Life is not so much about beginnings and endings as it is about going on and on and on. It is about muddling through the middle.
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Eternity
we are under the full moon
tonight and we look for some
tiny stars glittering in the skies
our vision dissolving into such
a vast space where we see
no endings no beginnings
we soon close our eyes and there we
too see no endings no beginnings
limitless to the skies
limitless to the heart
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Believe In Happy Endings (feat. Earl Thomas Conley)
(Bob McDill)
Who can tell just how it starts
Angry words and broken hearts
Till silently we sit apart
You and I
But in awhile the anger's gone
And we forget who's right or wrong
Then one of us will end it all
With just a smile
We believe in happy endings
Never breaking
Only bending
Taking time enough for mending
The hurt inside
We believe in new beginnings
Giving in
And forgiving
We believe happy endings
You and I
Just a word is all it takes
And so it pass
The silence breaks
And looking back it makes us ache
For what we've done
And so we cling together now
And wonder why we're oh so proud
When all that matters anyhow
Is our love
We believe in happy endings
Never breaking
Only bending
Taking time enough for mending
The hurt inside
We believe in new beginnings
Giving in
And forgiving
We believe in happy endings
You and I
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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We Believe In Happy Endings
(bob mcdill)
Who can tell just how it starts
Angry words and broken hearts
Till silently we sit apart
You and i
But in awhile the angers gone
And we forget whos right or wrong
Then one of us will end it all
With just a smile
We believe in happy endings
Never breaking
Only bending
Taking time enough for mending
The hurt inside
We believe in new beginnings
Giving in
And forgiving
We believe happy endings
You and i
Just a word is all it takes
And so it pass
The silence breaks
And looking back it makes us ache
For what weve done
And so we cling together now
And wonder why were oh so proud
When all that matters anyhow
Is our love
We believe in happy endings
Never breaking
Only bending
Taking time enough for mending
The hurt inside
We believe in new beginnings
Giving in
And forgiving
We believe in happy endings
You and i
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Stiff Upper Lip
What made good queen bess
Such a great success?
What made wellington
Do what he did at waterloo?
What makes every englishman
A fighter through and through?
It isnt roast beef, or ale, or home, or mother
Its just a little thing they sing to one another
Stiff upper lip, stout fella
Carry on, old fluff
Chin up, keep muddling through
Stiff upper lip, stout fella
When the goings rough
Pip pip to old man trouble
And a toodly-oo too
Carry on through thick and thin
If you feel youre in the right
Does the fighting spirit win?
Quite, quite, quite, quite, quite
Stiff upper lip, stout fella
When youre in the stew
Sober or blotto, this is your motto
Keep muddling through
(instrumental bridge)
When a bounder starts to hiss
You must give him blow for blow
Make the blighter say, whats this?
'ullo, 'ullo, 'ullo, 'ullo, 'ullo
Stiff upper lip, stout fella
When youre in the stew
Sober or blotto, this is your motto
Keep muddling through
Keep muddling through
Keep muddling through
Keep muddling through
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Some
Some endings
Have no
Beginnings.
Some
Relationships
End.
They cannot be
Rekindled again.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The beginnings and endings of all human undertakings are untidy.
quote by John Galsworthy
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At This Moment Of My Life
at this moment of my life
there is nothing to prove
nothing to build anymore
all beginnings have found
their sought endings
there is nothing to see
everything have seen what
they ought to see
there is nothing to feel
everything had been felt before
there is nothing to fear
everything is so near
there is something to touch
it is light it is fire.
it is at the tip of my finger
it stays on my tongue
and my heart keeps on singing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fortunate people often have very favorable beginnings and very tragic endings. What matters isn't being applauded when you arrive - for that is common - but being missed when you leave.
quote by Baltasar Gracian
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From the standpoint of observation, then, we must regard it as a highly probable hypothesis that the beginnings of the mental life date from as far back as the beginnings of life at large.
quote by Wilhelm Wundt
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Beginnings are apt to be shadowy and so it is the beginnings of the great mother life, the sea.
quote by Rachel Carson
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My Father Died
In the middle of the summer,
when I was twenty-two
and wore sneakers with no socks
and was growing my first beard,
my father died.
