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I HAVE LEARNED Live and Learn and Pass It On, H. Jackson Brown Jr.
I've learned.... That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.
I've learned.... That when you're in love, it shows.
I've learned.... That just one person saying to me, 'You've made my day!' makes my day.
I've learned.... That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.
I've learned.... That being kind is more important than being right.
I've learned.... That you should never say no to a gift from a child.
I've learned.... That I can always pray for someone when I don't have the strength to help him in some other way.
I've learned.... That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.
I've learned.... That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.
I've learned.... That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult.
I've learned.... That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.
I've learned.... That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.
I've learned.... That money doesn't buy class.
I've learned.... That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.
I've learned... That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.
I've learned.... That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.
I've learned.... That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.
I've learned.... That love, not time, heals all wounds.
I've learned.... That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.
I've learned.... That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.
I've learned.... That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.
I've learned... That life is tough, but I'm tougher.
I've learned.... That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.
I've learned.... That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.
I've learned.... That I wish I could have told my Mom that I love her one more time before she passed away.
I've learned.... That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.
I've learned.... That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.
I've learned.... That when your newly born grandchild holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life.
I've learned.... That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.
I've learned.... That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.
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Rank: Elder Joined: 9/15/2006 Posts: 3,905
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“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314) Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.
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Rank: Elder Joined: 9/15/2006 Posts: 3,905
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Only poem writ by John D. Rockefeller
I was early taught to work as well as play; My life has been one long, happy holiday-- Full of work, and full of play-- I dropped the worry on the way-- And God was good to me every day.
Charles Mackay, author of Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds You have no enemies, you say?
Alas, my friend, the boast is poor, He who has mingled in the fray Of duty, that the brave endure, Must have made foes. If you have none, Small is the work that you have done. You’ve hit no traitor on the hip, You’ve dashed no cup from perjured lip, You’ve never set the wrong to right.
You’ve been a coward in the fight.
The Benefit of Going to Law Benjamin Franklin
Two beggars traveling along, One blind, the other lame. Pick'd up an oyster on the way, To which they both laid claim: The matter rose so high, that they Resolv'd to go to law, As often richer fools have done, Who quarrel for a straw. A lawyer took it straight in hand, Who knew his business was To mind nor one nor t'other side, But make the best o' the cause, As always in the law's the case; So he his judgment gave, And lawyer-like he thus resolv'd What each of them should have; Blind plaintif, lame defendant, share The friendly laws impartial care, A shell for him, a shell for thee, The middle is the lawyer's fee.
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Rank: Elder Joined: 9/15/2006 Posts: 3,905
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Picked a love poem (of all things) from Aly-Khan Satchu weekly update...
I Crave Your Mouth Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent, starving I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me, I search the liquid sound of your steps all day. I hunger for your sleek laugh, For your hands the color of the wild grain, I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness, The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
And I walk hungry, smelling the twilight Looking for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barren wilderness.
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Rank: Veteran Joined: 7/3/2007 Posts: 1,634
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muganda wrote:Picked a love poem (of all things) from Aly-Khan Satchu weekly update...
I Crave Your Mouth Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent, starving I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me, I search the liquid sound of your steps all day. I hunger for your sleek laugh, For your hands the color of the wild grain, I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness, The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
And I walk hungry, smelling the twilight Looking for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barren wilderness.
whenever I read good poetry like this, and knowing how hard it is to write good verse, i am always left in great admiration for the person who did the translation. "The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth." (Niels Bohr)
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Rank: Elder Joined: 5/1/2010 Posts: 3,024 Location: Hapa
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muganda wrote:Picked a love poem (of all things) from Aly-Khan Satchu weekly update...
I Crave Your Mouth Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent, starving I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me, I search the liquid sound of your steps all day. I hunger for your sleek laugh, For your hands the color of the wild grain, I hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness, The nose, sovereign of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
And I walk hungry, smelling the twilight Looking for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barren wilderness.
Thanks for sharing Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. - Muhammad Ali🐝
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Rank: Elder Joined: 9/15/2006 Posts: 3,905
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The Credo of John D. Rockefeller Jr displayed in bronze letters on the wall in the main lobby of the Rockefeller Library.
I believe in the supreme worth of the individual and in his right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
I believe that every right implies a responsibility; every opportunity, an obligation; every possession, a duty.
I believe that the law was made for man and not man for the law; that government is the servant of the people and not their master.
I believe in the dignity of labor, whether with head or hand; that the world owes no man a living but that it owes every man an opportunity to make a living.
I believe that thrift is essential to well ordered living and that economy is a prime requisite of a sound financial structure, whether in government, business or personal affairs.
I believe that truth and justice are fundamental to an enduring social order.
I believe in the sacredness of a promise, that a man’s word should be as good as his bond; that character—not wealth or power or position—is of supreme worth.
I believe that the rendering of useful service is the common duty of mankind and that only in the purifying fire of sacrifice is the dross of selfishness consumed and the greatness of the human soul set free.
