The missing verse.
It was only recently that biblical scholars were able to translate and understand the scrolls that were discovered many years ago. It is thought that this was intended to be verse 21a in chapter 2 of the book of Genesis.
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Adam was walking in the Garden of Eden feeling very lonely. So God spoke to him.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Adam told God that he had no one to talk to and God replied, “Adam, I am going to create a companion for you, and it will be a woman”
God said, “this pretty lady will gather food for you, and when you discover clothing she will wash for you. She will always agree with every decision that you make, and she will not nag you. She will always be the first to admit that she was wrong when you’ve had a disagreement. She will praise.”
God continued, “She will bear your children, and never ask you to get up in the middle of the night to take care of them. She will NEVER have a headache and will freely give you love and passion whenever you need it”
Adam asked God, “What will a woman like this cost?”
God replied, “An arm and a leg”.
Then Adam asked God, “What can I get for a rib?”
( continued in Genesis chapter 2 verse 22 )
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Published Date:
08/10/2008
Modified Date:
08/10/2008
Up there with the best.
Up there with the best.
I find that there are very many fine poets among the members of blog.uk and make a point of following their posts.
From early school days I remember listening to the way that the poet had weaved the poem with words that rhymed and since then many happy, quiet hours have found me with a variety of poetry books.
Of all the many types of poems that have been written my favourite has been the "sadder" type and my favourite amongst those is the little known, "Nelson's farewell to his grandmother"
"NELSON'S FAREWELL TO HIS GRANDMOTHER"
"Bye-Bye Granny."
© 2008 William Shakesworth
Published Date:
22/09/2008
Modified Date:
22/09/2008
A poem from a friend.
It was my birthday yesterday and I received a poem written by one of my blog friends.
To Friendship.
The door is always open
It’s always on the latch
You’re always very welcome
There’s never any catch
The kettle’s always boiling
Come in and have a chat
Pull up a chair and sit a while
And talk of this and that
Although there’s often lots to do
There’s always time for friends
The jobs will always be there
The work just never ends
The warmth of love enfolds you
There’s a welcome in the air
Happiness is in every corner
There’s sunshine everywhere
Remember stones and mortar
Will build a house that’s all
But what turns a house into a home
Is having people come and call
So raise a glass to friendship
And toast to pastures new
Of happiness and laughter
In everything you do
©Marian Barker
Marian's poems have not been published and more can be found at,
http://mypoetry.blog.co.uk/
Published Date:
24/08/2008
Modified Date:
24/08/2008
Worthing, looking good.
I'm just back in Scotland after a short holiday in Worthing, I was born in Worthing and still call it home.
I was a little concerned this time as I was taking my lady friend with me and on my last visit in 2001 I was very disappointed at what I saw in Worthing, looking very "run down" and forgotten, and I had prepared her for this.
This time, Worthing, you made me proud. The town looks like it is thriving, new and freshly painted buildings, the town feels alive, there is an air of a desire by the town to get back to the top.
Congratulations to all that are involved in this new Worthing.
The picture below is of a fishing boat that we watched leaving to fish at about 10.00 pm and watched as it returned with it's catch the following morning.
A night at sea in this small boat. Who would dare complain about the price of fresh fish.
When Lamps Are Lighted In the Town
1.
When lamps are lighted in the town,
The boats sail out to sea;
The fishers watch when night comes down,
They work for you and me.
2.
When little children go to rest,
Before they sleep, they pray
That God will bless the fishermen
And bring them back at day.
3.
The boats come in at early dawn,
When children wake in bed;
Upon the beach the boats are drawn,
And all the nets are spread.
4.
God hath watched o'er the fishermen
Far on the deep dark sea,
And brought them safely home again,
Where they are glad to be.
Published Date:
19/08/2008
Modified Date:
19/08/2008
Bloody Metric.
Just realised that from tomorrow, we in Scotland, thanks to those clowns in our Government and their love of Europe, have to move to the metric time system. There is now a formulae for this,
(Difference in Star Clock time ) = (-0.5) x (Difference in British Summer Time)
and conversely ...
(Difference in British Summer time) = (-2) x (Difference in Star Clock time )
Now let's define some variables.
let ST1 and LT1 represent the Star Clock time and the local time respectively at a particular instant.
let ST2 and LT2 represent the Star Clock time and the local time respectively at another instant.
Then the two equations above can be rewritten as ...
ST2 - ST1 = (-0.5) x ( LT2 - LT1 )
and
LT2 - LT1 = (-2) X ( ST2 - ST1 )
respectively. ( No, I don't understand it either ).
