The chalk marks are transient, the formulas eternal.
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A Piece of Chalk (Children's Poem)
Chalk is happiest when the teachers come to him
Because he can chat about all sorts of subjects
Such as astronomy, geography, science and art
Chalk knows whatever you want to know
Chalk doesn’t like to do just one thing
When he is called on by the teacher
And he needs to follow the teacher’s orders
So Chalk hits the students chatting in class
To give them a big shock and stop their talking
Chalk hopes the seed of wisdom grows in students’ minds
And they can improve their studying a lot
If students want to learn about everything from Chalk
Even though every moment he becomes thinner and smaller
At the cost of his life
He still enjoys his work
Chalk Dust
Chalk dust
Under fingernails
Scribble-covered chalkboards
white on green
Smoky air
From chalk filled erasers
Pounded in the night
Chalk dust on the breeze
Floating out of sight
(April 2004)
poem by Elizabeth Peterson
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Catwalk
she's perfected the placement of each paw
out from the alleyways of backyard walls
balances on chalk-marks
where the strobe-light falls
pussycats her shoulders
at the back-cloth of applause
wide-eyed and breathless
at the sheathing of her claws
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.
quote by Charles Baudelaire
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Stolen From The Sun
The light in our hearts,
Is stolen from the moon
Scarred thorough with the marks
Of failing attempts to woo
Seeking for love,
Rising again
Fleeing like a dove
Yet returning like a friend
Stolen from the sun
Our joyous days are
But for eternal light
You’ll have to seek far
Seeking that peace,
The bliss given to few
All the pain would cease,
Without me giving it to you
Stealing from the stars
Stealing their eternal light
Hiding our scars
Praying for what might
Praying for what might be
Praying for what we’ve sought to seek
The light in our hearts,
Is stolen like the moon
Scarred thorough with the marks
Of failed attempts to woo
poem by Timothy Weiermann
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Tiny Angel
.Tiny Angel,
Fragile and weak,
Spun from silken chalk.
Tiny Angel,
Fierce and strong,
Spun from silken chalk.
My fallen Tiny Angel
Fragile and weak,
Gave me strength and hope.
Spun from silken chalk.
My fallen Tiny Angel,
Strong and brave,
Spun from silken chalk.
My sleeping Tiny Angel,
Spun from silken chalk,
No longer fragile and weak,
Flies.......
poem by Christina Jayne
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Crematorium
Crematorium, the Eternal Truth
Keeps the account of death,
the Eternal Truth,
Eternal souls
perish from this transient earth.
The fire of the crematorium
Sings the glory, dignity of
Eternal soul with glee and mirth.
The pebbles, the dust, the tinny bushes,
the tulsi plant are pure and sanctified,
awaits for human souls,
beloved’s life leaving behind the lover,
she is a devastating deity
remains on the river valley for ever.
All the human beings get the icy touch of death;
the melody of crematorium
reverberates in the mild breeze
touching the pure “Indravati’s” water
blaming the human life’s birth.
Man comes to go,
“Indravati” goes on for ever, she is the witness
of all the souls’ departure, dazzles, smiles with
the mystery of earth with
glittering transparent water.
Man commits mischief
Being aware of death’s call.
Worldly attachment, entertainment makes him
blind, hesitates to dedicate his life
for the service of the poor, destitute
hoards money for future,
desires to remain behind wealth’s wall.
Oh God! How wonderous is thy creation!
The beggar begs from door to door
to reap the result of past life,
the rich enjoys in palatial
buildings with wine and woman
freeing his transient tension,
though life is uncertain.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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History proves that all dictatorships, all authoritarian forms of government are transient. Only democratic systems are not transient. Whatever the shortcomings, mankind has not devised anything superior.
quote by Vladimir Putin
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The true end of Man, or that which is prescribed by the eternal and immutable dictates of reason, and not suggested by vague and transient desires, is the highest and most harmonious development of his powers to a complete and consistent whole.
