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pinky |
Jul 23 2007, 08:18 PM
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#661
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Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In another's being mingle-- Why not I with thine? See, the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower could be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea;-- What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me? ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley "The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched...but are felt in the heart." Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond My hope carries me and places me On the sweetest lap of the unknown. There i behold my self-form In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born Every morn and every Night Some are born to sweet Delight Some are born to Endless night |
noorie |
Jul 31 2007, 04:20 AM
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#662
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 3219 Joined: 21-June 06 Member No.: 6518 |
Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In another's being mingle-- Why not I with thine? See, the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower could be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea;-- What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me? ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley I love this poem. Thanks for posting it Pinkz. Noorie "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
noorie |
Jul 31 2007, 04:23 AM
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#663
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 3219 Joined: 21-June 06 Member No.: 6518 |
To You ( Leaves Of Grass )
- Walt Whitman Let us twain walk aside from the rest; Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony, Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none—Tell me the whole story, Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife, husband, or physician Stranger! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you? "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
pinky |
Aug 2 2007, 10:30 PM
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#664
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To You ( Leaves Of Grass ) - Walt Whitman Let us twain walk aside from the rest; Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony, Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none—Tell me the whole story, Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife, husband, or physician Stranger! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you? Lovely poem noorie. Love Me Love me in the Springtime, when all is green and new, Love me in the Summer, when the sky is oh so blue, Love me in the Autumn, when the leaves are turning brown, Love me in the Winter, when the snow is falling down. Love me when I'm happy, and even when I'm sad, Love me when I'm good, or when I'm oh so bad, Love me when I'm pretty, or if my face is plain, Love me when I'm feeling good, or when I'm feeling pain. Love me always darlin', in the rain or shining sun, Love me always darlin', after all is said and done, Love me always darlin', until all our life is through, Love me always darlin', for I'll be lovin' you! -Amanda Nicole Martinez - A Thousand Fair suitors A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart Those poets of movement and jockeys of art The high-volume vendors who hustle romance Splashing their canvas with color and dance The blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurled They offer lush gardens in glistening worlds Yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone Who whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones And there in your doorway, no shadow is cast No lingering voices, no ghosts from the past Just a cluster of walls, and a window of pain Collecting the heartache like droplets of rain Still I stand before you, with palms to the sky No gold in my pocket, no thorn in my side And all I can offer, where words have no place Is a body that trembles, and this love that awaits - Jeff Kurfess "The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched...but are felt in the heart." Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond My hope carries me and places me On the sweetest lap of the unknown. There i behold my self-form In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born Every morn and every Night Some are born to sweet Delight Some are born to Endless night |
noorie |
Aug 11 2007, 11:47 AM
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#665
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 3219 Joined: 21-June 06 Member No.: 6518 |
Love Me Love me in the Springtime, when all is green and new, Love me in the Summer, when the sky is oh so blue, Love me in the Autumn, when the leaves are turning brown, Love me in the Winter, when the snow is falling down. Love me when I'm happy, and even when I'm sad, Love me when I'm good, or when I'm oh so bad, Love me when I'm pretty, or if my face is plain, Love me when I'm feeling good, or when I'm feeling pain. Love me always darlin', in the rain or shining sun, Love me always darlin', after all is said and done, Love me always darlin', until all our life is through, Love me always darlin', for I'll be lovin' you! -Amanda Nicole Martinez - A Thousand Fair suitors A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart Those poets of movement and jockeys of art The high-volume vendors who hustle romance Splashing their canvas with color and dance The blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurled They offer lush gardens in glistening worlds Yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone Who whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones And there in your doorway, no shadow is cast No lingering voices, no ghosts from the past Just a cluster of walls, and a window of pain Collecting the heartache like droplets of rain Still I stand before you, with palms to the sky No gold in my pocket, no thorn in my side And all I can offer, where words have no place Is a body that trembles, and this love that awaits - Jeff Kurfess Love those lines specially! Thanks Pinkz. I so want to believe, but I am afraid that I wouldn't recognise true love even if it were right in front of me. Can you blame me? It's such a shallow world. Noorie "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
noorie |
Aug 11 2007, 11:49 AM
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#666
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It doesn't interest me what you do for a living . . .
