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catch22 |
Mar 10 2006, 08:45 PM
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#211
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Soft the words that come from you to let me know you care,
Instantly flood my being with the love we dearly share. Spirits kindred we've become, no force on earth can break The tender bond that our two hearts as one can only make. Everything you look forward to and even things you fear, Remember ever how I feel and that I am always here. People look at her and think she doesn't walk But she does, she walks daily in majestic grace One look and most would think she can not even talk But she does, just look deeper into that face Where pain and sorrow and physical bonds for her cannot belong She'll dance and sing praises throughout the whole daylong She'll skip down those streets of gold that smile upon her face To claim the mansion prepared for her in that most beautiful place So don't limit her that she can't walk or utter language sounds Just know that she's a Child & her love has no bounds Anonymous "The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
dimps |
Mar 11 2006, 12:26 PM
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#212
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Because I live for today Not tomorrow Catch, did you write this... I especially loved the above lines... One from me to you.. Ode on Solitude How happy he, who free from care The rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breathes his native air, In his own grounds. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest! who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide swift away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day, Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mix'd; sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please, With meditation. Thus let me live, unheard, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. by : Alexander Pope There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one's heart: ...........by Charlotte Bronte |
catch22 |
Mar 11 2006, 01:20 PM
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#213
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Wow, that's a beautiful piece Dimps. Excellent. Every single word & sentence have been nicely put together & are so meaningful.
"The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
catch22 |
Mar 11 2006, 01:43 PM
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#214
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But our Great Turks in wit must reign alone
And ill can bear a Brother on the Throne. Wit is like faith by such warm Fools profest Who to be saved by one, must damn the rest. Some who grow dull religious strait commence And gain in morals what they lose in sence. Wits starve as useless to a Common weal While Fools have places purely for their Zeal. Now wits gain praise by copying other wits As one Hog lives on what another shits. Wou'd you your writings to some Palates fit Purged all you verses from the sin of wit For authors now are so conceited grown They praise no works but what are like their own. Alexander Pope "The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
catch22 |
Mar 11 2006, 06:31 PM
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#215
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At Random
by Anonymous It was at random that we met, A chance that not many get. When I heard the "Uh Oh", How was I to know! That you would turn out to be my special friend, Someone who could be there, Until the end. No matter how I feel or what I do, I know, in my heart, That I can count on you. I've never seen you, Heard you, or touched you. Those kind of chances are very few. To meet someone from far away, Never knowing if they're here to stay, Not knowing if what they say is true, Of what they're doing and telling you. So far away, but yet so near, The "not knowing" is the fear. Is it truth, or is it lies? Will a heart grow, or will it die? Either way, the bonds of Friendship's strings are tied. One's needs are met, Some with regret. Some with hope, Some with pain. But still, the answer is plain. If we hadn't met, On that very day, Things would be different In every way. The emptiness may be filled, A life may start to rebuild. A heart may be broken, Or made to mend; All because of that "Random Friend". "The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
Priya |
Mar 11 2006, 11:41 PM
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#216
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Wow, nice one Catch.
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shivani |
Mar 12 2006, 06:11 PM
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#217
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Catch , Lalitha and Priya, lovely poems : ).
