Quotes about heady, page 14
An Epistle From One Who Loved You
Greetings, my brethren,
May God bless you in His Holy Name.
I was once among you long ago.
Remember the gifts we shared?
Remember the stories we told each other,
Our encounters with the Lord?
Surely I remember those hours,
Time flickering by, like the flames of our fire.
How the years have melted away since then,
As each Winter yields to Spring...
I laugh at the smiles upon our faces,
I marvel at the answered prayers
And so many healings along our path.
How many sandals did we wear away?
Our journeys from town-to-town,
Singing newborn hymns fresh-written,
With psalms poured out like wine,
Anointing our hearts afresh...
I forget the words, yet not our joy,
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poem by Denis Martindale
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Inevitable
Somewhere in Forster—was it Aspects of the Novel?—
there's something to the effect of,
How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?
I've always meant to check the quote, but I'm half afraid
it won't be there, or if it is, that I got it all wrong,
and I pretty much like it the way it is—
I pull it out and toss it onto the table like one of those
really brightly colored chips that only get thrown into the pot
after the hand has gotten out of control and someone wants
to say something a bit more heady than, I'll see you,
and raise you, but that's what he always says, it's inevitable.
In fact, it is inevitable, the word, inevitable,
that has bought me down this road in the first place,
that made me remember Forster, and whether or not
something is inevitable—now, this is the leap—like, say,
the week I just spent in Illinois with a married woman,
who for a long time has been burning
like one of those sad wildfires they have had
all summer long out West, that gets bigger and hotter,
and spreads, it seems, forever, and while this one burned,
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poem by Louis McKee
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Three For Cemetery Statues By The Atlantic, Falmouth, Massachusetts 1977
These three
being of stone
or steel...
Figure 1
An old woman, never married,
speaks among the dunes:
I am the older sister, and ugly.
I watch the sea by the wall,
yearn for each tide's return.
I walk the surf in all weather
and spend myself amidst
the sea wrack screaming
with the tern and the dove.
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poem by Warren Falcon
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Far Away
I learnt the universe is infinitely huge; not
confined to the Milky Way Galaxy as I had
read in Arthur Mee’s Children’s Encyclopaedia
when I was small - there are infinite galaxies;
a stupendous discovery that left me high
with excitement
I was enthralled by Vincent Gaddis’ Invisible
Horizons and The Secret Life Of Plants early
in life, later discovering Charles Fort and his
rains of fishes and strange footprints which
just added grist to my mill
Erich von Daniken and Zechariah Sitchin
destroyed all fear of a prosaic life; the small,
Calvinist world of my youth with pain and duty
was reduced to a miniscule part of this
wonderfully exciting inter-subjective
illusion
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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Unexpected Things...
It's unexpected..
But it's something that causes you to catch your breath..
Make you sway
Perhaps it makes your pupils dilate..
The look of his fingers as they dance on a keyboard..
Those hands are unexpectedly
Somehow
Attractive
She imagines them on her..
And, a blush creeps to her cheeks
Making her flush
Making her warm
An unexpected glance at her flesh..
Her shirt lifts as she reaches up to adjust something too high...
It's that area at the small of her back
Near her side
And,
His eyes linger..
Tracing her form
While she is unarmed in her lack of awareness
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poem by Rabia Minhas
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Wor[l]d Weaver - Wait Tress Adressed
“Wor[l]d weaver we would know what may transpire
when Chronos fear’s unravelled on our earth.
Will waitress Time serve course with dainties, lyre
rewiring tastebuds with sweet morsels? tire,
no second servings dish? doors closed, expire?
close restaurant, avaunt, as if birth – berth
is/was spun bill of lading, - pre-paid buyer
obliged, wait_tressed, to pun de_sire?
Will waft and weft swift smoke in final fire,
or will we wait, like mammoths, for rebirth,
within ice walls sung by no phantom choir,
lost, silent, windless, sunless too, our worth
our empires under rock of ages' mire? '
“Light years spun long before the minds of men
climbed through primaeval slime to seed the stars, -
to open up far universe again.
