That a marriage ends is less than ideal; but all things end under heaven, and if temporality is held to be invalidating, then nothing real succeeds.
quote by John Updike
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Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.
Friends need not agree in everything or go always together, or have no comparable other friendships of the same intimacy. On the contrary, in friendship union is more about ideal things: and in that sense it is more ideal and less subject to trouble than marriage is.
quote by George Santayana
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Friends need not agree in everything or go always together, or have no comparable other friendships of the same intimacy. On the contrary, in friendship union is more about ideal things and in that sense it is more ideal and less subject to trouble than marriage is.
quote by George Santayana
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On Marriage
Pessimistic views: :
Marriage is a gamble!
Marriage is a punishment;
Marriage is an evil that
Most can’t but accept.
Optimistic views:
Marriage is a gift of God;
Marriage is a blessing;
Marriage is an enjoyment,
We make the best of it.
Truths:
Marriage is so wonderful;
Marriage is so fulfilling;
Marriage is so wholesome;
Marriage is an endless love,
More priceless than all wealth!
Marriage is a way of life;
Marriage is so natural;
Marriage is the better way,
For two, to reach Heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-7-2006
poem by John Celes
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Freedom
Freedom will come
To real love
Heaven will come
For real love
(Do-Wah Do-Wah Do-Wah)
Run away when it hurts from the things that we do
(Do-Wah Do-Wah Do-Wah)
Don't know why we cry
Run away from the truth
Children of new men
Colors of human kind, in shadow Good is your loving
Growing and sharing storms
Believe
You've got to believe
Calling the day freedom will come
And we will arise to real love
Day by day heaven will come
And we'll survive for real love
Cherish the union, the light in a stranger's eyes
Your guardian angel will make all the wrong things right
Believe
You've got to believe
(Do-Wah Do-Wah Do-Wah)
(Do-Wah Do-Wah Do-Wah)
Calling the day freedom will come And we will arise to real love
Day by day heaven will come
And we'll survive for real love
Calling the day freedom will come
And touch the sky in heaven above
Day by day heaven will come
And we'll survive for real love
Calling the day freedom will come
And touch the sky in heaven above
Day by day heaven will come
And we'll survive for real love
Calling the day freedom will come
And touch the sky in heaven above
Day by day heaven will come
And we'll survive for real love
song performed by by Erasure
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The ideal mother, like the ideal marriage, is a fiction.
quote by Milton R. Sapirstein
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The Time Of Our Lives
Listen to the clock beat as it ticks out time away,
And listen to the birds laughter as they live for today,
And listen to the heart beat as it beats our lives away.
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
How you doing people that passed on yesterday?
Did you meet with justice on your judgement day?
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
Yes, to us,
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real!
song performed by by Iron Butterfly
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In The Time Of Our Lives
Listen to the clock beat as it ticks out time away,
And listen to the birds laughter as they live for today,
And listen to the heart beat as it beats our lives away.
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
How you doing people that passed on yesterday?
Did you meet with justice on your judgement day?
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
Yes, to us,
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real!
song performed by by Iron Butterfly
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The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist; it is by the ideal that we live.
quote by Victor Hugo
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Who Can I Be Now? (1974)
Everybody's raised in blindness
Everbody know's it's true
Everybody feels that everything is real
Anbody's point of you
Nobody can make their bondage
Everyone can feel the change
But even in my night I knew you found your son
And nothing would be quite the same
Please help me
Oooo, can I be Nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Nooo can I be, noo he found me
Nooo can I be real
Can I be real
(Sombody real)
If it's all a fast creation
Putting on a face that's new
Someone has to see
The road for human beings
Someone like this road been you
Up in heaven any angels
Likes these special game to play
Oh ho, could we, could we links this story
This next story angels boy
We do love for every day
Please help me
Oooo, can I be Nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Noo can I be, noo he found me
Now can I be real
Can I be
Oooo, can I be Nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Nooo can I be, noo he found me
Now can I be real
Can I be
Can I be real
He found love
Can I be real
Ye ye yeah
Can I be real
He found Love
Can I be real
Can, can I
song performed by by David Bowie
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Who Can I Be Now
Everybodys raised in blindness
Everbody knows its true
Everybody feels that everything is real
Anbodys point of you
Nobody can make their bondage
Everyone can feel the change
But even in my night I knew you found your son
And nothing would be quite the same
Please help me
Oooo, can I be nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Nooo can I be, noo he found me
Nooo can I be real
Can I be real
(sombody real)
If its all a fast creation
Putting on a face thats new
Someone has to see
The road for human beings
Someone like this road been you
Up in heaven any angels
Likes these special game to play
Oh ho, could we, could we links this story
This next story angels boy
We do love for every day
Please help me
Oooo, can I be nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Noo can I be, noo he found me
Now can I be real
Can I be
Oooo, can I be nooo he found me
Oooo, can I be held apart he found me
Nooo can I be, noo he found me
Now can I be real
Can I be
Can I be real
He found love
Can I be real
Ye ye yeah
Can I be real
He found love
Can I be real
Can, can i
song performed by by David Bowie
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At the Altar
Now to take away your life –
Devour your soul afresh upon
The birth of every dawning day
– The spawn of sun and earth –
As of the way Prometheus lost hepatic flesh –
He stole fire! You stole gropes
And f*cks of me; so suffer thee!
