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Nov 24 2005, 09:20 AM
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'EYE IN THE SKY', nice song. I downloaded it.
Here's part of a poem taken from 'Auguries of Innocence' by William Blake To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the Lies you can invent. It is right it should be so; Man was made for Joy & Woe; And when this we rightly know Thro' the World we safely go, Joy & Woe are woven fine, A Clothing for the Soul divine; Under every grief & pine Runs a joy with silken twine. The Questioner, who sits so sly, Shall never know how to Reply. He who replies to words of Doubt Doth put the Light of Knowledge out. He who Doubts from what he sees Will ne'er Believe, do what you Please. If the Sun & Moon should doubt, They'd immediately Go out. To be in a Passion you Good may do, But no Good if a Passion is in you. Every Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born. Every Morn & every Night Some are Born to sweet delight. We are led to Believe a Lie When we see not Thro' the Eye God Appears & God is Light To those poor Souls who dwell in Night, But does a Human Form Display To those who Dwell in Realms of day. "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 |
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Nov 24 2005, 11:03 PM
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FACES IN THE FIRE
1860 by Lewis Carroll - THE night creeps onward, sad and slow: In these red embers' dying glow The forms of Fancy come and go. - An island-farm- broad seas of corn Stirred by the wandering breath of morn- The happy spot where I was born. - The picture fadeth in its place: Amid the glow I seem to trace The shifting semblance of a face. - 'Tis now a little childish form- Red lips for kisses pouted warm- And elf-locks tangled in the storm. - 'Tis now a grave and gentle maid, At her own beauty half afraid, Shrinking, and willing to be stayed. - Oh, Time was young, and Life was warm, When first I saw that fairy-form, Her dark hair tossing in the storm. - And fast and free these pulses played, When last I met that gentle maid- When last her hand in mine was laid. - Those locks of jet are turned to gray, And she is strange and far away That might have been mine own to-day- - That might have been mine own, my dear, Through many and many a happy year- That might have sat beside me here. - Ay, changeless through the changing scene, The ghostly whisper rings between, The dark refrain of "might have been". - The race is o'er I might have run: The deeds are past I might have done; And sere the wreath I might have won. - Sunk is the last faint flickering blaze: The vision of departed days Is vanished even as I gaze. - The pictures, with their ruddy light, Are changed to dust and ashes white, And I am left alone with night. - Jan. 1860. "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 |
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Nov 24 2005, 11:15 PM
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A LIMERICK
- by Lewis Carroll (To Miss Vera Beringer.) - THERE was a young lady of station, "I love man" was her sole exclamation; But when men cried, "You flatter," She replied, "Oh! no matter, Isle of Man is the true explanation." - "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 |
Nov 24 2005, 11:36 PM
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LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY
by Percy Bysshe Shelley I The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?- - II See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me? "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 |
Nov 29 2005, 04:03 AM
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heard it today in that movie (in your shoes) and loved it..
I carry your heart with me by e. e. cummings I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling i fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet i want no world for beautiful you are my world, my true and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) In Heaven I Met Karl Marx By Nicholas Gordon In Heaven I met Karl Marx. Lenin was there, too, Stalin, And Hitler along with Jesus Christ. There was no Hell. I asked Karl to explain the justice in this arrangement. He said there was no way of measuring The good in a person's life. He admitted he had been wrong About history and some other things And expressed regret about all Who'd been slaughtered in his name. Hitler, Lenin, and Stalin did, too, Along with Jesus Christ, Who was sad that more than any Had been broken and burned for him. All said it was a consequence Of being so sure they were right. None of them made excuses. Ilyich did not blame Josef, Adolph did not plead madness, Neither Karl nor Jesus balanced The bad with the good they had done. Instead they seemed at peace Completely with what had been, In a clarity of repose Which seemed quite perfect for Heaven. |
Mahsheed |
Nov 29 2005, 04:49 PM
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WOW! very impressive you guys!
