To Frank Dodd
Since four decades you've been to me
Both Guide and Friend,
I fondly hope you'll always be,
Right to the end;
And though my rhymes you rarely scan
(Oh, small the blame!)
I joy that on this Page I can
Inscribe your name.
poem by Robert William Service
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Related quotes
The Freeview User Manual
Blah, blah, blah, blah... Batteries in.
Switch on... Scan for Freeview channels...
No channels found. Plug in aerial.
Scan for Freeview channels again...
Found 3 channels. Are you kidding me?
Page 12. Try a signal booster...
Later that afternoon...
Another £20 that's cost me!
Plug in aerial. Find a spare cable.
Fit cable to Freeview box...
Scan again... Channels in the wrong order.
Page 13. Top of page: Delete channels.
Page 13. Try manual scan...
Finally...100 channels.
Later that evening...
30 channels disappeared. Flipping thing!
Remove aerial. Autoscan. No channels.
Reconnect aerial. Pause for some whiskey...
Rescan channels. Ah... Click Save channels!
Check EPG. What's the EPG?
Page 205. Technical Terms Explained.
Later the next morning...
Page 16. How to record a programme...
OK, why's the first 5 minutes not there?
Page 17. Missing segments in recordings?
Page 18. Using Timeshift rewind playback.
Press rewind button and again, again and again.
Pause at chosen start point for manual recording.
Press record then start button.
Fast forward to end of programme...
Rewind to end of programme...
Fast forward to end of programme...
Press record and stop button.
Where's the stop button?
Page 4. Remote control buttons guide.
Press the stop button...
Later that afternoon... in the shop...
Hi, I've brought this Freeview thing back.
What's wrong with it, mate?
It's flipping driving me m.m.mental!
Denis Martindale, copyright February 2011.
poem by Denis Martindale
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My Friend and My Guide
Companion, friend and a guide
Be my friend and a guide
In my troubles guide me
Through the troubled times hold my hand tightly
By saying to me that things are going to be okay.
I would like it so much if you would forever love me by being a friend
We are honest that our bond is pure and true
Friendship it is, which I want forever to be
My friend and my guide, you are.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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What Could It Be?
At birth it is a rather small
and barely visible at all
identifier for the folks
and butt at times for silly jokes.
It grows, of course, in later years
and on occasion it appears
that it will stand up to attention
though few will point to it or mention
this feat of physiology
some girls do ask 'how can this be? '
The decades take their deadly toll
and if you were to have a poll
you'd keep the size of middle years
because, that's when those little gears
still function freely, cog on cog
and rarely get into a bog.
It's funny, says the narrative
that what starts small can grow so stiff
only to shrink to tiny size.
It must be said that God was wise.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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The Ballade of the Incompetent Ballade-Monger
I am not ambitious at all:
I am not a poet, I know
(Though I do love to see a mere scrawl
To order and symmetry grow).
My muse is uncertain and slow,
I am not expert with my tools,
I lack the poetic argot:
But I hope I have kept to the rules.
When your brain is undoubtedly small,
'Tis hard, sir, to write in a row,
Some five or six rhymes to Nepaul,
And more than a dozen to Joe:
The metre is easier though,
Three rhymes are sufficient for 'ghouls,'
My lines are deficient in go,
But I hope I have kept to the rules.
Unable to fly let me crawl,
Your patronage kindly bestow:
I am not the author of Saul,
I am not Voltaire or Rousseau:
I am not desirous, oh no!
To rise from the ranks of the fools,
To shine with Gosse, Dobson and Co.:
But I hope I have kept to the rules.
Dear Sir, though my language is low,
Let me dip in Pierian pools:
My verses are only so so,
But I hope I have kept to the rules.
poem by James Kenneth Stephen
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Self Portrait
My friend, leave before you fall into my trap
My friend, I’m not what I pretend to be
My friend, I’ll only scar you
My friend, you chose the wrong fiend to befriend
My friend, I backstab all who trust me
My friend, I lie to all who speak so fondly of my deeds
My friend, I’ll bring nothing more than trouble to your doorstep
My friend, I’ll never be there when you call
My friend, I’m addicted to this way of life
My friend, I only care for things that add to my pathetic ruin
My friend, I don’t care for anybody but myself
My friend, I’m what your mother said a devil might turn out to be
My friend, I’m not proud of all of this
My friend, I’m simply honest and indiscreet
My friend, I’m losing but I’m happy and relaxed
My friend, I think you should stick around for another night and try your luck
poem by Dmitriy Kokarev
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My hopes for you
I hope they understand you cause I felt they never understood me
hope they treat you well cause I felt they always did the things that made my temper swell.
