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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To the child in the coming
We have been waiting
For almost nine months now
You were born, in fact
The day, when we came to know
You have been sown
And you have been established
Trust you are grown
Full in shape
With strong bones and muscles
And a kind heart
I know your mother's blood
Supplies you all that you need
Make good use of the supply
And build yourself
You know the whole world
Is waiting for your arrival
With lot of love and affection
And with an expectation
That you are going to be different
And special and capable of
Achieving greater and nobler things
Than those which we have achieved so far
Are you a boy or girl
We do not want to know it now
And it makes no difference to us
For what will matter are the
Great thoughts that you are
Going to nurse and your actions
Those realise them
Welcome to this world of wonders
Welcome to this world of love
Welcome to this world of passion
Welcome to this world full of
Opportunities for you to explore
Welcome to this world waiting for you
Your arrival is yet another proof
To the fact that God has faith in human kind
Your arrival is yet another proof
To the fact that Natural systems still prevail
Your arrival is yet another proof
To the fact that Love is the essence of survival
Your arrival will add yet another ray
To the glow of innocence
Your arrival will mark the beginning of
A New Era, new thinking, new hopes
And it will pave way for new
Sweet dreams not only for your parents
But to the entire mankind
Your arrival will make new sparkling marks
In our horizons indicating brighter and
Most prosperous days ahead
Come with an open mind
Come with a heart that is kind
Come with a lot of passion
And fashion a new generation
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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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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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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Springs Arrival and Winter Thaw
the sun rises to greet the morning
the ground dew only winters thaw
soft to the touch of the hand
leaves and flowers spread out
centre picture of the setting scene
springs arrival postcard of the season
birds return to roost in trees
naked branches now filling up
rainfall fresh and awakening
its a new beginning, new life
something to grow into
the daylight lasts longer
and the air smells fresher
winter melts away slowly
with the arrival of spring
poem by Matthew Holloway
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To a mother in the making
I thank you on behalf of the entire human kind for having chosen to become a mother.
A great mother you should be as you ensure the continuance of a genetic order, a wonder design of nature.
You are not only the mother of child you bear, but a global mother taking care of all with your kindness and affection to the little one, you are helping to land.
You are already a mother, as you became one from that moment, when the little one established itself in your nourishing womb.
You must be proud, because there are not many, who climb to this pedestal of motherhood.
You are lucky to tell the world loud and clear, that the human bonding is still there, as you bear the sign of it.
You are proving yourself the symbol of love, perseverance and patience.
Caution but, do not become possessive of this great gift to the world.
The child you bear is a gift you give to this waiting world.
Whether it be a son or daughter it makes no difference, but ensure in it are implanted your nobler thoughts.
Let that be Ram, the great son and the loyal husband
Let that be Sita, the personification of patience
Let that be Shiva, the perfectionist
Let that be Krishna, the granter of happiness
Let that be Buddha, the peace-loving guy
Let that be Christ, the painstaking path finder
Let that be Shakti, the symbol of energy
Let that be Arjuna, the great warrior
Let that be Karna, the great giver
Let that be Bheeshma, the great son and the protector
Let that be Einstein, the great scientist
Let that be Shankara or Ramanuja the spiritual path finders
Let the child be any one
You are our great mother
Let your positive attitudes flow through its brain cells in the formation
Let your philanthropic views fill its small heart
Let your far sightedness invade this little one
Let your all-giving mind become part of its attitude
Let all your and its father’s good features constitute this colourful butterfly still in the cocoon.
You will not entertain any bad thoughts now.
You will not consume anything that may hurt this little one growing in you.
You will not make the kid suffer the shocks of adrenaline that your blood stream gets injected because of your anxious moments.
Nothing to worry.
All will be fine, as it is and as it was.
You may know with the arrival your arrival child there are two deliveries. One birth is of course of your child and the other is that of a great mother.