In the middle of the summer,
when my son was one years old
and lay in his playpen
in the hardscrabble grass of the backyard,
making living sounds
and grabbing for fistfuls of air,
my father died.
In the middle of the summer,
days before somebody walked on the moon,
days after the bright-colored beginnings
of my daughter's life,
my father died.
In the middle of the summer,
when, as a father,
I first sat out on the porch past midnight
listening to the haunting, faraway comfort
of late-night, west coast ball games,
and the tender wisps of breathing of my own two babes,
in the middle of the summer
when I first had trouble sleeping,
and before we had the luxury to know
each others' hurts and hollows,
hopes and heartaches,
in the summer of 1969
(several sad and sorry seasons
beyond the end of his living) ,
my father died.
As did,
as did a part of his boy.
poem by Will Thomas
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Quickened Endings Speeds The Change
Quickened endings speeds the change.
And games played once reliable...
No longer,
Remain the same.
Quickened endings speeds the change.
Knock down those blocks,
And...
Open up what's been locked.
Quickened endings speeds the change.
Don't try to cease them.
Hoping to keep...
Whole and complete in one piece,
A picture wanted perfect...
But,
Soon from you to leave.
Soon you will believe!
Quickened endings speeds the change.
Let what was known go!
And....
Don't try to cease this speed.
Quickened endings speeds the change.
And games played once reliable...
No longer remain.
So...
Knock down those blocks,
And...
Open up what's been locked.
It's futile to keep clinging,
To meanings coming to a stop!
Quickened endings speeds the change.
And...
Don't try to cease them,
With a picture held to keep.
Quickened endings speeds the change.
And...
Don't try to cease them,
With a picture held to keep.
Quickened endings speeds the change.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As Though There Is Meaning
oftentimes
to make life as new
we make
beginnings
a fence here
a garden within
a new house
in the middle of
the land
and then the old
storms come
again
there is always
this instinct
for destruction
for which we must
be all
thankful
for soon we shall
begin anew
another fence there
a new garden here
another house to replace
the old broken one
in the middle of
the land
and so there is
nowhere
or no one
someone is always
here
something
makes the tick
in truth
just another
deception
for us to sow the
earth again
as though
there is meaning
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Candid Talk.....
she took a
handkerchief and
tied it round her neck
her niece said the prayers
saying it was caused by
mere feelings
feelings end
everything sometimes
and it is no wonder
it is acceptable nowadays
the sad fact is no one
wants to mention it
and so
it simply forgets itself
like water boiling and
evaporating and
what is left is
the cold tin of
a can
in our chat
you blame me for taking about
endings
that i should have
mentioned more about
sunlit beginnings
grazing fields and
limitless horizons of green
and blue
and flaming sunsets
that make our
mouths gape
for
beauty
i tell you i am
not a story teller
i am a poet
and endings
are not open
most of the times
sometimes they are
insults that one must bear
even in one's
self dug graves
there is always a responsibility
that must be gripped by our hands
and if these hands open
and surrender respect
to some
insignificant handkerchiefs
so be it
sadness is not a reason
and it is not always
beautiful
so be it
let those who cannot bear
bury themselves
we have our own preoccupations
our graves to dig too
our our litany of justifications
after
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Confessed and Detested
No one should have their hands out,
Pleading to feed themselves.
Too many today live in total gluttony! ~
And troubles we have are blamed on someone else!
Someone declared an enemy..there!
And there...and There and THERE!
There were places created
With cabanas where these enemies shared!
Over tea and crumpets buttered!
And we fight to save a culture based on 'fluff and floof! '
With doses of other added creations...
To spread a message we ourselves don't understand.
Selling wars soon wear out factories pumping out crime...
Perfumed with the power of peace.
The structure of it begins to rust!
The foundation begins to crack.
People begin to worry where the money is going!
And WHY is it flowing like that! Where AT?
