I’m proud of myself

I’m not a fan of modern parenting techniques, especially the American kind that praises a child with constant “Great Job” for completing every task. However, I think it’s a good thing that we should all be proud of ourselves every once in a while, so here’s mama nous, especially for you…and I do mean YOU!

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Cool songs for kind kids (of all ages!)

Hi, I’m mama nous (*ma*ma*noo) and I’m so excited to sing with you!

I share songs, tools, and magically mindful (re)parenting strategies to help you connect with children (including your inner child!) in ways that gently build emotional intelligence & resilience.

I believe kids’ music should be enjoyable for grown-ups too, so my musical style is influenced by my background as an indie folk musician. I hope my songs bring more joy and playfulness into your family’s life, give you language to start big conversations, and help you nurture your own inner child.

Lyrics of i’m proud of myself by mama nous

I′m proud of myself

And i’m really really cool

Cuz i did that thing

That i didn′t wanna do

And i did a good job

And it wasn’t that bad

And now that it’s over with

I′m really really glad!

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I′m proud of myself

And i’m really really great

Cuz i had lotsa patience

When i didn′t wanna wait

And i did a good job

And it wasn’t that bad

And now that it′s my turn

I’m really really glad!

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I′m proud of myself

And i’m really really strong

Cuz i said i was sorry

When i did something wrong

And i did a good job

And it wasn’t that bad

And now that i made amends

I′m really really glad!

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I′m proud of myself

And i’m really gassed up

Cuz i made a big mess

Then i went and cleaned it up

And i did a good job

And it wasn′t that bad

And now that my space is clean

I’m really really glad!

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I′m proud of myself

And i’m really really cool

Cuz i did that thing

That i didn′t wanna do

And i did a good job

And it wasn’t that bad

And now that it’s over with

I′m really really glad!

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Writer(s): Michelle Barrow

Well, that explains it!

BERJAYA

August 1968

The Ogre does what ogres can,
Deeds quite impossible for Man,
But one prize is beyond his reach,
The Ogre cannot master Speech:
About a subjugated plain,
Among its desperate and slain,
The Ogre stalks with hands on hips,
While drivel gushes from his lips.

W H Auden

The poem responds to the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia on August 20, 1968. The invasion by 500,000 Warsaw Pact troops toppled the reformist regime of Alexander Dubcek, which had ended censorship earlier that year. 

In sharing this, I found that I had no categories or tags that adequately covered the content. I am not surprised!

The President

Theodore Roosevelt, 26th US President (1858-1919)

Comeuppance

My thanks to Sir John Betjeman for his marvellous poem Slough which inspired my meagre effort “Comeuppance.”

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Come friendly bombs and fall on Trump,

He really is a dreadful chump.

His lying face I’d like to thump,

And see him rot in jail.

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Come bombs and blow to kingdom come

All those who treat us like we’re dumb.

I’d like to see them suffer some.

Yes, those beyond the pale!

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Come missiles and some cheaper drones

Those ones controlled by mobile phones.

Let them smash the feeble bones

Of those who need to pay.

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Come everyone let’s rise and speak.

Let’s show the bullies we’re not weak,

That we will not stay mild and meek,

That we will have our say!

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Slough can be viewed in full HERE.

Not a lot has changed!

“The few own the many because they possess the means of livelihood of all … The country is governed for the richest, for the corporations, the bankers, the land speculators, and for the exploiters of labor. The majority of mankind are working people. So long as their fair demands—the ownership and control of their livelihoods—are set at naught, we can have neither men’s rights nor women’s rights. The majority of mankind is ground down by industrial oppression in order that the small remnant may live in ease.”

—Helen Keller, 1911

BERJAYA

Helen Keller portrait, 1904. Due to a protruding left eye, Keller was usually photographed in profile until she had her eyes replaced c. 1911 with glass replicas for “medical and cosmetic reasons”.

A remarkable lady. You can read more about her HERE.

Content!

Tomorrow is Armistice Day and, at this time of year, I always get to thinking about those I have known, and those I never knew, who died, or were affected in any way by war, or in the service of their country and humanity.  Service has always included not just military men and women but also the myriad folk who contributed, and continue to contribute, in any way whatsoever. The basic concept of Armistice Day is “Never Again”.  The world should not forget that. The sentiment should not be Never Forget, but Always Remember. We have that responsibility.

I tend to get a little maudlin, each year, for a few days over this period and, I suppose, that is what prompted this poem!

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Content!

Love sustains me beyond the fears, the insecurity, and the pain; 

The very fundamentals of life…and death;

The in between that’s never seen;

The basic structures of existence:

And yet…here I am, uncertain, a little fearful, the beginnings of trepidation

For what?

I know not!

Perhaps it’s always been there.  The insecurity, the uncertainty, the pain!

Nevertheless…I like that word…nevertheless I am what I am;

I am who I am;

I am where I am and, with that,

I am content!

Compare – A Sorta Sonnet

BERJAYA

What’s a weekend without a challenge. Over at SueW and GC’s site you can find out how to have a go and can find the links to read all the entries. Click on this to go there.

I pondered on comparing children’s play in years gone by to that of today and have written a sorta sonnet.

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Playing – then and now

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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Why would you even think of that?

In that case will you come to play?

The sun’s quite strong so wear a hat!

(THEN)

So off we went with not a care

And stayed out ‘til we couldn’t see

Our Mums not bothered what or where

As long as we were back for tea 

(NOW)

I’ll just let Mum know where I’ll be

She worries if she doesn’t know

I’m not allowed to climb a tree

And must be careful where I go

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I pity children of today

They have no freedom when they play

Broken Promise

This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #277 where the given word is RENEGE and the word count is 49.

This poem went its own way once I started it. I will not reveal my interpretation, but would be interested to hear your thoughts.

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Remember, you promised. You said you would

Every time you promised “If you’re really good!”

Now I lie here, having been good, I’m in despair

Every time you promised but don’t seem to care

Great is the price, it’s clear to see

Every time you promised, you promised me!

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Broken Promise

Return Hope

This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #267 where the given word is RETURN and the word count is 31.

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Right 

Everyone!

Time to find a new Prime Minister.  Someone who

Understands they must earn

Respect and who is concerned for the country

Not themselves. Let’s return fairness. Let’s return reason!