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Priya |
Mar 29 2006, 10:40 PM
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Thanks. With friends like U......
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catch22 |
Mar 29 2006, 11:57 PM
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‘Songs and Sonnets’
John Donne 1572-1631 No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face. Whoever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he’s one that goes Take me to you, imprison me, for I Except you enthral me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be. Just such disparity As is ’twixt air and angels’ purity, ’Twixt women’s love, and men’s will ever be. All other things, to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay; This, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, Running it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day. Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks. Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I Must die at last, ’tis best, To use my self in jest Thus by feigned deaths to die. Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil’s foot. I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry. I have done one braver thing Than all the Worthies did, And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is, to keep that hid. "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 30 2006, 12:34 AM
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Echo
Christina Georgina Rossetti Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet; Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death: Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low As long ago, my love, how long ago. "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 |
shivani |
Mar 30 2006, 12:36 PM
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QUOTE Thanks. With friends like U...... Please finish your sentence. |
shivani |
Mar 30 2006, 03:00 PM
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The most beautiful flower The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown For the world was intent on dragging me down. And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!" In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away. But instead of retreating he sat next to my side And placed the flower to his nose And declared with overacted surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you." The weed before me was dying or dead. No vibrant colors: orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower and replied. "Just what I need." But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, He held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind. I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun As I thanked him for picking the very best one. Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see The problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, And appreciate every second that's mine. And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose And smiled as I watched that young boy, Another weed in his hand, About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man. -Unknown Just Another Flower I write this for you, You know who you are. The ones likeing happy poems, Wishing upon a star. The ones who like flowers, roses, Who like laughing, never crying. I hand you some posies, When I write about dying. The white you bare, The black I like. Flowers in your hair, I spit on you with spite. "Where's the happiness?" you ask, "Where's the love?" I respond, "On your mask.", "Look below, then above." - Unknown Someone's wilted flower Left crumpled on the floor A picturesque example Of a love that is no more She knew he never loved her She knew it couldn't be But still she smiled all the while As he pledged eternity Summer came and ended Love ceased to exist No more talking over sunsets No more fire when they kissed But still a wilted flower Left crumpled on the floor And it bears a close resemblence To the one left in her door By a boy she never wanted By a man she couldn't see It's just a picturesque example Of how ugly love can be. -Nikki Vamp |
catch22 |
Mar 30 2006, 03:56 PM
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#351
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" The most beautiful flower"
That's a lovely & inspirational poem. It's author should be, Cheryl L. Costello-Forshey "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 30 2006, 06:11 PM
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 2985 Joined: 29-October 04 Member No.: 1172 |
Beauty
Look in my eyes, what do you see, Beauty of the inner me. Deep down in your heart, what do you feel, The beauty of a love that is real. Touch my hand soft and tender Is a beauty that makes you surrender. Listen to my words, what do you hear, Beauty flowing through the air Look around you to your left and right All you'll see is beauty tonight Kiss my lips, what do you taste A beauty that would never waste Run your hands down my body While looking into my eyes Listen to my loving words As my beauty conceals no lies Nancy Amato "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 30 2006, 07:06 PM
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 14700 Joined: 24-October 03 From: Kerala, India Member No.: 25 |
QUOTE Thanks. With friends like U...... Please finish your sentence. ..... WHO NEEDS ENEMIES! |
Priya |
Mar 30 2006, 07:13 PM
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 14700 Joined: 24-October 03 From: Kerala, India Member No.: 25 |
Love a star
A star cannot hurt you Love the moon The moon will not betray you Reach for the unreachable So it can't turn round and mock you A mirage that persists to haunt you. You say you must love Well, pick a dream and love it Knowing it as a dream And loving it as a dream Your dream, your ideal Constant, unshakeable It will keep you straight Always there, always ahead Give it your best It will give you its best. Childish, not realistic you say? So be it Reality does not exist. |
catch22 |
Mar 31 2006, 11:06 PM
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 2985 Joined: 29-October 04 Member No.: 1172 |
Behind Silent Doors
Friendship and romance dance Hand in hand descreetly... Exposure can destroy joys uncovered Too soon! And the whispering one who loves another, Knows this catch is rare. Friendship and romance, Enhanced in quarters secret... Kept fresh, alive and undefeated. Feeding on the calm of tranquility, When peace is released to explore. Friendship and romance Comes to glance upon those who give, Who share in private a growth of love Unseen by eyes unslept by gossipying lies... Yet set aside from envy...and swept away, Behind silent doors to bloom! Lawrence S. Pertillar "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 |