Hope you don’t get distracted from the presences of the lord as there I really hope my soul to dwell
hope your life is not touched by the wrong people and if any attempt I will be there to guide you like a shell
hope when you grow up you would speak positive and the truth you would always tell
hope when you become a gentle man at your woman you wouldn't have to yell
I hope the best for you, I hope that you and I wont just be the father and child but best of friend too, unlike I and my father we would also build a friendship that would keep us close as if we we’re stock by glue.
poem by Jeffrey Omarino
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Be Prepared With a Reason
Be prepared in and out of season, to give all men a heartfelt reason,
For all the peace you have within, through the hope you have in Him.
The Hope we have in Jesus Christ, the sure hope of an Eternal Life,
An Eternal Life with Christ our Lord, in Heaven with Him forevermore.
We must point all men to the cross, that place of comfort for the lost,
Where Christ had died for all of us, where all believers put their trust.
Friend, our trust is in The Sacrifice, of God’s Only Son, Jesus Christ,
The Sinless Lamb for sinful men, The Lord who died for all my friend.
Christ gives to believers a New Birth, while we’re still upon this earth,
Upon the moment that we believed, The Holy Spirit we then received.
The Spirit was sent by Jesus Christ, for guiding us in this present life,
To guide us through all the years, until that day when Christ appears.
Friend, all our hope is found in Him, The One who died for all our sin,
And this hope we have my friend, unlike life on earth, shall never end.
When Christ died and rose again, He secured eternal life for all men,
And very soon Believers shall rise, to meet our Lord above the skies.
Friend, our Hope is really a guarantee, that we shall live for Eternity,
The Hope in what we can not see, through Christ will become reality.
And this Hope is for all my friend, for life on this earth is not the end,
Today put your hope in Jesus Christ, and you will inherit Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©01/2006)
Fair Thee Well Without Teachers?
ridicule the teachers
gifted teachers with passion heart
society blame teachers
blame teachers for problems
politicians poverty laziness created
blame teachers decades past
for all your problems today
ever heard of night school
upskilling retraining effort
take no guilt no responsibility
blame teachers for problems
fair thee well without teachers?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In the Lead
My pencil’s charged with poetry.
It can write verses fluidly
and inscribe them on the sheet
in rhyme and perfect metric feet.
It’s such a simple artefact
but filled with magic that’s a fact.
A pristine page is quite enough
to make my pencil do it’s stuff.
My pad, my pencil and my muse
can’t see a challenge and refuse
A blank page they can’t bear to see.
That why I’m writing poetry
I have a pad I have a pen
which forces me to write again.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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So Young
In the misery dictionary
Page after page after page
In the misery dictionary
Page after page
Where theres life theres gotta be hope
And where theres a will theres a way
One mans in is anothers out
I gotta get out today
Where theres life theres gotta be hope
And where theres a will theres a way
Amid divisions youre so low
You know I gotta get out today
In the misery dictionary
Page after page after page
In the misery dictionary
Page after page
And where theres a will theres a way
song performed by by Stone Roses
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My Friend...
Hatred filled me up
Lost! ...Give me a map
Seen a friend I named HOPE
Though my friend does not dope
My friend's always up high
I always keep an eye
My friend is tough
My friend doesn't cough
My friend can't laugh
Everytime i see my friend
I can see the solution for my problem to end
Smile i could send
My friend is the only one i want to hang
My friend is not a snake, My friend don't have a fang
My friend soon, I will hang to you
NO my friend, not when i'm blue
It'll be when i get so bored w/ happiness
As well as with loneliness
When i'm plainly who i am
and everyhting seems calm
My friend, it wil be so soon
and i will be your own
my friend hope,
who doesn't dope
but my friend is a special ROPE.
poem by Aez NewHeller
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Just to Hard
Being your friend is hard
Being your friend is wonderful
Being your friend is painful
Being your friend...
I am grateful I met you
I am grateful that we are still friends
Believe me...
I am
But I am having trouble
I am having inner conflict
I am at war with my own heart
I look at you
And see a friend
But my heart sees more
It sees so much more
How do I separate the two..
Loving you as a friend
Loving you as more
I want to love you as a friend
I need to...
Cause much more
It will never be
You will never be mine
I don’t blame you
I blame...
Being your friend is so hard....
poem by Lizelle 'Leasel' Martins
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It was called the Reclaim Guide. It was just a general protest guide that went over security culture and stuff like that. A small portion of that guide dealt with explosives information.
quote by Sherman Austin
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Ode to a Blank Page
Ode to a blank page
It’s blue seemingly thin lines flying across the page
Each producing a small space to place your thoughts on
Next lies the taunting red margin
Baring how sparsely you’ve done
You can strike the page with a single blow
Leaving a mark that did no good
Ode to a blank page
Why do you stare?
