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Foes Yet Friends(Roundel)

Foes Yet Friends, Tom and Jerry
Chase and face in their racing rounds
Tom is to chase running jerry
Foes Yet Friends

To win to eat aims Tom in rounds
To flee from Tom in rounds Jerry
Yet a foe to both sometimes hounds

Friends they fight in rounds in scurry
Just to win in proud rounds and rounds
But to part again in fury
Foes Yet Friends

poem by Indira Renganathan
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Friends And Foes

Better are foes than friends, sometimes, oh friend
Flip through thy pages friends, pretentiously
And say, “It's great, so nice, wondrous and good! ”
But foes! Rummage with spite them ruthlessly
In search of faults, they tear you piece by piece

God knows what foes unearth and well discern
In their inadvertence may discover
Precious jewels you hid in oblivion
And win you accolades of connoisseurs

So, friends or foes, never mind thee, oh friend
To friends say warm hello and thanks a lot
And there they come, your foes, with smiles crooked
Come on, up on thy feet and make salute

poem by Sathya Narayana
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Who are foes?

I make friends from contacts
And pick foes from those friends.
My foes are on increase
In proportion to friends.
09.07.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Boot Camp was great and very interesting. You got to use live rounds of ammunition and got to do a lot of crawling around with live rounds flying around you, so you really had to learn to keep your ass down - everything down for that matter.

quote by Mel Gibson
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The Shut-Eye Sentry

Sez the Junior Orderly Sergeant
To the Senior Orderly Man:
"Our Orderly Orf'cer's ~hokee-mut~,
You 'elp 'im all you can.
For the wine was old and the night is cold,
An' the best we may go wrong,
So, 'fore 'e gits to the sentry-box,
You pass the word along."

So it was "Rounds! What Rounds?" at two of a frosty night,
'E's 'oldin' on by the sergeant's sash, but, sentry, shut your eye.
An' it was "Pass! All's well!" Oh, ain't 'e drippin' tight!
'E'll need an affidavit pretty badly by-an'-by.

The moon was white on the barricks,
The road was white an' wide,
An' the Orderly Orf'cer took it all,
An' the ten-foot ditch beside.
An' the corporal pulled an' the sergeant pushed,
An' the three they danced along,
But I'd shut my eyes in the sentry-box,
So I didn't see nothin' wrong.

Though it was "Rounds! What Rounds?" O corporal, 'old 'im up!
'E's usin' 'is cap as it shouldn't be used, but, sentry, shut your eye.
An' it was "Pass! All's well!" Ho, shun the foamin' cup!
'E'll need, etc.

'Twas after four in the mornin';
We 'ad to stop the fun,
An' we sent 'im 'ome on a bullock-cart,
With 'is belt an' stock undone;
But we sluiced 'im down an' we washed 'im out,
An' a first-class job we made,
When we saved 'im, smart as a bombardier,
For six-o'clock parade.

It 'ad been "Rounds! What Rounds?" Oh, shove 'im straight again!
'E's usin' 'is sword for a bicycle, but, sentry, shut your eye.
An' it was "Pass! All's well!" 'E's called me "Darlin' Jane"!
'E'll need, etc.

The drill was long an' 'eavy,
The sky was 'ot an' blue,
An' 'is eye was wild an' 'is 'air was wet,
But 'is sergeant pulled 'im through.
Our men was good old trusties --
They'd done it on their 'ead;
But you ought to 'ave 'eard 'em markin' time
To 'ide the things 'e said!

For it was "Right flank -- wheel!" for "'Alt, an' stand at ease!"
An' "Left extend!" for "Centre close!" O marker, shut your eye!
An' it was, "'Ere, sir, 'ere! before the Colonel sees!"
So he needed affidavits pretty badly by-an'-by.

There was two-an'-thirty sergeants,
There was corp'rals forty-one,
There was just nine 'undred rank an' file
To swear to a touch o' sun.
There was me 'e'd kissed in the sentry-box,
As I 'ave not told in my song,
But I took my oath, which were Bible truth,
I 'adn't seen nothin' wrong.

There's them that's 'ot an' 'aughty,
There's them that's cold an' 'ard,
But there comes a night when the best gets tight,
And then turns out the Guard.
I've seen them 'ide their liquor
In every kind o' way,
But most depends on makin' friends
With Privit Thomas A.!

When it is "Rounds! What Rounds?" 'E's breathin' through 'is nose.
'E's reelin', rollin', roarin' tight, but, sentry, shut your eye.
An' it is "Pass! All's well!" An' that's the way it goes:
We'll 'elp 'im for 'is mother, an' 'e'll 'elp us by-an'-by!

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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I guess what was going to come back came back on Monday. Of course now I've played a different golf course. I've played two practice rounds and two tournament rounds all kind of the same and now today I've played a different golf course.

quote by Raymond Floyd
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Leaving A Place Is Sweet

A shift of place causes
Loss of friends, and also foes.
Loss of foes is sweeter
Than loss of friends is bitter.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Foe Turned Friends

Their enmity over spent,
The foe turned friends
Will become sweet friends.

