Visits always give pleasure, if not the arrival, the departure.
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Visits always give pleasure -- if not at the arrival, then at the departure.
Visits always give pleasure; if not the arrival, the departure.
The Wasted Landing - thoughts from an airport strike
In the hour of our departure O Lord
In our beginning is our end
To depart is to arrive yet not to arrive
at the same hour and place
in some other time zone
and in our departing is our arrival
and to arrive is to depart from where we have not been
and to depart is to arrive at where we will not go
into the departure hall from where we did not depart
into the arrival hall where we did not arrive
and the end of all our departures is our arrival
that we may arrive at where we did not go
and depart from where we have not been.
now and in the hour of our departure O Lord
I Tiresias have foresuffered all
on this self-same divan, or tired banquette
in the departure hall from where we have not gone,
in the arrival hall where we have not arrived,
and all our arrivings are departures
and all our departures are arrivings
departing from where we have not been,
arriving at where we will not go
the sun shines bleakly through the window panes.
into the planes the trim staff come and go,
laundered into skies we cannot breathe.
'All flights are cancelled';
'Sorry Sir, this ticket is not valid for this flight'.
I Icarus have suffered thus
in Greece, in Rhodes, on all connecting flights,
in Delphi where I was not warned,
in Cumae where I could not go.
Passport Control. Do Not Pass This Point.
Too hot the sun of Greece that day,
the sun I shall not see.
'Arrival Delayed'. 'Departure Delayed'
A cold coming we had of it:
the baggage heavy, and the escalator steep,
the information scanty and the children fractious,
and the people. Oh the people.
Cans. Packets. Yesterday's papers from yesterday's travellers.
Sandwiches we have not eaten.
Tread softly for you tread on my icecream.
Now and in the hour of our departure Lord
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Wasted Landing. Thoughts from an airport in disarray.
In the hour of our departure O Lord
In our beginning is our end
To depart is to arrive yet not to arrive
at the same hour and place
in some other time zone
and in our departing is our arrival
and to arrive is to depart from where we have not been
and to depart is to arrive at where we will not go
into the departure hall from where we did not depart
into the arrival hall where we did not arrive
and the end of all our departures is our arrival
that we may arrive at where we did not go
and depart from where we have not been.
now and in the hour of our departure Lord
I Tiresias have foresuffered all
on this self-same divan, or tired banquette
in the departure hall from where we have not departed,
in the arrival hall where we have not arrived,
and all our arrivings are departures
and all our departures are arrivings
departing from where we have not been,
arriving at where we will not go
the sun shines bleakly through the window panes.
into the planes the trim staff come and go,
(they stay at Novotel Michelangelo) ,
laundered into skies we cannot breathe.
'All flights are cancelled';
'Sorry Sir, this ticket is not valid for this flight'.
I Icarus have suffered thus
in Greece, in Rhodes, on all connecting flights,
in Delphi where I was not warned,
in Cumae where I could not go.
Passport Control. Do Not Pass This Point.
Too hot the sun of Greece that day,
the sun I shall not see.
'Arrival Delayed'. 'Flight Cancelled'
A cold coming we had of it:
the baggage heavy, and the escalator steep,
the information scanty and the children fractious,
and the people. Oh the people.
Cans. Packets. Yesterday's papers from yesterday's travellers.
Sandwiches they have not eaten.
Tread softly for you tread on my icecream.
Now and in the hour of our departure Lord
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poem by Michael Shepherd
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Our Arrival
our arrival is greeted by the wagging of a tail
and the jumping of a dog long denied
of company.
our arrival is the opening of the windows
the winds come
and once again kiss the furniture
and the room shows once more
the luster of an almost forgotten
fullness
our arrival shall keep the blankets
warm again
it shall unlock the bolts and shall
once more open a closed door
our arrival shall give us the sounds
of faucets
the flushing of an old water
inside the bowl long silenced by the
kind of absence that
sometimes want a revival of newer
perspectives
our arrival is a reconstruction of ourselves
for once again
we shall make the questions open
and then, if you only know, the meaning of things
that grow again, like seeds, these, all of these
shall make an arrival interesting....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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24/7
Cancer station
for every
arrival
a departure.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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The most amazing thing to me about the sea is the tide. A harbour like St. Ives is totally transformed in a very short space of time by the arrival or departure of the sea.
Arrival of a child
Arrival of a child marks the
Arrival of a new pleasant path
Arrival of a most colourful horizon
Arrival of a new set of dreams
Arrival of a new ray of hope
Arrival of a new melody in musical notes
Arrival of a refreshing new fragrance
Arrival of a new butterfly in our garden
Arrival of a child marks the
Assertion of nature’s supremacy
Assertion of God’s faith in men
Assertion of sustenance of existence
Assertion of human love
Assertion of a new strengthened bond
Arrival of a child marks the
Beginning of a new philosophy
Beginning of a new set of experiences
Beginning of a renewed valour
Beginning of new ways of learning
Beginning of refined perception
Beginning of the glow of innocence
Beginning of a new set of celebrations
Arrival of child marks the
Formation of new cloud of prosperity
Formation of shower of fresh nutrients
Formation of a lake of vibrant future
Formation of a new pool of gainful talents
Let us welcome the child,
The spark of continuation of human race and
Let the human race celebrate the
Arrival of each child just born
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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For the poet the credo or doctrine is not the point of arrival but is, on the contrary, the point of departure for the metaphysical journey.
quote by Joseph Brodsky
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A departure
When you depart, all the beauty of my life departs
When you arrive, spring comes all around
My heart is kindled with the flame of your love
My disappointment turns into hope
Your departure is nothing
But an excuse of your arrival.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Prenuptials and Divorce
Give me that
You take this
Give me that
You take this
Give me that
You take this
Give me that
You take this
Give me that
And you take this!
