Man arrives as a novice at each age of his life.
quote by Nicolas de Chamfort
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He Arrives
He arrives,
To apply a different tactic.
And at His will.
You may not notice this at first,
By the way it was achieved.
With a quiet precisioned skill!
You have been accustomed,
To seeing life from one dimension.
From a point of view,
With an indoctrination pursued.
And His intention although not mentioned,
Is to shatter all limitations too!
He arrives,
In your heart, soul and mind.
And once your eyes have been opened wide,
You will realized the depth of those lies told to you.
Why and the reason...
They were fed to control everything done you do!
He arrives,
To gift you with the truth.
With an absoluteness you can not refuse.
Since He is the One that comes who can do this.
The only One to get a detoxing done.
The One who introduces the kind of truth that stuns.
He arrives,
And those conditioned,
To hiding behind their lies...
Find themselves without protection,
Into shelters after a run.
Or tongues to twist,
A truth for all to see that exists!
He arrives,
No need to prepare with prayer.
He arrives and when He comes...
You wont see Him,
But you will know He is there.
His eyes are upon you...everywhere!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perceivers Of Knowledge
that was a good question
the previous answer
was for the young novice
yours was not a novice question
an answer is formulated
at appropriate questioner learning level
least understanding is lost
an answer must be perceived understood
if there is no perception
interaction with concepts conveyed
no progression will be made
no knowledge will be attained
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I am novice
Pardon me for being novice,
Have no choice and no device,
Can you just render simple an advice,
It Will only add and need to suffice?
Will she be listening?
More she be confusing,
Might not but also be refusing,
And not try for it defusing?
Why a curse on simple luck?
Why to sit as just lame duck?
May I just make the voice mute?
And not just pass and refute,
Have just simple and only belief,
God may give, bless and relief,
May be some amiss and even emiss,
But for sure, will there be miss,
Oh, my friends, do never a curse,
heal my wounds and act as nurse,
'Harm might have been' as you may think,
'Warm and no harm” as you may blink,
'Let anything people may say,
'I will continue to have my sway,
Far and distance, you may be away,
'Come what may', we may meet in May,
I may just cherish,
Even if am to just perish,
Will it be before I may finish?
May look it like mere a punish,
Forgive me not for being novice,
As I didn’t head just to your advice,
I may try not just to improvise,
But am so happy for being novice,
I found you perfect,
This is simple and bare fact,
Neither It is ploy nor any tact,
It is simple wish and noble act,
I may not sit and remain quite,
Days may be happy so also night,
Path so chosen may prove right,
End result good that too without fight
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Need To Be Shaken
a novice
somewhere in Tamontaka
one day
was asked to take leave and
advised to live his life
outside the silent walls of
the old seminary
he is sad of course
for in his whole life
all he wants is to become
a priest
i ask him the reason
why
he was junked, (a word
too cruel for him
to hear)
he was told
by his superior
'Manny, you need to
be shaken! '
i know what it means.
He didn't
but just the same
i left the place where he wanted to stay
all his life
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love and the Novice
"Here we dwell, in holiest bowers,
Where angels of light o'er our orisans bend;
Where sighs of devotion and breathings of flowers
To heaven in mingled odour ascend.
Do not disturb our calm, oh Love!
So like is thy form to the cherubs above,
It well might deceive such hearts as ours."
Love stood near the Novice and listen'd,
And Love is no novice in taking a hint;
His laughing blue eyes soon with piety glisten'd;
His rosy wing turn'd to heaven's own tint.
"Who would have thought," the urchin cries,
"That Love could so well, so gravely disguise
His wandering wings, and wounding eyes?"
Love now warms thee, waking and sleeping,
Young Novice, to him all thy orisons rise.
He tinges the heavenly fount with his weeping,
He brightens the censer's flame with his sighs.
Love is the Saint enshrined in thy breast,
And angels themselves would admit such a guest,
If he came to them clothed in Piety's vest.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Flower No Flower
Flower no flower
mist no mist
arrives at midnight
and leaves at dawn
arrives like a spring dream – how many times
leaves like a morning cloud – nowhere to find
Angel
Its not I who sought the novice its the novice who sought me cook went blind and drank too much and fed his guest on angeldust where did the pain start when did the symptoms begin where did the
Start what have the symptoms been? if my heads been through a windscreen why are all the eyeballs green? take me round the roundabout slow down, dont stop bail out-pull out it was not I who bi
Sheriff it was the sheriff who bit me by my lambchops, buttercup what a crucifixion what a crucifixion mean I was bitten by a horse now Im moving for divorce it took more than one man to change
Ame to shanghai lily whats a cluckin chicken whats a cluckin chicken need wheres the cluckin chicken wheres the cluckin chicken been
song performed by by Happy Mondays
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Quite often in life, when a tragic event arrives it becomes a springboard for mirroring all other things in one's life that one hasn't come to terms with.
quote by Charlotte Rampling
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Ode To John Keats
Oh lost love from long ago
I think on you once more.
