This gives us more time to attend the inner need.
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Ladies Aid
After chatting with each friend,
We our way to the table wend ;
On it we all do make a raid,
And this we call a Ladies' Aid.
'Tis pleasant way of taking tea,
Improvement on the old soiree;
On such a time as this we find
Food for body and for mind.
Gladly all obey the call
To attend this pleasant social,
And we hope none will lament
The time and money they have spent.
The matron and the comely maid
And youths attend the Ladies' Aid ;
But now we close our short refrain,
And hope to meet you all again.
poem by James McIntyre
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Unequal funding resources also results in unequal educational opportunity when you consider studies that show that one half of low income students who are qualified to attend college do not attend because they can't afford to.
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Father
Oh father, what happened to you
Did you have more urgent affairs to attend to?
Did business press, or did you just get bored
Thrown half your life through a one way door?
Sometimes it scares me, look in the mirror
And see myself growing up looking like you
No I dont have much time to waste getting worried
Ive got more urgent affairs of my own to attend to
Father, what happened to you
Havent seen you in a whole decade
Did you ever learn, did you ever grow up
Are you still as weak, do I make you feel afraid?
Do you tell your friends theres a son somewhere?
Did you ever wonder how he looks?
Did anyone ever give you my number?
Say heres two pence cos my phones off the hook
song performed by by Waterboys
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Father
Oh father, what happened to you
Did you have more urgent affairs to attend to?
Did business press, or did you just get bored
Thrown half your life through a one way door?
Sometimes it scares me, look in the mirror
And see myself growing up looking like you
No I dont have much time to waste getting worried
Ive got more urgent affairs of my own to attend to
Father, what happened to you
Havent seen you in a whole decade
Did you ever learn, did you ever grow up
Are you still as weak, do I make you feel afraid?
Do you tell your friends theres a son somewhere?
Did you ever wonder how he looks?
Did anyone ever give you my number?
Say heres two pence cos my phones off the hook
song performed by by Waterboys
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Before Sleep
The lateral vibrations caress me,
They leap and caress me,
They work pathetically in my favour,
They seek my financial good.
She of the spear stands present.
The gods of the underworld attend me, O Annubis,
These are they of thy company.
With a pathetic solicitude they attend me;
Undulant,
Their realm is the lateral courses.
Light!
I am up to follow thee, Pallas.
Up and out of their caresses.
You were gone up as a rocket,
Bending your passages from right to left and from left to right
In the flat projection of a spiral.
The gods of drugged sleep attend me,
Wishing me well;
I am up to follow thee, Pallas.
poem by Ezra Pound
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It is one thing to take as a given that approximately 70 percent of an entering high school freshman class will not attend college, but to assign a particular child to a curriculum designed for that 70 percent closes off for that child the opportunity to attend college.
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Always In Conference
I am honest.
Centered.
Respectful.
Feeling blessed...
And speak my mind.
Without fear of reprisals!
That haunt others,
From time to time!
Nor am I chased,
By lurking shadows...
I plant and place,
To face and rename my 'enemies'!
I know 'who' I am.
And I let that be known!
I have dignity and pride...
And I seek for my life,
An undenied quality!
For 'me' I know that's right.
I am often asked
What church I attend.
And when I say none...
People are often stunned.
And some become offended,
Beginning to quote scriptures
They have learned!
Making me realize immediately...
Just who in hell will burn!
They are closer to the devil,
Than I am.
I don't hear his ways being preached...
As hypocrites sit,
Or give praises on their feet!
And I wonder...
If I possess these qualities,
And they do not...
Since God and I,
Are always in conference!
Shouldn't I be the one,
Prepared to run...
From them,
Just as stunned?
Afterall,
My mind is not pre-occupied with temptations.
Nor am I absorbed with the 'values' of sin!
Or attend in a congregation with others,
Sharing pretentions that don't end!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To fall in line
Everyone busies himself
That he will have no time
To share your grief or joy.
Everyone busies himself
That he will have no time
To lessen your burden.
Stop busying yourself
And attend others problems
Then they will fall in line.
26.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A lame excuse
I ignore them who ignore me
I hate them who hate me
I part with them who part with me
I attend them who attend me
I love them who love me
I unite with them who unite with me
For I am neither a saint nor an apostle
I am an ordinary man
Trapped in the net of false ego and pride
I do love God but on my terms.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Just a Patch
Just a patch
of crimson and gold
Reminds me of
the impending cold
Days of fair weather
come to an end
The time of ingathering
to attend
poem by Theresa Quinn
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I think it is probably more important to attend specialized conventions for a journeyman writer than any other, but it's useful at all stages of a career, if for nothing else, to find out how the industry is working at any given time.
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A burden.
Devotion to God is met by many ways.
Sing or hear songs made in praise of God.
Attend discourses; undertake pilgrimage.
Visit temples and worship the deities.
Attend festivals and perform rituals.
Do penance and pretence in public.
Select a seer and go after him.
The profound faith you repose in Him
Will take you to the mount of happiness.