Awaiting the arrival of a mother
affectionately
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Dead On Arrival
Dead on arrival
Well thats how they pronounced him
But Im out for survival
Im alive in this town
It took the vital injection
From that sweaty little girl child
She had the blood of conviction
Im alive and hurtin
And they said where did you go
And what did you do
Well whats gonna happen when he gets shot with love
Dead on arrival
They thought that nothing would save me
But I know what could break me
Dead on arrival
You were my death reflected
I love to tiptoe
That brought me into this town
I got a vital injection
And a gun at my head man
From a thrill hit redhead
That brought me into this town
Well where did you go
[+and] what did you do
Walked on out and he gets shot with love
With love, with love yeh
Yeh...
Dead on arrival
Well that aint a prediction
Fact of fiction
Im alive in your town
Dont try to shake me
Dont try to break me
I know what can save me
They take the blood in her town
And they said
Where did you go
And what did you do
Well, whats gonna happen when he gets shot with love
With love, with love
song performed by by Billy Idol
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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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Survival
Ill survive you, I will survive you
Well, its too late, I know, to change the way we go
From this day on I want to stay on
Now that Ive started learning
And the tides started turning
Well, its here I want to stay
Ill let the moon announce my arrival
To every eye that cares to see
Just working on the art of survival
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
Im alive here, I can survive dear
Though the weather might change
From the wind to the rain
Well, my heart remains the same
Ill let the moon announce my arrival
To every eye that cares to see
Just working on the art of survival
Where do we go from here, where do we go from here
Looked out on a sea of trouble
And I tried to stall for awhile
Its so hard to answer every question
And its hard to protect your heart anymore
Ill let the moon announce my arrival (I am alive)
To every eye that cares to see
Just working on the art of survival (but I wonder)
Where do we go from here
Ill let the moon announce my arrival (I am alive)
To every eye that cares to see
Just working on the art of survival (but I wonder)
Where do we go from here
Ill let the moon announce my arrival (I am alive)
To every eye that cares to see
Just working on the art of survival (but I wonder)
Where do we go from here ...
song performed by by America
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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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(re-edited)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Before The Arrival of The Fall
Between the muted walls
Of the small space I call my own,
I displace all my belongings,
Before the arrival of the Fall,
And change the picture of my home
To resemble the colored world...
Like an artist's palette:
Green, yellow, red and sky's blue,
All magical colors,
Each playing an important role
In my everyday mood...
Even the shiny reflection of copper
Touches my inner self,
When in my fortress alone,
I am totally secluded
Before the arrival of the Fall...
The human's heart
Was designed beyond heaven's gate,
Interior-like the soul,
But made separate
By self-possession and regret
Of beauty less than infinite...
Now here I am standing
Clearly on a solid ground,
Proudly having a mind of my own,
Feeling real great,
Nervously awaiting for
The arrival of the Fall...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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The New Arrival
“The Arrival of Natalie Anne”
September 6th,2009
Will be regarded as the day
You came into our home
To sweeten up our days
And brighten our nights
You brought a new ray of light
A refreshing new hope of life
For both your mother and father
And all those that will care for you
Remember this day
Your mother was so proud
For her new addition to the
Family that had already begun
She will watch over you
Protect you from harm
Pick you up when you fall
Wipe away those tears when you’re hurt
She will love you through
The good times and the bad times too
Give you guidance when you need it or
When you think it is not needed
Welcome Little Miss Natalie Anne
To this World that we call Life
May God bless you and watch over you
All the days of your LIFE!
The Arrival of Natalie Anne Lopez
Date: September 6,2009
Time of Arrival: 4: 47 pm EST
Weight: 7 lbs. &.05 oz.
Length: 20 ins.
poem by Scott Austin
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The Best Gift?
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
Anxieties are eased.
Awareness of possibilities occur.
There is more communication.
Reality is not combated.
In fact...
It can now sit comfortably,
With comprehension.
But there are those determined,
A fantasized existence will prevail.
Although they fail in their endeavors...
It is remarkable the attempts they make,
To hide their incompetence...
Behind a stated faith created and quite fake!
The best gift?
Knowing.
An arrival of acknowledgement comes.
And a piercing clarity stuns those,
Seen disguising their personas in shadows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Prove With Misguided Determination
Even upon their arrival,
Some will view them as aliens...
