swallowed a fly, missed three vines because of bees, got scared out of my wits by a red-back spider and was starting to feel like a steak on a barbeque. The sun was hot, I was hot, my jeans were covered in sticky grape juice and sugar and I felt like lying down underneath the vines and not moving till the sun had gone down.
I sighed, picked up the fallen bunch of grapes and continued picking. I’d made up a bit of a routine by now. Just one step at a time. ‘Cut grape bunch from vine. Put bunch into crate. Continue this until vine is clean of any grapes. Drag crate along to next vine. Cut grape bunch from vine. Put bunch into crate. Cut grape bunch from vine. Put bunch in crate…’

Later, much later, I found myself sitting in a landcruiser, being driven home with the rest of the grape pickers: the guy who owned the grape vine, Mum, two of my siblings, and a couple of backpackers. I stared out of the window and watched the rows of grape vines fade away in the distance. Finally. It was over. We didn’t manage to pick all the grapes, everyone was coming back tomorrow to finish the job. Everyone except me, that is.
“Happy Birthday to You,” My siblings, and a few of the backpackers had started singing the birthday song. Funny, I thought dully. I wonder what lucky person had decided to work in these terrible conditions on their birthday!
“Happy Birthday to You!” Now everyone in the car was singing it! I looked across at my little sister, who was looking at me and grinning. Huh? Then I realized everyone was looking at me and smiling. Wait a minute…
“Happy Birthday, dear Grace!” I felt myself begin to blush, it was like hitting a brick wall. In all my misery, I had completely forgotten it was my birthday! I wasn’t 12, I was thirteen years old! A big, grown up girl I was!
“Happy Birthday to You!” My cheeks felt hot, and I knew they were bright red. I couldn’t help it! Everyone was looking at me, smiling and wishing me a happy birthday. Everyone, including this cute guy with blonde hair. I grinned back at them all and said thank you. After I stopped being the centre of attention, I thought that perhaps I would come back tomorrow. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes, and quickly opened them when images of grapes flashed across my mind. Grapes. Oh no.

Acwellen said:
You've long know what I think of your work deary! :D Keep it up! LOL
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Yeah, thanks Grace! Knew I could count on you!! :D Most of my poems are for you after all... :p

Copperfox said:
That is hilarious. The only improvement I suggest is to add more to it!
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Thank you, Copperfox! :D
 
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Mr. Lewis himself would be as quick as anyone to admit that a story doesn't have to be fantasy to be interesting. I always like it when, as in this story of yours, an author gives us an inside look at some field of activity which not just anyone has ever experienced.

Unrelated to the above--except for the idea of sharing information that not everyone has: I see that you have a still posted from the splendid old historical action movie "ZULU." It was only relatively recently that I found out, from my very learned brother-in-law John Bretscher, that the movie missed one significant fact. Although the regiment whose men were stationed at Rourke's Drift was nominally titled a "Welsh" regiment, at the time of that battle the men serving in it were English. Kind of like the way "Boston cream pie" is really a cake, and the American buffalo is really a bison, and the word "dolphin" is used both for porpoises and for a species of fish. The regiment later WAS replenished with actual Welshmen.

But purely in movie terms, it WAS an inspiring scene when the redcoats defiantly sang "Men of Harlech." And the Zulus, meanwhile, were not depicted as mindless ugga-bugga stereotype savages, but as formidable warriors with a code of honor. Modern-day Zulus, by the way, are said to have stoutly resisted the Communist elements in the South African liberation movement.
 
Thank you very much Copperfox! Very glad you like the story.

Sorry for getting off topic, but I recently watched 'ZULU' and thoroughly enjoyed it, hence the still. I did some reading about that particular war after watching the film, which was good, as I hadn't even realized it was a true story! Thank you very much for those extra facts, it was beautifully informative and I always love to get some background on a movie as it makes it all the more exciting! The movie had it's faults, as you said, but overall it is a brilliant movie and your two points, the soldiers singing and the salute, must be two of my most favourite parts.
 
I like the short story one, Cleo!! It's different and so exciting!! ( hope all the grapes feel happy to be eaten....or...I'll feel so guilty to eat grapes)

Make some more...!!
 
Danny, think of it as the VINES, not the GRAPES, being the "people," and think of the vines being glad that people enjoy their fruit, just as an actor likes the audience to be happy.
 
:eek: You're right, CF!!! Thanks for correcting me!! :p :eek:

But, Cleo's story still awesome...and still waiting for the newest one. (I hope I'm not reading it wrong :D)
 
Awww... Thanks Danny! :) Glad you liked it! I'm sorry that I haven't anything new to post right now, but I'm working on a poem and will post that as soon as I finish it! ;)

Acwellen said:
Grace??? *raises eyebrow* It’s good though!
reminds me of strawberry picking...
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Ta muchly!!! And I didn't want to put in my name, so I changed it to the first name that popped into my head!!! Hehe! :D
 
W. Cleopia said:
Yeah, thanks Grace! Knew I could count on you!! :D Most of my poems are for you after all... :p


Why, Thank you!
Here is a short story I did for school. It's based on a true story...