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are . . . I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love . . . for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon . . . I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened . . . opened by life's betrayals, or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain . . . mine, or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy . . . be with joy . . . mine, or your own . . . if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning either one of us to be careful, or to be realistic, or to remember our limitations, or to remember who we are. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me right now is true, I don't care . . . I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself . . . if you can hear the truth in your soul, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful, and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty every day and if you can source your life from God's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure . . . yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver sliver of a full moon, YES . . . yes. It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have . . . I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done for the children. It doesn't interest me who you are or how you came to be here . . . I want to know if you will stand in the center of a fire with me and not shrink back. And finally, it doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied . . . I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself . . . and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. — Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Native American Elder "During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act" "You have enemies? Good! It means that you stood up for something, sometime in your life." |
pinky |
Aug 30 2007, 11:42 PM
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#667
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 4221 Joined: 28-January 06 Member No.: 4518 |
Love Me Love me in the Springtime, when all is green and new, Love me in the Summer, when the sky is oh so blue, Love me in the Autumn, when the leaves are turning brown, Love me in the Winter, when the snow is falling down. Love me when I'm happy, and even when I'm sad, Love me when I'm good, or when I'm oh so bad, Love me when I'm pretty, or if my face is plain, Love me when I'm feeling good, or when I'm feeling pain. Love me always darlin', in the rain or shining sun, Love me always darlin', after all is said and done, Love me always darlin', until all our life is through, Love me always darlin', for I'll be lovin' you! -Amanda Nicole Martinez - A Thousand Fair suitors A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart Those poets of movement and jockeys of art The high-volume vendors who hustle romance Splashing their canvas with color and dance The blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurled They offer lush gardens in glistening worlds Yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone Who whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones And there in your doorway, no shadow is cast No lingering voices, no ghosts from the past Just a cluster of walls, and a window of pain Collecting the heartache like droplets of rain Still I stand before you, with palms to the sky No gold in my pocket, no thorn in my side And all I can offer, where words have no place Is a body that trembles, and this love that awaits - Jeff Kurfess Love those lines specially! Thanks Pinkz. I so want to believe, but I am afraid that I wouldn't recognise true love even if it were right in front of me. Can you blame me? It's such a shallow world. Noorie "The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched...but are felt in the heart." Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond My hope carries me and places me On the sweetest lap of the unknown. There i behold my self-form In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born Every morn and every Night Some are born to sweet Delight Some are born to Endless night |
pinky |
Aug 30 2007, 11:43 PM
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#668
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 4221 Joined: 28-January 06 Member No.: 4518 |
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living . . . I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are . . . I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love . . . for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon . . . I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened . . . opened by life's betrayals, or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain . . . mine, or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy . . . be with joy . . . mine, or your own . . . if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning either one of us to be careful, or to be realistic, or to remember our limitations, or to remember who we are. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me right now is true, I don't care . . . I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself . . . if you can hear the truth in your soul, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful, and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty every day and if you can source your life from God's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure . . . yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver sliver of a full moon, YES . . . yes. It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have . . . I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done for the children. It doesn't interest me who you are or how you came to be here . . . I want to know if you will stand in the center of a fire with me and not shrink back. And finally, it doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied . . . [b]I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself . . . and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments. [/b] — Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Native American Elder Such a beautiful poem noorie.. "The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched...but are felt in the heart." Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond My hope carries me and places me On the sweetest lap of the unknown. There i behold my self-form In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born Every morn and every Night Some are born to sweet Delight Some are born to Endless night |
pinky |
Aug 30 2007, 11:45 PM
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#669
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 4221 Joined: 28-January 06 Member No.: 4518 |
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there were one set of footprints. This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I said to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there have only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you." ~ Mary Stevenson "The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched...but are felt in the heart." Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond My hope carries me and places me On the sweetest lap of the unknown. There i behold my self-form In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born Every morn and every Night Some are born to sweet Delight Some are born to Endless night |
simplefable |
Aug 31 2007, 10:18 AM
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#670
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 8613 Joined: 3-August 07 From: ANDHRA PRADESH Member No.: 20340 |
Footprints in the Sand One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there were one set of footprints. This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I said to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there have only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you." ~ Mary Stevenson Thankyou pinky ji..for such beautiful poem...read it somewhere..and remembered the jist...but could never get hold of full version... After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Aldous Huxley "Waqt ne kiya...Kya haseen sitm...Tum rahe na tum..Hum rahe na hum.." geetadutt noorjehan shamshadbegum Anmol Fankaar |
simplefable |
Aug 31 2007, 10:33 AM
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#671
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 8613 Joined: 3-August 07 From: ANDHRA PRADESH Member No.: 20340 |
What a man would like to say....
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron. 1788–1824 She walks in Beauty SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that 's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Aldous Huxley "Waqt ne kiya...Kya haseen sitm...Tum rahe na tum..Hum rahe na hum.." geetadutt noorjehan shamshadbegum Anmol Fankaar |
pinky |
Sep 1 2007, 07:20 PM
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#672
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 4221 Joined: 28-January 06 Member No.: 4518 |
Footprints in the Sand One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there were one set of footprints. This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I said to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there have only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you." ~ Mary Stevenson Thankyou pinky ji..for such beautiful poem...read it somewhere..and remembered the jist...but could never get hold of full version... Welcome.., i am just Pinky... "The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched...but are felt in the heart." Far, very far, into the world of the farthest beyond My hope carries me and places me On the sweetest lap of the unknown. There i behold my self-form In the Dance-Delight of the Absolute Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born Every morn and every Night Some are born to sweet Delight Some are born to Endless night |
simplefable |
Sep 1 2007, 10:47 PM
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#673
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 8613 Joined: 3-August 07 From: ANDHRA PRADESH Member No.: 20340 |
Sonnet - John Keats
When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;—then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink. After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Aldous Huxley "Waqt ne kiya...Kya haseen sitm...Tum rahe na tum..Hum rahe na hum.." geetadutt noorjehan shamshadbegum Anmol Fankaar |
mmuk2004 |
Sep 3 2007, 10:56 PM
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#674
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 3415 Joined: 25-September 04 Member No.: 907 |
Here is a threat/promise by Neruda...
If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine. "This isn't right, this isn't even wrong." Wolfgang Pauli (1900-1958) "There are no facts, only interpretations." Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900) |
simplefable |
Sep 4 2007, 07:46 AM
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#675
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 8613 Joined: 3-August 07 From: ANDHRA PRADESH Member No.: 20340 |
Leisure
William Henry Davies What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. After silence that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
Aldous Huxley "Waqt ne kiya...Kya haseen sitm...Tum rahe na tum..Hum rahe na hum.." geetadutt noorjehan shamshadbegum Anmol Fankaar |
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