Or invaders.
But as leechers placed here to feed,
On a planet that allows this.
We've been blinded to believe we lead...
With limited consciousness,
That separates us from our own commonness.
And an awareness of that,
Has us in struggle and conflict...
To prove with misguided determination,
There is reason to exterminate our own existence.
Even upon their arrival,
Some will view them as aliens...
Or invaders,
To a way of life we choose to fight...
To the bitter end!
For purposes to control creation.
'That makes no sense! '
Really?
Tell me you are kidding?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Upon Arrival
A chauffeur dressed in gray, holds a sign, in leather gloves,
With instructions to meet the vip upon arrival.
Father, mother, and sister trading smiles and playful shoves;
And their son is coming back home, coming to stay, ooh, woh, woh;
A lovely teenage queen stands there, waits for the boy she loves;
And she dreams of the summertime with him, upon arrival.
Now announcing the touchdown of the flight, its right on time;
And a wave of excitement sweeps the room, ooh, woh, woh; ooh, woh, woh.
Bridge:
Each second of every minute seems eternal, time standing still;
Hearts beating quicker, minds racing fast.
Then suddenly shouts of laughter, tears of joy, flashes of light;
Handshake, introductions, lovers kiss.
Now, as the people go separate ways, I stand amazed;
Everyone has a story you could tell, upon arrival.
Still a girl in dark glasses waits until everyones gone.
And she weeps, shes all alone, her love is lost, ooh, woh, woh; ooh, woh,
Woh.
song performed by by Chicago
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Juggalo Chant
Death can occur at any time
At any given moment on any day
And when it does
You personally will meet The Wraith
Face to face
Join us for The Wraith's exhibit of Shangri-La
November 5th
It's the arrival the mighty 6th jokers card
Is it the end of the world?
Yes, it is the end of the world
And it's also the beginning
The beginning of a brand new saga
Juggalo world
For us to enjoy....
(Repeat 25 times)
We'll never die alone
Juggalos will carry on
Swing out hatchets if we must
Each and everyone of us
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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Returning
The blustering wind announces
The arrival of a new moon
But we complain about the wind
Because it messes up our hair
Or blows the neighbors leaves around
That winds up on our property.
The new moon which we cannot see
For the most part goes unnoticed.
It is a time for returning-
Not too far at the beginning.
Yet is auspicious for success.
When our knowledge is limited
Most of us cannot understand
“Returning to the beginning ”
A subtle brightness
Enters the void of darkness
Beckons my return.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The Second engulfs the first.
On arrival of the second child,
The apathy of the first one
Is worse than that of the first wife
In that the child is ignored by all,
While the first wife by her spouse.
22.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A hope from new year
The arrival of a guest is very near,
He is the harbinger of peace and expectation,
For us he will be like a seer,
Who will teach us the lesson of affection.
We shall welcome him with great zeal,
The clouds of uncertainy will dispel,
The wounds of ambitions he will heal,
The vampire of hatred he will repel.
The nightingales will sing the song of love,
The whole garden will celebrate his arrival,
Whether it is linnet or the charming dove,
They will be hopeful about their survival.
Peace he will bring alongwith him,
The world will be a better place to live,
The prospects of opression will be dim,
To us such a great joy he will give.
He will release mankind from risk and fear,
We shall welcome him
in the form of New Year.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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City dressed in lights,
Awaits Goddess’ arrival;
Child makes Rangoli…
haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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The Happiness of Death
He leaned in and kissed my forehead
He whispered
Tonight my dear you will cry no more
I have seen that you have suffered
Unable to bear the pain
I am calling your name
Well done my servant
Tonight you will be of perfection
In a perfect world
Leaving behind this world of sin
Tonight the heavens will celebrate your arrival
They will rejoice the saving of another soul
Tonight my dear you will reach your goal
Cry not tears of sorrow
But tears of joy
For tears of sorrow hurt
Be not sad to leave
Leave this sinful nature behind
For a better place await
Tonight marks the date
I will see you, my faithful servant at heaven’s gate
My child
My child
Cry not
poem by Rachael Hardy
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