Every ceremony or rite has a value if it is performed without alteration. A ceremony is a book in which a great deal is written. Anyone who understands can read it. One rite often contains more than a hundred books.
quote by G.I. Gurdjieff
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Standing On Ceremony
Remember your manners
Will you please take your hat off
Your mother is dying
Listen to her cough
We were always standing on ceremony
We were always standing on ceremony
Cant you show some respect please
Although you didnt in real life
Your mother is dying
And I God damn well hope youre satisfied
We were always standing on ceremony
We were always standing on ceremony
So please play another song on that juke box
Please play another pretty sad song for me
And if that phone rings, tell them that you havent seen me
If that last phone rings
Tell them that you havent seen me for weeks
And this one heres on me
Standing on ceremony, standing on ceremony
Standing on ceremony, standing on ceremony
Standing on ceremony, you were always standing on ceremony
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
(standing, on ceremony)
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage
As an unperfect actor on the stage
Who with his fear is put beside his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart,
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might.
O, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense
More than that tongue that more hath more expressed.
O, learn to read what silent love hath writ,
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
poem by William Shakespeare
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I Vote For Peace
Hell's march parades
mass military power
great armies stomping
up and down proud
pomp ceremony spectacles...
Latin ‘ceremonia'
awe reverent rite rituals
in modern empires
uniform devoted killers
trained in mass destruction...
I must be old fashioned
I see more value
in a well cooked meal
in the stomach
aid and care given
with compassion
in sickness or accidents
instead of a bullet in the brain
this view true holds
for me for both genders.
I vote no army no military globally.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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On the fortieth day after his death, we held the ceremony, and I performed for the very first time.
quote by Nusrat F. A. Khan
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I Want To Fly
I want to fly!!!...
My eyes are like a little bird's
A bit afraid
My eyes are like a little bird's
A bit ashamed
I'm flying so far away
Soon we'll play another game
We need luck to go on
HO TON WACHALO
We need luck to go on
HO TON WACHALO
I'm flying so far away
I need your help YAH YAH YAH
The Hina ceremony is now
The Hina ceremony is now
HORIM SHORIM MIT RONANYIM
HO TON WACHALO OHAVIM
Hina ceremony is now
Hina ceremony is now
Oh...oh...oh...oh...
I want to fly!!...
I want to fly!!...
HORIM ROKADU KI'ALIM
SO SEM WA SIMHO
AVAN MO'ASH HABONIM
HO TON LACHARO ITARO
Na na na na...
I want to fly!!...
ANA NAZALTI
ANA NAZALTI
ANA NAZALTI
WA LA REFNE ZULEH
ANA NAZALTI
ANA NAZALTI
ANA NAZALTI
WA LA REFNE ZULEH
YEH YEH YEH YEH
I want to fly!!!...
song performed by by Ofra Haza
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Slave Girl
In old Baghdad, a long time ago, lived a beautiful girl
She was captured by pirates and became a slave girl
While on the ship, the Capitan and the beautiful girl fell in love
There is a new twist to this story
The Capitan always performs the marriage ceremony
Therefore, the Capitan performed their marriage ceremony
After that, the handsome Capitan and the beautiful girl ruled the oceans
She was a lucky girl, after all, wasn't she?
February 2,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
poem by Jr. Clarence A. Graham
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Th Reality Show
Tell me how to tell you about a flat
robotic voice,
asking for euthanasia,
a rite of passage for ceremony of death.
He said, he preferred lethal injection
to noose. But it should be painless,
and there should be no leakage of pain
on face. Mercy it be.
This was not a stage show.
No mummer was performing.
Sitting in lotus position
inviting the inevitable. Be my destiny,
my end.
A terminal prayer of infant dream,
which could not find words,
worth any weakness.