Their amity over spent,
The friend turned foes
Will become bitter foes.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love is so Strange

When dogs and cats can get along so well,
And sleep together, taking peaceful rest,
And play with each other like friends, when young,
Unmindful of their natural enmity…

When genes stay suppressed by the environment –
Congenial and training appropriate,
Even foes can stay as friends, if times permit,
And hate’s forgotten, a phenomenon!

The cat hates damp and loves to remain warm;
The dog requires coolness of the ground;
If properly taken care of, they both
Adjust and stay as friends and not as foes!

Love is something stranger than we all think;
Love manifests amongst ev’n natural foes!
‘The cat and dog’- is a mighty example;
Let human beings learn to live in peace.

Forget your problems at least while you rest;
A bit of adjustment is magic big;
Love strangely blossoms ev’n amongst foes!
Foes are not foes forever for lifetimes.

Sometimes, wild animals too adjust well;
The training matters and the environs;
When basic wants are taken care of, then,
One’s baser instincts vanish for sometime!

Men ought to live in peace and harmony;
We cannot lead a life of suspicions;
Let races, nations live in amity;
The earth belongs to every one of us!

Why fight and stay awake when slumber calls?
Why keep our bickering alive always?
There’s love amongst beasts that are natural foes!
Why can’t you live, let others live as well?

poem by John Celes
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A fool repays a salve by a stab, and a stab by a salve. [He mistakes friends for foes and foes for friends.]

Latin proverbs
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Friends become foes, and foes are reconciled.

Latin proverbs
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Lonely & Alone

Lonely when someone feels
Alone is he the only one
He thinks
Never is it the true
For the one is
Always preoccupied
With thoughts and whelms
With friends and foes
With good and bad
Which is always inside the one?
So he should never think of himself
As the one lonely and alone
Who is left deserted in the world
The redeeming feature is that
The lonely and alone is always
The one surrounded with people
And friends and foes
Where he is always left deserted when
He needs them most.

poem by Surabhi Gupta
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The Fireman

They call me the fireman
Thats my name
Makin my rounds all over town
Puttin out old flames
Well everybodyd like to have what Ive got
I can cool em down while theyre smolderin hot
Im the fireman
Thats my name
Last night they had a bad one a mile or two down the road
Well my buddy walked out and left this woman burnin out of control
Well I was down there in bout an hour or so
With a little mouth to mouth she was ready to go
Im the fireman thats my name
They call me the fireman
Thats my name
Makin my rounds all over town puttin out all flames
Well everybodyd like to have what Ive got
I can cool em down while theyre smolderin hot
Im the fireman thats my name...burn em up
Ive got fire-engine red t-bird automobile
In a minute or less I can be dressed fit to kill
I work twenty-four on and twenty-four off
When they get too hot, they just give me a call
Im the fireman, thats my name
They call me the fireman, thats my name
Makin my rounds all over town puttin out old flames
Well everybodyd like to have what Ive got
I can cool em down while theyre smolderin hot
Im the fireman, thats my name
They call me the fireman
Thats my name.

song performed by by George Strait
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I'd Back Again the World

She's not like an empress,
And crowned with raven hair,
She is not “pert an’ bonny,”
Nor “winsome, wee, an’ fair.”
But when a man’s in trouble,
And darkest shadows fall,
She’s just a little woman
I’d back against them all.
I’d back against them all,
When friends on rocks are hurled—
Oh, she’s the little woman
I’d back against the world.

She has her little temper
(As all the world can know)
When things are running smoothly,
She sometimes lets it go;
But when the sea is stormy,
And clouds are like a pall,
Oh, she’s the little woman
I’d back against them all.

I’d back against the world,
When darkest shadows fall—
Oh, she’s the little woman
I’d back against them all.

She’s had to stand at business
Till she was fit to drop;
She has to count the pennies
When she goes to the shop.
She has no land or terrace,
Nor money in the bank,
And, save what’s in her ownself,
No influence nor rank.

No influence nor rank
While darker shadows fall—
Oh, she’s a little woman
I’d back against them all.

It will not last for ever,
As old time goes his rounds,
Where now she counts the pennies
She yet shall count the pounds.
And those who laugh to see her,
Or pass her unawares,
Shall stand beside her motor car,
And bow her up the stairs.

And bow her up the stairs,
When foes on rocks are hurled—
For she’s the little woman
I’ll back against the world.

Or may I slave in prisons,
In mental misery,
And no one write a letter,
And no one visit me!
And may I rot with paupers,
A ditch without a stone,
My work be never quoted,
And my grave be never known.

