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Quotes & Poems - Beginnings
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Spring is just around the corner and everywhere we see the return of migratory birds and animals making their new beginnings. As new buds appear on plants, shrubs and trees, and as new leaves unfurl and flowers begin to poke through the earth seeking the sun, let's consider beginnings.
If you would like to participate, then please post your favorite short poems and brief quotes on the subject of beginnings one at a time.
I'll start by posting this one:
The secret to a rich life is to have more beginnings than endings -- Dave Weinbaum
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My libetry stops where other people's liberty begin...I don't know if the translation ( from french) is correct, I am pretty sure it is not^_^-
Thanks for that.
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"There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning." -Louis L'Amour-
Excellent.
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@arifur1
You just demonstrated either your inability to read a lack of respect for the BC forum posting guidelines. I have reported your spammy link drop for removal.
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Growing Old
I'm not afraid of growing old.
For age brings so much grace
There is no beauty more sincere
Than the lines on an aged face
There is no silver more honestly earned
Than the silver in someones hair
No, I'm not afraid of growing old
There is no worry there.
But help me lord to look at things
And watch the sunsets gold
To see the beauty in a tree
Smell the fragrance of a rose
To watch the seasons come and go
To breath their beauty rare
To feel the rain upon my face
The wind blow through my hair.
I want to walk with the children
And think on childish things
Watch the beauty of the first snowfall
See the promises of spring
The joyfulness of Christmas time
The happy thoughts it brings
I never want to let go of
My faith in childish things.
I'm not afraid of growing old
That holds no fear for me
I hope that I can live to be
The last leaf on the tree
Still golden dreams of happy times
Can fill my memories cup
I'm not afraid of growing old
Just of growing up.
By: Thelma Josephine Bowling
My grammy-
That's a lovely poem Shirley. Thanks for posting it.
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No problem nice to hold a copyright of something Lol!
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That is an awesome poem
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A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.- Lao Tzu-
Now we are rocking.
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Start by doing what's necessary;
then do what's possible;
and suddenly you are doing the impossible -- Francis of Assisi-
Awesome quote
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Be not afraid if going slowly,
be afraid of standing still -- Chinese proverb -
Resetting my Nose - ttpanto
I'm ready.
In the thaw of spring, every bud and twig prepares to present its rose.
When wide awake, their first yawn of flowers, sing a chorus of scented songs.
The call goes out, "I am here", from every living cell to every nose.
All through summer they write their Prose, as all who listen, hear and knows.
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In fall, the vanishing yellowing reds of greens reveal the seeds they bred,
And bright proud mushrooms, flambouyant ferns, and loving, caressing moss.
Now rabbit and squirell scurry to shopping the final bargains of summers sale,
And beside subsiding streams, settle, in birthplace groves to sleep in wait.
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On this snowy, icy December day, comes that rare, most treasured smell of all,
As every scent held earthbound waits, to be set free by a rising sun,
Its now that comes the cool crisp smell thats worth our early waking for.
The over-powering, pure sweet smell, of absolutely nothing at all.
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A nasal reset and recalibration in preparation for the next fertle forthcoming.
When sprouts sprout out through sopping sluffs of slurried slush and snow,
Springing spring from silent slumber to the sunny season of new beginnings.
Life Blessed Life. Coming to make scents of winters woeful scents-less-ness.
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And funny, always just in time renews, as if somehow it knows my nose is ready.
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- Thomas T. Panto - Dec 2, 1993-
Thank you for sharing this poem.
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Happiness is greatest when shared.
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I agree
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- What we call the beginning is often the end.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. -- T.S. Eliot -
It is one thing starting a new life in the first flush of omnipotent ambition, when the constellations are laid out in tempting rows, awaiting your pleasure. Another altogether when the breath of discord, disappointment, disillusion has fused through your veins, and discoloured your blood; leaving, in its sooty passage, a black chocked chimney.
But gradually, through sheer stubborn persistence, in the jaws of your unwillingness to move, stale repetition of once-upon-a-time thoughtless motions, forever widening the gap between it and you, in matchstick stages; a fragile pattern emerges, with no foundations, the semblance of a floating name, barely distinguishable in the enveloping mists, and as ephemeral. All your instincts long to crush, to pull down to the ground, to trample on, this skeleton taut, feebly etched in the sky, and as wavering as an infant’s first pothooks. But as often as you do—and my vision was precariously on the verge of submersion—it means starting all over again, from the grinding beginning.
Caitlin Thomas (widow to Dylan Thomas) – Leftover Life to Kill-
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- It is common sense to take a method and try it.
If it fails, admit it frankly and try another.
But above all, try something. -- Franklin D Roosevelt -
Notice that the stiffest tree is the most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind - Japanese saying
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Someone should write an erudite essay on the moral, physical, and aesthetic effect of the Model T Ford on the American nation. Two generations of Americans knew more about the Ford coil than the clitoris, about the planetary system of gears than the solar system of stars. With the model T, part of the concept of private property disappeared. Pliers ceased to be privately owned and a tire pump belonged to the last man who had picked t up. Most of the babies of the period were conceived in model T Fords and not a few were born in them.
The theory of the Anglo Saxon home became so warped that it never quite recovered.
John Steinbeck
Cannery row.-
thanks for you contribution
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- Begin today!
No matter how feeble the light,
Let it shine as best it may.
The world may need just that quality of light which you have.
--Henry C. Blinn -
Kill the last Buddha!
Bury him with the other
lords you’ve rejected.