quote by Wilhelm von Humboldt
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Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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Out Of Greek
The things that Mortals love are mortal too
& swiftly transient fleet before the view
Or if with man a longer while they stay
Man swiftly transient fleets himself away.
poem by Thomas Parnell
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Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life — and travel — leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks — on your body or on your heart — are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.
quote by Anthony Bourdain
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According To The Formulas Of Ancient Grecosyrian Magi
"What distillate can be discovered from herbs
of a witching brew," said an aesthete,
"what distillate prepared according
to the formulas of ancient Grecosyrian magi
which for a day (if no longer
its potency can last), or even for a short time
can bring my twenty three years to me
again; can bring my friend of twenty two
to me again -- his beauty, his love.
"What distillate prepared according
to the formulas of ancient Grecosyrian magi
which, in bringing back these things,
can also bring back our little room."
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Crumbling Chalk
Beneath the cliffs of crumbling chalk was once a path
where you could walk. The walk would take you down to
the sand where fishing boats would come to land.
Now this crumbling chalk falls into the sea, where once
crabs and lobsters were caught for tea.
No scavenging left in this lonely bay even the gulls
have flown away; they have left the waves and the spray
are they to return another day.
Nets and pots have been swallowed up by the waves and
now their left to sleep in watery graves. A fishing village that was
once a boom has now become an empty tomb.
An oil slick just driffted into the shore and took away the beauty
that it had known before. Crumbling chalk that drops like tears
on the sand that's black made from the oil smears.
There is nothing left to self contain, oh will they no come
back again.
poem by Sylvia Spencer
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Lady Nina
(fish, steve rothery, mark kelly, pete trewavas, ian mosley)
You pick out your credit cards and check into the night
A dozen tequilas and youre feeling all right
So you swim to the disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo
Your lucky charms are tarnished so you leave alone
But theres one place left to go before the taxi home
After all youve made your marks
One night youll play elizabeth taylor
The next night youre marilyn monroe
Forever kissing frogs that think theyre princes
Oh, lady nina, where did all the romance go?
Your little sister babysits, your husband picks you up at six
The make-up hides the bruises and the tears so they never show
cos your beauty is the only thing youve ever owned
Its the only way youve ever known to make your marks
You made your marks, you made your marks
We believe its for real
Ich liebe dich, liebst du mich
Lady nina, Id love to take you home with me
But I love my wife and I love my family
Ive got a good job, responsibilities
And I need to keep respect from society
I know youll never act with me, I know that youre in love with me
So how do I compare to the sailors of the ships of the night?
Was I all right?
Did you come tonight, lady nina?
You made your marks, you made your marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light
And edith piaf sings a lullaby for the night
Just making marks, just making marks
Just making marks, just making marks
You made your marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light
And edith piaf sings a lullaby for the night
Just making marks, just making marks
You made your marks
And you made your mark
Just making marks
And you made your mark
Just making marks
song performed by by Marillion
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Whatever the thoughts of the dervish, so are his formulas.
Beware of geeks bearing formulas.
quote by Warren Buffett
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Lucky Chalk
Keep saving...Keep saving
Or...Not
Let go and make room
For the teachers
There's wisdom on the board
The clapping of erasers
Sprinkles, tattered, and worn chalk
Like advice and re-arrangement
Dusting all the desks
For the new class
Untill they graduate
Not everyone will
Those left behiend
Can clean the board
And gather the chalk gems
Lucky janitors
poem by Josephine Lauderdale
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Äþñßá (Greek title)
Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and'not
As transient things are
gaiety of flowers.
Have me in the strong loneliness
of sunless cliffs
And of grey waters.
Let the gods speak softly of us
In days hereafter,
The shadowy flowers of Orcus
Remember thee.
poem by Ezra Pound
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[Greek]
Be in me as the eternal moods
of the bleak wind, and not
As transient things are—
gaiety of flowers.
Have me in the strong loneliness
of sunless cliffs
And of gray waters.
Let the gods speak softly of us
In days hereafter,
the shadowy flowers of Orcus
Remember thee.
poem by Ezra Pound
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