My work be never quoted,
When friends on rocks are hurled—
Ah! she’s a little woman
I’d back against the world.

poem by Henry Lawson
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La Mélinite: Moulin Rouge

Olivier Metra's Waltz of Roses
Sheds in a rhythmic shower
The very petals of the flower;
And all is roses,
The rouge of petals in a shower.

Down the long hall the dance returning
Rounds the full circle, rounds
The perfect rose of lights and sounds,
The rose returning
Into the circle of its rounds.

Alone, apart, one dancer watches
Her mirrored, morbid grace;
Before the mirror, face to face,
Alone she watches
Her morbid, vague, ambiguous grace.

Before the mirror's dance of shadows
She dances in a dream,
And she and they together seem
A dance of shadows;
Alike the shadows of a dream.

The orange-rosy lamps are trembling
Between the robes that turn;
In ruddy flowers of flame that burn
The lights are trembling:
The shadows and the dancers turn.

And, enigmatically smiling,
In the mysterious night,
She dances for her own delight,
A shadow smiling
Back to a shadow in the night.

poem by Arthur Symons
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song performed by by New Edition
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On Friendship

A soul to talk to,
Share secrets;
A soul who walks you
Through life’s stress…

A soul to laugh with,
and to cry;
Someone who makes
your tears go dry...

A soul dependable,
Who consoles;
A soul, you’re proud of,
And who cares…

A soul who’s priceless,
More than wealth;
Someone who keeps you
In good health…

A soul who affords
timely help;
Someone who gives you
right advice…

A soul with mind,
almost like yours’;
Someone who feels
like how you would…

A well-wisher;
A comforter;
A body-part
like your own heart…

A selfless soul,
Who keeps you whole;
A part of life
You dare not part…

And rarely friends too
blunders make;
And make you cry
More than your foes!

Good friends;
Thick friends;
Fine friends;
Best friend…

And that’s what friendship’s
all about;
Friends share your hardships,
joys, no doubt!

poem by John Celes
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For The Friends And Foes

FOR THE FRIENDS AND FOES

FLAMES OF JOY BURNING EVERYWHERE
IN THE MIDDLE OF COLD WINTER
FLOWING IS WARM SPIRIT TO SHARE
MELTING THE TENDER FEELINGS TO CARE

FOR THE FRIENDS FOES AND NEIGHBORS
LIVING AS ONE TOGETHER AND FOREVER
BONDING WITH SWEET SOUNDS OF LAUGHTER
OPENING THE HEARTS TO DIVINE TO SURRENDER

BREEZE OF HAPPINESS BLOWING WITH SNOW
SPRINKLING GOODWILL MAKING IT GROW
ALL OVER MAKING THE WORLD GLOW
IN DIVINE SHADOWS IN PEACEFUL MEADOWS

FOR THE FRIENDS AND FOES AND NEIGHBORS
LIVING AS ONE TOGETHER AND FOREVER
BONDING WITH SWEET SOUNDS OF LAUGHTER
OPENING THE HEARTS TO DIVINE TO SURRENDER

RIVER OF UNDERSTANDING MAKING ITS WAY
IN THE SOULS NIGHT AND DAY
EVEN UNDER THE SKIES OF GRAY
EVERYONE TAKING PRECIOUS TIME TO PRAY

poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Admonition 06

Whoever makes peace with the enemies of his friends greatly injures his friends.

Wash thy hands, O wise man, from a friend
Who is sitting together with thy foes.

poem by Sa di
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Inversnaid

This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.

A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Degged with dew, dappled with dew,
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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Sonnet: As Human Beings, We All Have Problems

Which man on earth is free of all problems?
We earthlings face both happiness and woes;
All can’t be Gold, Diamonds or uncut Gems!
Sad days come to both friends and even foes.

The richest man on earth has problems too,
And spends much time in trying to them solve;
The poorest men on earth have suffered; so
Men can’t their problems on their own resolve.

The secret tool that helps all is prayer!
We ought to pray for ourselves, friends and foes;
The Godless men like rain-less trees wither!
Prayers help men to solve problems and woes.

Pray from your heart to God whenev’r you can;
Alone, you cannot gain Heaven, O Man!

6-9-2001

poem by John Celes
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Friends And Foes

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The Shut-Eye Sentry

Leaving A Place Is Sweet

The Foe Turned Friends

Love is so Strange

Lonely & Alone

The Fireman

I'd Back Again the World

La Mélinite: Moulin Rouge

Old Friends

On Friendship

For The Friends And Foes

Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Admonition 06

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Sonnet: As Human Beings, We All Have Problems

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Related quotes

Friends And Foes

Who are foes?

The Shut-Eye Sentry

Leaving A Place Is Sweet

The Foe Turned Friends

Love is so Strange

Lonely & Alone

The Fireman

I'd Back Again the World

La Mélinite: Moulin Rouge

Old Friends

On Friendship

For The Friends And Foes

Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Admonition 06

Inversnaid

Sonnet: As Human Beings, We All Have Problems

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