We just don't need time to let it "bed in", I can tell you now, it is going to be a disaster, a major mess.
The twenty hour day may possibly work on some distant island in the middle of the Pacific, but, not in a country that has to work so closely to the rest of the world. Using the 72 minute hour may have a financial advantage for some, the minimum wage will be increased by 5% and it will be cheaper to hire labour by the hour, are these reasons enough for the changes.
Please support the fight to save our 24 hour clock .
Published Date:
25/05/2008
Modified Date:
25/05/2008
The Visit.
As I get older I find that everyday life is much of a muchness, for me at least, that’s O K.
Some times something nice happens, a different day, and, very occasionally, a very very nice thing occurs.
It was last Wednesday, as usual I was at Hazels house, when she said, “Will you come over tomorrow?”.
Now that is unusual, Thursday is my day off, well, it gives time for my screwdrivers, gardening tools and paint brushes to cool down, “What for” I said.
“I have some friends coming for dinner, nothing fancy, and I would like you to be there”. She said.
“Who are they”?
“Old friends that now live in France, haven't seen them for years”
“Of course I will” says I.
Thursday at 2 o’ clock I arrive at Hazels, she is just back from the shops with bags of food, food and more food. Whilst I was trying to close the fridge door with my foot I said, “How many years since you saw them?”. “About 14” she says. “ Have they been starving since then?” I ask.
About 5 pm the door bell rings, “Will you answer it?” she says. “No” I say, “It’s your friends, they won’t know me from Adam”.
Hazel walks to the front door and I wait to be introduced at the end of the hall, she opens the door and in walks the lady, she and I are twenty foot away from each other, I think to myself, I know that face, I’ve met her before.
Of course I have, not for 5 years, it’s my sister.
June and her husband David, had, with the connivance of one of my daughters in law, Hazel and Hazel’s son who had brought them from their hotel decided to make a surprise visit from their home 450 miles away in Worthing.
As I say, occasionally a very very nice thing occurs and you realise that there are those that care about you.
Yes, sometimes life is wonderful.
Published Date:
25/05/2008
Modified Date:
25/05/2008
Where now Gordon?
Gordon Brown, you are a loser, in two years or whenever you have to call a general election, your gone.
Oh what an opportunity you know have Gordon. Two years to change the face of British politics, grab this chance, the ride may be bumpy but it could also be a great ride.
Back to basics Gordon, clear the decks, get rid of those ad visors that you have, their advice has very obviously been useless, kick out the present cabinet who's only interest appears to be self interest and replace them with young energetic members that can grab their departments by the scruff of the neck and shake out all of the old dead wood, tell them what you want and leave them to get on with it, working in the interests of the majority of the electorate.
Be the figurehead Gordon, you are not happy or suitable for the lime light, you have a great deal of experience that you can offer to your new department heads. Guide them, hold their hand, oversee what they are doing, caution them when required, but let them get on with it.
Who knows what will happen, you still may lose the next election, no change there, but, well, just who knows.
Published Date:
04/05/2008
Modified Date:
04/05/2008
God, I've been ill.
What am I saying, I'm still bloody ill. Started Friday when I woke up, skin hotter than hell, I was going to say hotter than Katie Melua, but nothing is as hot as she is, limbs shaking, joints aching, ignore showering or shaving, get down to the doctor.
Wait a blooming minute I says to myself, the tele ads say, "Ask your pharmacist first", that will save me sitting around in a waiting room, "Not booked, ah well, you'll just have to wait till there's a vacancy", "But I'm dying", "Well go and bloody do it outside".
"May I speak to the pharmacist?", Tell him my symptoms, he says, "Bad case of the flu, buy hundreds of expensive cocodamol tablets from my shop and go home and keep warm"
Friday, ten o'clock pm, no warning, and very soon I am digging out clean underpants and jeans.
From then until I can get the doctor to call on Monday morning, any journey further than 10 foot,sorry younger readers, that is 3 metres and 3 inches, from the toilet is a journey of great risk to my overburdened washing machine.
"Well your temperature is ok and the shakes have stopped" says the doctor, "It was probably ( probably? from the experts )a bug, seems like you are over the worst of it, the modern thinking is to let it run its course. Bye-bye".
Even if she had given me a prescription for a cork it would have been of some help.
I'm still dying, worse than that, I am out of cigarettes.
Published Date:
01/05/2008
Modified Date:
01/05/2008