thinking of my Mother ....

Post by:  carmen bethel
http://meatthat.livejournal.com

An old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked sixpence. "What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I will go to market, and buy a little pig."
As she was coming home, she came to a stile. But the piggy wouldn't go over the stile. She went a little further, and she met a dog. So she said to him, "Dog! Dog! Bite pig. Piggy won't go over the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But the dog wouldn't. She went a little further, and she met a stick. So she said, "Stick! Stick! Beat dog! Dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But the stick wouldn't. She went a little further, and she met a fire. So she said, "Fire! Fire! Burn stick. Stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But the fire wouldn't. She went a little further, and she met some water. So she said, "Water! Water! Quench fire. Fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But the water wouldn't. She went a little further, and she met an ox. So she said, "Ox! Ox! Drink water. Water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But the ox wouldn't. She went a little further and she met a butcher. So she said, "Butcher! Butcher! Kill ox. Ox won't drink water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But the butcher wouldn't. She went a little further, and she met a rope. So she said, "Rope! Rope! Hang butcher. Butcher won't kill ox; ox won't drink water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But the rope wouldn't. She went a little further, and she met a rat. So she said, "Rat! Rat! Gnaw rope. Rope won't hang butcher, butcher won't kill ox; ox won't drink water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But the rat wouldn't. She went a little further, and she met a cat. So she said, "Cat! Cat! Kill rat. Rat won't gnaw rope; rope won't hang butcher; butcher won't kill ox; ox won't drink water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But the cat said to her, "If you will go to yonder cow, and fetch me a saucer of milk, I will kill the rat." So away went the old woman to the cow. But the cow said to her, "If you will go to yonder haystack, and fetch me a handful of hay, I'll give you the milk." So away went the old woman to the hay-stack; and she brought the hay to the cow. As soon as the cow had eaten the hay, she gave the old woman the milk; and away she went with it in a saucer to the cat. As soon as the cat had lapped up the milk, the cat began to kill the rat; the rat began to gnaw the rope; the rope began to hang the butcher; the butcher began to kill the ox; the ox began to drink the water; the water began to quench the fire; the fire began to burn the stick; the stick began to beat the dog; the dog began to bite the pig; the little pig in a fright jumped over the stile; and so the old woman got home that night.

No4walls ...material?

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by: carmen bethel

because you have to have a christmas song for the reader

so I wrote this ...the way of an entertainer....

Where is Christmas on the map

Where the sugar drips off the trees

all year round

it's where a day without clouds is top priority

I am looking everyday, every spare moment

Because someone stole my Christmas

Looking at a pictures of all the happy faces of Christmas

What are these faces from the past trying to say?

I guess I'm bashful at the thought of being left out

Christmas day, monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday,

saturday, sunday.

At Christmas Day there is something for every one

Love is that old broom that won't sweep clean

If I find Christmas in my memories
I know to recall someone elses merriment,
 a postcard day

I know to recall the captions of a broken heart...

Because someone stole my Christmas..

Christmas of yesteryear, daddy was drinking beer

Mama  looked in the mirror to see if she could find some Christmas cheer

Oh, Oh it came upon a midnight clear.

if you r interested there is a part one 2007 ...a part two 2008 and this is part three 2009 ...
the other two parts can be found at:  http://meatthat.livejournal.com
teacher said it doesn't matter if you celebrate Christmas ...people in the crowd do...



　

　

　

Song and Friends

By:  carmenbethel
http://meatthat.livejournal.com

living my life I'm bound

leave all you've left

Keep misery from going round

Young and old well never wear a frown

This the plan I'm gonna .. shake your hand

Now I can

We are from the ground

Now I can shake your hand

You are my neighbor

When there is no work

Work is what we're doing

We are waiting for light to get going

Rest and all the rest

At dawn

Young or old we'll never wear a frown

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

A friend is something you give yourself ...Robert Louise Stevenson

carmenbethel
http://meatthat.livejournal.com

another work from the land of Ike

8/23/13
Oh,  yeah my name is:  carmenbethel
i ask people to read some of this and forget to put my name ...no more..or should it be savage..?

NO4Walls is about not about the hate and haters my life journal has seen and recorded.

NO4Walls shows we have a past together, alone, full of actions, thoughts and recorded word.
"We" a oneness in hate.

Existence doesn't have hate or least for those that do...life is just a waste of energy.

the thing that i do the best....jot down stuff

i jotted this down a long time ago...

time is like a rose by any other name..

