ADAM MY LOVEABLE BRAT

THE BANK MY BEST FRIEND

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

YOUR BANK IS YOUR BEST FRIEND

CLUELESS SAYS
My daddy always told me me
your bank is your best friend
Saving money is the key!
when your at dires end
So I’ thought out a lot of ways
that saving works for me.

Today, in fact, I saved some cash;
and to the bank it went
I would have spent, on some thing
which i really did not need
If used it for some candy,
I know I would be glad
my bank and my dad.
would have been very sad

again I found money in a long forgotten purse
So I saved them all AND COLLECTED MORE
AND NOW MY BANK ACCOUNT
HAS BEGUN TO GROW

I know a lot of saving tricks,
that might be boring to you
Instead just send me all your cash.
I’ll gladly save it for you!

now I know in my time of need
there is one best friend I know
who would never ever turn me down
but would help me more and more

I did say my bank is my best friend
it can be yours too . Save for a rainy day.
YOU WILL HAVE YOUR FRIEND,
COME WHAT MAY

Posted by cluelessnanette

TO ALL MY CHILDREN

TO MY CHILDREN.

When my weary life is over
And this blog you do discover,
Read these pages from cover to cover.
See for your self and search and find,
The truth in these blogs from line to line.

In it you will see,
my lifE was not full of misery,
I did have my share of fun,
and when all was said and done,
I recorded it for every one.

sometimes when I was lonely and spent.
I wrote it all down, and every word I ment,
It has given me more pleasure than pain,
And my life, if I lived over again,
I would not change a single thing.

Each one of you ment something to me,
Even though at times we did not agree.
Life is full with ups and downs,
And reality is down to the ground,

Some times we were happy
And sometimes we were sad.
One thing I am proud of and I am glad.
We did it together what ever it was,

we stuck it through thick and thin.
Living by my motto NEVER GIVE IN.
some day you will have family of your own,
don't forget to stick to them,
till they are full grown.

your loving mom
3rd march 1992
1.45 am
posted on my blog to day 25th october2009
copied from my personal diary,
changed the word book to blogs, as it is now
written on my blog

GITANJALI

A POEM WRITTEN BY CLUELESSNAN
ON GITANJALI'S BIRTHDAY
To day you are 18 years old,
You reached a milestone in your life,
Where now begins the cares and strife,
I held your hand through childhood,
And taught you what was right and good,
But now the time has come so fast,
On you feet alone at last,
The choices have to be made by you,
and recognise all the wrong ones to.
Mistakes I did make were plenty,
The road I chose was long andlengthy
Mariage,is not a game, neither is just a new name.
Responsibilities are plenty.
Sharing caring giving in,
Not regreting what should have been.
Jealousy should be out ruled,
It only lives in th heart of fools,
My advice to you can go on and on,
But, now its time for you to sing
your own song.
Remember its the singer not the song
That sings the notes right or wrong

Remember gitu and bear in mind,
a faithful friend is hard to find,
and if you find one good and true,
never change the old one for the new

poem written by cluelessnan for Gitu on her birthday
GITU IS THE ONE IN FRONT IN THE PICTURE
KAREN IS BEHIND GITU

GEOFFREY

GEOFFREY
YOU HAVE BEEN MY HELPING HAND
WHICH HAS NEVER FAILED.
YOU HELPED ME THROUGH NIGHT AND DAY
IN MANY DIFFERENT WAYS

WHEN WORK HAD TO BE DONE,
YOU TOOK UP THE BROOM
TO CLEAN THE UNTIDY ROOM
YOU GAVE UP YOUR FUN
YOU ARE HARD WORKING , MY SON.

YOU COOKED GOOD FOOD
AND CLEANED THE DISHES
RAN AT MY BECK AND CALL
AND DID ALL MY WISHES.

AT TIME AT NIGHT I COULD NOT SLEEP
INTO THE GARDEN WE WOULD CREEP
A SMALL CAMP FIRE WE DID BURN
AND WAIT FOR THE DAY LIGHT TO RETURN.

