Brutus: There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
line from The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, Act IV, Scene 3, script by William Shakespeare (1599)
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There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
quote by William Shakespeare
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Nel Mezzo Del Cammin - 1909 - after Dante Inferno
With glass half-full, half-empty questions put
outweigh the answers touching mind or heart,
whether silver spoon boon born, on foot,
each must make peace before release may start.
Who clearly sees through dark glass, darker wood,
would doubtless doubt's dark [t]errors deep repeat,
though hindsight mutters 'should things change, I could! '
Time turns to mock those causal locks would cheat.
More than life's ending, status symbol clash,
despite cards held is how the game is played,
what boots haste win through bluff unthinking, brash,
it loss waste follows, squandered luck displayed.
Can compromise for ethics compensate
when all is said and done upon due date?
With only faith to guide one through d[r]ead door
all outlooks hang uncertainly, life's trip
need not require that there be 'something more'
for all important's life before unzip.
Dawn rose, rose bloomed, before fate's date of birth,
lie still returns to berth will still remains,
while through life's dream theme round horizon's girth
all is in all, pride, fall, ride high, sigh, wanes.
All doors perception senses should be tried,
fears swept aside, have fun along the Way,
faith seems pale wraith when logic is applied
to sojourn's play, what need remains to pray?
From past to future there's a quantum leap,
why care? Joys share, and then prepare to sleep.
'There is a tide in the affairs of men
which taken at the flood' to fortune leads,
omitted all the voyage that they pen
is bound in shallows, fresh misfortunes feeds.
Yet right and wrong, long, short, like yang and yin,
stay sides of one soul's coin, life's fingerprint
expressed, impressed upon life's press, begin
and end bend through one straight and narrow sprint.
Track lost no cost incurs when path is found
through loss of self which self soon rediscovers
through new tack where attack proves fruitless ground,
is grounded till bright insight Way recovers.
'Nel mezzo del cammin' each trip appears
however short the day or long the years.
Dante Inferno
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi retrovai per una selva oscura,
che la diritta via era smarrita.
In the middle of the journey of our life
I found myself in a dark wood,
for the straight way was lost.
(7 September 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Tides of Life
As the tides of life ebb and flow, you dear friend, may never know,
What the tides will bring your way, as they change from day to day.
This life and all its uncertainty, can change the path of you and me,
And as we journey upon life’s tide, we need an anchor by our side.
You need an anchor in your heart, for your soul that will not depart,
An anchor for every single tide, that keeps you secure deep inside.
Life’s tides can become high or low, no matter where in life you go,
This life can even bring a drought, filling a heart with fears or doubt.
Even when life brings a high tide, one needs to have an inner guide,
One guide to lead you from above, should the tide become a flood.
Friend, during any flood in your life, you can rely upon Jesus Christ,
Who calmed the wind and the sea, can calm a heart for you and me.
He can save you from all harms, taking you in His everlasting arms,
As God places both you and me, upon Christ, The Rock of Eternity.
The Rock that anyone can know, wherever the tides of life may flow,
As it is The Lord’s amazing Grace, that reaches down to every place.
God will save you from life’s flood, through the power of the blood,
Shed for all nations by Jesus Christ, to purchase for all Eternal Life.
And it is that tide from Calvary, which reaches men like you and me,
So that we can live forevermore, upon Christ’s golden Eternal shore.
(Copyright ©07/2007)
Wait for Fortune
Fortune answers no calls, nor waits for calls,
Enters at will and, like death, times its strike.
Woes and miseries, like thieves, would escape
If fortune arrives, which is not certain.
11.03.2009
‘All other doubts, by time, let them be clear’d;
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer’d.’