Going separately on different routes,
meeting accidently at home
two things were quarreling with dark
quietly.
poem by Satish Verma
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The problem for me, still today, is that I write purely with one dramatic structure and that is the rite of passage. I'm not really skilled in any other. Rock and roll itself can be described as music to accompany the rite of passage.
quote by Pete Townshend
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Haiti itself was also photographed, some of the streets, some of the mountains, rivers, streams, etc. were photographed before talking with me about how I felt about Haiti. Then the camera went to our voodoo temple and saw a serious ceremony, a real ceremony.
quote by Katherine Dunham
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Perfect Her Evil Me
shes so pretty and perfect
and so much more worth it
she petite and funny
she laughs
loves your friends
she'll never break your heart rite?
not like evil me
she lets you protect her
not a stupid feminist
not like evil me
she knows you
more than me rite?
she was there when your life crumbled before you
oh wait that was evil me,
sorry wrong girl
she'd never cheat on you
rite?
just like evil me...
only wait she did
with your best friend
who you trusted
miss perfect all the time broke your perfect heart
and now who do you miss?
oh yeah
evil me.....
poem by Larxene Addesso
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“The Ceremony Has Begun”
The ceremony
Has just begun
Love is the groom
And patience
Is the proud bride
Who looks beautiful
Wearing that holy
Gown of uncertainty
Smooth high quality
Fabric of Fantasy
There brevity
And bravery
Are the bridesmaids
Peace and faithfulness
Are the only
Invited guests
For the
Wedding planner
Is God himself
And wedding vows
Are from heaven
The children of truth
Are playing their roles
The ceremony
Has just begun
Where tonight
Patience
Will be
Married
To love………..
Written on the evening of the 20th June,2010
poem by Munia Khan
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We are the Hindus...
Few thousand year old scripture says,
that the Lord Brahma is the creator,
The Lord Vishnu is the protector and
The Lord Siva is the destroyer.
The destroyer of our pride,
selfish nature and evil attitude.
He has three eyes and
Hindus worship these three Gods.
The doctrines and principles.
weave around our life,
we have ceremonies for entire life,
Naming ceremony, ear piercing ceremony,
attainment of puberty and wedding ceremony,
ceremony for the first pregnancy,
and numerous other ceremonies,
apart from the death ceremony.
We have duties for everyone,
parents, grand parents,
uncles, aunties and children,
and we have to fulfill our duties,
other wise we will become outcast.
We are peace loving people,
who believe in Karma, our deeds,
as we do not have anyone,
to wash away our bad karma,
and Our Gods practice,
the check and balance,
and the division of labor.
Though our brothers and sisters,
call themselves in other names,
we treat them all as one of us,
as we believe the children of
Hindu ancestors are always the Hindus.
We treat them with respect and
we request them to treat us,
with due respect and not to convert,
our poor brothers and sisters,
for a bag of rice and a promise of heaven.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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My Hundred Books
A thousand books my library
Contains;
And all are primed, it seems to me
With brains.
Mine are so few I scratch in thought
My head;
For just a hundred of the lot
I've read.
A hundred books, but of the best,
I can
With wisdom savour and digest
And scan.
Yet when afar from kin and kith
In nooks
Of quietness I'm happy with
Sweet books.
So as nine hundred at me stare
In vain,
My lack I'm wistfully aware
Of brain;
Yet as my leave of living ends,
With looks
Of love I view a hundred friends,
My books.
poem by Robert William Service
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I read over a hundred books a year and have done so since I was fifteen years old, and every book I've read has taught me something.
quote by Nicholas Sparks
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There is a great deal of difference between an eager man who wants to read a book and the tired man who wants a book to read.
quote by G.K. Chesterton
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Unwritten for C.P.Sharma
I bought a new anthology
of poems from the First World War.
I offer no apology
The poetry filled me with awe.
To understand that tragedy
could inspire young poets to write.
Poetry of such great beauty.
To read it is a sacred rite.
I have a strange affinity
with young men cut down in their prime
Who made their mark on history
describing hell in metered rhyme.
I am forced to wonder what
they might have written but could not.
