Somebody once said, "When life hands you a lemon, make lemonade." This evening when I found myself left with a lemon, I decided to put some coconut, banana, and pineapple with it and see how it tasted.
Narelle
@Songuine
Somebody once said, "When life hands you a lemon, make lemonade." This evening when I found myself left with a lemon, I decided to put some coconut, banana, and pineapple with it and see how it tasted.
@Songuine
This custom song was written for Peter Sage for the commencement of his Millionaire Business School 2022 in Cyprus. https://youtube.com/shorts/DBMaT0THvDk
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I hope this video will serve as a fun reminder for you and your family that your thoughts control your happiness and wellbeing. You have the power to change your thoughts, and that can change your life. #AsYouThinkSoYouAre #MentalHealthIsImportant
The poet and humourist in me have thoroughly enjoyed exploring the medium of rap. Rhyme-smithing was admirably modelled to me in my youth by the famous poet of light verse, American Ogden Nash. I have used one of his techniques to create a rhyme for 'ugly'.
FUGLY is an original word coined for this rhetoric. I have been warned that my word has been heard spoken in coarse street lingo. That would be somebody else's coined word, somebody with a less elevated mindset.
Here is the source of my word. The dictionary definition of FUG is the stuffy atmosphere of a poorly ventilated space; also a stuffy or malodorous emanation. I added the "ly" describer suffix, and voila! *fugly*, a word very useful in detailing the nature of unhealthy thought patterns.
Blessing you to discover more of the power within you, in Jesus name.
Fiat lux!
Narelle
#MentalHealthAdvocate
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Spring is springing, and a new season zinging for me. I went for a zesty promenade in the gardens to mark the occasion.
What do you do when you spot a patch of bluebells? Here's what I did.
A little inspiration late at night (you get sleepy Narelle with no makeup or kind lighting, lol) resulted in an impromptu session at the piano. Here's a tiny clip of it. I really like it. Maybe I'll do something with it. What do you think?
Fiat lux.
Narelle
While thinking alpine thoughts this week, I came up with this little melody. What do you think? Should I enlarge the thought and do something with it?
#lovefreshmountainairA wee farm doggie started this song project. I saw her standing on the wheel of a tractor, snowy mountains in the background, howling at one end of her and wagging at the other. Her master had encouraged her to practice in preparation for a special town visit to protest unworkable legislation pressed upon farmers, growers, and trades service providers.
I thought, "I could do that. With a little coaching from her, I reckon I could howl like that."
I had less than three days before the event. I decided to test my system and see if I could write a song and upload a video of it within that short time.
I can't say I'll willingly put that kind of pressure on myself again, but my system handled it, I did what I set out to do, I had a lot of fun doing it, and it's been a great confidence booster.
As always, the costuming aspect was great fun. The Kiwi Stockman oilskin coat with comfortable brushed cotton lining is a treasure from my youth, the first expensive clothing item I bought for myself, age 16. On wet days, winter and summer, it kept my upper half dry on my paper delivery route. I recall the only alternative at that time was the thick and prickly Swanddri pullover wool bushshirt.
A few years later, my globetrotting sister brought the Australian Akubra hat home across the Tasman Sea for me. In those days before the internet, I would see Kiwis wearing this type of hat but didn't know where they bought them. Having a personal shopper offer to stuff her suitcase for me was a fabulous opportunity.
Thus kitted out in my retro outdoor gear, with many happy memories of living on these beautiful islands, I sung my song for everyone who needs the land in order to survive and flourish. Which is everyone, right?
I hope you enjoy my little howler.
Fiat lux.
Narelle
"FARM ALARM"©
Lyrics by Narelle Worboys [Tune of Baa Baa Black Sheep]
[Howl]
Old MacDonald had a farm,
But it's been stolen. We're alarmed.
Thieves are locking up our land.
Regulations out of hand.
Growing food is being banned.
Howl a protest -- save our land.
[Howl]
Young MacDonald grew some fruit,
But pickers cannot pick the loot.
Ma MacDonald cannot shoot
Pigs and rabbits not so cute.
Rules of reason have been canned.
Howl a protest -- save our land.
[Howl]
Baa baa black sheep can't have wool
'Cause farming isn't workable.
Tradies cannot drive a ute --
Charge disaster down that route.
For our country we all stand.
Howl a protest -- save our land.
[Howl]
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