Dice walls or calls the stakes, gives, takes, or mars
when cycles turn Fate's wheel, when nothing bars
intelligence renascent, - beings then
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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One Heart Feels Finger
One heart feels finger tapping
deep spring of wisdom wide,
one heart feels finger mapping
bright spirit from inside,
One heart beat’s finger beckons
beyond both time and space,
one heart one finger reckons
calm, balm and saving grace.
One heart, one finger, giggle
together in traced hug,
each interlaced reach wriggle
as snug as bug in rug.
One heart with finger sharing
unbroken hopes and trust
one heart on finger wearing
fair token of shared lust.
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Nostalgia
Among palm fronds and paddy fields
Stands veiled an ancient structure
Erstwhile the abode of innocence and ease
A house now left empty of its throng
Sheltering a happy brood, once it throbbed and thrived
Within whose walls, we were born and bred
Crying and whining, laughing and prattling
Pampered and cared, we grew as kids
Corrected and controlled, we grew into adults
Here we shared a thousand mingled thoughts
A hundred hopes, dreams and fears
Saw the dawn of placid summer morns
And the descent of cold winter nights.
With hurrying feet as Time treaded past
Migrated we to new terrains and climes
Like young birds out from their nests depart
To wider skies and heady heights.
Sweet home! Earthly haven!
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poem by Valsa George
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Fable XLII. The Juggler
A juggler long through all the town
Had raised his fortune and renown;
You'd think (so far his art transcends)
The devil at his fingers' ends.
Vice heard his fame, she read his bill;
Convinced of his inferior skill,
She sought his booth, and from the crowd
Defied the man of art aloud:
'Is this, then, he so famed for sleight?
Can this slow bungler cheat your sight!
Dares he with me dispute the prize?
I leave it to impartial eyes.'
Provoked, the juggler cried, “tis done.
In science I submit to none.'
Thus said, the cups and balls he played;
By turns, this here, that there, conveyed.
The cards, obedient to his words,
Are by a fillip turned to birds.
His little boxes change the grain:
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poem by John Gay
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Two Infants II
A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be justly proud. He is the new bearer of a great and illustrious ancestry, and upon him depends the brilliant future of this realm. Sing and be merry!" The voices of the throngs, full of joy and thankfulness, flooded the sky with exhilarating song, welcoming the new tyrant who would affix the yoke of oppression to their necks by ruling the weak with bitter authority, and exploiting their bodies and killing their souls. For that destiny, the people were singing and drinking ecstatically to the heady of the new Emir.
Another child entered life and that kingdom at the same time. While the crowds were glorifying the strong and belittling themselves by singing praise to a potential despot, and while the angels of heaven were weeping over the people's weakness and servitude, a sick woman was thinking. She lived in an old, deserted hovel and, lying in her hard bed beside her newly born infant wrapped with ragged swaddles, was starving to death. She was a penurious and miserable young wife neglected by humanity; her husband had fallen into the trap of death set by the prince's oppression, leaving a solitary woman to whom God had sent, that night, a tiny companion to prevent her from working and sustaining life.
As the mass dispersed and silence was restored to the vicinity, the wretched woman placed the infant on her lap and looked into his face and wept as if she were to baptize him with tears. And with a hunger weakened voice she spoke to the child saying, "Why have you left the spiritual world and come to share with me the bitterness of earthly life? Why have you deserted the angels and the spacious firmament and come to this miserable land of humans, filled with agony, oppression, and heartlessness? I have nothing to give you except tears; will you be nourished on tears instead of milk? I have no silk clothes to put on you; will my naked, shivering arms give you warmth? The little animals graze in the pasture and return safely to their shed; and the small birds pick the seeds and sleep placidly between the branches. But you, my beloved, have naught save a loving but destitute mother."
Then she took the infant to her withered breast and clasped her arms around him as if wanting to join the two bodies in one, as before. She lifted her burning eyes slowly toward heaven and cried, "God! Have mercy on my unfortunate countrymen!"
At that moment the clouds floated from the face of the moon, whose beams penetrated the transom of that poor home and fell upon two corpses.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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