W. Shakespeare: Cymbeline IV, iii
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There But For The Grace Of God
An anthem to the human condition
Lead vocal: john miles
What kind of madness rule the world today
What earthly reason holding sway
There is no heaven at all
For some may weep
And some may sleep
While some may rise
And some may fall
No one is an island
No one born alone
No man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
Though some may dare to try
Say there but for the grace of God go you my friend
Say there but for the grace of God go i
Go i
And so we live in lives of fantasy
And dream of dreams that hold the key
And we follow like sheep
We thread the path
That leads to thee
We seek the soul that is not ours to keep
No one is an island
No one born alone
No man can turn the tide of fortune on his own
Though some may dare to try
Say there but for the grace of God go you my friend
Say there but for the grace of God go i
Go i
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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The Time Amazed and Dumbfound
The exact time, when heart and brain shall connect
And cut down all other communications
That leads to feel soul and body separately
With tears roll and happiness overflow
The perfect time, when stones can be melt to snow
Flood to flower, threat to treat, desert to daffodils.
That leads to stop thinking about tough times
With extend lips and glowing eyes.
The wonderful time, when my dad saw me with trophy
Giving it a gentle rub and tender touch.
That leads me to fly and to try more
With proud look and photo - lovely took
The breathtaking time, when my child got prize
My focal point towards her future rise
That leads to a change in my life style
With confident look and photo - gorgeously took
The spectacular time, when my son called me 'mum'
My world's is filled with indescribable pleasure
That leads to shape me in extraordinary dimension
With cloudy mood and frequency understood
The striking time, when my husband near lemon tree
Gave his first look with the pink shirt
That leads to carve his picture in heart
As a medicine for every wound and consolation bound
But all the time is same
So register your name
Love not only the fame
Work with a tame
poem by JothiLakshmi Kannan
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Et tuo...Brutus
et tuo Brutus, my life has been with you
i always stand for you, when ever your in the dark
the dried tears that fall in your cheek, i do remember
that you need me though you did not ask for it. I know
that i've been too honest of what is deep inside of me. thats
because. you are with me every time i am awake,
many time in the past, the joy that we use to do, rekindle in my
soul, a moment where you're one with me. yes! its true that those
are just a passing sense in our eyes. but remember that we always
cease the wind though those thought are just a simple dream of pain the past to mesmerize
loving you is what my heart live, a splendor of the essence of who you are to me. i do love you, even in a time you became Brutus in the solitude of needs that my heart whisper. i too have lapses to take, yet it became the stimulus to make changes in life to take this simple Caesar to stand amidst this chaotic world. let me die in your bosom heart, for you i lay down my life to live... i love you Brutus in my heart.
i love you, a love that no other man i ever shared. today in my repose, would only meant to know you that beyond this moment, is a time to remember that you live in me forever....Brutus
...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Life's a voyage that's homeward bound.
quote by Herman Melville
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Who is always prying into other men's affairs, leads a dangerous life.
Antony: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious,
And Brutus is an honorable man.
line from The Tragedy of Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Sad State Of Affairs
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you start to loose your friends
No one there to show they care
You even miss them driving you round the bend
It’s a sad state of affairs
When your ego is your compadre
He whispers in your ear 'you’re right and fair
You don’t need them, pay attention to what I say'
It’s a sad state of affairs
To know your smarter then those around you
What’s the point me going to your lair?
You speak nonsense but to you it sounds true
It’s a sad state of affairs
To have nothing going on in your life
Inside you’re dying to get up off the chair
But lack of motivation is your new strife
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you can’t even pay your bills
But to be honest do you even care?
Give me alcohol, shrooms and more pills
It’s a sad state of affairs
To not remember the years growing up
Except the fights between your family and your frère
Makes you think 'I could jump into that slowing truck'
It’s a sad state of affairs
When your writing is what you confide in
Teenage angst mixed with an adults raging stare
On this mountain of life I see people climbing
It’s a sad state of affairs
When you realise you’re the one slipping and sliding
poem by Kaspa Richards
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The depth counts
The cut on Julius Caesar was the unkindest
Not that Brutus made the wound deepest
But that Brutus was his most trusted man.
Sorrow of our parting is the cruelest
Not that our relation is the lengthiest
But that you had become my dearest.
04.08.2000, Paralakhemundi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Wishing-Caps
Life's all getting and giving,
I've only myself to give.
What shall I do for a living?
I've only one life to live.
End it? I'll not find another.
Spend it? But how shall I best?
Sure the wise plan is to live like a man
And Luck may look after the rest!