I believe in an all-wise and all-loving God, named by whatever name, and that the individual’s highest fulfillment, greatest happiness, and widest usefulness are to be found in living in harmony with His will.
I believe that love is the greatest thing in the world; that it alone can overcome hate; that right can and will triumph over might.
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Rank: Veteran Joined: 7/3/2007 Posts: 1,634
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I used to think this song was about gambling. And then I read the lyrics...
The Gambler On a warm summer's eve On a train bound for nowhere I met up with the gambler We were both too tired to sleep So we took turns a-starin' Out the window at the darkness The boredom overtook us, And he began to speak He said, "Son, I've made a life Out of readin' people's faces Knowin' what the cards were By the way they held their eyes So if you don't mind me sayin' I can see you're out of aces For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice" So I handed him my bottle And he drank down my last swallow Then he bummed a cigarette And asked me for a light And the night got deathly quiet And his face lost all expression He said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy You gotta learn to play it right You've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for counting When the dealin's done Every gambler knows That the secret to survivin' Is knowin' what to throw away And knowin' what to keep 'Cause every hand's a winner And every hand's a loser And the best that you can hope for is to die In your sleep And when he finished speakin' He turned back toward the window Crushed out his cigarette And faded off to sleep And somewhere in the darkness The gambler he broke even But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep You've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done You've got to know when to hold 'em (when to hold 'em) Know when to fold 'em (when to fold 'em) Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done You've got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em Know when to walk away And know when to run You never count your money When you're sittin' at the table There'll be time enough for countin' When the dealin's done "The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth." (Niels Bohr)
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Rank: Veteran Joined: 7/3/2007 Posts: 1,634
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So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide. Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision. When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home. Chief Tecumseh "The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth." (Niels Bohr)
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Rank: Elder Joined: 9/15/2006 Posts: 3,905
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May I be no Man's enemy Eusebius of Caesarea, 3rd Century
May I be no man's enemy, and may I be the friend of that which is eternal and abides. May I never quarrel with those nearest me: and if I do, may I be reconciled quickly.
May I love, seek, and attain only that which is good. May I wish for all men's happiness and envy none.
May I never rejoice in the ill-fortune of one who has wronged me. When I have done or said what is wrong, may I never wait for the rebuke of others, but always rebuke myself until I make amends.
May I win no victory that harms either me or my opponent. May I reconcile friends who are angry with one another.
May I never fail a friend who is in danger. When visiting those in grief may I be able by gentle and healing words to soften their pain.
May I respect myself. May I always keep tame that which rages within me.
May I accustom myself to be gentle, and never be angry with people because of circumstances.
May I never discuss who is wicked and what wicked things he has done, but know good men and follow in their footsteps.
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Quote:The Ballad of Eskimo Nell
The poem "Eskimo Nell" contains copious obscene language and will be offensive to many people who believe such material should not be published.
It is not recommended for young persons.
It is published here because of its well recognized literary quality.
As a Uni. student in the 1950s, I was told it was the the work of the noted English playwright and song-writer, Noel Coward. I have no evidence for this though other references concur.
For more, click here.¡ʇɹoɟɟǝ ƃuıɟɟǝ ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ ɥɔnɯ os ؛uıɐʌ uı ɔıqɐɹɐ ƃuıuɹɐǝן pǝıɹʇ ı
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Rank: Elder Joined: 9/15/2006 Posts: 3,905
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Oh just picked up on a conversation online, between Wazua and two Wazuans (I think), that reminded me of this poem...
TO A MOUSE Robert Burns, 1785
Tiny, sleek, cowering, fearful mouse, O, what a panic is in your breast! You need not start away so hasty, With pattering noises! I would be loath to run and chase you, With my murdering spade! I'm truly sorry that my world, Has broken into your world, And justifies your ill opinion of men, Which makes you startle At me, you poor, earth-born companion, And fellow mortal!
I doubt not that at times you may steal; What then? poor little animal, you must live! An occasional ear of corn out of twenty-four sheaves Is a small request; I'll be blest with the rest of the corn, And never miss the ear you took!
Your tiny house, too, in ruin! Its fragile walls the winds are strewing! And nothing, now, to build a new one, Out of densely growing grass! And bleak December's winds are following, Both harsh and keen!
You saw the fields were bare and desolate, And weary winter coming fast, And cozy here, beneath the wind, You thought to dwell— Till crash! the cruel plowshare passed Right through your cell.
That little heap of leaves and stubble, Has cost you many a weary nibble! Now you are turned out, for all your trouble, Of house and home, To endure the winter's sleety dribble, And hoarfrost cold!
But, Mousie, you are not alone, In proving foresight may be vain; The best-laid schemes of mice and men Go often astray, And leave us nothing but grief and pain, For promised joy!
Still you are blest, compared with me The present only touches you: But, Oh! I backward cast my eye. On prospects dreary! And forward, though I cannot see, I guess and fear!