Grape Pains

Grapes. Never before in my entire short life of 12 years had I seen so many grapes! They were everywhere! On my left was a row of grape vines which twisted around a bend so I couldn’t see its end, but I knew it was long. Real long, and there were so many of these rows! And every single one of those grape vines were covered in these great big grape bunches. That equalled heaps of grape vines, which equalled masses of grapes.
And there I was, along with a bunch of backpackers with Irish and French accents, trying to pick them. Every single one. We had been at it for what seemed to me like a very long time and I was thirsty, grumpy and stinking hot. Why oh why did I volunteer for this job? Dad had asked my brothers, sisters and I the previous night whether we’d like to earn some money picking grapes in some guy’s vineyard. I, of course (you great big ninny) had said ‘yes’. At the time, I thought it was great! How ignorant I was back then! I was I lot wiser now and I knew that never again would I accept a grape picking job.
‘Never ever again,’ I said to myself, savagely squeezing the handles of my secateurs.
I yelped suddenly as the secateurs’ blades came together, cutting a small vine which made a grape bunch fall to the ground. I looked at my bleeding thumb, which had also been in the path of the secateurs. Oh joy.
I let myself indulge in a moment of self-pity as a drop of blood fell and joined the bunch of grapes. Mum, two of my siblings and I had risen from bed at four-thirty this morning. 4:30 am! Such an uncivilized hour, and it wasn’t even light! We had arrived at the vineyard and started picking grapes, with a bunch of other people, at about six. About four hours ago. And in that time I had swallowed a fly, missed three vines because of bees, got scared out of my wits by a red-back spider and was starting to feel like a steak on a barbeque. The sun was hot, I was hot, my jeans were covered in sticky grape juice and sugar and I felt like lying down underneath the vines and not moving till the sun had gone down.
I sighed, picked up the fallen bunch of grapes and continued picking. I’d made up a bit of a routine by now. Just one step at a time. ‘Cut grape bunch from vine. Put bunch into crate. Continue this until vine is clean of any grapes. Drag crate along to next vine. Cut grape bunch from vine. Put bunch into crate. Cut grape bunch from vine. Put bunch in crate…’

Later, much later, I found myself sitting in a landcruiser, being driven home with the rest of the grape pickers: the guy who owned the grape vine, Mum, two of my siblings, and a couple of backpackers. I stared out of the window and watched the rows of grape vines fade away in the distance. Finally. It was over. We didn’t manage to pick all the grapes, everyone was coming back tomorrow to finish the job. Everyone except me, that is.
“Happy Birthday to You,” My siblings, and a few of the backpackers had started singing the birthday song. Funny, I thought dully. I wonder what lucky person had decided to work in these terrible conditions on their birthday!
“Happy Birthday to You!” Now everyone in the car was singing it! I looked across at my little sister, who was looking at me and grinning. Huh? Then I realized everyone was looking at me and smiling. Wait a minute…
“Happy Birthday, dear Grace!” I felt myself begin to blush, it was like hitting a brick wall. In all my misery, I had completely forgotten it was my birthday! I wasn’t 12, I was thirteen years old! A big, grown up girl I was!
“Happy Birthday to You!” My cheeks felt hot, and I knew they were bright red. I couldn’t help it! Everyone was looking at me, smiling and wishing me a happy birthday. Everyone, including this cute guy with blonde hair. I grinned back at them all and said thank you. After I stopped being the centre of attention, I thought that perhaps I would come back tomorrow. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes, and quickly opened them when images of grapes flashed across my mind. Grapes. Oh no.
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LOL!!!!!!!! I loved it!!!!!!!:D You should write more often.:D
 
W. Cleopia said:
Awww... Thanks Danny! :) Glad you liked it! I'm sorry that I haven't anything new to post right now, but I'm working on a poem and will post that as soon as I finish it! ;)


Ta muchly!!! And I didn't want to put in my name, so I changed it to the first name that popped into my head!!! Hehe! :D
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Well post the poem about you! :D
 
Sir Benjamin the Lion said:
LOL!!!!!!!! I loved it!!!!!!!:D You should write more often.
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Thanks Ben! :D I like writing, but I always take ages...

The poem about ME Grace??? Ummmm, I think you mean that poem about YOU and dear Mr. Christian... :D :p

i.e. This poem:


Gracie, Gracie, are you in love?
Or is it a great big crush?
Gracie, Gracie, you talented gal,
Who is it that you lust?

Across the road from where she lives
In a shop, in a tyre place
A certain boy found a job
And he found a girl named Grace

They both are owners of a horse
They share a love of books
And there’s something else they both have
These really gorgeous looks

Okay, okay, you romantic lot
You can tell me to shut up now
But you can bet I’ll be in the pew
Waiting for her in her beautiful gown

Gracie, Gracie, do you like my poem?
It’s amusingly fun for me!
Gracie, Gracie, do you really love him?
This guy, your boyfriend to be?
 
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