We moved leisurely towards Mount Foster, on the 22nd, and arrived opposite to it a little before sunset.
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I Have Been a Foster
I have been a foster
Long and many a day.
Foster will I be no more-
No longer shoot I may.
Yet have I been a foster.
Hang I will my noble bow
Upon the greenwood bough,
For I cannot shoot in plain
Nor yet in rough
Yet have I been a foster.
Every bow for me is too big.
Mine arrow nigh worn is.
The glue is slipped from the nick.
When I should shoot, I miss.
Yet have I been a foster.
Lady Venus hath commanded me
Out of her court to go.
Right plainly she shewith me
That beauty is my foe.
Yet have I been a foster.
My beard is so hard, God wot,
When I should maidens kiss,
They stand aback and make it strange.
Lo, age is cause of this.
Yet have I been a foster.
Now will I take to me my beads
For and my saints' book,
And pray I will for them that may,
For I may nought but look.
Yet have I been a foster.
poem by Dr. D. Cooper
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Raj Arumugam Nonsense Verse 6: Clock And Painting
the clock chimed to
the painting on
the opposite side of the hall:
I just struck six am,
you idiot -
and you’re still at sunset!
and the sunset picture said:
you’ve been at six am
these twenty years,
baby;
someone ought to wind you up
poem by Raj Arumugam
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22nd July 2011
In my house all alone,
In this life all alone,
To yourself you say shalom,
Once again you have been brought down,
By the people you cared for most,
And that is why on this day 22nd July,2011,
All this must change
For this while love was the thing,
Your fantasies were always to hold,
The one you love to behold,
But it was you, who always worked hard,
To keep a love that never was,
A reality it will never be,
And that is why on this day 22nd July,2011,
All this must change
Financially you were a darling,
There problems you always sorted,
Remaining almost cloth less,
For much about them you worried,
There problems sort you they forgot,
Leaving you all alone
And that is why on this day 22nd July,2011,
All this must change
poem by Maselo George
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Dictatorships foster oppression, dictatorships foster servitude, dictatorships foster cruelty; more abominable is the fact that they foster idiocy.
quote by Jorge Luis Borges
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As The Sunset
As the sunset I think to myself why.
As the sunset I sit down and cry.
Wondering why life got to be a lie.
As the sunset I dropp my head.
As the sunset I think about you instead.
How can I go home and get in my bed.
As the sunset I say no.
As the sunset I just don't know.
My love that I have for u just wont go.
As the sunset I look to the sky.
As the sunset I wait to die.
Tell me how to say good-bye.
As the sunset I say a prayer.
As the sunset how can I dare.
I'm giving up, I just don't care.
Sitting by the window watching the sun to set.
Knowing I'm going to see you again,
and you coming back home at the end.
By: Brittany Smith
9/25/08
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29 (Vivekananda) A Study Tour of India
Starting from the North
Up to the tail end of the South,
Narendra took a study tour
Of different places all over.
He moved from Alwar
And arrived at Jaipur.
To study Sanskrit grammar
From the pundits there.
From Jaipur to Ajmer
He moved thereafter,
And saw the greatness
Of the past Muslim rules.
Against the wishes
Of a few orthodox Hindus,
He took his meals
With some Muslim officials.
From Ajmer he went
To Mount Abu and met
The Maharaja of Khetri
Who later became a devotee.
Maharaja asked for a boon
Of a male heir to the throne.
With the blessing of God,
The same Swamiji granted.
From Khetri he went
All the way to Gujarat
And then from there
He proceeded to Kathiawar.
He visited Ahmedabad,
From there next Junagad;
Then in the City of Porbandar,
As a guest of Prime Minister.
The learned Prime Minister
Was a great Sanskrit Scholar.
He told, “Swamiji, I’ve my fear,
None will appreciate you here.”
“Go to West where you’ll shine.
And you work also will shine.”
This coincided with his plan,
What he was feeling within.
Soon he moved to Baroda
And later arrived at Khandwa,
Here, to the City of Chicago
He had made a plan to go.
