Whilst standing he holds one opinion, whilst sitting another.
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Sonnet XL: But Love
But love whilst that thou mayst be lov'd again,
Now whilst thy May hath fill'd thy lap with flowers;
Now, whilst thy beauty bears without a stain,
Now use thy Summer smiles ere Winter lours.
And whilst thou spread'st unto the rising sun,
The fairest flower that ever saw the light,
Now joy thy time before thy sweet be done;
And, Delia, think thy morning must have night,
And that thy brightness sets at length to west,
When thou wilt close up that which now thou showest,
And think the same becomes thy fading best
Which then shall hide it most and cover lowest.
Men do not weigh the stalk for that it was;
When once they find her flower, her glory pass.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Mutability - II.
I.
The flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.
What is this world’s delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.
II.
Virtue, how frail it is!
Friendship how rare!
Love, how it sells poor bliss
For proud despair!
But we, though soon they fall,
Survive their joy, and all
Which ours we call.
III.
Whilst skies are blue and bright,
Whilst flowers are gay,
Whilst eyes that change ere night
Make glad the day;
Whilst yet the calm hours creep,
Dream thou—and from thy sleep
Then wake to weep.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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O friend
O friend! hope for Him whilst you live
O friend! hope for Him whilst you live,
know whilst you live, understand whilst you live:
for in life deliverance abides.
If your bonds be not broken whilst living,
what hope of deliverance in death ?
It is but an empty dream, that the soul shall have union with Him
because it has passed from the body:
If He is found now, He is found then,
If not, we do but go to dwell in the City of Death.
If you have union now, you shall have it hereafter.
Bathe in the truth, know the true Guru,
have faith in the true Name!
Kabir says : 'It is the spirit of the quest which helps;
I am the slave of this Spirit of the quest.'
Freedom is walking
It is spoken man is born equal and free
To a degree the world disagrees
Some foresee what others cannot see
Freedom is walking away with glee
We have a right to Christmas with a tree
We have a right to enjoy a shopping spree
We have a right to travel the land and the sea
We have the right to an educational degree
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is walking
Freedom is not a jubilee
Freedom is not a guarantee
Who says Freedom is free?
It is spoken man is free of thought
Without the need to fear higher courts
Some have spoken and finally resorted
To hide their thoughts from being reported
We have a right to a chosen culture
We have a right not to be tortured
We have a right to nationality and security
We have a right to be part of a minority
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is walking
Freedom is not part of community
Freedom is never an informality
Who says Freedom is immunity?
We want opinion without distinction
We want a world without discrimination
We want a kingdom of utter freedom
We want it in all shapes and form
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is walking
Stop the silly talking
Whilst Freedom is mocking
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Hope For Him
O friend! hope for Him whilst you live, know whilst you live,
understand whilst you live: for in life deliverance abides.
If your bonds be not broken whilst living, what hope of
deliverance in death?
It is but an empty dream, that the soul shall have union with Him
because it has passed from the body:
If He is found now, He is found then,
If not, we do but go to dwell in the City of Death.
If you have union now, you shall have it hereafter.
Bathe in the truth, know the true Guru, have faith in the true
Name!
Kabîr says: 'It is the Spirit of the quest which helps; I am the slave of this Spirit of the quest.
Mountain's grief
Have I ever wept on a mountain's grief?
The sadness so profound, yet so majestic
That thy strongest heart bore since thou wert born
What is so immortal in a grief that finds a spring to express?
Just a solace, an easing out of a pine
The greatest grief in this world
is sculptured on you
So thou stands still, watching forever
Whilst the rest of the world weep
So the river floats on God's tears
Whilst He mourns on thy grief
So the birds sing in melody
Whilst thy heart burns in pain
So the wild rains thunder
Whilst the saddest quake in your heart erupts
In a wave around all thy moist rocks
Copyright: Shamik Bose 2009
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On The Dark Height of Jura
I.
Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your yelling
Rise on the night-rolling breath of the blast,
When o’er the dark aether the tempest is swelling,
And on eddying whirlwind the thunder-peal passed?
II.
For oft have I stood on the dark height of Jura
Which frowns on the valley that opens beneath;
Oft have I braved the chill night-tempest's fury,
Whilst around me, I thought, echoed murmurs of death.
