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simplefable |
Feb 16 2008, 10:34 PM
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#736
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 8613 Joined: 3-August 07 From: ANDHRA PRADESH Member No.: 20340 |
I am certain that all of you might have heard of Ogden Nash's Limericks..here are a few. Hope all would enjoy..
Everybody Tells Me Everything by Ogden Nash I find it very difficult to enthuse Over the current news. Just when you think that at least the outlook is so black that it can grow no blacker, it worsens, And that is why I do not like the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons. The Terrible People by Ogden Nash People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they really don't want it, And I wish I could afford to gather all such people into a gloomy castle on the Danube and hire half a dozen capable Draculas to haunt it. I dont' mind their having a lot of money, and I don't care how they employ it, But I do think that they damn well ought to admit they enjoy it. But no, they insist on being stealthy About the pleasures of being wealthy, And the possession of a handsome annuity Makes them think that to say how hard it is to make both ends meet is their bounden duity. You cannot conceive of an occasion Which will find them without some suitable evasion. Yes indeed, with argumetsn they are very fecund; Their first point is that money isn't everything, and that they have no money anyhow is their second. Some people's money is merited, And other people's is inherited, But wherever it comes from, They talk about it as if it were something you got pink gums from. Perhaps indeed the possession of wealth is constantly distressing, But I should be quite willing to assume every curse of wealth if I could at the same time assume every blessing. The only incurable troubles of the rich are the troubles that money can't cure, Which is a kind of trouble that is even more troublesome if you are poor. Certainly there are lots of things in life that money won't buy, but it's very funny -- Have you ever tried to buy them without money? A Lady who Thinks She Is Thirty by Ogden Nash Unwillingly Miranda wakes, Feels the sun with terror, One unwilling step she takes, Shuddering to the mirror. Miranda in Miranda's sight Is old and gray and dirty; Twenty-nine she was last night; This morning she is thirty. Shining like the morning star, Like the twilight shining, Haunted by a calendar, Miranda is a-pining. Silly girl, silver girl, Draw the mirror toward you; Time who makes the years to whirl Adorned as he adored you. Time is timelessness for you; Calendars for the human; What's a year, or thirty, to Loveliness made woman? Oh, Night will not see thirty again, Yet soft her wing, Miranda; Pick up your glass and tell me, then-- How old is Spring, Miranda? 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 |
noorie |
Feb 17 2008, 01:07 PM
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#737
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 3219 Joined: 21-June 06 Member No.: 6518 |
SUCH A LOVELY POEM noorie..thank you Pinkz, you're the sis that I've always wanted. "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 |
Feb 17 2008, 01:10 PM
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#738
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 3219 Joined: 21-June 06 Member No.: 6518 |
Despair -Samuel Taylor Coleridge I have experienc'd The worst, the World can wreak on me--the worst That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb With whisper'd Discontents the dying prayer-- I have beheld the whole of all, wherein My Heart had any interest in this Life, To be disrent and torn from off my Hopes That nothing now is left. Why then live on ? That Hostage, which the world had in it's keeping Given by me as a Pledge that I would live-- That Hope of Her, say rather, that pure Faith In her fix'd Love, which held me to keep truce With the Tyranny of Life--is gone ah ! whither ? What boots it to reply ? 'tis gone ! and now Well may I break this Pact, this League of Blood That ties me to myself--and break I shall ! "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 |
Feb 17 2008, 01:12 PM
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#739
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 3219 Joined: 21-June 06 Member No.: 6518 |
Stanzas Written In Dejection - Percy Bysshe Shelley The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might, The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds; Like many a voice of one delight The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The city's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's. I see the deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: I sit upon the sands alone,-- The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found, And walked with inward glory crowned-- Nor fame nor power, nor love, nor leisure, Others I see whom these surround-- Smiling they live, and call life pleasure;-- To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have born and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament--for I am one Whom men love not,--and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. "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." |
iiluu |
Feb 17 2008, 09:59 PM
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#740
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Member Group: Members Posts: 213 Joined: 26-October 05 Member No.: 3076 |
The meaning of my smile.......
I smile When I am fascinated I smile When I am scared I smile When I am admired I smile When I am dumped I smile When I知 hiding something I smile When I want to say odd things I smile When I知 being bitchy I smile When I知 a little bit shy I smile When I知 about to get angry I smile When I wanted to cry Guess, I can稚 name it all For all I know My smile makes you fall ...