SOME TIMES WE DID NOT AGREE,
AND THIS REALLY WORRIED ME.
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH IT ALWAYS HURT
AT WHAT YOU SAID, IT WAS THE WORST

BUT WHEN ALL WAS SAID AND DONE.
I AM GLAD YOU WERE MY SON,
A HELPING HAND THROUGH MY LIFE
IN HAPPINESS AND IN STRIFE


DEAR GEOFFREY, YOUR CONTRIBUTION TO MY LIFE IS RARE.
A SMALL KID THAT HAD TO ATTEND SCHOOL
WOULD SIT WITH ME AND LOOSE SLEEP AND ENERGY ,
AND STILL ATTEND SCHOOL NEXT MORNING,
HOW CAN I FORGET THOSE DAYS
THE DAYS IN FARIDABAD WAS MEMORABLE
THOSE WERE THE HARDED DAYS OF MY LIFE , HOW CAN I REPAY THAT, NOT IN THIS LIFE, IF GOD PERMITS MAY BE IN THE NEXT

SUBHIA

Subhia is small child.full of grace
Fair and beautiful is her face,
Her voice is music to the ear.
She will keep growing year by year

When I look at her,
I think of another time.
When I was a mother of a little girl,
I see in her the same sad eyes
A sweet smile and teeth like pearls,

She brings memories of years gone by,
I am alone now and sometimes I cry,
My life seems in a whirl
When i think of my own little girl.

There comes a time in every girls life
when one becomes a wife.
A girl leaves the nest where
she was born
Now her mom life. is empty and forlorn

life is a circle to complete.
That is one of life sweet treats
A small price paid at any cost
To gain in subhia what I have lost

Poem for Subi now Ishika
BY CLUELESSNAN

WRITTEN WHEN SUBI WAS THREE YEARS OLD 1992

DEDICATED TO VIJAY

V--- is for valuable.
valuable and costly is your character.
once lost can nevr be regained.

I---is for integrity;
truth prevails, no lies at any cost.

j--- is for jealousy, stay away from it
because it will eat you up like a cancer.

A--- is for almighty.
God alone is almighty, let him be your guide
put your faith into his pair of hands

Y---is for youth,
youth is for a while,use it carefully and reap the harvest,
you are going to need it in your old age.
put these to gether you get vijay.

DEDICATED TO ROHAN

R IS FOR RIGHTEOUS,
THAT IS HOW YOU SHOULD BE

O IS FOR ONE ,
ONE GOOD DEED A DAY ,
WILL MAKE YOU HAPPY AND CARE FREE

H IS FOR HANDS,
WHICH CAN CONSTRUCT OR DISTRUCT,

A IS THE ALMIGHTY,
HE GIVES AND HE TAKES

N IS FOR NEVER.
NEVER TELL A LIE, IT IS EASIER
TO TELL THE TRUTH,
IT WILL CAUSE LESS PAIN

PUT THEM TOGETHER
ROHAN, THAT WILL BE YOU
TO MY SON ROHAN
WRITTEN MANY MOONS AGO
28 9 1992 10.15 PM

MY DEAREST ROHAN.
EVER SINCE YOUR FATHER DIED, YOU HAVE BEEN THE BREAD WINNER. I KNOW YOUR FATHER WOULD HAVE BEEN VERY PROUD OF YOU
IAM GRATEFUL TO ALL YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME AND VIJAY AND HIS FAMILY
IAM WORRIED WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO VIJAY, AS A MOM I DO PLEAD WITH YOU TO HELP HIM THROUGH LIFE, , REMEMBER HE IS YOUR BROTHER GOD WILL BLESS YOU AND GIVE YOU PLENTY IN RETURN

A DOGGIE NAMED STRIPES

A DEDICATION TO STRIPES

He came into my life with a bound,
This great big hound.
A mixture of a dober and a dane,
And Stripes was given as a name.
He was just a pup but, looked all grown up.
With big brown eyes.long ears that would twitch
His big tail would move with a swish
His bark was loud but he did not bite
And it kept many people out of sight.