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Jan 5 2006, 07:54 PM
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. Emily Dickinson "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 |
Jan 11 2006, 05:31 PM
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Come with me
into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like ship masts, their green leaves, so heavy and many, fill all day with the sticky sugars of the sun. Come with me to visit the sunflowers, they are shy but want to be friends; they have wonderful stories of when they were young - the important weather, the wandering crows. Don't be afraid to ask them questions! Their bright faces, which follow the sun, will listen, and all those rows of seeds - each one a new life! hope for a deeper acquaintance; each of them, though it stands in a crowd of many, like a separate universe, is lonely, the long work of turning their lives into a celebration is not easy. Come and let us talk with those modest faces, the simple garments of leaves, the coarse roots in the earth so uprightly burning. Mary Oliver |
shivani |
Jan 11 2006, 05:33 PM
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: )
Because I could not stop for Death BECAUSE I could not stop for Death-- He kindly stopped for me-- The Carriage held but just Ourselves-- And Immortality. We slowly drove--He knew no haste And I had put away My labour and my leisure too, For His Civility-- We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess--in the Ring-- We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-- We passed the Setting Sun-- Or rather--He passed Us-- The Dews drew quivering and chill-- For only Gossamer, my Gown-- My Tippet--only Tulle-- We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground-- The Roof was scarcely visible-- The Cornice--in the Ground-- Since then--'tis Centuries--and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses Heads Were toward Eternity-- Emily Dickinson |
shivani |
Jan 11 2006, 06:05 PM
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*And For No Reason*
And For no reason I start skipping like a child. And For no reason I turn into a leaf That is carried so high I kiss the sun's mouth And dissolve. And For no reason A thousand birds Choose my head for a conference table, Start passing their Cups of wine And their wild songbooks all around. And For every reason in existence I begin to eternally, To eternally laugh and love! When I turn into a leaf And start dancing, I run to kiss our beautiful Friend And I dissolve in the Truth That I Am. Hafiz |
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Feb 4 2006, 12:02 PM
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Sonnets from the Portuguese, 14 If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say 'I love her for her smile—her look—her way Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'— For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,— A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity. -Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
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Feb 4 2006, 09:18 PM
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A Song Of Love
~ Sidney Lanier Hey, rose, just born Twin to a thorn; Was't so with you, O Love and Scorn? Sweet eyes that smiled, Now wet and wild: O Eye and Tear- mother and child. Well: Love and Pain Be kinfolks twain; Yet would, Oh would I could Love again. "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 |
Feb 4 2006, 09:42 PM
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The Guy in the Glass
When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf, And the world makes you King for a day, Then go to the mirror and look at yourself, And see what that guy has to say. For it isn't your Father, or Mother, or Wife, Who judgment upon you must pass. The feller whose verdict counts most in your life Is the guy staring back from the glass. He's the feller to please, never mind all the rest, For he's with you clear up to the end, And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test If the guy in the glass is your friend. You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum, And think you're a wonderful guy, But the man in the glass says you're only a bum If you can't look him straight in the eye. You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years, And get pats on the back as you pass, But your final reward will be heartaches and tears If you've cheated the guy in the glass. ~Dale Wimbrow, © 1934 |
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Feb 4 2006, 10:03 PM
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QUOTE The feller whose verdict counts most in your life Is the guy staring back from the glass. He's the feller to please, never mind all the rest, For he's with you clear up to the end, And you've passed your most dangerous, difficult test If the guy in the glass is your friend. You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum, And think you're a wonderful guy, But the man in the glass says you're only a bum If you can't look him straight in the eye. Good One. I love it. I hope u r not hitting me below the belt. I still love it. I'd rather be a bum than a menace. "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 |
Feb 5 2006, 12:00 AM
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QUOTE Good One. I love it. I hope u r not hitting me below the belt. I still love it. I'd rather be a bum than a menace. A bum is a menace nonetheless. khair...it was just something I liked to share. another.. Friends Without Faces We sit and we type and we stare at our screens, We can't help but wonder what all of this means. With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze, On an infinite search...lost in a daze. We chat with each other, we type all our woes At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody, to type out our name We want recognition, but it is always the same. Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know, But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow. We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt, In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt. Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold, Telling our secrets, that have never been told. The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell, We all have our problems, and need someone to tell. We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust. Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains, Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names. ~Rusty Black, ©1996 |
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