Jest to dismiss the humour about ...

Desi's BIRDdae.
NO, it's NOT true. Jest some rumour started by a JP.

Or Desi is running out of time, NOT probable; ... dime, it's possible.

Butt 'cos howsy.blogpsot.com says he/she/it (I'm no gender reader from afar, or even on close-up) MISSES Desi!
Hey, J(H)osey (ni niknamanya), sila bagi tahu anda adalah Encik, Cik atau Datuk/Datin atau Ton/Tonne?

I'm back a fractional day early!
Who else MISS'd me? Legs up.
Alrite, I didn't see any! Or I'd tarik it hard!



The Printer's Devil can create havoc sometimes.

I remember seeing Publib Bank being rendered in all its naked glory by The Star reference to it as a Pubic Bank, captured for posterior-ity:(? by JeffOoi!

So was I startled a bit when page W42 of The Star, March 9, 2006 -- not agin! -- ran this as a birief down its right hand column:

WANTI-TERROR LAW
APPROVED: Law enforce-
ment officuials get to keep
their anti-terror tools, but
with some new currbs, under
the USA Patriot Act renewal
passed by the House in an
cliffhanger vote.

This scribe has engaged in WORD PRAY-PLAY -- ala PCK, The Best in JB and Sin-Land -- Best in Furong, maybe even the Hole of Peninsular Malaysia, also perhaps some caves in Sabah, and Cats dens in Sarawak mayhaps; Desi's Place is just to lighten up -- jest up? -- this o'lady very tensed up cuntry called Malaysia-eh.

But on serious occasions like when this thingy called Death visits, Desiderata often is stumped for words. Men -- unlike Women -- generally do not fare well at WORDS at crisis-points in human affairs. They make very good CONsorting rascals, but very poor COMforting partners.

Hey, my Mail friends, do you agree?
and my Estemed fe-Mail friends, do you miss-agree?

But I recorded this for mGf William Wang & family -- always can rely on a fellow Poet to the Rescue! A poem without a title, but now often referred to by the first verse,which underwent many "versions", but from "Googling" research came this:

Mary Frye was acknowledge the writer of the poem, and she had confirmed the following interpretation as her original version (specifically apparently in her interview with Kelly Ryan for Ideals magazine in 2000.

(do not stand at my grave and weep)
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

It is likely that the mystery and magical appeal of Mary Frye's verse will continue. Probably the mystery has contributed to the poem's appeal. It is likely also that the poem will forever touch people, in the way that people are touched and inspired by Max Ehrmann's 'Desiderata', and by Rudyard Kipling's 'If', to name a couple of other worthy examples.

Mary Frye's 'Do not stand at my grave' and its timeless appeal provide a wonderful illustration of the power of language, and the power of ideas and concepts to spread far and wide, quite organically.

Beautiful words transcend all else; they inspire, console and strengthen the human spirit.