Largesse! Largesse, Fortune!
Give or hold at your will.
If I've no care for Fortune,
Fortune must follow me still.
Bad Luck, she is never a lady
But the commonest wench on the street,
Shuffling, shabby and shady,
Shameless to pass or meet.
Walk with her once--it's a weakness!
Talk to her twice. It's a crime!
Thrust her away when she gives you "good day"
And the besom won't board you next time.
Largesse! Largesse, Fortune!
What is Your Ladyship's mood?
If I have no care for Fortune,
My Fortune is bound to be good!
Good Luck she is never a lady
But the cursedest quean alive!
Tricksy, wincing and jady,
Kittle to lead or drive.
Greet her--she's hailing a stranger!
Meet her--she's busking to leave.
Let her alone for a shrew to the bone,
And the hussy comes plucking your sleeve!
Largesse! Largesse, Fortune!
I'll neither follow nor flee.
If I don't run after Fortune,
Fortune must run after me!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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The Blackwater In Flood
The Boggeragh hills white in January snow
In ancient Duhallow where the Blackwater flow
Through that old flat countryside by Derrinagree
On it's way through North Cork on it's way to the sea.
The Blackwater in flood it has a mighty roar
As it rumbles along to the Atlantic shore
It floods across the land like a great inland tide
And in water covers the fields of it's banks either side.
The Blackwater in flood is amazing to see
Awe inspiring that's how it did seem to me
As it rages through Dromtarriffe in flood waters of brown
Through the flat countryside on towards old Mallow Town.
The Blackwater in flood it inspires awe and fear
When it bursts it's banks tis not safe to go near
Swollen by heavy rains and the melting of snow
To human or beast mercy it does not show.
Memories of cold January of frost, snow, Wind and rain
And of the Blackwater in flood with me does remain
It submerges the fields like a great inland tide
As it rages it's way through the old countryside.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Furnace To The Flood
From the fiery furnace of life, we’re delivered by Jesus Christ.
When those fiery flames appear, our Lord God is always near,
There to lift us above that flame, all in the Power of His Name,
Protecting all of us from each fire, is our Lord’s heart’s desire.
As The Lord so desires to purify, in life’s fires, both you and I,
From a life of unrighteousness, fires allow iniquities to surface,
As we’re cleansed of old dross, In Christ’s power of The Cross,
To live for God and Jesus Christ, in our life as a living sacrifice.
When overwhelmed by a flood, we’re reminded of God’s Blood,
The Lord’s power at Calvary, continues in the life of you and me,
From the flood’s billowing waves, God reaches down and saves,
Saving us from the floods of life, is The Shepherd, Jesus Christ.
It is The Lord’s sustaining power, through any flood, any shower,
When the rains of life begin to pour, our Lord helps us to endure,
Holding us above the water’s flow, Christ desires to help us grow,
Through His Spirit dwelling inside, He’s with us in the highest tide.
Fires and floods, when they come, wherever in life, they are from,
Are used by God in this life, to conform believers to Jesus Christ,
Within the fire and the flood, we are molded by our Lord and God,
Being refined in the Image of Christ, to display The Lord in our life.
The river flows at its own sweet will, but the flood is bound in the two banks. If it were not thus bound, its freedom would be wasted.
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Both Brutus and Hamlet are highly intellectual by nature and reflective by habit. Both may even be called, in a popular sense, philosophic; Brutus may be called so in a stricter sense.
quote by Andrew Coyle Bradley
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Sam Hookey
I ran away from home with the circus,
Having fallen in love with Mademoiselle Estralada,
The lion tamer.
One time, having starved the lions
For more than a day,
I entered the cage and began to beat Brutus
And Leo and Gypsy.
Whereupon Brutus sprang upon me,
And killed me.
On entering these regions
I met a shadow who cursed me,
And said it served me right....
It was Robespierre!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Journey Home
The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.
My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said `Here art thou!'
The question and the cry `Oh, where?' melt into tears of a thousand
streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!'
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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In the divine Scriptures, there are shallows and there are deeps; shallows where the lamb may wade, and deeps where the elephant may swim.