Prenuptials and divorce,
Divides and splits...
Upon legal visits!
Not doing this at all
Still does not guarantee
A positive return,
On an emotional deposit...
Two invested,
Without interest earned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Storm
Growling and howling,
An uninvited guest,
Arrives with different seeds and leaves,
From unknown land,
And sprinkles them in the fields,
From these seeds come out, Beautiful flowers
And then delicious fruits,
Then the wild spirit moves for another land,
With her departure she predicts
The arrival of rain,
As there is a commotion in the Bay of Bengal,
The clouds laden with vapour rise from
The Bay and make us wait for their arrival,
And in few days rain covers every part of land,
A heavy downpour washes the whole landscape,
The gardens, the mountains, the valleys
All wear new and beautiful look,
The storm leaves such a glory after her.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Concealing That Nocturnal Existence....
you realize that there is nothing that you keep
or can
at night a stranger of the house talks about
a departure
you listen as he is putting music to his flute
it is a sad one
it is like the sonorous sound of the rain at night
it is windy
the departure shall be early before the sun comes up
you never sleep
anticipating the excitement of the departure
there are only two of you
before the sun comes up between the two hills
both of you have already dissolve in the distance
blend with the trees, walk on grasses,
there are no traces, the two of you never exist
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pain And Pleasure
I wanna tell ya, hey, I think you oughta know
The way you're treating me, now, I feel I have ta go
I've heard the rumors, and it seems they're comin' true
You do what suits ya, but then that's nothin' new
Do what you wanna do
Oh what you put me through
How I suffer for your love
Say what you wanna say
You know that you're gonna pay
For all the times I've cried
You give me pain, but you bring me pleasure
Get out of my life
You bring me pain, but you give me pleasure
Don't know what I like.
You've got me tied up, dog upon a leash
Instead of messin' round, practice what you preach
Your days are numbered, my day's arrived
The way I see it, we're dead or we're alive
You give me pain, but you bring me pleasure
Get out of my life
You bring me pain, but you give me pleasure
Don't know what I like
song performed by by Judas Priest
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When You Love You Do Not Lose If You Only Will To Keep It
when you love
when you love deeply and truly
like you have placed everything in you inside a small bowl
so fragile, breakable and perishable
shiny piece, porcelain white, unstained,
or a fruit glossy for the moment
or a flower blooming only for a day
like the way he loves you like the way he changes his mind
after you have given it all
when love is pronounced dead on arrival
do not weep
do not scream do not ever utter a word fit for sorrow and departure
keep the love that you still want everlasting
deep in your heart that love still clings and still works for your delight
be selfish on this, and be so private
do not give that up as a nightmare keep it as a dream always
and deep in your heart
you have so much to gain as a memory that shall last forever
and in this way
you have never lost
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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D.o.a.
Give me your brain.
Give me your eyes.
Give me your tongue and lips.
Give me your heart.
Give me your hands.
Give me your legs and feet,
To walk with!
'What else do you want from me? '
We are trying to determine that now!
'You did not ask for my ass!
Why? '
You've been sitting on that too long!
Keep that!
It's over used.
And much too soft,
To give to someone else with determination.
And we are only collecting parts
That have capability to enhance and enrich,
This experience to experiment!
'What about my consciousness? '
Your what?
Please...
Did I mention,
None of us here are magicians!
Other gifts,
Yes!
But that which you have,
Has been determined D.O.A.
Dead on arrival!
Your mind has been completely useless.
To you or any of us.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God bless him who pays visits -- short visits.
The Arrival
A splendid arrival.
With such great stories of surrvival.
We now know what's been done.
Through all the days that have come and gone.
I am so happy that now it's done.
The hard pressed waiting,
while the years have spun.
No longer feeling cold and shunned.
With your arrival here the day is won.
So tell me now what went so wrong.
I guess it doesn't matter now that you have come.
My heart is beating now with boiusterous song.
Your arrival here took so very long.
With such great cheer you now are here.
I have no need for petty fears.
That you'd ever leave me here in bitter tears.
So we'll join in blissful days.
I need to feel your loving gaze.
Your arrival here has brought bright rays.
Of brilliant sunshine that's here to stay.
poem by Michael McParland
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I Have No Memory Of You
I have no memory of you
Of neither arrival nor your departure
Just a few moon beam cut words
And a gale that touches nothing
But the rain in my heart.
I might not want to remember
How you write me with water
How the grass flower bends
In the early dawn and
How I close my eyes
In your lazy warmth.
I have no memory of
Neither pain nor poetry
Just the heartbeat of a butterfly
In a dying storm.
poem by Reshma Ramesh
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Being Used To Travel
being used to travel
one gets used to being dissipated
another arrival
another departure
in such a short time
with such a moment with someone
another someone
another temporary feeling
not even love
not even another feeling anymore
another travel
asking: where am i going to?
being used to
being used
to dreams that never come true
now on another train
to another bus
on another plane
each question begs for an answer
but for now
there is just this blankness
this bluntness
no conversations with another
passenger
just like myself
asking: where am i going to?
now, i don't ask anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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