As a Parliament of Religions,
At Chicago, a congregation
Of various religious leaders
Was to be held later.
After visiting Mumbai.
Poona, Kolhapur, Swamiji
Arrived at Belgaum City.
Then went to Bangalore City.
Swamiji had a chance
To stay in the palace
Of Maharaja of Mysore
As a revered guest there.
He then went to Trivandrum
And next to Rameswaram
After touching Kanyakumari
In the final list of itinerary
At Rameswaram City
He met Bhaskara Setupati
The Raja of Ramnad,
Who became his friend.
Raja offered to help him
Financially at any time,
For his trip to America
As a representative of India
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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The Opposite Begins
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.
They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.
Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gasp
Yesterday, i gasped at the sunset
in a newness of awe
i never before experienced;
that which seemingly occurred
the day before, the yesterday,
reiterated the today in such a special way
i gasped
Moved in a fresh new feeling
thrilled in an awesome new way
as if the yesterdays and days before that
never even happened
And maybe they did,
or did not;
but each
carrying it very own sunset;
not like the same window
closed and then reopened,
not like wave washed to shore
and returning
No, like a new wave formed
from the record of waves before
which embedded their rhymes
on an unsuspecting shore
Vibrations fossiled in the unseemliness
of repeating patterns, yet
each one hiding additions and deletions
introductions and curios
nuances and semblances
That's the sunset of yesterday
the sunset of yesterday not the sunset of
days gone or days stll to become
that sunset of yesterday, when
i gasped
2010
poem by Gillena Cox
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linger
Have a walk my dear
I encourage you
Just beyond and into the shade purple
Under my sunset into a yawning moment
When your eyes are dried
you will hold close inside my heart
until the last thought
You remember me
More than this
Take apart and then relinquish
as I catch you in thoughts
under every sunset fragrance
In love in shadows of lavender familiar
long, narrow, pale-green eyes
in leaves and purple flowers mine
When dried, they keep their fragrance
leisurely, lingering of reluctance
for a long, long time.
poem by Joseph Nez
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Sunsets And You
Sunsets are not a rare commodity
they come and go every night
so i compare you not to a sunset
for you come once in a life
your beauty surpases the colors of the sky
painted anew each night by angels on high
for god himself has sculpted you
he made it so your only seen by few
and you do not hide from the moon
as all the sunsets do
rather you shine bright under its silver light
and you dance all night
you do far more than any sunset would
more breathtaking than any sunset could
sunsets have moved and inspired all man kind since forever
but you move me each moment, to a love that sunsets could never
poem by Daniel Cook
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I Shall Not Be Moved
You will take my breath away,
Gild my heart with your love-
I shall not be moved.
My eyes will gloat at your sashay,
My lips will droll at your pulchritude-
I shall not be moved.
You will come with religions of faiths,
A heap of mountains you have moved-
Still I shall not be moved.
You will give me strongest of philtres,
Your touch will erect my one weakness-
But I shall not be moved.
You will light my darkest paths,
Move me here to there-
Yet I shall not be moved.
You will sing our song,
Your love for me will exceed eternity,
Even then, I shall not be moved.
You will live for me,
Die for me- For the last time-
I shall not be moved.
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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Mommy, Take Me Home
Metal Beds, Crowded Spaces, feeling the emotion of emptiness
Mom please take me home
Im still at this foster home
Mommy, Where Are you
As I Lingure for freedom
In this Cold Foster Home
You Promised me
I'd never go back
To that foster home
But I'se still there
Crying to myself
Wondering when mommy will take me home
poem by Armani Marie
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Despite the best of efforts, many foster children are neither reunited with their families, nor adopted.
quote by Charles Foster Bass
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Kamikaze Cappa
Going with company e to the first wave
I moved to get a close up
The first soldier of the opposite party stopped midway
And cried.
Are these the shots youre waiting for?