-Travis Morgan-
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- Each moment -- Don Iannone
Each moment -
A surprise
Unpredictable
Unknowable
But always an experience
An adventure in knowing
Seeing
Being
Letting go
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изысканный бродит жираф. last line of Gumilev's poem called "Giraffe."
rough prosaic translation: are you crying? listen, far away on lake chad, the(/a) refined giraffe strolls. -
Before you insult a man, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, when you insult him, you'll be a mile away, and have his shoes -
hahaha! thanks for this!
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Truth is an abstract reality
and I live on
looking for the birdies. -
Don't play a bit part in your own life; play the starring role.-
- Life is either a daring adventure or nothing -- Helen Keller
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"'I am growing up,' she thought, taking her taper. 'I am losing my illusions, perhaps to acquire new ones.'" - Virginia Woolf's Orlando-
- Most of our obstacles would melt away if, instead of cowering before them, we make up our own minds to walk boldly through them. -- Orison Swett Marden
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winter wails more softly now
life stirs beneath the snow
Tulips streatch to reach the sun
they will be first to show
old maple saps begin to run
with the warming sun of spring
the apple trees are budding now
on a branch a Robin sings
the creek is running cold n fast
to move the melting snow
in the distance the sound of a whiporwill
as it bids the wind to go
the sounds of life are everywhere
warm breezes whisper "spring"
the magic in a seasons change
gives joy to everything. A.L.R.
by ssnuffy to timethief-
Thank you
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I took to lying on the long grass. Cushioned by the mattress of green beneath. The breeze takes command forcing the trees to talk. The voice of the leaves is somewhat muffled as though limp with mild dehydration. Perhaps, it was their whisper. With the occasional gusts, the branches reveal their age as they creak and groan with every stretching movement. The smell of dust is noticeable providing only a hint of fragrance. Green canvases the view and the smell.
Seagulls fly overhead. Their entrance is loud and intrusive lacking the need for introduction. The grey outline on their wings edge glowed to a florescent white as the sun radiated its intensity from above.
The city line is visible as it is just across the river. Details in the construction are notable. The element of water provides for a perfect barrier. A community tucked away and somewhat protected by an invisible wing of shelter.
The community’s age is revealed by the large trees. There are signs of change occurring but growth is limited by the water’s edge. Many of the houses are deteriorating due to century old construction. An area that is less transient since most of the people own their properties. The location stands still but is not stagnant. Perhaps another sense of comfort.
The quietness of the country felt with convenience at a short distance. A canopy of green provides shelter from the elements. Birds and squirrels are abundant as the trees provide them with their home. The occasional train roars by forcing the mind back into reality.
I am a city dweller with a country heart. In a location that provides a compromise allowing for tolerance. An afternoon delight absorbed providing a new appreciation and perhaps a new beginning.-
Thank you that was a wonderful read.
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Thanks TT. I wrote that while laying out on the grass one sunny day.
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I &hearts it.
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The small things in life provide me with the most joy...a therapeutic nurturing of the soul to yield a fresh outlook and new beginning.
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- So let us begin anew — remembering on both sides that civility is not a sign of weakness, and sincerity is always subject to proof. Let us never negotiate out of fear, but let us never fear to negotiate.
Let both sides explore what problems unite us instead of belaboring those problems which divide us. -- John F. Kennedy, 1961 -
As if a malfunction occurred and thoughts that should have been sorted,
enter into a sea of trailing threads which my mind has absently aborted.
You forget past days as they slip by like sewing slipping thread,
each stitch you sew imprints the present,
while the rest unravel and fade.
You try to rememver week old faces,
but they all fade into the grey.
Memories never meant to blur,
shift like shedding tears and fade.
thats a poem i made, but my favorite poem is Derek Walcott,
Things do not explode,
they fail, they fade,
as sunlight fades from the flesh,
as the foam drains quick in the sand,
even love's lightning flash
has no thunderous end.
it dies with the sound
of flowers fading like the flesh
from sweating pumice stone,
everything shapes this
till we are left
with the silence that surrounds Beethoven's head.-
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Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky...
T,S. Eliot
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock-
Good one
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"To fear is one thing. To let fear grab you by the tail and swing you around is another." - katherine Paterson
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That's an awesome quote.
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- Whatever you do, or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius and power and magic in it.
-- Johann Wolfgang Van Goethe -
Little by little, one travels far.
J. R. R. Tolkien-
Brief and so very true - thanks.
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- We have only this moment,
sparkling like a star in our hand
and melting like a snowflake. -- Marie B. Ray -
Trust I seek and I find in you
everyday for us something new
open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters
From the song nothing else matters by Metallica
Mama she has taught me well
Told me when I was young
Son your life's an open book
Don't close it before it's done
The brightest flame burns quickest
Is what I heard her say
A son's heart's owned to mother
But I must find my way
From the song "mama said" also by metallica-
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- I'm sure you have been advised at one time or another that the key to success is to "watch the crowd". I think that successful people should definitely watch the crowd. But I hasten to add those prognosticators who urge us to watch the crowd only have it half right. You certainly should watch the crowd, study what they do, see what direction they are headed in and then - go in the other direction.
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Spring
Nothing is so beautiful as spring—
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.
by Gerard Manley Hopkins-
Thanks again
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In the billions of years,
Among the billions of galaxies,
Among the billions of stars,
One moment ago...
One creature,
Invented a wheel, fire and ball.
The creature then stood up tall,
Proclaimed, "Now I know it all !".
Then he was gone. -
Life is Now and Then
I Fades that Day.
You may not know,
I will fly to the There -
- There are only two kinds of adventurers;
those who go truly hoping to find adventure
and those who go secretly hoping they won't.
-- William Trogdon
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