When spring arrives and birds do sing
and colorful blossoms grow
My memories spring to life again
as if you were right here.
And all the phrases that you wrote
still sound within my ear.
I treasure them all within my heart
just as I treasured you.
I measure the days I must live through
just as I measure the dew
that arrives and glistens in the morn
and shines upon the grass.
Oh that you could walk upon it with me
and I could make it last.
But only in my dreams of you
can thoughts like these last.
And only in my wakefulness
can this not come to pass.
Somewhere in my future times
we shall meet again.
I know not where? I know not how?
But I'll recognize the when.
And together my love our words will be written
with the ink from love's sweet pen.
Written from the memory of
FANNY BRAWNE
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Menopause
The menopause arrives with out warning
Childbearing days over as day is dawning
Hot flushes, tears sheer unease
HRT patches work for me please
Irritable angry one moment, next so sad
Feel good as you wake up Go to bed sad
From teenage years nothing helps you prepare
For the menopause years its not bloody fare
No more pregnancies the body a barren room
The menopause came with no warning too soon
It arrives over night, gets you while you sleep
You can’t control your emotions weep girls weep
Old women say it gets worse before it gets better
A toast to the Menopause a real life up setter
poem by Marie Causey
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The Complexities Of Life
It may become problematic,
To continue to ignore those who equate...
A youthful appearance with being inexperienced.
And a novice to the complexities of life.
Since the ones discovered to do this,
Believe they can escape from aging permanently...
By assuming any one who looks young is stupid,
If they don't want to hang out and party all night long.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Childlike Clubhouse Mentality
Let me set the record straight,
Before some other novice initiates...
Another round of ignorance,
For immature fools to immulate.
There are those who enjoy what they do.
They are driven by an appetite,
To walk on a path and see their way through.
Few on a mission are not seeking competition.
There are those who recognize challenges.
Not challengers but challenges...
With the jumping over hurdles,
And unforeseen obstacles too!
Many have matured beyond,
That childlike clubhouse mentality.
Many have been healed and cured,
From comments dosed in created insensitivities.
And yet there are some who will never overcome,
Wanting to expose their youthful stupidities.
And seek they do...
To play the role of kids in school.
Let me set the record straight,
Before some other novice initiates...
Another round of ignorance,
For immature fools to immulate.
Grow up!
Or...
Get out of the way of those who are,
Adults who have had enough of your stuff!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hallucinogenic sound of the sea
Beaches have no rest as same as the waves.
Deep sea hides all these mysterious happenings.
Hey! Champion swimmer do not go any further please
It's deep like life,
And you may be a life-saver
But it's not applicable as the current has no live heart.
You are a novice my dear!
And many old ships rest on the sea bed with their rusty anchors
While the bearded Masters still stuck on bridge watches
As they cannot abandon the vessels.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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When September Arrives, Again
September arrives and Autumn begins.
The Summer then bows to Fall.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
In New England.
September arrives,
And the sky loses brightness.
Winds start to whip...
Leaves off of trees.
I use to wonder,
Why I heard thundering...
As it rained to bring a change to things.
September seems erratic and dramatic.
Shifting as it does...
To prepare all for the Winter.
Children return to school,
As cool winds descend.
September has come back,
Again...
So quickly.
September arrives,
And Autumn begins.
The Summer then bows to Fall.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
In New England.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
When September arrived.
And Autumn began,
With winds again.
I use to think,
The leaves would cling on until Spring...
As Autumn began,
With winds again to begin.
When September arrived.
When September...
Arrived!
When September,
Arrives...
Again.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think of life as an inn where I have to stay until the abyss coach arrives. I don't know where it will take me, for I know nothing.
quote by Fernando Pessoa
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I tell you, I feel like a real novice as far as horror goes.
quote by Lawrence Kasdan
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He who has been first a novice and then an abbot, knows what the boys do behind the altar.
The virtuous man is never a novice in worldly things.
quote by Marcus Valerius Martialis
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The First Of September
The morning it is breaking cloudy and gray
It does seem another cool late Winter's day
But the birds in the Parkland they whistle and sing
Believe it or not 'tis the first day of Spring
The first day of September the day of the year
When to Australia in the Southern Hemisphere
The Spring she arrives for her three months stay
With much warmer weather just a few weeks away
The Spring has arrived with her wildflowers and green
And her beauty in gardens and parks to be seen
Spring she arrives and she brings with her new life
And in parks and gardens Nature's beauty is rife
For the first day of September a cool chill in the breeze
But the birds chirp and whistle on the bushes and trees.
poem by Francis Duggan
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