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Jump-Rope Rhyme (Tom Hansen)

Tat tvam asi:
thou art that-
that leaf, that tree,
that cow, that cat,
that cloud, that sky,
that moon, that sun,
that you, that I-
for all are one.
So here you are
and there you go
and who you were
you hardly know.

I think this I
is only me:
a drip, a drop,
but not the sea.
Yet when I wake
from all these dreams,
then like the snake,
I'll shed what seems:
this mask, this skin,
this ball and chain.
I will begin
to fall like rain.

Our heart's last home:
the wind-whipped foam,
the sweet, deep sea.
Tat tvam asi.
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Solitude
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you
Weep, and you weep alone
For the sad old earth
Must borrow it's mirth,
It has trouble enough of it's own

Sing, and the hills will answer,
Sigh, it is lost on the air
The echoes bound
To a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you
Grieve, and they turn and go
They want full measure
Of all your pleasure
But they do not want your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many
Be sad, and you lose them all
There are none to decline
Your nectared wine
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded
Fast, and the world goes by
Suceed and give
And it helps you live
But it cannot help you die

There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train
But one by one
We must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain
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That's how men are!
Ungrateful and never satisfied.
When you don't have them,
They hate you because you won't.
And when you do have them,
They hate you again, for some reason.
Or for no reason at all,
Except that they are discontented children,
And can't be satisfied whatever they get,
Let a woman do what she may.

D.H.Lawrence
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Love is in the air
laughter just for two to share
handle it with care.
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Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?


Robert Frost
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I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!!!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Emily dickinson

Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
Bu if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Robert Frost
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Nothing from a straight line swerves
So sharply as a woman's curves,
And, having swerved, no might or main
Can ever put her straight again.

by Samuel Hoffenstein
YaarMere
Lets talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the erath.
Lets choose executors & talk of wills;
And yet not so for what can we bequeath save our deposed bodies to the ground.

No idea who its by.



Time 4 Shakespear:

Blow, blow thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind...
As man's ingratitude.
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Nice one Yaar Mere
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'YaarMere' date='Sep 22 2005, 07:07 AM' post='159875']
Lets talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the erath.
Lets choose executors & talk of wills;
And yet not so for what can we bequeath save our deposed bodies to the ground.

No idea who its by.



Let's Talk of Graves, of Worms, and Epitaphs: By Robert Player


YaarMere
Nice1 dude.
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THE OBJECTION to BEING
STEPPED ON

At the end of the row
I stepped on the toe
Of an unemployed hoe.
It rose in offense
And struck me a blow
In the seat of my sense.
It wasn't to blame
But I called it a name.
Amd I must say it dealt
Me a blow that I felt
Like malice prepense.
You may call me a fool
What was there a rule
The weapon should be
Turned into a tool?
And what do we see?
The first tool I step on
Turned into a weapon.

Robert Frost

I wish I didn't talk so much at parties.
It isn't that I want to hear
My voice assaulting every ear,
Uprising loud and firm and clear
Above the cocktail clatter.
It's simply, once a doorbells' rung,
(I've been like this since I was young)
Some madness overtake my tongue
And I begin to chatter.

I wish I did'nt talk so much at parties.
When hotly boil the arguments,
Ah? would I had the common sense
To sit demurely on a fence
And let who will be vocal,
Instead of plunging in the fray
With my opinions on display
Till all the gentlemen edge away
To catch an early local

Phyllis McGinley

THE DIGNITY OF LABOR

Labor raises honest sweat;
Leisure put you into debt.

Labor gives you rye and wheat;
Leisure gives you naught to eat.

Labor makes your riches last;
Leisure gets you nowhere fast.

Labor makes you bed at eight;
Leisure lets you stay up late.

Labor makes you swell with pride;
Leisure makes you shrink inside.

Labor keeps you fit and prime,
But give me leisure every time.

Robert Bersohn

ENDING

The love we thought would never stop
now cools like a congealing chop.
The kisses that were hot as curry
are bird-pecks taken in a hurry.
The hands that held electric charges
now lie inert as four moored barges.
The feet that ran to meet a date
are running slow and running late.
Te eyes that shone and seldom shut
are victims of a power cut.
The parts that then transmitted joy
are now reserved and cold and coy.
Romance, expected once to stay,
has left a note saying GONE AWAY.

Gavin Ewart
humble_rafi
Water water everywhere
But not a drop to drink
SAMUEL COLDRIDGE(poem:THE ANCIENT MARINER)
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Ah Love, Love, ….Love, Love, Love, Love, Love.


What is it with Love
That makes me
then breaks me?

When in love
Do I truly love?

