On Hallowe’en the old ghosts come
About us, and they speak to some.
To others they are dumb.
They haunt the hearts that loved them best,
In some they are by grief possessed.
In other hearts they rest.
They have a knowledge they would tell.
To some of us it is a knell,
To some, a miracle.
They come unseen and go unseen,
And some will never know they’ve been.
And some know all they mean.
I quarreled with my brother,
I don’t know what about,
One thing led to another
And somehow we fell out.
The start of it was slight,
The end of it was strong,
He said he was right,
I knew he was wrong!
We hated one another.
The afternoon turned black.
Then suddenly my brother
Thumped me on the back,
And said, “Oh, come on!
We can’t go on all night—
I was in the wrong.”
So he was in the right.
What lovely names for girls there are!
There's Stella like the Evening Star,
And Sylvia like a rustling tree,
And Lola like a melody,
And Flora like a flowery morn,
And Shiela like a field of corn,
And Melusina, like the moan
Of water. And there's Joan, like Joan.
What splendid names for boys there are!
There's Carroll like a rolling car,
And Martin like a flying bird,
And Adam like the Lord's first word,
And Raymond like the Harvest Moon,
And Peter like a piper's tune,
And Alan like the flowing on
Of water. And there's John, like John.
I find it fun how she goes by etymology for some names - Sylvia means woods, Flora means flower, Melusina was a legendary water-sprite - but goes by sound for others - Sheila sounds like "sheaf," Raymond has "ray" in it, and Alan sounds very soft and liquid for a name that's supposed to mean "rock". And of course the Carroll line is a despicable pun lmao.
I first found this poem in, of all things, a comic book, Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons’ Watchmen.
By an always-interesting and once-famous poet and children’s author named Eleanor Farjeon (1881-1965).
>On Hallowe’en the old ghosts come
>About us, and they speak to some.
>To others they are dumb.
>
>They haunt the hearts that loved them best;
>In some they are by grief possessed;
>In other hearts they rest.
>
>They have a knowledge they would tell;
>To some of us it is a knell;
>To some, a miracle.
>
>They come unseen and go unseen;
>And some will never know they’ve been.
>And some know all they mean.
It's a short story from the book called "The little book room" but if you read it you already know that. I remember reading this story when I was little and I was very confused by it. Even now, I have no idea to what this story alludes to, even if it does. There's these vague and strange ideas from Greek mythology that are featured in this story, or rather the story is based on them.
I doubt that someone who will stumble upon this will have read this story but maybe someone will be willing to read it and explain it to me as to what it means? No matter how many times I have read through it I just can't wrap my head around this bizzare story.
tl;dr - May your ideas become experiences and your experiences become ideas. In this way, like an upward spiral, consciousness will evolve.
Meditative practice, Synchronicities, Art, Ra, Jung, Fight Club, Hilma af Klint.
I am not a professional artist, just someone who is inspired by art and in love with the alchemy of transforming pain into beauty.
I was inspired to share after thinking about friends who are interested in the idea of the phenomena but have not yet had an experience, and friends who have had experiences and may be wrestling with pain.
My major awakening/suffering/initiation/experience of the phenomena occurred in the period 2018 - 2021. Before that, my life was pretty...beige.
In Fall 2020, on a walk near my home, I saw the head of a gold being in the sky. He was looking at me, and I sensed him communicating “I see you” before he vanished. It felt comforting to be seen.
I went home and drew the head on a canvas and coloured it in as accurately as I could. I painted a red background and some fluffy marshmallow cloud shapes.
Then I was stuck for a month. It didn’t seem right to leave a disembodied head, but I couldn’t figure out what type of body or clothing to add.
On another walk, the sunlight was hitting the cornfields in a beautiful way and I was drawn to get my phone and take photos. I snapped some random photos, then left my phone propped up near the canvas. Later, as if by chance, I noticed that the photo on my phone screen had the same gold and red colours as my unfinished painting. Well then.
It was easy to finish the painting after that. Of course he should wear the gold of the corn, and a crown embellished with the bronze and metallic green of a Japanese beetle nestled in a leaf. He surely must be some type of king.
Then I remembered a short story from my childhood: The King and the Corn. You can read it in the Little Bookroom link below (it’s the first story after the introduction - scroll down).
When I was six years old, I found a box of random books at my grandmother’s house. I felt around and was drawn to a dusty, long-overdue library book. [The Little Bookroom by Eleanor Farjeon](https://gutenberg.ca/ebooks/farjeone-littlebo
... keep reading on reddit ➡I recently started teaching at a preschool abroad (my students speak English well but not at the level of a child who is a native English speaker) and my students like to memorize poems. But when I google "poems for children to memorize" I get things like Jaberwocky, which would be too difficult for them. My students are 6 years old, a couple of them are still 5. Here is the poem they learned last year:https://www.poemist.com/eleanor-farjeon/bedtime
I would like something similar to that. I looked at that poet's other poems but didn't find anything to use and also, I think maybe they shouldn't learn all their poems by the same poet. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know. :) I would really appreciate it.
I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.
Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.
Do your worst!
I'm surprised it hasn't decade.
For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.
I said "hey look, an escaPEA"
No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!
Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂
It really does, I swear!
Because she wanted to see the task manager.
Heard they've been doing some shady business.
They’re on standbi
Pilot on me!!
but then I remembered it was ground this morning.
Edit: Thank you guys for the awards, they're much nicer than the cardboard sleeve I've been using and reassures me my jokes aren't stale
Edit 2: I have already been made aware that Men In Black 3 has told a version of this joke before. If the joke is not new to you, please enjoy any of the single origin puns in the comments
Nothing, he was gladiator.
Or would that be too forward thinking?
Dad jokes are supposed to be jokes you can tell a kid and they will understand it and find it funny.
This sub is mostly just NSFW puns now.
If it needs a NSFW tag it's not a dad joke. There should just be a NSFW puns subreddit for that.
Edit* I'm not replying any longer and turning off notifications but to all those that say "no one cares", there sure are a lot of you arguing about it. Maybe I'm wrong but you people don't need to be rude about it. If you really don't care, don't comment.
What did 0 say to 8 ?
" Nice Belt "
So What did 3 say to 8 ?
" Hey, you two stop making out "
When I got home, they were still there.
I won't be doing that today!
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Where ever you left it 🤷♀️🤭
This morning, my 4 year old daughter.
Daughter: I'm hungry
Me: nerves building, smile widening
Me: Hi hungry, I'm dad.
She had no idea what was going on but I finally did it.
Thank you all for listening.
There hasn't been a post all year!
You take away their little brooms
It was about a weak back.
It’s pronounced “Noel.”
On Hallowe’en the old ghosts come
About us, and they speak to some.
To others they are dumb.
They haunt the hearts that loved them best;
In some they are by grief possessed,
In other hearts they rest.
They have a knowledge they would tell;
To some of us it is a knell,
To some, a miracle.
They come unseen and go unseen,
And some will never know they’ve been.
And some know all they mean.
