Quotes about uncle, page 14
Spectacle
My little sparrow flies all over the middle east sky
and she tells'A sparkle round the clock there,
they are at the frontier face to face'.
For what?
A friendly chat?
No my dear they are willing to see the blood each other.
A tyrannize movement!
I passed a message to my little sparrow
'If possible ask the raincloud to make an incessant rain and
a typhoon to scatter all these inhuman invalids
and moisture their heads, brains and souls'
She replied ' I'll try my level best uncle'
Now she calls me uncle,
Oh! I am ageing?
Dedication to the poetess Huda.Orfali
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Sonnet in Time of Revolt
The Thing must End. I am no boy ! I AM
No BOY!! being twenty-one. Uncle, you make
A great mistake, a very great mistake,
In chiding me for letting slip a 'Damn!'
What's more, you called me 'Mother's one ewe lamb,'
Bade me 'refrain from swearing for her sake
Till I'm grown up' ... - By God! I think you take
Too much upon you, Uncle William!
You say I am your brother's only son.
I know it. And, 'What of it?' I reply.
My heart's resolvéd. Something must be done.
So shall I curb, so baffle, so suppress
This too avuncular officiousness,
Intolerable consanguinity.
poem by Rupert Brooke (1908)
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My dear uncle
To my dear uncle Prabahkaran,
I lost my parents, brothers and sisters.
Only I was survived
And I am eight years old female child.
My father is a Buddhist and mother Christian
And I am an innocent.
All my books and uniforms burnt
And I cannot go to school now.
I am not angry with you
If possible please adopt me,
Treat me as your child
And send me to a school.
I promise you one day I learn Tamil well
And solve your problem; “misunderstanding”
Not with guns uncle,
With my little knowledge I gained from your school.
Please don’t believe these Norwegian peace-broker uncles
They dream of our future Oil –Rigs?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Tortoise's feathers
Among the ruins I sat on a stone bench facing an isolated pond.
All of a sudden a tortoise came up from the muddy water.
And she's older than my Great Grandma it seems,
But she called me uncle.
Oh! How I am wearied along this useless journey?
'Hey! Uncle this isn't an ideal place to roam around,
I'll give you my feathers better you fly and try another place.'
I borrowed her feathers and said; 'Thank you.'
I flew the whole day but still I see the pond below
And I realized that I cannot fly anymore leaving the ruins.
* To the deceased Sri Lankan Veteran Dramatist Actor and Author Henry. Jayasena in gratitude.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Skin A Rabbit
Uncle showed you
the way to skin a rabbit.
The dead furred creature
swung from his hand.
You remember the knife
slitting open
the soft belly
and the innards
dragged out
and cut
until all was cleared
out and ready.
Then he broke
the back ankles
and pulled off the skin,
like one undressing
a small woman
from her coat of fur,
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poem by Terry Collett
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They Use to Be in The Closet
Mommy...
What are illegal lesbians?
'No, honey...
They are aliens.'
So the aliens are lesbians?
'No, baby...
The lesbians are legal.
But the aliens are not.'
So...?
Who are the homosexuals?
'Well...
That's a tough one.
At one time,
They use to be in the closet.
Today...
You can't tell who's what!
Or what's going on!
Whether they are downlow in the closet...
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See they come, post haste from Thanet
See they come, post haste from Thanet,
Lovely couple, side by side;
They've left behind them Richard Kennet
With the Parents of the Bride!
Canterbury they have passed through;
Next succeeded Stamford-bridge;
Chilham village they came fast through;
Now they've mounted yonder ridge.
Down the hill they're swift proceeding,
Now they skirt the Park around;
Lo! The Cattle sweetly feeding
Scamper, startled at the sound!
Run, my Brothers, to the Pier gate!
Throw it open, very wide!
Let it not be said that we're late
In welcoming my Uncle's Bride!
To the house the chaise advances;
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I Still Keep Remembering
When my thoughts are lingering
to when uncle Franck came to fetch me with his Chevrolet,
to times in my childhood days
where someone could set the way of my life,
I see Uncle Franck with as the person he had been,
as a man who trusted sincerely in God,
knowing that everything fit somewhere into the big whole,
and still I look at him with childhood eyes
as a man whose word had real meaning
and to when I had followed him with wobbling steps,
and he was a person that you ask for help at any time,
a person that would give to his own harm
and now that the darkness comes between us,
now that it brings overwhelming separation
with death
that jumps in between our lives
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The worthless stuff
I work here in a Gas station
As a Sales Associate.
But collect the trash bags
from the bins too
A part of my job?
When I remove the heavy bags
The kind customers dump?
My innocent thoughts flew without wings
to my bygone golden school days!
I love that old man we call him 'Charlie uncle'
Who collects garbage and look after the ground.
O that attractive Teacher for Literature
who wears Indian Cashmere saris at all
and she got dimples on her both cheeks
when she smiles!
One day she questioned me; 'Nimal you want to be a writer
Lawyer or a Doctor? '
'Yes Teacher, I would like to be a writer
If not a Scavenger? ' I replied happily.
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Meering Their Fate
Uncle said you can fed
the chickens and then
later you can choose
which one we have for
dinner tomorrow and he
went off to work someplace
leaving you to feed and fret
over which of the noisy hens
would meet their end by
Uncle’s hand and end up
as the Sunday roast sitting
among potatoes and parsnips
as each of the family widened
their eyes and licked their lips.
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