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noorie |
Feb 19 2008, 08:15 PM
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#741
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 3219 Joined: 21-June 06 Member No.: 6518 |
Vivien's Song - Alfred Lord Tennyson In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers: Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all. ...It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all. ...The little rift within the lover's lute, Or little pitted speck in garner'd fruit, That rotting inward slowly moulders all. ...It is not worth the keeping: let it go; But shall it? answer, darling, answer, no. And trust me not at all or all in all. "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 |
Feb 19 2008, 08:18 PM
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#742
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 3219 Joined: 21-June 06 Member No.: 6518 |
It's all I have to bring to-day - Emily Dickinson It's all I have to bring to-day, This, and my heart beside, This, and my heart, and all the fields, And all the meadows wide. Be sure you count, should I forget, Someone the sum could tell, This, and my heart, and all the bees Which in the clover dwell. "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 |
Feb 19 2008, 08:23 PM
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#743
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 3219 Joined: 21-June 06 Member No.: 6518 |
On Anothers Sorrow - William Blake Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too. Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrows share, Can a father see his child, Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd. Can a mother sit and hear, An infant groan an infant fear-- No no never can it be. Never never can it be. And can he who smiles on all Hear the wren with sorrows small, Hear the small birds grief & care Hear the woes that infants bear-- And not sit beside the nest Pouring pity in their breast, And not sit the cradle near Weeping tear on infants tear. And not sit both night & day, Wiping all our tears away. O! no never can it be. Never never can it be. He doth give his joy to all. He becomes an infant small. He becomes a man of woe He doth feel the sorrow too. Think not, thou canst sigh a sigh, And thy maker is not by. Think not, thou canst weep a tear, And thy maker is not near. O! he gives to us his joy, That our grief he may destroy Till our grief is fled & gone He doth sit by us and moan. "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 |
Feb 20 2008, 08:55 PM
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#744
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 4221 Joined: 28-January 06 Member No.: 4518 |
SUCH A LOVELY POEM noorie..thank you Pinkz, you're the sis that I've always wanted. Stanzas Written In Dejection - Percy Bysshe Shelley The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might, The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds; Like many a voice of one delight The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The city's voice itself, is soft like Solitude's. I see the deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: I sit upon the sands alone,-- The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found, And walked with inward glory crowned-- Nor fame nor power, nor love, nor leisure, Others I see whom these surround-- Smiling they live, and call life pleasure;-- To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have born and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament--for I am one Whom men love not,--and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. Lovely.. thank you 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 |
Feb 20 2008, 08:56 PM
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#745
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 4221 Joined: 28-January 06 Member No.: 4518 |
The meaning of my smile....... I smile When I am fascinated I smile When I am scared I smile When I am admired I smile When I am dumped I smile When I知 hiding something I smile When I want to say odd things I smile When I知 being bitchy I smile When I知 a little bit shy I smile When I知 about to get angry I smile When I wanted to cry Guess, I can稚 name it all For all I know My smile makes you fall "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 |
Feb 25 2008, 08:28 PM
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#746
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 3219 Joined: 21-June 06 Member No.: 6518 |
The meaning of my smile....... I smile When I am fascinated I smile When I am scared I smile When I am admired I smile When I am dumped I smile When I知 hiding something I smile When I want to say odd things I smile When I知 being bitchy I smile When I知 a little bit shy I smile When I知 about to get angry I smile When I wanted to cry Guess, I can稚 name it all For all I know My smile makes you fall I never would have thought of that. "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 |
Feb 25 2008, 08:38 PM
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#747
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 3219 Joined: 21-June 06 Member No.: 6518 |
To Arrange Words To arrange words In some order Is not the same thing As the inner poise That痴 poetry The truth of poetry Is the truth Of being. It痴 an experience Of truth. No ornaments Survive A crucible. Fire reveals Only molten Gold. Says Tuka We are here To reveal. We do not waste Words. "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 |
Feb 26 2008, 03:14 PM
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#748
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Dedicated Member Group: Away Posts: 3219 Joined: 21-June 06 Member No.: 6518 |
I Come and Stand at Every Door - Nazim Hikmet I come and stand at every door But no one hears my silent tread I knock and yet remain unseen For I am dead, for I am dead. I知 only seven although I died In Hiroshima long ago I知 seven now as I was then When children die they do not grow. My hair was scorched by swirling flame My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind Death came and turned my bones to dust And that was scattered by the wind. I need no fruit, I need no rice I need no sweet, nor even bread I ask for nothing for myself For I am dead, for I am dead. All that I ask is that for peace You fight today, you fight today So that the children of this world May live and grow and laugh and play. - Tr. by Jeanette Turner For all the innocent people who have died (and continue to die) in acts of mindless heartless violence. "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 |
Feb 27 2008, 10:39 AM
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#749
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Dedicated Member Group: Members Posts: 4221 Joined: 28-January 06 Member No.: 4518 |
I Come and Stand at Every Door - Nazim Hikmet I come and stand at every door But no one hears my silent tread I knock and yet remain unseen For I am dead, for I am dead. I知 only seven although I died In Hiroshima long ago I知 seven now as I was then When children die they do not grow. My hair was scorched by swirling flame My eyes grew dim, my eyes grew blind Death came and turned my bones to dust And that was scattered by the wind. I need no fruit, I need no rice I need no sweet, nor even bread I ask for nothing for myself For I am dead, for I am dead. All that I ask is that for peace You fight today, you fight today So that the children of this world May live and grow and laugh and play. - Tr. by Jeanette Turner For all the innocent people who have died (and continue to die) in acts of mindless heartless violence. "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 |
iiluu |
Feb 27 2008, 02:03 PM
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#750
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Member Group: Members Posts: 213 Joined: 26-October 05 Member No.: 3076 |
The meaning of my smile....... I smile When I am fascinated I smile When I am scared I smile When I am admired I smile When I am dumped I smile When I知 hiding something I smile When I want to say odd things I smile When I知 being bitchy I smile When I知 a little bit shy I smile When I知 about to get angry I smile When I wanted to cry Guess, I can稚 name it all For all I know My smile makes you fall 14.07.06 scarlet red I never would have thought of that. I too.. ...
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