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I'll get this little adventure going with one of my own torts...... "In days of old when knights were bold & condems were'nt invented, they wraped a sock around they're _______ & babies were prevented," ( I'm a poet & don'nt know it......a regular Longfellow...ops !) LOLTags: None
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There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters,
who never did, who won't anymore, and who always will.
So don't worry about people from your past,
there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.
~Author Unknown
AF 6 years
NF 7 years
A journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step
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Recipe for Greatness
To bear up under loss,
to fight the bitterness of defeat and the weakness of grief,
to be victor over anger, to smile when tears are close,
to resist evil men and base instincts, to hate hate and to love love,
to go on when it would seem good to die,
to seek ever after the glory and the dream,
to look up with unquenchable faith in something evermore about to be,
that is what any man can do, and so be great.
Zane GreyAF 6 years
NF 7 years
A journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step
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First Love Story
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind that was.
Lover's don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.AF 6 years
NF 7 years
A journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step
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Fallen Angel.....You are so articulate. Those were all words of wisdom.
I too have recived words of wisdom from my father & I quote:" If you can't laugh at yourself, then laugh at someone else."........I have no idea what that meant back then or what it might mean today...LOL
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Tony;294267 wrote:
I too have recived words of wisdom from my father & I quote:" If you can't laugh at yourself, then laugh at someone else."........
your father sounds like a hoot... I mean wise man!LOL
A favourite of mine has been:
It's all fun & games
until someone gets hurt
...then it's hilarious!
AF 6 years
NF 7 years
A journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step
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Tony;294267 wrote: Fallen Angel.....You are so articulate. Those were all words of wisdom.
yes, I do have a way with words sometimes.... but unfortunately, that little gem is not mine.
However, I am still on the lookout for one of those mutts.
AF 6 years
NF 7 years
A journey of a thousand miles begins with one single step
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Longfellow is one of my favourite poets so here are 2 of his poems that stand out for me.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 1807?1882
Endymion
THE RISING moon has hid the stars;
Her level rays, like golden bars,
Lie on the landscape green,
With shadows brown between.
And silver white the river gleams,
As if Diana, in her dreams,
Had dropt her silver bow
Upon the meadows low.
On such a tranquil night as this,
She woke Endymion with a kiss,
When, sleeping in the grove,
He dreamed not of her love.
Like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought,
Love gives itself, but is not bought;
Nor voice, nor sound betrays
Its deep, impassioned gaze.
It comes,?the beautiful, the free,
The crown of all humanity,?
In silence and alone
To seek the elected one.
It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep
Are Life's oblivion, the soul's sleep,
And kisses the closed eyes
Of him who slumbering lies.
O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes!
O drooping souls, whose destinies
Are fraught with fear and pain,
Ye shall be loved again!
No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,
But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.
Responds,?as if with unseen wings,
An angel touched its quivering strings;
And whispers, in its song,
"Where hast thou stayed so long?"
A Psalm of Life
Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, - act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait."Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children." Kahlil Gibran
Clean and sober 25th January 2009
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Hay all !!
I finally got my site back ! I was (aka Tony) I'm back.....Love your lymericks and poems. Keep them coming........IAD?Be who you are and say what you feel because
those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.?
Dr. Seuss
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i almost forgot to mention that the latter of the two poems by Longfellow influenced a song by my all time favourite band HAWKWIND called Assault and Battery!!
(Brock)
Lives of great men all remind us we may make our lives sublime
And departing leave behind us footprints in the sands of time
Of hewn stones the sacred circle where the wizened sages sat
Let us try to remember all the times where they were at.
So your thoughts they were expecting
assault and battery on the human anatomy
Assault and battery on the human anatomy man.
[ame= ]YouTube - Assault & Battery[/ame] Here's the actual version from the album Warrior On The Edge Of Time"Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children." Kahlil Gibran
Clean and sober 25th January 2009
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Favorite Poems
Hi all,
This is a poem which I remember learning in School.. and in early teens,which I pasted on my wardrobe for inspiration. The line on the unforgiving minute frequently echoes in my mind...and ya, this appealed in a simpler & more idealistic period of my life....
If
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!
Rudyard Kipling
*Let noble thoughts come to us in all directions...*
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