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  • mistermuse 8:22 pm on December 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: emperors, , Kings, monarchs, , rulers,   

    YOUTH MUST BE SERVED 

    I’m sure most of you know that on this day (Dec. 14) in 1542, Princess Mary Stuart became Queen Mary I of Scotland when she was 6 days old. I’d previously thought (as reported in my Oct. 23 post NEWS OF THE DAY) that Valentinian III was a mite young when he became Roman Emperor at age 6 years in 425 AD, but now I realize my opinion was premature (which I wouldn’t be surprised to learn was the stage at which some not-as-yet-born baby in history became a monarch).

    So, upon reconsideration, I can see that becoming a ruler at the tender age of six years doesn’t make much difference in terms of maturity level in some cases. Take Kim Jong-un, Supreme Leader of North Korea, for example — it’s hard to imagine that he is any more mature now than he was at age six (just kidding, Kim  — you don’t really want to infect my computer when you have much bigger phish to fry, do you, Sony boy?).

    But most of us do “grow” old and can look back clear-eyed and bemused by our long and, at times, bittersweet journey. I think this poem by British clergyman, professor and historian Charles Kingsley (1819-1875) captures that feeling as well as any:

    THE OLD, OLD SONG

    When all the world is young, lad,
    And all the trees are green;
    And every goose a swan, lad,
    And every lass a queen;
    Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
    And round the world away;
    Young blood must have its course, lad,
    And every dog his day.

    When all the world is old, lad,
    And all the trees are brown;
    And all the sport is stale, lad,
    And all the wheels run down:
    Creep home and take your place there,
    The spent and maimed among.
    God grant you one find one face there
    You loved when all was young.

     

     
    • Michaeline Montezinos 2:40 am on December 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Liked your commentary on the poem. and loved the poem, mistermuse. Nuff said…

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    • mistermuse 8:52 am on December 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Thanks. Like wise, nuff said.

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    • Don Frankel 9:05 am on December 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Nice one Muse and nice poem too.

      Reminds me of a scene in the movie ‘Tombstone’. Someone tells Doc Holliday that he is nothing but a drunken, skinny old Lunger. Doc who is slowly dying of Tuberculosis and drunk out of his mind tells him. “I’m in my prime.” Perhaps it’s my new hip or I’m just delusional but I’m with Doc.

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      • mistermuse 4:51 pm on December 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Don, I don’t think you’re delusional, but you may be under the influence….of hip-nosis. Hahahahahaha.

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    • arekhill1 11:18 am on December 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Just goes to show how weary a place the world was before they invented Viagra.

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      • mistermuse 4:59 pm on December 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        They say you can never get enough of a good thing. Come to thing of it, that might be a good advertising slogan for Viagara.

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    • Michaeline Montezinos 2:26 pm on December 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Don, I am so glad you have a new hip and are enjoying the benefits. As you may know, I had two knee replacements and then I had my right hip done. None of these surgeries are easy but it is worth the effort. It requires a commitment to physical therapy and a change in lifestyle until all is healed. I commend you for sticking with the program, Don.
      As far as Viagra goes, it can restore a man’s productivity but this state only lasts so long for some males. My brother used it but like an idiot, drank a lot of alcohol. Now he has gout and diabetes. Still drinks despite my warnings. The Viagra cannot work as well due to his medical conditions. Yet arekhill 1 is right in saying that this little blue pill does make getting older less weary. good comments from my best boys…er, men.

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    • Don Frankel 10:20 am on December 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Yeah Michaeline, I’m definitely glad I did it and it’s both hips now. And, oh yeah those pills, that might be the reason too.

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    • Michaeline Montezinos 11:05 pm on December 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Don, I liked your reply to my comment. All the best with the other hip. I am glad the medication helps you deal with the pain. I was not as lucky as I gradually felt my pain meds were not working. Ice packs were my salvation then. As I was taught at the College of Medicine at WSU, the first important rule is “Every BODY is different.” We all have various reactions to different drugs. I know you will be successful with your new hip. The only thing I did not like was others calling me the “Bionic Woman!” Made me think of that old TV show with Lindsay Wagner.

      PS (If you do not mind, I will say a prayer for you as you travel down the road to a complete recovery.)

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  • mistermuse 5:32 am on August 31, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: fable, , , Kings, , oysters, pearls, , raindrops, ,   

    CULTURED PEARLS 

    It is time to take time with the poets and listen to the raindrops, time to read again the myth of the Tower of Babel, and to rediscover the lessons of entropy in everyday life.
    –Leonidas Petrakis, research scientist

    It is time to take time
    With poets like me
    And listen to the raindrops
    The clouds have set free

    And read once again
    Of the Tower of Babel
    And rediscover the myth
    Of the gods of fable

    And learn the lessons
    Of whatever that means
    And remember that more
    May be less than it seems

    And so forth and so on
    And just one more thing….
    The world is your oyster
    And I am your King.

     

     
    • Don Frankel 6:13 am on August 31, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I regret to inform you My Lord, that I don’t eat Oysters.

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    • mistermuse 6:39 am on August 31, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Neither does my wife, Don, but I’m still her Lord and Master (just don’t tell her I said that, as I don’t want to be thrown out into the raindrops that are coming down like crazy this morning).

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    • Michaeline Montezinos 2:24 pm on August 31, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      If the world is your oyster, then where is your Pearl?
      mistermuse, I liked this poem very much. I once had a string of cultured pearls but later gave them and the matching pearl earrings to my daughter. It is her birthstone along with the Alexandrite. I had a ring for her with a stone of this purple color. However, at an away volleyball game she gave it to her coach “to hold on to.”
      Somehow it got “lost. The janitor searched after the game. I waited 45 minutes for a cop to show up. We searched the gym again. I had to go to the tiny Morrow Police Dept and file an insurance claim. I swear that officer was one of two and their office was in the basement of the court building. I liked the hot water heater placed there. The office had great ambience for a farming town.”
      Oh, and you are the King of Poetry…at least for now. 🙂

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    • mistermuse 6:44 pm on August 31, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      According to my poem, the world is your (the reader’s) oyster. I am but your humble King….so humble, it seems, that I am at pearl – I mean peril – of having liberties taken with what I say. But I forgive you – this King business isn’t what it’s cracked up to be anyway.

      Also, I should explain to other readers that Morrow is a small town in Ohio. The reason you have to go to Morrow is because to Morrow never comes (to you).

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    • arekhill1 10:04 am on September 1, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I enjoyed your proclamation, El Muse Real. Also I think “Lessons of Entropy” would make an excellent name for an alternative rock band with a small but intensely philosophical following.

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    • mistermuse 1:46 pm on September 1, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Gracias, Ricardo. Re the “small but intensely philosophical following,” I thought that’s what I had here.
      I’m not into alternative rock, but maybe I could start a classic jazz band called “Lessons of Entropy.” Or maybe not.

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    • Michaeline Montezinos 9:41 pm on September 3, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      My father in law said I was a philosopher once, Does that count, mistermuse? I like that name for for classic jazz band, “Lessons of Entropy.” I had to look up the word entropy in my dictionary. At least I am building my vacabulary, oh King of poetry.

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    • mistermuse 10:35 pm on September 4, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Of course it counts, Michaeline. If this blog didn’t have philosophical followers, it probably wouldn’t have any at all!

      As for starting a classic jazz band, I’d better stick to my King gig. At my age, I shouldn’t take on more than one job, and as Mel Brooks said, “It’s good to be the King.”

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