St Patrick’s Day
Sweet, Sweet Coffee
Very good – you gotta love your coffee (…and tea!).
hot, dark, smooth and rich
not a man depicted, but
a wond’rous bev’rage
mysterious the
stimulation effected,
and focus improved
no other tonic
can replace it in my heart
except, of course, tea
The Ides of March
Fear grandeurs, O soul.
And if you cannot overcome
your ambitions, pursue them with hesitation
and caution. And the more you advance,
the more inquisitive, careful you must be.
And when you reach your peak, Caesar at last;
when you assume the form of a famous man,
then above all beware when you go out in the street,
a conspicuous ruler with followers,
if by chance from the mob approaches
some Artemidorus, bringing a letter
and says hastily ‘Read this immediately,
these are grave matters that concern you,’
do not fail to stop; do not fail to push aside
all those who salute and kneel
(you can see them later); let even the Senate
itself wait, and immediately recognise
the grave writings of Artemidorus.
– Constantine P. Cavafy
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This One Is For Grandmothers
Grandmothers are mothers who are grand,
Restoring the sense that our most precious things
Are those that do not change much over time.
No love of childhood is more sublime,
Demanding little, giving on demand,
More inclined than most to grant the wings
On which we fly off to enchanted lands.
Though grandmothers must serve as second mothers,
Helping out with young and restless hearts
Each has all the patience wisdom brings,
Remembering our passions more than others,
Soothing us with old and well-honed arts.
– Nicholas Gordon
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10 reasons why I love my mum
What lovely sentiments!
So today is Mother’s day and all around the world people will be celebrating their mum. Showering her with gifts, flowers, cards, perhaps a meal out or a spa day. I don’t think there needs to be just a day where you tell your mum how much she means, you should show it all the time. Everyone has lots of reasons why there mum is special but I have decided to say the top 10 reasons why my mum is so amazing.
10. She knows when you’re telling the truth and when you’re lying.
No matter how big or small the lie your mum will always know when you’re telling the truth. Oh the memories of when I was small and saying I had cleaned my teeth only to find myself being told to go back upstairs when I could conceal the smile anymore.
9. She will always be the best…
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More Than A Mother
When God set the world in place,
when He hung the stars up in space,
when He made the land and the sea,
then He made you and me.
He sat back and saw all that was good,
He saw things to be as they should.
Just one more blessing He had in store;
He created a mother, but whatever for?
He knew a mother would have a special place
to shine His reflection on her child’s face.
A mother will walk the extra mile
just to see her children smile.
She’ll work her fingers to the bone
to make a house into a home.
A mother is there to teach and guide,
a mother will stay right by your side.
She’ll be there through your pain and strife,
she’ll stay constant in your life.
A mother will lend a helping hand
until you have the strength to stand.
She’ll pick you up when you are down,
when you need a friend she’ll stick around.
A mother is one who listens well,
will keep her word; will never tell.
A mother never pokes or pries
but stands quietly by your side,
giving you the strength you need,
encouraging you to succeed.
A mother is one who can be strong
when you need someone to lean on.
You’re more than a mother to me;
a reflection of Him in your face I see,
a love that knows no boundaries.
I’m glad that you chose to be
all this and more to me.
You share a love that knows no end,
you’re more than my mother,
you are my friend.
– Kari Keshmiry
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Dilemma of Wit
She says modernity goes
Literature is a collage earthen
New names brought to the village
Hundred years in amnesia
Goodies invent genres
Red peppers the Portuguese brought
British sign posts elongated
A girl was once hired by the company
To rob the miners of their money
Who were caving the longest tunnel in Asia
Vulgarity is the name other of wit
Humor of the sycophant
Freedom of expression espoused well
How we learn languages afar
– Sadiqullah Khan
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The Spring
Ode To The West Wind
A Pretty Woman
I.
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fresh air of hers!
II.
To think men cannot take you, Sweet,
And enfold you,
Ay, and hold you,
And so keep you what they make you, Sweet!
III
You like us for a glance, you know- –
For a word’s sake
Or a sword’s sake,
All’s the same, whate’er the chance, you know.
IV.
And in turn we make you ours, we say- –
You and youth too,
Eyes and mouth too,
All the face composed of flowers, we say.
V.
All’s our own, to make the most of, Sweet- –
Sing and say for,
Watch and pray for,
Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet!
VI.
But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet,
Though we prayed you,
Paid you, brayed you
in a mortar- -for you could not, Sweet!
VII.
So, we leave the sweet face fondly there:
Be its beauty
Its sole duty!
Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there!
VIII.
And while the face lies quiet there,
Who shall wonder
That I ponder
A conclusion? I will try it there.
IX.
As,- -why must one, for the love foregone,
Scout mere liking?
Thunder-striking
Earth,- -the heaven, we looked above for, gone!
X.
Why, with beauty, needs there money be,
Love with liking?
Crush the fly-king
In his gauze, because no honey-bee?
XI.
May not liking be so simple-sweet,
If love grew there
‘Twould undo there
All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet?
XII.
Is the creature too imperfect,
Would you mend it
And so end it?
Since not all addition perfects aye!
XIII.
Or is it of its kind, perhaps,
Just perfection- –
Whence, rejection
Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps?
XIV.
Shall we burn up, tread that face at once
Into tinder,
And so hinder
Sparks from kindling all the place at once?
XV.
Or else kiss away one’s soul on her?
Your love-fancies!
– -A sick man sees
Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her!
XVI.
Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose,- –
Plucks a mould-flower
For his gold flower,
Uses fine things that efface the rose:
XVII.
Rosy rubies make its cup more rose,
Precious metals
Ape the petals,- –
Last, some old king locks it up, morose!
XVIII.
Then how grace a rose? I know a way!
Leave it, rather.
Must you gather?
Smell, kiss, wear it- -at last, throw away!
– Robert Browning
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