Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts
By: Rabindranath Tagore

 
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.



Rabindranath Tagore
Learning Wisdom Every Day



Daily Quote: If patience is worth anything,
it must endure to the end of time.
And a living faith will last
in the midst of the blackest storm.
- Mohandas (Mahatma) Gandhi


Linguist Corner-SPANISH: imagen, (noun) /
image, picture
Example:
- Una imagen vale más que mil palabras.
A picture is worth a thousand words.



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By: Ravi Panamanna


 
Ship is moored in a port
Friendship blossoms in the heart.
Ship is tossed by winds
Friendship withstands any wind.

Ship cruises along the sea
Friendship- the depth one can’t see.
A ship takes you to many lands
Friendship shows you many wonderlands.

A ship carries tons of cargo
Friendship- strong and pure is void of ego.
A ship sails unto new horizons,
Friendship opens new horizons.

A ship is caught in ice-berg,
Friendship gets beyond all ice-bergs.
A ship sinks in the waters
Friendship gets beyond all Waterloos.


Ravi Panamanna


Daily Quote: It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
- Oriah


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By: Butch Phillipps  
 
A gentle soul inside and out,

Your beauty radiates throughout.

Giving comfort with your smile and touch,

Time spent with you is never enough.

...

Through thick & thin you’re always there,

Explaining things no other dare.

The advice you give is very clear,

Some of which is written here.

...

Surround yourself with peace and love,

Always give thanks to the One above.

Surround yourself with family and friends,

For they alone will help you mend.

...

Things don't always go your way,

Makes no sense re-living the day.

Always take the time to pray,

In the calm you’ll find a way.

...

Things happen that we can't explain,

Your beautiful aura will always remain.

Weren't it for you I would be lost,

Thank you for thawing out the frost.

...

Your friendship and guidance has no cost,

A gentler soul you will never cross.

Inspiring people without a shout,

A gentle soul inside and out.


Butch Phillipps


Daily Quote: Life may not be the party we hoped for
but while we are here we might as well dance.
- Anonymous


Linguist Corner-FRENCH: pleine d'idées, d'imagination et de bonne humeur,
(Transl): full of ideas, imagination, and good spirits


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By: Lovethepoem.com

Let me be the bandage for your bleeding;
Let me be the ocean for your tears.
Let me be the secret of your healing;
Let me be the song to still your fears.

Love isn't love that cannot love in darkness,
Nor is it love that turns away from pain;
Nor would I love would I not hold your sadness
And with my love your love of life sustain.

So do not think your malady a burden,
And do not think my willingness deceit.
Just let your sorrow flow into my garden,
And I will share with you the harvest sweet.

Lovethepoem.com


Daily Quote: "Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."
-Anais Nin

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By: Fergus Carty

Where commission boundaries
Cut through the outlived past
And sons of ancient lineages
Signed their names in green at last.

Where post and wire stitch through
Lost rolling hills and meadows
And harvests of rocks match
Everything else that grows.

Safe above the lake’s sodden shore
Along the rough grey graveled road,
The pampered small pasture spread,
Its heavy yield so carefully mowed.

The father steps proudly forward
Before his own familiar audience
And with practiced kicks and steps
He dances as layers of hay advance.

Soon a stack rises from the grass,
Like some nature goddess grown
And with rake in hands he grooms
Gold tresses with wild-flowers sown.

Loose wisps of hay fly in the air
As the wind begins to swirl and rise
But with no ropes he has a chance,
To show off his next surprise.

He loops a shock of hay over one tooth,
Behind his back he holds his partner
And deftly turns and swirls his rake,
In an expert step-less rural tango.

The son keeps feeding on the strands,
Trying not to heed the thistles palm counted,
As they spin their growing rope of gold,
To fasten the stack the field has sprouted.

So on it repeated, hour after hour,
A father and his family saving hay,
As the sun slipped onward to the sea,
Fed on sandwiches and cups of tae.

Less and less I recall that performance,
Though I was a member of the cast.
It seems now just like a re-enactment,
Even then it was a scene from the past.


Fergus Carty


Daily Quote: And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. ~William Shakespeare

Linguist Corner-FRENCH: bavarder / to chat / Part of speech: expression
Example:
French: Je suis heureuse que nous ayons pris le temps de bavarder un peu.
English: I'm glad that we took the time to chat a little.


