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Old 30-11-2010, 09:36 AM   #21
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Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around
- Leo Buscaglia

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Old 10-05-2011, 09:11 AM   #22
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If a man wishes to learn about love, loyalty and nobility of spirit, he will find no greater teacher...than his dog

http://www.historyplace.com/speeches/vest.htm
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Old 10-05-2011, 09:16 AM   #23
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True friendship is one of life's greatest treasures...but to have a friend, you must be a friend.

And this is a war story. When the remnants (of the regiment) got back to their trenches, one young soldier discovered that his pal was missing. He asked his officer if he might go out into no-man's-land to look for him.
The officer said, "Yes, you may go, but it isn't worth it."
The boy went and in a little while returned mortally wounded.
Before he died, he said to his officer, 'It was worth it, sir, for when I reached him he said, "I knew you'd come."'
That is friendship. Real friendship.
- Al Koran ('Bring Out The Magic In Your Mind')
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Old 07-06-2011, 09:16 AM   #24
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Help thy brother's boat across and lo! thine own has reached the shore
- Hindu proverb
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Old 26-07-2011, 08:50 AM   #25
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Man is the gardener of his own soul. The Great Spirit has provided him with all that is necessary for it to grow in wisdom, grace and beauty. The implements are there, he has but to use them wisely and well - Silver Birch
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Old 26-07-2011, 08:55 AM   #26
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Help wherever the opportunity arises and know that you are fulfilling yourself, which is the purpose for your being on earth - Silver Birch
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Old 26-07-2011, 09:04 AM   #27
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My absolute favourite - "I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." ~ Maya Angelou

And "Remember the man who gave up? Neither do I."

And "Voldemort himself created his own worst enemy, just as tyrants everywhere do! Have you any idea how much tyrants fear the people they oppress?" - Albus Dumbledore lol
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Old 26-07-2011, 09:09 AM   #28
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All of us are travellers lost
our tickets arranged at a cost
unknown, but beyond our means;
this odd itinerary of scenes
Enigmatic, strange, surreal
it leaves us unsure how to feel
No post-mortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life.

- Dean Koontz

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Old 26-07-2011, 09:31 AM   #29
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The Invitation by Oriah

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.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.


It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon...
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.


I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.


I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.


It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.


I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.


I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”


It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.


It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.


It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.


I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.
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Old 26-07-2011, 09:51 AM   #30
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My two favorite prose/poetry.

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul. With all its shams, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.
Strive to be happy.

Anon.

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 impostors 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 worn-out 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 breathe 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
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Old 26-07-2011, 09:53 AM   #31
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How was the writer of "Desiderata" never recorded? Was it left on a napkin somewhere?
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Old 26-07-2011, 09:55 AM   #32
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man is the gardener of his own soul. The great spirit has provided him with all that is necessary for it to grow in wisdom, grace and beauty. The implements are there, he has but to use them wisely and well - silver birch
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Old 26-07-2011, 10:11 AM   #33
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Sorry my bad.

The Confused History of "Desiderata"

The author is Max Ehrmann, a poet and lawyer from Terre Haute, Indiana, who lived from 1872 to 1945. It has been reported that Desiderata was inspired by an urge that Ehrmann wrote about in his diary:

"I should like, if I could, to leave a humble gift -- a bit of chaste prose that had caught up some noble moods."

Around 1959, the Rev. Frederick Kates, the rector of St. Paul's Church in Baltimore, Maryland, used the poem in a collection of devotional materials he compiled for his congregation. (Some years earlier he had come across a copy of Desiderata.) At the top of the handout was the notation, "Old St. Paul's Church, Baltimore A.C. 1692." The church was founded in 1692. [1]

As the material was handed from one friend to another, the authorship became clouded. Copies with the "Old St. Paul's Church" notation were printed and distributed liberally in the years that followed. It is perhaps understandable that a later publisher would interpret this notation as meaning that the poem itself was found in Old St. Paul's Church, dated 1692. This notation no doubt added to the charm and historic appeal of the poem, despite the fact that the actual language in the poem suggests a more modern origin. The poem was popular prose for the "make peace, not war" movement of the 1960s.

The old copy I have said Anon if I remember rightly.
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Old 28-07-2011, 08:53 AM   #34
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i just wrote this little one today its not my best but i didnt want this thread to dissappear so quickly

The Two Detectives

under the covers
on the couch
under the covers
having a slouch
under covers hound's with me
undercovers we two be

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Old 28-07-2011, 11:12 AM   #35
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Nothing real can be threatened,
Nothing unreal exists,
Therein lies the peace of God

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Old 28-07-2011, 09:41 PM   #36
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Old 31-07-2011, 07:09 AM   #37
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another of mine

i see said the blind owl in the middle of the night

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Old 31-07-2011, 12:10 PM   #38
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Old 20-08-2011, 06:52 AM   #39
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world citizen ~ baha'i petry

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Old 20-08-2011, 07:29 AM   #40
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" Where have I known you before
Where did we play among galaxies bright
Laughing and dancing, creating each night
Deciding the course, to then venture on out
Love, you, space and I
Free from fear, free from doubt
Where have I known you before
Where have I hurt you before
Where did I hurt you so deep - so deep
To hear you say you knew me not
When you alone could save me there
And free me from that tyrant’s keep
Defender of the Vulcan worlds
Where filled my mind with blackened sleep
Where have I hurt you before
Where have I loved you before
Was it just yesterday
Or millennia ago
I kissed, touched, held and needed you so
Your face is so different
Yet you, you’re you, just you
Still glowing and silvery bright
Wondrous dancingly bright
I knew you the moment you entered my room
That infinite eternal night
Where have I loved you before
Where did I lose you before
Was it when you gave your life
To save that pharaoh king
Or when our golden mothership took flight
Far away from Saturn’s rings
Was it when we made the pact
Then drifted into violet space
So certain we would meet the other side
But there was no such place
Where did I lose you before
Where have I known you before
The moment I saw you I knew
I had found again the singer of a
Thousand songs
That haunted every dream
The painter of the colors of my mind
Reminding me of places we had been
I’m seeing clearer now - the truth unfolds
The past all drifts away
You’re back again my dearest friend
You never went away"

By....Neville Potter
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