Taunting and shrieking in my ear
Emptiness fills the page
The blanks intimidate even the strong
How strong it is
To give a cut even to the toughest skin
Ode to a blank page
You know I’m jealous
How I despise all your characteristics
poem by Rachele ...duhh
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Seek The Lord
Friend, if you seek to understand, you will know The Son of Man.
If you search with all your heart, Christ will guide you at the start.
Christ will give you eyes to see, that shall help your heart believe.
You will see Him throughout the day, as He leads you all the way.
The Lord is on the written page, and is read by men of every age.
He is the Living Word of God, and He will guide you with His rod.
Friend, if you seek The Lord above, He will fill you with His Love.
With His love He gives a peace, along the way that will not cease.
And in The Lord you can depend, He wants to be to you, a friend.
If you seek to find Him friend, He shall lead you to a glorious end.
On the cross He did His part, to change your mind and your heart.
Friend, now the rest is up to you, for Jesus did what He had to do.
Seek Christ in the written Word, to confirm what you have heard.
Friend, if you truly seek The Lord, your effort shall not be ignored.
For your eyes will be opened to, everything God has done for you.
The Lord’s promises you will see, are good through all of Eternity.
Seek Him while He can be found, and you will be on solid ground.
Seeking will lead you to believe, then Jesus Christ you will receive.
And your search for The Lord, will reap for you an Eternal Reward.
For all who do seek Jesus Christ, receive through faith Eternal Life.
To My Dear Friend…
Dear friend, I like you very much
Because you give a soothing touch
By words, that lifts my mind and heart,
And helps me do my work with art!
To find good friends these days is rare,
And those who like and love and care,
And those who experiences share,
And goad others to do and dare!
You are my friend who's good indeed:
Who labours hard without some greed;
Who gives me useful tips and leads
To help me pluck out life's thorns/ weeds!
You are one man who looks so great
In world unclean, with clean a slate:
Who I have found rarely till date,
Who I can consider top-rate!
Thank you, dear friend for all you've done,
And interest in me, you have shown,
And boosted my spirits run down,
And cheering me up when alone!
God bless you amply for your ways;
God grant you happiness all days;
God keep you safe aright always;
God give you laughing, smiling face!
Fondly dedicated to my dear friend at IRT, Chennai
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-6-2012
poem by John Celes
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Friendly Hopes
I hope
That a friend in need
Is always a friend indeed.
I hope
That the sky stays blue
And my friends always
Remain the same ones I would know.
I hope
That this earth is still round
And I’ll anywhere be found.
I hope
That my dreams are so clear
And when I wake up,
My eyes have no tear.
I hope
That your hand is in mine
And with love there passes
So much time.
I hope
That I’ll survive,
A broken heart there will be
In no time;
But I have to hope,
I am just to hope:
Hope, hope, hope
And the never ending hopes –
I am having to confirm!
{18/10/2006}
poem by Istiqur Rahman
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With no words
Nicely missed page with no words
No imprints but waiting order from lords
Soon something may be out to adore
Lot many unsaid things to adore
This is how page is filled
Sprit is revived and not killed
Many may catch it as inspiring zeal
Many may think it not fiction but real
Word may not remain as words
It will be sharp weapon like sword
May cut through many sweet hearts
Provide healing touch at the start
Such is power and strength
Words to fill and create the length
A surface to write and inscribe
If so worth to describe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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So Young
In the misery dictionary
Page after page after page
In the misery dictionary
Page after page
Where there's life there's gotta be hope
And where there's a will there's a way
One man's in is another's out
I gotta get out today
Where there's life there's gotta be hope
And where there's a will there's a way
Amid divisions you're so low
You know I gotta get out today
In the misery dictionary
Page after page after page
In the misery dictionary
Page after page
And where there's a will there's a way
song performed by by The Stone Roses from Garage Flower
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To Whom This May Concern
You trying to be my best friend...
Again?
Emailing me information,
I don't need.
Or attempting to feed my curiousity?
After not hearing from you...
In decades it seems.
Did I 'assume' you kicked me to the curb?
Or were your words...
'I don't want to have nuthin to do with you,
'EVER! '
Hit a nerve?
You trying to be my best friend...
Again?
When I remembered the last call I made to you,
You pretended not to know me.
Or my name.
Changing your voice!
And claiming...
I had called a wrong number.
I've got 'your' number!
I'll consider responding to your email...
Addressed to,
To Whom This May Concern.
You trying to be my best friend...
Again?
Emailing me information,
I don't need.
Or attempting to feed my curiousity?
After not hearing from you...
In decades it seems.
And you 'had' to have done some research.
Since I no longer use,
Blast O' Fantasticness@kissmyaspirations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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