The salvation assured from devotion
Will take you to the valley of quietness.
Of course, you forgot to work for your bread,
Or live on the hoarded or borrowed wealth.
As a a burden to the population.
23.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Running Out Of Time
Just looked at my watch and I'm running out of time.
Best to attend to pertinent issues and forget the five and dime.
I'm usually so busy with routine chores of the day
That what really counts I miss or feel it's just in my way.
After work I was too tired for family with no strength to move on.
Now I sit with time on my hands, but with family long gone.
I spent my time gathering material possessions for all to see.
Now that time is running out I realize they mean nothing to me.
The two sided coin of time has helped me truly understand
That life is like a veritable desert of sand.
One side is love which will provide protection every hour.
The other is desire for material things sands of time will devour.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Eddi's Service
(A.D. 687)
Eddi, priest of St. Wilfrid
In his chapel at Manhood End,
Ordered a midnight service
For such as cared to attend.
But the Saxons were keeping Christmas,
And the night was stormy as well.
Nobody came to service,
Though Eddi rang the bell.
"'Wicked weather for walking,"
Said Eddi of Manhood End.
"But I must go on with the service
For such as care to attend."
The altar-lamps were lighted, --
An old marsh-donkey came,
Bold as a guest invited,
And stared at the guttering flame.
The storm beat on at the windows,
The water splashed on the floor,
And a wet, yoke-weary bullock
Pushed in through the open door.
"How do I know what is greatest,
How do I know what is least?
That is My Father's business,"
Said Eddi, Wilfrid's priest.
"But -- three are gathered together --
Listen to me and attend.
I bring good news, my brethren!"
Said Eddi of Manhood End.
And he told the Ox of a Manger
And a Stall in Bethlehem,
And he spoke to the Ass of a Rider,
That rode to Jerusalem.
They steamed and dripped in the chancel,
They listened and never stirred,
While, just as though they were Bishops,
Eddi preached them The World,
Till the gale blew off on the marshes
And the windows showed the day,
And the Ox and the Ass together
Wheeled and clattered away.
And when the Saxons mocked him,
Said Eddi of Manhood End,
"I dare not shut His chapel
On such as care to attend."
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Words From A Husband To A Wife (Envelope Couplet Sestets)
Spend your time with me until the night end
as we attend a party at the house of a friend
smile and talk to me as if I am someone else
laugh merrily at the jokes our host tells,
while you dance with me where the stairs bend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end
smile coyly while a drink I recommend,
treat me like a stranger you have just met
while our eyes are just on each other set,
let your glance shy before mind descend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end
even if our friends do not really comprehend
why we are different from our old stances
why we are romancing in all our glances
while like some strangers we together blend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end
as if life on a moment do depend
while you act just like a brand new lover,
as if our feelings we did rediscover,
as if we met only on a godsend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
Spend your time with me until the night end,
friendly greet the old smiling reverend
while we proudly walk past to our dinner
as if we are just two love-struck sinners,
while our unfamiliarity we do pretend,
spend your time with me until the night end.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Be you in what line of life you may, it will be amongst your misfortunes if you have not time properly to attend to pecuniary monetary matters. Want of attention to these matters has impeded the progress of science and of genius itself.
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Be you in what line of life you may, it will be amongst your misfortunes if you have not time properly to attend to pecuniary [monetary] matters. Want of attention to these matters has impeded the progress of science and of genius itself.
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The Singer
Did you attend? He sang by grove ripe -
The bard of love, the singer of his mourning.
When fields were silent by the early morning,
To sad and simple sounds of a pipe
Did you attend?
Did you behold in dark of forest leaf
The bard of love, the singer of his sadness?
The trace of tears, the smile, the utter paleness,
The quiet look, full of eternal grief,
Did you behold?
Then did you sigh when hearing how cries
The bard of love, the singer of his dole?
When in the woods you saw the young man, sole,
And met the look of his extinguished eyes,
Then did you sigh?
poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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The Burdensome Life
To attend my ailing parents
And conduct their funerals
To support my weak wife
And, perhaps, see off her
And to be at others’ mercy
And wait to face the death
At a time when I grew weak
Are the greatest burden
Heavier than the life led.
I wish I was not born.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Le Bassin rose
Si le jet d’eau s’est tu dans la vasque, si l’or
De la statue en pleurs au centre du bassin
S’écaille sur la hanche et rougit sur le sein,
Si le porphyre rose en l’onde saigne encor ;
C’est que tout, alentour, s’engourdit et s’endort
D’avoir été charmant, mystérieux et vain,
Et que l’Écho muet dans l’ombre tend la main
Au Silence à genoux auprès de l’Amour mort.
L’allée est inquiète où l’on ne passe plus ;
La terre peu à peu s’éboule du talus ;
La porte attend la clef, le portique attend l’hôte,
Et le Temps, qui survit à ce qu’il a été
Et se retrouve toujours tel qu’il s’est quitté,
Fait l’eau trop anxieuse et les roses trop hautes.
poem by Henri de Regnier
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