III.
And now, whilst the winds of the mountain are howling,
O father! thy voice seems to strike on mine ear;
In air whilst the tide of the night-storm is rolling,
It breaks on the pause of the elements' jar.
IV.
On the wing of the whirlwind which roars o'er the mountain
Perhaps rides the ghost of my sire who is dead:
On the mist of the tempest which hangs o'er the fountain,
Whilst a wreath of dark vapour encircles his head.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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THe Unification of London and France
She dreams of London whilst we dwell here in France
Paris the cruel spectacle as it is as it were
Darling would you cross the far enchanted sea
That I might build a kingdom with thee
Dawn of day
Day now Past
She leads London
Whilst I perish away in France
poem by Harlan Lovestone
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Highway Trees
They group communalized
Like a panchayat counselling
Gapped irregular
Mangoe, coconut, plantain trees
Like timeless sentinels
High-stumped palmyra trees
watchful sparsely
whilst fronded palms
Fanning to the highway-heaven
Territoried etching karuvelam(Acacia arabica)
There and there from side slopes
Often punishing dirtying feet
Whilst swinging banyan monkeys
Dancing to the whirring breeze
Templed at the trunks yellowy
Mewling little neem cradles
Holy threaded to augural shade
Whilst projected long pipal
Preaching the highway'beware, beware'
Numbered tamarind acidified
Boxed by vehicled souls heavily
In wider space spiritted yet there on
Whilst withered trees nameless some
Branching to evince danseuse's elegance
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Shaking The Pagoda
Their seething toil churned
And churned and churned
The confined milky-ocean labouring
Whilst Vasuki's fanged venom
Throttling Shiva, Parvathi to scurry
All in spirit of unity rose up
Karpaga, Kamadenu.Mahalakshmi, Dhanvantri
And a potful of Amrit afloat
Be dished out to Devas
Whilst whorls storming the serpent
Their raging hilarity acquired
Perfumed with Karpaga all else in heaven
Decreed Devas won to declare Asuras driven
Whilst the asuras sheltering in humans
Deceived to avenge awaiting to betray
All in desirous guise Asuras sown
In a hush of reach to shake Karpaga
Possessed humans shaped up
Their masquerade named Desire
Whilst Asuras grading up to greed
Their craving quest humans coveted, coveting
For alltime bestowment to shake Karpaga
Illusorily on rungs of forbidden piety
Whilst Asuras delivering anger, enmity, hatred
Laddering and befriending lust and greed in hell
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Impromptu to Miss Utrecia Smith
Whilst round in wild rotations hurl'd,
These glittering forms I view,
Methinks the busy restless world
Is pictured in a few.
So may the busy world advance,
Since thus the Fates decree
It still may have its busy dance,
Whilst I retire with thee.
poem by William Shenstone
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Lonely Bone
The hollow bone stands alone
Amidst the clapping condor wings
Commiserating with the fallen plumes
Cascading sunwards to deny
The winds from their liberty
Whilst you traversed the leaking sun
And leave the deafening ruins
The bone bows to implore protection
Sullying in the graying sky
Where your remorseful faces
Was painted by the Eastern wind
Like a danseuse of passing time
You glanced, waved not your good bye
And left the vermillion bleeding
Trapped in the vineyard of memories
Until one day the vines would sprout
To touch the havens in your sky
Intoxicated from the brewery
Of your empty rues and bliss
But for now the bone remained alone
Whilst you depart with the sun
And the sky was ever higher
Whilst time was away and somewhere else.
poem by Norman Santos
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The Battle is on Earth,
The Battle is on earth,
The Battle is on Earth,
I SEE the Living Man,
Ofcourse Mankind is Blessed from the Instinct of a Living Beauty,
On Earth,
Mankind came for Redemption,
Whilst a Blessed Man gave a Covenant unto God,
That the Beauty of the Image is from the Living Man and not the Dead,
I spit the Beauty of Unfeigned Verses,
Whilst other part of Mankind hate and I see no Change,
A Spiritual Creature called Man gave no Limits to have Knowledge,
Whilst Racism made Mankind Unjust,
Ruin the Earthly Kingdom in Lies and other Lies.