To another he belonged
Who kept him chained all day long.
When his shackles were let loose
His head was out of the ugly noose
with a leap over the gate,
He would come to my place at any rate.
With long leaps and bounds
He would drop me to the ground.
Licking my face, my eyes and my nose,
Showering all his love as any dog knows

This loveable hound was sent away
and I felt very sad that day.
I could sleep, eat or drink,
but if my stripes, I did think.
perhaps the stranger would look after him well
Or perhaps not , who can tell.
when I am tired, weary and lonely
I think about stripes only,
A moment of joy flashes through my mind
and I put all my cares behind
I know deep in my heart, as the poet say
To meet to know and then to part.
Is many a tale of many a heart.

7th feb 1992 written 1,40 pm

to day 12th december 1994 9,25 pm
feeling very sad me and freddy had a fight to crown it all I heard that stripes died of gastro. I knew the stranger would not treat him well poor doggie I miss him

A POEM BY CLUELESS NANETTE

THIS EARTH IS OURS

SAVE THIS BEAUTIFUL EARTH BY CLUELESSNAN

This earth is ours for years untold,
This earth is ours to have and behold,
The mountains valleys plains and dales
Filled with forest rivers, and fauna.
With lots of beautiful things upon her
Animal Bird Fish too
Trees and flowers of every hue.
If only we could keep it this way.
Beautiful fresh and clean,

But man in his greedy stride,
Has changed this enchanted paradise,
To a concrete jungle full of smoke.
Chocked with carbon is our air,
Ghastly chemicals every where,
Fuming chimneys, chocked up lakes.
The earth has been filled with dirty plaque.
Computers, bombs, nuclear and space,
Is now first priority, of the human race.
this is the path to destruction.
As any one could see.
In time there will be no you, nor me

MY FIRST ATEMPT AT WRITING POEMS
FIRST WRITTEN IN 7TH MARCH 1992
PUBLISHED ON MY BLOG TODAY 1O CTOBER 2009
CLUELESSNAN

OUR PLANET IS BEING DESTROYED

The wonder of nature is a magical thing.
The beauty of nature many poets sing.
In this vast world I am very small,'
Like a few grains of sand on a wall.

Nature is there to admire.
On nature I do desire,
To write a few words for all to see,
What nature really means to me.

Moonlight the Sunlight ,birds and the bees,
The flowers the leaves,Fruit on the trees,

The rivers, lakes mountains and plains
they are not just beautiful,but life they do sustain.

the animals plants fish,the reptile and we
depends on nature,I am sure you will agree.


Without nature The world will soon dissapear.
Do not destroythe air that we breathe,

killing our forests disposing nuclear waste
is chocking mother earth at a very fast rate

the snow caps are melting, climate has changed.
we got to be careful, before nature is deranged.

I am alive and I use nature in my every day, I want to tell every one
we should respect this beautiful world we live in ,and do not destroy it, We should preserve it for generations to come., I am a but a grain of sand and I would like to give back to the earth what it gives to me life , we are here because of nature after we go we become a part of nature,
THIS IS MY OWN POEM WHICH I DEDICATE TO EARTH AND NATURE
I AM NOT MUCH OF A POET BUT I DO LIKE TO WRITE DOWN MY FEELINGS
NANETTE DORAN ,
ALSO KNOW AS CLUELESSNAN

TIME AND TIDE WAITS FOR NO ONE

Friday, October 23, 2009

TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE

Sometimes,my sister comes over
and has a cup of tea or two
Exchange of views has been exhausted
and there is nothing left to do.

A pack of cards is then brought out,
with a few other, cards are dealt out,
A game of flush thus begins,
every one hopes that they win,

Ten paisa to the kitty is played,
and then if you like the stakes are raised.
The game is really very small,
and no one really wins at all,

for the coins they change from hand to hand
and every one is happy when ever they can,
lay their hand on a game or two.

for hours and hours we sit together.
sharing jokes and laughter to,
no one notices how quickly the time has flown,
soon my sister realizes she has to go home

a few hours spent together is over in a flash
time waits for no one it goes on its way.
just like the game of flush we had played to day

dated 3rd march 1992
time 1,17 pm