Oh yes, perspire! Drizzle down the beads
Upon that crimson, blotchy skin –
I see the once cocksure pose, my man,
Is wearing terribly thin.
Indeed, an absence of repose
Discloses thumping in your chest –
Irregularly rhythmic – like the humping
(When you thought I was a body to molest) .
No more! my little man, for I shall wrest
The living essence from your
Paling, quivering form! –
You’ve had your gentle calm
Before the rumblings of the storm!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Sonnet: Our Earthly Love Ain’t Divine
Let not our minds with unknown fears be filled;
Let not our hearts seek love that never fails;
Let not our endeavors be ever killed,
Till soul sinfree and Heavenwards, sets sails.
All things, we seek on earth are transient;
All things we leave back here after our death;
Our soul's return, He seeks, Omniscient;
Yet, only after our one, earthly birth.
The love on earth is not the ultimate;
The love of Heaven is always ideal;
We leave behind, joy, sorrow, love and hate;
The love of God, God's love are ones real.
On earth, we can't see love that is divine;
No vine-yard's press can make us Heaven's wine.
poem by John Celes
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Wife to Be (Petrarchan Sonnet)
I stroll along a fragrant country lane
With honeysuckle perfume on the air -
And feathered crooner's warble to revere -
Then cross a golden sea of flowing grain
In empathy - it seems to sense my pain
Of knowing all was done with my affair -
Her empty meaning now the solitaire
She cast away - betrothment all in vain.
But oceans team with many fish to catch
So I must up and hoist another sail
And seek the one that really waits for me,
For soon auspicious breezes will prevail
In guiding forth to find a truer match:
The one to take my hand as wife to be.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A Ballade of Theatricals
Though all the critics' canons grow--
Far seedier than the actors' own--
Although the cottage-door's too low--
Although the fairy's twenty stone--
Although, just like the telephone,
She comes by wire and not by wings,
Though all the mechanism's known--
Believe me, there are real things.
Yes, real people--even so--
Even in a theatre, truth is known,
Though the agnostic will not know,
And though the gnostic will not own,
There is a thing called skin and bone,
And many a man that struts and sings
Has been as stony-broke as stone . . .
Believe me, there are real things
There is an hour when all men go;
An hour when man is all alone.
When idle minstrels in a row
Went down with all the bugles blown--
When brass and hymn and drum went down,
Down in death's throat with thunderings--
Ah, though the unreal things have grown,
Believe me, there are real things.
ENVOY.
Prince, though your hair is not your own
And half your face held on by strings,
And if you sat, you'd smash your throne--
--Believe me, there are real things.
poem by G.K. Chesterton
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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXII
Unblest discovery of an age too real!
They needed not the beauty of the Earth,
Who held Heaven's hope for their supreme ideal,
And found in worlds unseen a better birth.
What to the eye of faith were the hills worth,
The voiceless forests, the unpeopled coasts,
The wildernesses void of sentient mirth?
In death men praise thee not, Thou Lord of Hosts!
But when faith faltered, when the hope grew dim,
And Heaven was hid with phantoms of despair,
And Man stood trembling on destruction's brim,
Then turned he to the Earth, and found her fair;
His home, his refuge, which no doubt could rob,
A beauty throbbing to his own heart's throb.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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A Ballad of Theatricals
Though all the critics' canons grow-
Far seedier than the actors' own-
Although the cottage-door's too low-
Although the fairy's twenty stone-
Although, just like the telephone,
She comes by wire and not by wings,
Though all the mechanism's known-
Believe me, there are real things.
Yes, real people-even so-
Even in a theatre, truth is known,
Though the agnostic will not know,
And though the gnostic will not own,
There is a thing called skin and bone,
And many a man that struts and sings
Has been as stony-broke as stone . . .
Believe me, there are real things
There is an hour when all men go;
An hour when man is all alone.
When idle minstrels in a row
Went down with all the bugles blown-
When brass and hymn and drum went down,
Down in death's throat with thunderings-
Ah, though the unreal things have grown,
Believe me, there are real things.
ENVOY.
Prince, though your hair is not your own
And half your face held on by strings,
And if you sat, you'd smash your throne-
-Believe me, there are real things.
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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A Bare Truth
I am in the present perfect
Where I have always been,
Finally reaching
Something of my own
Which makes tomorrow
A day worth following...
As I rise with the orange glow
Of an enterprising ideal
That is too ardent
And possessive to let go...
I may be unknown and alone,
But the real one is ready
Apart from here
And has become part of the world
I am striving for...
Separating the many
Halves of me
And sorting them
Into the infinite good or bad
I am most likely to succeed...
The Cause is the ideal,
The ideal is the principle
And the tempter's key
Which unlocks or fastens
The door of immortality...
poem by Romeo Della Valle (2011)
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