The French are the wittiest, the most charming, and up to the present, at all events, the least musical race on Earth.
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What is jazz? It, It's almost like asking, What is French? Jazz is a musical language. It's a musical dialect that actually embodies the spirit of America.
quote by Branford Marsalis
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Our specious present as such is very short. We do, however, experience passing events; part of the process of the passage of events is directly there in our experience, including some of the past and some of the future.
quote by George Herbert Mead
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Sonnet: All Things Are Ephemeral
Most 1eaves must fall before the spring must come;
Some ye11ow, wither, dry; some fall verdure;
All old and frail don’t live to young welcome;
This is the law of Mother sweet nature.
The Sun must set before the night comes on;
The Stars are better seen during the night;
The Moon too fades when comes the next day’s Dawn;
Some men don't see even in broad daylight.
All Nature's phenomena happen right;
A subtle harmony entwines them all;
Despite its greatness, sad is human plight;
From earth arises, to earth man shall fall.
All natural events are charming to see;
Man cannot from Mother Nature, copy.
poem by John Celes
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Forgot To Follow
All I can hear is another year pass me by.
They pass me by.
They pass underneath you know theres nothing to see here, except ten bridges.
They pass underneath you know theres nothing to see here, except ten bridges.
Coz when you're winning you're charming,
you're winning you're charming,
when you're winning you're charming, it wont...
You might have noticed that i've fallen down on the road,
It could happen to anyone, I know.
They pass underneath you know theres nothing to see here, except ten bridges.
They pass underneath you know theres nothing to see here, except ten bridges.
Coz when you're winning you're charming,
you're winning you're charming,
when you're winning you're charming, it wont...
You're winning you're charming,
coz when you're winning you're charming,
when you're winning you're charming,
coz when you're winning you're charming,
when you're winning you're charming,
when you're winning you're charming,
when you're winning you're charming,
when you're winning you're charming.
ohhh!
song performed by by Idlewild
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The Charming Month of May
It was the charming month of May,
When all the flow’rs were fresh and gay.
One morning, by the break of day,
The youthful, charming Chloe—
From peaceful slumber she arose,
Girt on her mantle and her hose,
And o’er the flow’ry mead she goes—
The youthful, charming Chloe.
Chorus:
Lovely was she by the dawn,
Youthful Chloe, charming Chloe,
Tripping o’er the pearly lawn,
The youthful, charming Chloe.
The feather’d people you might see
Perch’d all around on every tree,
In notes of sweetest melody
They hail the charming Chloe;
Till, painting gay the eastern skies,
The glorious sun began to rise,
Outrival’d by the radiant eyes
Of youthful, charming Chloe.
Chorus
poem by Robert Burns
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I don't flatter myself with much dependence upon the present disposition of the Eastern Indians, who are many ways liable to be drawn into a rupture with us by the artifices of the French, their own weakness and the influence which the French Missionary Priests have over them.
quote by William Shirley
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Could a man foresee events he would never be poor.
In Complete Control
The Lord above moves this world, through events divinely unfurled,
Unveiling events for nations to see, the hand of the God of Eternity.
Working beside man’s wickedness, to move some to righteousness,
While bringing true hope in our time, through events which are divine.
Events that attest to the Revelation, from The God of all of Creation,
With many events from the past, pointing to time that will forever last.
Hopefully moving the heart of man, to fully embrace His Eternal Plan,
As these times continues to unfold, towards the Age for all to behold.
And The Lord is in complete control, of God’s Created Terrestrial Ball,
Watching over all He does cherish, and wanting not any man to perish.
Although man may die on the earth, God offers every man a new birth,
From Him, it’s a new birth spiritually, so we can live through all eternity.
God’s control doesn’t hinder man, from following Satan’s wicked plan,
For many ignore God’s Revelation, while they reject His only Salvation.
That’s why earth is full of adversity, being fomented by Satan’s iniquity,
But it shall not continue to flourish, for under Christ, all evil shall perish.
As all iniquity will be cast into Hell, with sin and death by Christ, as well,
When God’s control will see the end, to all of Satan’s iniquity my friend.
And He who controls Heaven above, shall fill all the earth with His Love,
When in God’s Sovereign control, He purges earth of every wicked soul.