I wanted to ask a girl at work to edited this but alas ..

time has no end. time is uniting ...time should be a verb to be,

as time waits for no one. does time make the word "we" a verb...

I suppose I should stick to socks. This episode should start with a legendary sock maker.

it is about the person born with his foot backwards a nd three feet.

Getting back to time. There is the Mona Lisa

being a man. Think a rich man has a wife that is a man. Could that be seen as normal?

Could be. because it is the same as Sodom and Gomarrah, that was the beginning.

It is normal notto believe, but doubting doesn't grant peace or does it.

Do you doubt the one armed man can smile and wave? a blind man can feed his self, you can't see.

There is the hunchback,yes, bigfoot.

There is the man born with one foot backwards and two left feet.

I remembered that a country full of individuals

makes it slavery...self-reliance? anglo-saxon type thing...

plantations....slavery was a good business to be in wasn't it?

I do figure barter or living of wits? So looking at todays economy. slavery is the only way to go...I s outsourcing slavery?

Could this country become powerful with a Chinese American president...

or would the democractic experiment prove to be a failure? regardless of race creed or religion we could all drink PERRIER WATER ...American ideals and principles could outsorced ...if we had a Chinese American president ...5 days make a week ..sixth a man?

Communities could be seen as 24 hour concentration camps....too...so what ...

Is there a god.or..life without God .or..always and forever ...building plans

Life is the acknowledgement of forward movement.

To be living each step must be forward.

When my ship comes in....

.....talking with MS Tristan today about co-op living

I remembered that a country full of individuals

makes it slavery...self-reliance? anglo-saxon type thing...

plantations....slavery was a good business to be in wasn't it?

Now don't go seeing a model in Abe ...2013 is the thing

to be discussed ...

I do figure barter or living off wits?
carmen bethel
http://meatthat.livejournal.com

snow day for the ...home, small or internet business

www.no4walls.org



there are no walls on love or for love no boundaries

when my ship comes in

I will have lots of space for lease

because there  will be no 4 walls

title: a snow day for the small business owner

It is a dark snowy day the dog is sleeping in its bed

near the back door

last year i should have trained a puppy

then today his name would be "mail mutt'

that's right let nothing break his stride

having nothing to hide

clopee.clop from the

mailbox

non-stop

once he comes home with the mail..

i would slap him happily , stroke , pet him ..

it is two in the afternoon ..

.i am thinking about the silver lining to most days

the mailbox

night will come and postmen has made his run

could have left some fun

oh well this day is done

the postmen is so sweet

rain snow sleet

don't want to be draggin' my feet

i need to make it to the mailbox

carmenbethel
http://meatthat.livejournal.com

www.no4walls.org


I have been thinking ...each page of this blog should have an intro..I have a title
"when my ship comes in" I have to keep thinking ...

there are no walls on love or for love no boundaries

when my ship comes in

I will have lots of space for lease

because there will be no 4 walls

helping hands

The past comes alive when you have plans

An open struggle is admitting there is no challenge with fear

Fear is controlling, control for the challenge of fear

Life is freedom. freedom is control. Freedom is fear,

fear of being controlled by challenge and decisions.

An individual has no rights to decisions control is in unity,

unity the challenge

Life is the acknowledgement of forward movement.

To be living each step must be forward.

When my ship comes in....
something a little lighter ...maybe next time
http://meatthat.livejournal.com
Carmen Bethel

Co-Op ...Commune ... a Cult ...curt

OK...the usual thing has happened...no time to write about what is going on with me or to blog...
this is  page two of the "book"...
Title:  Ode

I am a part of the past as a being
To be,  is to take action
I was created to be
To be part of the past
Present to make a future as being a part
As a part I must be
I need .. in the night
I need ...the beginning
I need,  to see I have
It is you ...It is me
To be,  is to take action
I need to be a part ( of the whole) it is not a matter of your needing me ..

it is not finished ...but maybe

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carmenbethel

never enough time ..

a link....to a fuller  me:
http://meatthat.livejournal.com

one post at a time ...On trying to get it together

I make one sock at a time. One sock can become a pair or may not.

24 stitches on size 6 needles make a turban. A turban can be more than one color.

Try to see 3 colors..

Note: neck warmer

shrug becomes a head wrap

try basic stitch pattern
try short rows