Ginger.. am still awaiting the stories you wrote. Please share them child. If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made. What if I look upon a man As though on my beloved, And my blood be cold the while And my heart unmoved? Why should he think me cruel Or that he is betrayed? I'd have him love the thing that was Before the world was made. -W B Yeats The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart. There's something ails our colt That must, as if it had not holy blood Nor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud, Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt As though it dragged road-metal. My curse on plays That have to be set up in fifty ways, On the day's war with every knave and dolt, Theatre business, management of men. I swear before the dawn comes round again I'll find the stable and pull out the bolt. -W B Yeats |
catch22 |
Mar 13 2006, 02:30 AM
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#218
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In my life, she brought sunshine
A petite sweet lady, who to me, is so ever thoughtful and kind At first glance, I knew she has a beautiful heart This lovely lady, I could foretell, would make a sincere friend right from the start The inner beauty in her is such a delight Like a light so bright of a moon lit night A person who is so giving A lady who has a zest for living One who is bubbly and good-natured One who deserves, in a poem,to be featured Anonymous "The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
dimps |
Mar 13 2006, 11:05 AM
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#219
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Member Group: Members Posts: 164 Joined: 29-July 04 From: Mumbai, India Member No.: 646 |
For Shiv, Catch and Priya The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that, the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. by : Robert Frost There's no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping A remembrance in one's heart: ...........by Charlotte Bronte |
Priya |
Mar 13 2006, 12:02 PM
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#220
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 14700 Joined: 24-October 03 From: Kerala, India Member No.: 25 |
Either way, it will be a sigh, hai na Dimps. Is there anyone who never wonders--what if or what if not?
Waise the road less travelled by is not a pleasant one. The millions trotting on the well-worn parallel road point fingers at one as a freak!!! May I ask, aapke paas itna bada poetry ka khazana hai. Aapko kahan se milte hain? Aap khud likhti hain? |
catch22 |
Mar 13 2006, 12:40 PM
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#221
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QUOTE Cigarette He holds me to his lips Watches me glow Intoxicated He cannot wait He takes a deep breath Draws me in—my soul Shuts his eyes and dreams In delirious pleasure I am his world He needs me All of me. His eyes open He blows out my life in smoke He slowly taps away The ashes of my dreams. I lie with those gone before A broken heap of grey. Just one little doubt, Priya. Are you the cigarette? Who is the smoker? "The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
Priya |
Mar 13 2006, 01:30 PM
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#222
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 14700 Joined: 24-October 03 From: Kerala, India Member No.: 25 |
Ah!!! Wouldn't U like to know?
I remember when I showed this to a classmate during my MPhil, he said, "so U mean women are injurious to health." True, the image suggests that, but the poem is really abt just how worthless a woman may be to the man who proposes to love her. |
catch22 |
Mar 13 2006, 02:21 PM
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#223
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You are right. It is all about the trials & tribulations that a woman undergoes in a man's world. Extending this anology a little further, could one assume that ultimately the smoker too gets destroyed in the process. He blows himself away too.
"The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it."
"Reading made Don Quixote a gentleman, but believing what he read made him mad. " "You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race. " George Bernard Shaw |
Priya |
Mar 13 2006, 04:36 PM
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#224
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 14700 Joined: 24-October 03 From: Kerala, India Member No.: 25 |
I guess so Catch. He lives life to the fullest but never touches its core.
Dukhaye dil jo kisi ka woh aadmi kya hai Kisi ke kaam na aaye to zindagi kya hai... I think the poem like so many of mine is about giving Urself completely, so much so that when it all falls apart U have to recover Urself from scratch. Whereas for the user the relationship is all utilitarian and maybe parasitic even. |
shivani |
Mar 13 2006, 04:42 PM
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#225
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QUOTE He lives life to the fullest but never touches its core. What exactly makes you say so ? QUOTE Waise the road less travelled by is not a pleasant one. The millions trotting on the well-worn parallel road point fingers at one as a freak!!! People have been given fingers so they can point them. What does one care about what anyone else says. and Why ? QUOTE I think the poem like so many of mine is about giving Urself completely, so much so that when it all falls apart U have to recover Urself from scratch. Whereas for the user the relationship is all utilitarian and maybe parasitic even. Again.. it is slightly difficult for me to understand.. so please help me Women have seen for ages that men can not get involved as deeply as them, and in many a cases, love is just a game for them. What makes them then to give themselves completely? Why are they unable to see a simple fact that men wouold treat them in a similar manner they treat themselves. If Women are not able to respect and love their own self and proclaim to be a mere subject who can be sacrificed at mere whim of the man.. and then is treated so.. why does she complain? PS : I am just trying to understand please do not think I am questioning anything you said. |
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