(Copyright ©10/2007)
We Americans are the best informed people on earth as to the events of the last twenty-four hours; we are the not the best informed as the events of the last sixty centuries.
quote by Will Durant
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Ancestral domain my quest
history tells on people, geography, race, culture and
events, is a wonderful topic for, the process gives
meaningful aspect of human sphere
great civilization started in common principle, an
inherent idea, that all men are created equal, above
other living animal who lives in this wonderful earth
a unquestionable notion that all species are free to
procreate, free to exist, free to subdue of what is
given and has all the opportunity to live in any given
time
the land is the only living testimony that witness the
existence of our races in many ages, for it is the race
who own the land, any dishonor of the human race is
worse than death
not need to go, beyond cultural languages and principle
but only we need to know the basic principle that before
the culture comes to existence the human lives, owns
the land
defination of terminology, even indigenous people as
defind has nothing to say on the real meaning of race,
words definition, hutchs the essence of human race
it is now the quest of every race, to praxis and achieve
our meaningful existence, for only our race lives forever,
and zeal by time in the history of ancestral domain,
a quest of our human race.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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A Cinderella Story' vs Reality
There is a girl and a boy,
Connected only in cyber,
Never met,
Never phoned,
How long can it last?
It is like in the movie ‘A Cinderella Story’,
Her friend said.
The girl loves him so much,
She cannot took her mind off him,
She waits in front of computer every night,
Waiting for her Prince Charming to greet.
They have known each other a year,
They lived very far apart,
It is like one is up there,
One is down the globe,
Can it last?
She wondered.
One day,
Her Prince Charming said those magical words to her,
She was barely able to breathe,
She was the happiest person on Earth,
But Prince Charming loves her as…?
On one beautiful night,
As usual,
She spent almost hours and hours in front of the computer,
Wait till Prince Charming to come,
But he did not,
She was a bit upset,
She wrote to Prince Charming,
‘You love me as what? ’
Prince Charming replied her the next day,
‘I love you as my girlfriend’,
‘Will you be mine? ’
For God’s sake,
She was absolutely wanted to be his,
‘I sure will’,
It was the best day of her life.
So, there it was,
For her,
She hopes her story does not end just like that,
She will wait for her Prince Charming,
To come to her,
In reality,
Not just in cyber,
Even if it take 100 years.
She wanted them to see,
She wanted him to take her hands,
She wanted to dance in the rain with him,
She wanted to feel his warm,
She wanted him for sure,
She will wait, she swore.
A Cinderella Story?
It is different with her story, she thought,
It is just the same,
When it comes to how they stay connected.
poem by Lovita Lara
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She was an Angel
It was written in the stars
That she would be something special
She was an Angel
A musical entrepeneur
Off the past, present and the future
Her voice was real
There was no need to mimic
Her romantic musical lyrics
She was an Angel
People were always curious
About this musical genius
Many used to climb the hills
And stand still
Just to hear her making love
To the strings of her guitar
She belted out songs
Some in a whisper
While the crowd will chant away
Delighted to hear her play
She was an Angel
A profilic writer
An Angelic diva
A musical master
feeling the air with pure emotion
Music was her entire life's devotion
She was an Angel
Her words were magical
Always casting on the crowd a spell
Taking them momentarily
out of their troubled hell
Yes it was written in stars
That she would be something special
She was beautiful
She was wonderful
She was an Angel
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Race Of Veterans
RACE of veterans! Race of victors!
Race of the soil, ready for conflict! race of the conquering march!
(No more credulity's race, abiding-temper'd race;)
Race henceforth owning no law but the law of itself;
Race of passion and the storm.
poem by Walt Whitman
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The Secret of Time and its Passage
Memory defeats passage of time
Hurts and pains enliven passed times and events
In the form of aches, and rarely are enlivened pleasant experiences had;
Anxiety, fear, apprehension constitute the future;
Past and future are thought forms
In the present continuous,
Arising out of earlier experiences,
And doubts and imaginations about the imminent,
Are mere mental projections
In the present;
The present continuously changes
Every one tenth of a second
As a pulse series of awareness
Replacing past dissolving into future;
Events took place and the ones we imagine may happen
Respectively create memory,
And doubts, fears and expectations;
Thus the egoistic mind drawing us into the past or future
And seldom allowing us to live in the present
And enjoy current bliss, peace and silence
Creating whirlpool of time and its passage
Never lets us transcend the notion of time
And its passage;
But the reality is,
Present continuous being
One-tenth of a second,
The past over and the future yet to dawn;
Realization of this secret of
Passage of time, past, present and future
As mere thought forms in the present,
Sets in us peace, bliss and quietude
And we face life cheerfully
Transcending mental suggestions
And enjoy the present in calmness,
Peace, bliss, silence, in unoccupied awareness
As contented and content-free state of mind
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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I'm like a decathlete who does all of the events he's used to, but is being forced by certain circumstances to focus on three events, and being forced to focus on events that he wasn't that interested in, and also weren't his strongest events.