Is it really love
Or do I think that I love?

Maybe I just love being in love
Or love the idea of being in love?

I spent my whole life chasing love.
In the end the one thing I truly love
Could just be the meir pursuit of love.



Ronberge
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Young and Old
by Charles Kingsely


When all the world is young,
And all the trees are green
And every goose a swan,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse,
And 'round the world away
Young blood must have its course,
And every dog his day.

When all the world is old,
And all the trees are brown
And all the sport is stale,
And all the wheels run down
Creep home and take your place there
The spent and maimed among
God grant you find one face there
You loved when all was young.
YaarMere
Wordsworth:

'So through the darkness and the cold we flew,
And not a voice was idle: with din,
Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud;
The leafless trees and every crang
Tinkled like iron; while the distant hills
Into the tumult sent an alien sound
Of Melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars
Eastward were sparkling clear and in the west
The orange sky of the evening died away...'


Wordsworth is 1 of my fav writers
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I will always love you

When I'm with you, eternity is a step away,
my love continues to grow, with each passing day.
This treasure of love, I cherish within my soul,
how much I love you, you'll never really know.
You bring a joy to my heart, I've never felt before,
with each touch of your heart, I love you more and more.
Whenever we say goodbye, whenever we part,
know I hold you dearly, deep inside my heart.
So these seven words, I pray you hold true,
"Forever and Always, I will Love You."
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In Spirit

Though you don't live next door,
though you're five states away,
You're still here in my thoughts
every week, every day.

When events of the day
cause this soul to despair,
just the sound of your voice
makes them easy to bear.

When I don't have the luxury
of feeling your soft touch
or taking in your scent,
which I appreciate so much,

I need only look back
at the times we have had
to wonder if I've
any right to be sad.

You're truly a blessing.
I want you to know
that I care for you deeply,
wherever I go.

- Benjamin Heller -
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If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you,
And share with you its beauty
On the days you're feeling blue

If I could build a mountain
You could call your very own,
A place to find serenity,
A place to be alone

If I could take your troubles
I would toss them in the sea,
But all these things I'm finding
Are impossible for me

I cannot build a mountain,
Or catch a rainbow fair,
But let me be what I know best,
A friend who's always there

- Sydney Thacker -
YaarMere
Sounds and sweet airs, that delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about thine ears and sometimes voices
That, if I then had walked after a long sleep,
Will make me sleep again.

The Tempest
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When you feel cold and warm at the same time,
when you read over the same line for the tenth time,
when your heart and thoughts somehow appear to rhyme,
and when a simple name conquers your whole mind,
then you are in deep trouble my friend... you are in what they call, "love".
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The Dolphins

This old world may never change
The way it's been
And all the ways of war
Can't change it back again

I've been searchin'
For the dolphins in the sea
And sometimes I wonder
Do you ever think of me

I'm not the one to tell this world
How to get along
I only know the peace will come
When all hate is gone
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She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me.
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.

Hartley Coleridge

He that would thrive,
Must rise at five,
He that hath thriven,
May lie till seven.

John Clarke

I cannot sing the old songs
That I sang long years ago
For heart & voice would fail me
And foolish tears would flow

Claribel

shivani
Imagine
John Lennon

Imagine there’s no heaven.
It’s easy if you try.
No hell below us,
Above us only sky.
Imagine all the people
Living for today.

Imagine there’s no countries.
It isn’t hard to do.
Nothing to kill or die for,
And no religion, too.
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace.

Imagine no possessions.
I wonder if you can.
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man.
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world.

You may say I’m a dreamer.
But I’m not the only one.
I hope someday you’ll join us,
And the world will be as one.
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I had this song with me. It has been sung by some of the other singers too.
Nice lyrics by John Lennon (Beatles)
QUOTE
Imagine there’s no heaven.
It’s easy if you try.
No hell below us,
Above us only sky.


I don't imagine this, I believe in it
shivani
QUOTE
I had this song with me


.. here : ).

fiftysomeone
QUOTE(shivani @ Nov 22 2005, 03:15 PM) *

QUOTE
I had this song with me

.. here : ).

"Imagine" is a John Lennon solo album, not a Beatles album though I think at that time the Beatles were still around.
BTW, is it OK with copyright etc. to u/l English songs?
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I do know that it is a solo album. Thanks for the song. I don't know where it is in the maze of english & hindi songs in 3 laptops & a desktop. Thanks again Shivani
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This is a lovely song sung by Amy Grant


I Will Remember You (Lyrics)


I will be walking one day
Down a street far away
And see a face in the crowd and smile

Knowing how you made me laugh
Hearing sweet echoes of you from the past
I will remember you.