Apr 2 2006, 12:45 AM
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Sir George Etherege (or Etheredge) c.1635-91\
Fear not, though love and beauty fail, My reason shall my heart direct: Your kindness now will then prevail, And passion turn into respect: Chloris, at worst, you’ll in the end But change your Lover for a friend. Ephelia fl. 1679 And yet I love this false, this worthless man, With all the passion that a woman can; Dote on his imperfections, though I spy Nothing to love; I love, and know not why. ‘Female Poems’ (1679) David Everett 1769-1813 You’d scarce expect one of my age To speak in public on the stage; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don’t view me with a critic’s eye, But pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, Tall oaks from little acorns grow. Edward Fitzgerald 1809-83 ‘The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám’ (1859) ‘A book of verses underneath the bough, ; A jug of wine, a loaf of bread—and Thou ; Beside me singing in the wilderness ; Oh, wilderness were paradise enow!’ ; Ah, my belovèd, fill the cup that clears To-day of past regrets and future fears: To-morrow!—Why, to-morrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s seven thousand years. Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the dust descend; Dust into dust, and under dust, to lie, Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, and—sans End! Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the wise To talk; one thing is certain, that life flies; One thing is certain, and the rest is lies; The flower that once hath blown for ever dies. With them the seed of wisdom did I sow, And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow; And this was all the harvest that I reaped— ‘I came like water, and like wind I go’. Ah, fill the cup:—what boots it to repeat How time is slipping underneath our feet: Unborn TO-MORROW, and dead YESTERDAY, Why fret about them if TO-DAY be sweet! Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us passed the door of darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road, Which to discover we must travel too. The moving finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it. And that inverted bowl we call The Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not thy hands to It for help—for It Rolls impotently on as Thou or I. Indeed the idols I have loved so long Have done my credit in this world much wrong: Have drowned my glory in a shallow cup And sold my reputation for a song. "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 |
Apr 3 2006, 02:15 PM
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Member Group: Members Posts: 164 Joined: 29-July 04 From: Mumbai, India Member No.: 646 |
Aha..it is good to be back after the rush of
work of 31st MArch financial year ending... Thank good I did not miss much here.. Parting by Charlotte Bronte 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: There's such a thing as dwelling On the thought ourselves have nurs'd, And with scorn and courage telling The world to do its worst. We'll not let its follies grieve us, We'll just take them as they come; And then every day will leave us A merry laugh for home. When we've left each friend and brother, When we're parted wide and far, We will think of one another, As even better than we are. Every glorious sight above us, Every pleasant sight beneath, We'll connect with those that love us, Whom we truly love till death! In the evening, when we're sitting By the fire perchance alone, Then shall heart with warm heart meeting, Give responsive tone for tone. We can burst the bonds which chain us, Which cold human hands have wrought, And where none shall dare restrain us We can meet again, in thought. So there's no use in weeping, Bear a cheerful spirit still; Never doubt that Fate is keeping Future good for present ill! Did I / anyone else post it before ? 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 |
shivani |
Apr 3 2006, 02:39 PM
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 3886 Joined: 1-August 05 Member No.: 2848 |
QUOTE Aha..it is good to be back after the rush of work of 31st MArch financial year ending... Thank good I did not miss much here.. : ) .. If only you had told us, we would have ordered the time to stand still (in this thread) and wait for thee to come back. Dont knwo if someone posted it here.. but guess I read recently. |
catch22 |
Apr 3 2006, 03:30 PM
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 2985 Joined: 29-October 04 Member No.: 1172 |
QUOTE 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: When we've left each friend and brother, When we're parted wide and far, We will think of one another, As even better than we are. In the evening, when we're sitting By the fire perchance alone, Then shall heart with warm heart meeting, Give responsive tone for tone. That's a beauty. No, you did'nt post here "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 |
Apr 3 2006, 04:18 PM
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Member Group: Members Posts: 164 Joined: 29-July 04 From: Mumbai, India Member No.: 646 |
Shiv..and catch you don't know how much I missed coming here.. Ofcourse, the time would never stand still for us.. it will go on.... you are all such sweethearts.. Some from Nicholas Gordon Though I broke my promise and your trust Though I broke my promise and your trust, My love for you remains as strong as ever. I know it must mean little to swear never Again to break my word, and yet I must. What else can I do? Your fury's just, But all my world will darken if you sever My heart from yours. Please wait, and I'll endeavor To blow new life into this mound of dust. All that you require of me I'll do And more, if what you ask leaves room for more. Thus time will heal this wound and leave no scar. Since I now know the pain of losing you, I'll be yours more than I could before, And you will see what my true feelings are My pride is like a castle in the sand My pride is like a castle in the sand Washed away by hope and need and pain. You left me holding someone else's hand, And now you stand alone in midnight rain. I want you back again if you want me; I'm ready to rebuild what we have lost, As the owner of a dream swept out to sea Builds back upon the beach despite the cost. My love for you is stronger than the waves, Stronger than the doubts that we may share; If you will say the word that my heart craves, I'll find some flowered field and take you there. And Time will sweep this interlude away; It will barely be a memory someday. 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 |
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