18/05/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Rite Of Passage
Words and music by bob seger
Its the age of reason for the anarchist
Its a change of venue for the lobbyist
Its a dream of justice buried in the grist
Its a secret briefing based on need to know
Its a condescending rationale from command control
Feel the sense of wonder at the overthrow
Its a rite of passage through a hurricane
Through a rolling thunder through a screaming rain
Hear the shriek of abel hear the cry of cain
And abraham will take his son
Five billion years from now the cruelty will be done
Make a destination
Of the greater truth
Make em hang their heads and eat their words
When you find the proof
This is all youre given
Its your only move
Its a rite of passage for the everyman
To a higher ground
To a brighter light
To a promised land
You can feel the power
Of the masters hand
Its a rite of passage
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Rite to Spring
Spring awakes,
A free descent,
From unforeseen heights,
As virgin sunbeams,
Carve their path,
To the yawning sprouts;
Even the scrambling fauna;
Guarding the heavenly bed,
Of a crowded thicket;
As souls levitate, from an icy hibernation;
As the senses germinate,
To the resonating melodies,
Of cardinals and mockingbirds,
Stamping their rite to spring.
Amidst this extravaganza of color,
In the serenity of the luscious thicket;
A quilt cover stumps long blades of meadow grass;
As two burgeoning souls playfully merge,
In to a fusion masterpiece, a caramel mural,
Showcasing their birth glory;
Melting in to each other's warmth;
Like a luscious coat of virgin snow;
Thawing to the falling sunbeams;
Unblemished white metamorphosing,
To an infinite spectrum of the color of love.
Of what beauty a quilt in spring bestows;
Two souls dethroning themselves,
In an earthly sacrifice of a birth rite;
To embrace their magical rite
The rite to spring.
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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The Furst Poem
This is me fairy furst poem
Wot I effer rote
So I arsk pleez pay attenshun.
Rite now and pleez take note.
Its true I avent got a clue
But I will try me best
Yule sea if I can sea it throo.
May be yule be imprest.
I hope you share it wiv yor frends.
Its gud too av a go.
I like too keep fokes in suspence
Too reed lions too and fro.
Frum left too rite and bak agin
Not knowin wot cums next.
Yet ware it ends I know not wen.
Like you Im sumtimes vext.
Im aving fun wiv rimes like thees.
Ive writen me furst harf.
Ill reech the end by slow deekrees
And may be make you larf.
Hour teecher says Ive got a gift.
I'm kwite the laidees man.
And may be soon she mite get kist.
Thats allways been me plan.
Ill share this soon and then wheel sea.
Purrhaps ten out off ten.
If less than five no moor frum me.
Ill neffer rite agin!
poem by Denis Martindale
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A book.
Shelves of books with variant topics:
Medicine, Engineering and comics,
Languages, Management and Marketing,
Tourism, Text books and Computing,
House hold, Carpentry and plumbing,
Trucks, Driving and operating.
Must choose one to taste,
Read regularly to last,
A full term of life and love,
Nourish it with the dose of care,
Can buy it from the stores,
That sells New, second hand and old,
When the new book is bought,
The smell itself fresh and great,
To remember for the life throughout,
Keep it as a Holy book and enjoy,
When the used books are purchased,
Rarely used books, never opened,
A few half read and half left,
A few stained and battered,
A few has the quotations underlined,
When the old books are bought,
The papers are oxidized and yellow,
Touch it, fragile, handle with care,
Though the contents may be good,
Prints are washed out and hard to see,
Heavily tainted of weather.
Whether you buy the new or the used book,
Make sure that you choose the right book,
Then read chapter by chapter leaving no nook,
Sometimes it thrills and shrills,
It is hilarious and comical,
If it is full of mysteries,
Try to solve it with your knowledge,
Don't slam and tear it,
Not touch it with your drug fingers,
Not read it with your spirited mind,
You will misunderstand the contents,
Promise yourself you will not make,
Your book an used and neglected book again.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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