poem by Abdul Karim
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The Battle is on Earth, , ,
The Battle is on earth,
The Battle is on Earth,
I SEE the Living Man,
Ofcourse Mankind is Blessed from the Instinct of a Living Beauty,
On Earth,
Mankind came for Redemption,
Whilst a Blessed Man gave a Covenant unto God,
That the Beauty of the Image is from the Living Man and not the Dead,
I spit the Beauty of Unfeigned Verses,
Whilst other part of Mankind hate and I see no Change,
A Spiritual Creature called Man gave no Limits to have Knowledge,
Whilst Racism made Mankind Unjust,
Ruin the Earthly Kingdom in Lies and other Lies.
poem by Abdul Karim
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Somewhere else
Time starts running thin,
Whilst fears grow within,
Under thickened skin,
We fear our ruin,
Things start looking grim,
As our problems brim,
for chances are slim,
When you're fate's victim,
Our world seems wretched,
When we're dejected,
Whilst ever haunted,
By our youth wasted,
We envy Alice,
Since she's not like us,
She finds way to bliss,
As we stress and cuss.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Dab and Dry
Most of us men stand looking forward
whilst women take a sitting pose.
Men do what is necessary followed by a shake
and women dab and dry I suppose.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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Ch 03 On The Excellence Of Contentment Story 07
Two Khorasani dervishes travelled together. One of them, being weak, broke his fast every second night whilst the other who was strong consumed every day three meals. It happened that they were captured at the gate of a town on suspicion of being spies; whereon each of them was confined in a closet and the aperture of it walled up with mud bricks. After two weeks it became known that they were guiltless. Accordingly the doors were opened and the strong man was found to be dead whilst the weak fellow had remained alive. The people were astonished but a sage averred that the contrary would have been astonishing because one of them having been voracious possessed no strength to suffer hunger and perished whilst the other who was abstemious merely persevered in his habit and remained safe.
When eating little has become the nature of a man
He takes it easy when a calamity befalls him
But when the body becomes strong in affluence
He will die when a hardship overtakes him.
Sonnet 143: Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch
Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch
One of her feathered creatures broke away,
Sets down her babe and makes all swift dispatch
In pursuit of the thing she would have stay,
Whilst her neglected child holds her in chase,
Cries to catch her whose busy care is bent
To follow that which flies before her face,
Not prizing her poor infant's discontent:
So runn'st thou after that which flies from thee,
Whilst I, thy babe, chase thee afar behind;
But if thou catch thy hope turn back to me,
And play the mother's part: kiss me, be kind.
So will I pray that thou mayst have thy Will,
If thou turn back and my loud crying still.
poem by William Shakespeare
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Winter Evening At Home
Fair Moon, that at the chilly day's decline
Of sharp December through my cottage pane
Dost lovely look, smiling, though in thy wane!
In thought, to scenes, serene and still as thine,
Wanders my heart, whilst I by turns survey
Thee slowly wheeling on thy evening way;
And this my fire, whose dim, unequal light,
Just glimmering, bids each shadowy image fall
Sombrous and strange upon the darkening wall,
Ere the clear tapers chase the deepening night!
Yet thy still orb, seen through the freezing haze,
Shines calm and clear without; and whilst I gaze,
I think, around me in this twilight room,
I but remark mortality's sad gloom;
Whilst hope and joy cloudless and soft appear,
In the sweet beam that lights thy distant sphere.
poem by William Lisle Bowles
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Beauty in Islam,
Beauty in Islam,
The Beauty is all a Reality in the Soul of a man,
Whilst from History great Prophets had great Foreseen Events,
The Living men that wrote had an Impact in Purity,
Whilst Islam hold's Beauty in Morals and Grace,
We realised that in Society,
There is more than Religion when you Understand the Word,
It is in Love and Good Intentions that Mankind Prosper,
Whilst the New World Emerges,
Islam hold's a great Source to Human Prosperity,
Since the Book taught mankind alot of Lessons from Science to Spiritual,
Beauty agains't Ugly and Immorality,
It plays a major role in Human Emotions and agains't whispers of bad men and Unbelievers.
poem by Abdul Karim
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