quote by Michael Nyman
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Kiss Your Ass
What time should I pick you up tonight
To make me seem more selectable
What kind of flowers should I bring your mother
To make me seem more delectable
I got no problem with family events
I like lemonade, camping, kids, and tents
Ill do anything you ask
No matter the task
My whole purpose on earth
Is just to
Kiss your ass
What kind of drugs should I take tonight
To make me seem like Im introverted
What kind of porn mags should I bring your brother
To make me seem like Im still perverted
I got no problem with family events
I like lemonade, camping, kids, and tents
Ill do anything you ask
No matter the task
My whole purpose on earth
Is just to
Kiss your ass
Teach me something I dont know
But I swear Ill be something someday
I strain my ears listening too hard to what you say
How then ? ? time should I cruise your block
On my tiny red tricycle
Screaming your name sweet heart in vain
This ? ? ? ? has got me in a pickle
I got no problem with family events
I like lemonade, camping, kids, and tents
Ill do anything you ask
No matter the task
? ? ? ? ?
Youll be promiscuous
And Ill be ? ?
Cuz my whole purpose on earth
My whole purpose on earth
My whole purpose on earth
My whole purpose on earth
My whole purpose on earth
Is just to kiss your ass
song performed by by Jewel
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Prince Charming
Prince charming, who you told me you were.
You are Aladdin, you are Phillip,
You are the Beast's true form, you are Eric,
You are Cinderella's, you are Snow White's.
But really and always, your mine.
My Prince, my heart, and you belong to me.
Protect me when I am afraid,
In your arms keep me safe.
Show me the wonders of the world,
On your horse (or flash car) .
Blow me a kiss when the moon is high,
Caress and hold me when I sleep,
And dream of you, my Prince Charming
You're Arabian, you're from the Middle Ages,
You're English, you're French,
You're Itallian, you're sweetness dressed as fury,
But always, you are here, handsome Londoner,
Jack-the-lad, Top Dog,
My Prince, my Dad.
poem by Becky Ginn
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To me, the musical is best when it's a musical comedy. So if you have a very, very funny show, and very good, funny songs, that's what the musical does best.
Musical chair
Musical chair is not mine
I can not share the musical chair with others.
I never play with musical chair
I do not believe musical chair can be played.
I believe mine is mine
And yours is yours.
I can not take away your right
You can not take away mine.
The world is here, look
With a musical chair.
I am here and also you are.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The present is a present, so be present
Always, behind the known,
the greater unknown…
behind the tedious Latin translation,
the struggle to find French elegance in French -
the private joys of the translator…
that rare intimacy, as a soul to soul
across the divides of language…
‘Laetus in praesens’ says Marsilio Ficino
in his Renaissance colloquial Latin
written up around the wall
of his Academy, such as it was…
The translator – half mechanical,
half philosopher, scribbles down
‘Rejoice in the present’..
and presently, pauses, contemplates…
Is it, was it, as easy as all that?
Sounds good, but is it practical?
In another age, Eckhart Tolle will expound
The Power Of Now – how joy
will follow presence, as the night the day…
The translator, cautious in his guidelines,
contemplates ‘Be present, rejoicing..’
as a poetic alternative… thus satisfying
philosophy as the study of causes…
checks various manuscripts; ah,
it’s written in one as ‘impraesens’…
almost adjectival; as a necessary state:
‘rejoice, being present’ then, perhaps?
Behind the shoulder of the translator,
stands as always, just as does
the unknown at the shoulder of the known,
(not quite nudging, sometimes, the writing arm)
the author…so close, this present moment,
is his presence…
the translator, gifted with a present by the wise,
the presence of the wise,
is wholly present; and that almost
imperceptible joy – recognised only
by the absence of all other things –
which the wise call bliss,
steals like a blessing
from the eternal, timeless, unblemished,
perfect now.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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