Just to keep a 'few' fat cats...
Fatter RATS! ?
That's where it's at...it seems!
No one should have their mind on gloom!
Sitting homeless on the corners...
With no hope to come soon!
Someone is going to pay,
To have this picture painted
Glossed with doom.
Those now trying to balance at the top?
Are falling with lifestyles flipping to a flop!
Finding no amount of sympathy dropped.
This is going to happen...
And it wont stop!
No one should find injustice...
Unjustified!
If they sit and sip and stake no claim!
But in the land of dishonest beginnings,
Endings aren't always how real endings
End these games!
In these endings that begin new beginnings...
The ones who have miraculously returned to the top,
Do the mopping of the slop
Of the crop that left that crap,
Tracked by trapped followers!
No one should have their hands out,
Pleading to feed themselves.
Especially those who chose to use plastic,
To disguise the worth of their lies!
They are now the last to use the 'N' word,
Much perplexed!
They know to them it now means 'No-thing! '
Nada..poof! Gone!
Finding themselves now the criminals
And pests!
Looking downtrodden and forlorn.
'HEY! Get over it! Get over it...
OR go back where you came from! '
Words that should ring with familiarity
In many ears!
God ain't gonna let nobody rest!
Winds may blow on those self chosen...
And expose them less than best,
If not at least
Confessed and detested!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Circles
The Circling Through the Sun;
The Returning Cycle;
the Completion;
Infinity;
The Eye.
All these
are symbolized
by a line
which
circles
back to its own beginning.
The Community Closes Ranks
and Closes Off;
The Encirclement
The Focused Effort.
The Linking of These.
the First Cell.
We're All
Circles
and
though this comprehend
endless connectedness
and the sense
of the beginnings & endings
\ we exist within.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Men Of Good Fortune
Men of good fortune
Often cause empires to fall
While men of poor beginnings
Often cant do anything at all
The rich son waits for his father to die
The poor just drink and cry
And me, I just dont care at all
Men of good fortune
Very often cant do a thing
While men of poor beginnings
Often can do anything
At heart they try to act like a man
Handle things the best way they can
They have no rich, daddy to fall back on
Men of good fortune
Often cause empires to fall
While men of poor beginnings
Often cant do anything at all
It takes money to make money they say
Look at the fords, but didnt they start that way
Anyway, it makes no difference to me
Men of good fortune
Often wish that they could die
While men of poor beginnings
Want what they have and to get it theyll die
All those great things that live has to give
They wanna have money and live
But me, I just dont care at all
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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To Live And Love Some More
we open our eyes
must always
open our eyes for
new surprises
we do not close it
for the twists
and turns of life
everyday is a disclosure
every hour
an unfolding of buds into
flowers
spreading scents
pleasing us with its petals
and bright colors
handing us more of
those memories
nothing is discarded
everything is embraced
and kept
and treasured
but like the petals
subject to time
and the seasons
we arrive at the alleys
of wilting
and drying and
crumpling
we too open our eyes
for all these
familiarizing ourselves
with the cycles
of endings and beginnings
the shalls and musts
perhapses and maybes
and all the other
potentials and
possibilities
ah, life is exciting
who does not like to live and love some more?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How To Write A Novel
How to write a Novel
I like to write a book, any book as long as it has my name on the cover.
A one day course, how to write a novel. The course leader, a published
writer, wore a long dress but I could see her ankles, they were beautiful
and much younger than the rest of her. Dyed, red hair, face very pale,
presumable from sitting in all day writing how-to books.
Beginning, middle and an end, yes, like life, capricious in the middle,
the ending tends to write itself. Sudden endings are best, run over by
a bus, or a train crash, where cell phones go on ringing in the broken
interior. Then silence. Long ending are best being avoided, hospital bed
pages after pages, endless days, exhausted relatives.
Lovely ankles, did she paint her toenails red? She wore flat shoes
sensible for any woman over fifty. Classroom empty, they had all gone
out for lunch, I went to the pub and stayed there. Beginning, middle and
an ending, what more is there to know?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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