The shots of blood and pain are the ones youre
Waiting for
The u.s. medal of freedom will never bring back life to the
Death Ive seen
The goal of my life
I would like to be an unemployed war reporter
Pablo picasso
Francois gilot
Hemingway
Hitchcock
Ingrid bergman
Henri matisse
They all knew Im a gambler, corresponding with death
They know that life is white light, slightly out of focus
Kamikaze cappa always on the road
Kamikaze cappa ein bild fr den tod
Kamikaze cappa at the speed of life
Kamikaze driver
Youre the sunset diver
Youre the sunset diver
Walking with a column of french soldiers
In thai ping, indochina
May 25, 1954 at 2:55 pm, robert cappa, born as ernest andre
Friedmann 1913 in hungary, stepped on a mine
The vietnamese lieutenant said le photograph est mort.
song performed by by Falco
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Daybreak
On the tidal mud, just before sunset,
dozens of starfishes
were creeping. It was
as though the mud were a sky
and enormous, imperfect stars
moved across it as slowly
as the actual stars cross heaven.
All at once they stopped,
and, as if they had simply
increased their receptivity
to gravity, they sank down
into the mud, faded down
into it and lay still, and by the time
pink of sunset broke across them
they were as invisible
as the true stars at daybreak.
poem by Galway Kinnell
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The frost of the highest peak.
Always been here
In fact
With you
Entwining my name
Forever
With your many names
In the frost of the highest peak.
Unlocking all doors.
When I leave the evil forever
And I say ''Nevermore and never again''
Quietness comes and quietness passes off
It is hang in the air
Both in its own sense and in the opposite
Words around it
Like holes and stars.
Very much like a destiny and an undestiny song
When its sound is moved by the quietness
Into quietness
As a cry is moved by the wind
Into its eco
Forever
When hope.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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I moved up over Lower East Side and I was adopted by eight foster parents; I lived all over New York City with these parents, man, till I was about ten years old.
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Sing A Song Of Stephen Foster's
Sing a song of Stephen Foster's a song from long ago
Sing 'Jeanie with the light brown hair' or even 'Old black Joe'
Or sing my 'Old Kentucky home' for that would please me so
Or 'old folks at home' or 'Oh Susanna' to the strains of the banjo.
I hate to hurt your feelings sir but to you I must say no
For I've never heard of this Foster and his songs I do not know
It's the first that I've heard tell of him, never heard of him before
Is he some old ballad monger dead one hundred years or more? .
So you've never heard of Stephen Foster then it only goes to show
That you are not a true folk singer when his songs you do not know
He was America's greatest song writer and his is an undying fame
And I find it hard to believe that you've not heard of his name.
So you can't sing a song of Stephen Foster's, then I'll go elsewhere for beer
For to hear one of his oft sung songs the reason I come here
The drinks are dearer here tonight just to cover your fee
And you can't even sing a Stephen Foster song for me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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They Tell You; You Have Cancer Aug 22nd,2012
THEY TELL YOU; YOU HAVE CANCER Aug 22nd,2012
By
James Bredin
If they tell you that you have cancer and you will very soon die,
And it's a very painful process so you better say goodbye,
And you can't arrange when to die so you will suffer as they say,
Our Supreme Court told Sue Rodriguez that there was no other way.
Because death with dignity is banned in this Canada land,
Never mentioned in the papers so nothing can be planned,
And we don't have binding referendums so we can't change,
We can't even put an oil pipe across a mountain range.
There should be some way to get around this national situation,
Or are we slowly headed for our own national damnation?
Because we will die but we don't know how, why, when or where just yet,
But death with dignity would ease the pressure; you can bet.
Aug 22nd 2012
poem by James Bredin
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Too Many Waves
They weren't friends by any means,
but they waved just the same.
They were going in opposite directions
from where they had just came.
Countless more waves followed,
but no one had anything to say.
I suppose that is the way things are
when you go in the opposite way.
When you cut a wave by direction
the cut heals without delay.
There are just too many waves to count,
when you sail the opposite way.
poem by Tex T Sarnie
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