Look into my eyes while you're near
Tell me what's happening here
See that I don't want to say, 'good-bye'

Our love is frozen in time
I'll be your champion and you will be mine
I will remember you.

Later on,
When the nights not so tender
Given time,
Though it's hard to remember
I will be holding
I'll still be holding to you
I will remember you.

So many years come and gone
And yet the memory is strong
One word we never could learn
Good-bye

True love is frozen in time
I'll be your champion and you will be mine
I will remember you
So please remember
I will remember you
I will remember you
I will remember you
I will remember you
shivani
mmmm .. while we are at topic of lovely songs.. I cannot help but think of these two from Alan PArson Project. Really amazing songs.

OLD AND WISE
As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go

And oh when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go

And oh when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see



And this one is just amazing with lovely music

Eye In The Sky
(Lead vocal - Eric Woolfson)

Don't think sorry's easily said
Don't try turning tables instead
You've taken lots of Chances before
But I'm not gonna give anymore
Don't ask me
That's how it goes
Cause part of me knows what you're thinkin'

Don't say words you're gonna regret
Don't let the fire rush to your head
I've heard the accusation before
And I ain't gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your Eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing

Chorus:
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don't need to see any more
To know that
I can read your mind, I can read your mind

Don't leave false illusions behind
Don't Cry cause I ain't chnaging my mind
So find another fool like before
Cause I ain't gonna live anymore believing
Some of the lies while all of the Signs are deceiving

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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.
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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.
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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."
-
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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?
shivani
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
WOW! very impressive you guys! clap1.gif
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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
shivani
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
: )

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
*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
gin_ger_ale

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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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.
shivani
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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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.
shivani
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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.


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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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That's a beauty & very very true. And very apt. It's a great one. For a moment I thought you wrote it.
shivani
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That's a beauty & very very true. And very apt. It's a great one. For a moment I thought you wrote it.


Glad you appreciated... and If I wasn't me.. I would think you are flattering.

(remind me sometime to share the one's Ive written though)
catch22
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... and If I wasn't me..

Are you a split personality? How would one know, when you are yourself & when you are the other?
Flattery is one art that I am very uncomfortable with; courtesy, yes. Now let's see your write-ups, I'll try to flatter you when you are not yourself.
shivani
Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy. Kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
~ Wllliam Butler Yeats


I broider the world upon a loom,
I broider with dreams my tapestry;
Here in a little lonely room
I am master of earth and sea,
And the planets come to me.

I broider my life into the frame
I broider my love, thread upon thread;
The world goes by with its glory and shame,
Crowns are bartered and blood is shed;
I sit and broider my dreams instead.

And the only world is the world of my dreams,
And my weaving the only happiness;
For what is the world but what it seems?
And who knows but that God, beyond our guess,
Sits weaving worlds out of loneliness?

~ Arthur Symons



Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree -
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green
~ Emily Bront


When stars pursue their solemn flight,
Oft in the middle of the night,
A strain of music visits me,
Hushed in a moment silverly,--
Such rich and rapturous strains as make
The very soul of silence ache
With longing for the melody;

Or lovers in the distant dusk
Of summer gardens, sweet as musk,
Pouring the blissful burden out,
The breaking joy, the dying doubt;
Or revellers, all flown with wine,
And in a madness half divine,
Beating the broken tune about;

Or else the rude and rolling notes
That leave some strolling sailors' throats,
Hoarse with the salt sprays, it may be,
Of many a mile of rushing sea;
Or some high-minded dreamer strays
Late through the solitary ways,
Nor heeds the listening night, nor me.

Or how or whence those tones be heard,
Hearing, the slumbering soul is stirred,
As when a swiftly passing light
Startles the shadows into flight;
While one remembrance suddenly
Thrills through the melting melody,--
A strain of music in the night.

Out of the darkness burst the song,
Into the darkness moves along:
Only a chord of memory jars,
Only an old wound burns its scars,
As the wild sweetness of the strain
Smites the heart with passionate pain,
And vanishes among the stars.

-Harriet Prescott Spofford



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.

~ William Henry Davies


shivani
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Unless one takes this step one will never ever know what it is all about. Having loved & lost is better than not having fallen in love at all. It could be a bitter sweet memory..

sigh!
Dont know about that love thingiee. too many unexplained factors to it. Compassion and understanding are better any day.

.. and yeah lovely poems ..this be my favourite.

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And the only world is the world of my dreams,
And my weaving the only happiness;
For what is the world but what it seems?
And who knows but that God, beyond our guess,
Sits weaving worlds out of loneliness?

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