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By: Michael White


Let me clasp your hand in mine
Together we’ll enjoy the view
City rooftops out of line
Factory chimneys, streets we knew

Remember when we walked together
Pavements glistening after rain
Heedless of inclement weather
Lost in youthful love’s domain

Twilight years have now descended
Precious memories remain
Dreams of youth are soon transcended
Streets of magic, golden rain

Let me clasp your hand in mine
Till we’re ready to depart
Re-incarnate or this lifetime
Never shall we be apart

Michael White
Poems & Images by Michael White



Daily Quote: "Basically, the only thing we need is a hand that rests on our own,
that wishes it well, that sometimes guides us."
~Hector Bianciott


Linguist Corner-ITALIAN: confessare / to confess / verb
- Example: Dopo poco tempo lui si è pentito e ha confessato il suo delitto.
- Translation: After a short time he repented and confessed his crime.


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By: V. Mahfood



In our youth when we were children and played as children did,
Life was naught but laughter and games.
And the day was our toy to exploit as we wished,
While the night was a rest between play.

And I remember we were beautiful miniatures then
Unaware of the presence of sorrow.
Living together, full of love for each other,
With an innocent joy that set us aglow.

Yet we grew as did our minds and experience in our hearts,
And suddenly we weren't children any more.
Still we laughed and we played, now with haunted eyes,
Dreading the day when we must close our open door.

Then it came time for our clan to separate
Though we joined hands and devoutly refused.
Feverishly swearing never to part,
Hopeless words tearing at sad, tender hearts.

And when tomorrow came, we were figures of ivory
Unbelieving and transfixed with pain.
Our tears were bitter with fresh knowledge of life,
And our voices were sweet echoes of yesterday.

V. Mahfood
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- Dedicated to my loving family and friends with whom I am reunited 3 decades later. -



Daily Quote: Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music.
~William Stafford


Linguist Corner-FRENCH: French word: côte à côte /side by side/ adverb
Example:
-French: Même mis côte à côte, on ne peut les différencier.
English: Even side by side we can't differentiate one from another.


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Unlined curtain changed by magic,
To indoor rainbow by light without.

The morning window single glazed,
Waterford Crystal cut frost inside and out.

From beneath layers of woollen blankets,
Cozy warm cocoons three brothers sprout.

Jumping onto bare floor-boards,
Voices of cold feet in unison shout.

Running down rope-carpet stairs,
For elder siblings looking round about.

For uniforms and bags and lunches,
Vainly toddlers broken words let out.

Then all too soon and in turn by turn,
“I don’t want to go to school!”, each shout.


Fergus Carty



"You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth."
~Kahlil Gibran

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By: Krantol Northic


I found my shoebox
of letters and dreams
sent by a friend
or so it seems

two years worth
of letters from you
two years worth
so very few

each told a bit
of the story inside
which I knew was true
though fervently denied

the story about
a girl and her friend
who drifted apart
not by his hand

do you remember
that letter you wrote
2nd october
you wrote this note

what it said inside
meant alot to me
'friends forever'
I agreed

Krantol Northic
Poems of Krantol Northic



"You can always tell a real friend: when you've made a fool of yourself he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job."
~Laurence J. Peter


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Smile and I am happy
Cry and I do too
It is kind of special
The way I feel for you


 Life can be a rocky ride
No laughter is within
For unless you are laughing too
The day is rather grim!

 The sound of your sweet laughter
Reflections of your smile
Brings a healing peace
If only for a while!

Love is like a tonic
Heal of you it will
Like a dose of medicine
Great need of it you still


 Caught up in the moment
A timeless joy of me
If doubt lived for a second
banished now is He...

The great divine of love
is really quite unique

Forever will it live
Tis our destiny


Natasha O'Sullivan
© 2009

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~Rabindranath Tagore



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By: Raymond J. Denzel

someone special
stops on by
time to share
thoughts of
the day

a quickening
of the pulse
good news
or bad
how are you today
a smile forms
someone cares

learn much
of one
or another
ups and downs
family life
been there
done that
me too

pain shared
joy too
work concerns
financial too
tired sleepy
sleep well
enjoy your day

very special
one day

we will meet

Raymond J. Denzel
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One doesn't know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one's friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.
~D.H. Lawrence


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By: De'Shaun Prader

Your pain makes me feel sad
I hate when you are down
I hate to see you frown
I try to connect to you
Just to understand what you're feeling
I put our minds together
Just to understand your thoughts
Just to see what you
Are thinking
From there I will
Figure out what can be done
I’ll hold your hand to let
You see that I’m there for you
I promise you
That I love you
That’s why I’m here
To get through this with you
Trust me I have you
I'm close to your heart
I share your feelings with you
So your pain is not felt alone
Even the person that caused your pain
Has now and finally passed on

De'Shaun Prader



I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe.
-Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama

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