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Rank: Elder Joined: 7/1/2011 Posts: 8,804 Location: Nairobi
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He who binds himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
- William Blake - 'Eternity'
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Rank: Elder Joined: 7/1/2011 Posts: 8,804 Location: Nairobi
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What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of gratified desire. What is it women do in men require? The lineaments of gratified desire.
- William Blake - 'A question answered'
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Rank: Elder Joined: 3/18/2011 Posts: 12,069 Location: Kianjokoma
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http://www.standardmedia...ie-takes-the-final-bow/
The Freedom SongAtieno washes dishes, Atieno plucks the chicken, Atieno gets up early, Beds her sacks down in the kitchen, Atieno eight years old, Atieno yo. Since she is my sister’s child Atieno needs no pay. While she works my wife can sit Sewing every sunny day: With he earnings I support Atieno yo. Atieno’ sly and jealous, Bad example to the kids Since she minds them, like a schoolgirl Wants their dresses, shoes and beads, Atieno ten years old, Atieno yo. Now my wife has gone to study Atieno is less free. Don’t I keep her, school my own ones, Pay the party, union fee, All for progress! Arenâ•?t you grateful Atieno yo? Visitors need much attention, All the more when I work night. That girl spends too long at market. Who will teach her what is right? Atieno rising fourteen, Atieno yo. Atieno’s had a baby So we know that she is bad. Fifty fifty it may live And repeat the life she had Ending in post-partum bleeding, Atieno yo. Atieno’s soon replaced; Meat and sugar more than all She ate in such a narrow life Were lavished at her funeral. Atieno’s gone to glory, Atineo yo.
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Lolest! wrote:http://www.standardmedia.co.ke/article/2000184270/atieno-yo-author-marjorie-takes-the-final-bow/
The Freedom Song Atieno washes dishes, Atieno plucks the chicken, Atieno gets up early, Beds her sacks down in the kitchen, Atieno eight years old, Atieno yo. Since she is my sister’s child Atieno needs no pay. While she works my wife can sit Sewing every sunny day: With he earnings I support Atieno yo. Atieno’ sly and jealous, Bad example to the kids Since she minds them, like a schoolgirl Wants their dresses, shoes and beads, Atieno ten years old, Atieno yo. Now my wife has gone to study Atieno is less free. Don’t I keep her, school my own ones, Pay the party, union fee, All for progress! Arenâ•?t you grateful Atieno yo? Visitors need much attention, All the more when I work night. That girl spends too long at market. Who will teach her what is right? Atieno rising fourteen, Atieno yo. Atieno’s had a baby So we know that she is bad. Fifty fifty it may live And repeat the life she had Ending in post-partum bleeding, Atieno yo. Atieno’s soon replaced; Meat and sugar more than all She ate in such a narrow life Were lavished at her funeral. Atieno’s gone to glory, Atineo yo. RIP Nyarloka. You will truly be missed. "The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth." (Niels Bohr)
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Carry On! Robert Service
It’s easy to fight when everything’s right, And you’re mad with thrill and the glory; It’s easy to cheer when victory’s near, And wallow in fields that are gory. It’s a different song when everything’s wrong, When you’re feeling infernally mortal; When it’s ten against one, and hope there is none, Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:
Carry on! Carry on! There isn’t much punch in your blow. You are glaring and staring and hitting out blind; You are muddy and bloody, but never you mind. Carry on! Carry on! You haven’t the ghost of a show. It’s looking like death, but while you’ve a breath, Carry on, my son! Carry on!
And so in the strife of the battle of life It’s easy to fight when you’re winning; It’s easy to slave, and starve and be brave, When the dawn of success is beginning. But the man who can meet despair and defeat With a cheer, there’s the man of God’s choosing; The man who can fight to Heaven’s own height Is the man who can fight when he’s losing. Carry on! Carry on! Thing never were looming so black. But show that you haven’t a cowardly streak, And though you’re unlucky you never are weak. Carry on! Carry on! Brace up for another attack. It’s looking like hell, but – you never tell. Carry on, old man! Carry on!
There are some who drift out in the desert of doubt And some who in brutishness wallow; There are others, I know, who in piety go Because of a Heaven to follow. But to labor with zest, and to give of your best, For the sweetness and joy of the giving; To help folks along with a hand and a song; Why, there’s the real sunshine of living.
Carry on! Carry on! Fight the good fight and true; Believe in your mission, greet life with a cheer; There’s big work to do, and that’s why you are here. Carry on! Carry on! Let the world be the better for you; And at last when you die, let this be your cry! Carry on, my soul! Carry on!
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muganda wrote:IF Ruyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son BEAUTIFUL! FEAR GOD
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Rank: Elder Joined: 10/3/2008 Posts: 4,057 Location: Gwitu
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["When I am dead, my dearest"] Christina Rossetti, 1830 - 1894 When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget. Truth forever on the scaffold Wrong forever on the throne (James Russell Rowell)
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