A pen--to register; a key--
That winds through secret wards
Are well assigned to Memory
By allegoric Bards.
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A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
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For my poems, my friend Valsa George has a hunger.
She’s over fifty, but, compared to me, she is younger.
She suggested I write about ‘the advantages of being old’.
It’s a challenge, but, Valsa, on this idea you have sold......
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The religious man
may have a questionable retirement plan
However,
his devout faith in God
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What was is ... since 1930;
the boys in my old gang
are senior partners. They start up
bald like baby birds
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O, let me be alone a while,
No human form is nigh.
And may I sing and muse aloud,
No mortal ear is by.
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Persons tend to become arrogant and turn atheist when attain so much wealth and fame. It is natural phenomena and comes with the sudden attainment of unseen wealth. The supreme lord has also kept one stick to correct such people. In normal times when tide is in his favor then everything will go well unexpectedly. Even if you do a wrong thing then also things might turn right for you.
I was allotted with Government waste land on retirement form the armed forces. I had to make lots of efforts to make it cultivable. I employed lots of labourers for the purpose. I use to go daily on site and supervise the work done by them. One day when workers were on the job then suddenly one hunter bee came and sudden struck on my face and made big humming noise. Since workers were from village and knew the behaviors of bees, they suddenly shouted all the people at work to lie down on the ground to escape their attack. I was just back from military service and took affront to such move. Meanwhile hunter bees attacked me with big force and started biting me on the face and all parts of the body.
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O Lord! I have become weary of human assemblages!
When the heart is sad no pleasure in assemblages can be
I seek escape from tumult, my heart desires
The silence which speech may ardently love!
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Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face,
God's foot-stool, and man's dwelling-place.
I ask not why the first Believer
Did love to be a country liver?
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(This poem was recited on the eve of the retirement of our staff Mrs. Bilasini Vijayan on 31st Aug 2009. The poem is self explanatory) .
Upon these dales
We were one feather,
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The end of anything comes rather easy,
Time is not like a clock, time is freaky.
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THE FIRST BOOK
I, WHO erewhile the happy Garden sung
By one man's disobedience lost, now sing
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Sam Small had retired from the Army,
In the old Duke of Wellington's time,
So when present unpleasantness started,
He were what you might call... past his prime.
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Retirement?
Retire man, so what!
’Tis just a natural thing
That many tend to do.
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They lied to me when I was young
(Or perhaps sinned by omission)
Never was there any mention made
Of a body’s loss of commission
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No more of talk where God or Angel guest
With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd,
To sit indulgent, and with him partake
Rural repast; permitting him the while
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Life has no gurantees...
Mind has no boundaries...
Love has no expiry date....
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Science! thou fair effusive ray
From the great source of mental day,
Free, generous, and refin'd!
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From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
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Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose
Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear
At silent noon, and eve, and early morn,
The Sea's faint murmur. In the open air
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Greatness of a person is not measured by riches
Real importance lies in what the heart truly wishes
Accomplishing big things without love is useless
Continuous blessings when wasted become pointless
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To all of my friends
The old with the new
Elderly and young
At Poem Hunter
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PALLAS, attending to the Muse's song,
Approv'd the just resentment of their wrong;
And thus reflects: While tamely I commend
Those who their injur'd deities defend,
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Mute was the marble. Mutely glimmered the glass.
Mute stood the sentries, bronzed by the breeze.
Thin wisps of smoke curled over the coffin.
And breath seeped through the chinks
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Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope
So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric
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My gentle friend! I hold no creed so false
As that which dares to teach that we are born
For battle only, and that in this life
The soul, if it would burn with starlike power,
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THE chiefs were set; the soldiers crown'd the
field:
To these the master of the seven-fold shield
Upstarted fierce: and kindled with disdain.
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While filling the form for a credit card
Against occupation I wrote, am a bard.
The clerk said Madam, your real occupation.
I blurted, heading a small organization.
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In that soft season, when descending show'rs
Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;
When op'ning buds salute the welcome day,
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(PHILADELPHIA, 1794)
NOTE.—The following imaginary dialogue between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, which is not based upon any specific incident in American history, may be supposed to have occurred a few months previous to Hamilton’s retirement from Washington’s Cabinet in 1795 and a few years before the political ingenuities of Burr—who has been characterized, without much exaggeration, as the inventor of American politics—began to be conspicuously formidable to the Federalists. These activities on the part of Burr resulted, as the reader will remember, in the Burr-Jefferson tie for the Presidency in 1800, and finally in the Burr-Hamilton duel at Weehawken in 1804.
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Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,
Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain,
Where smiling spring its earliest visits paid,
And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed:
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VISION 2020: COMBINED VISION OF FOUR GENERATIONS
(This is not a poem, but a thought process)
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Idle youth
Enslaved to everything,
By being too sensitive
I have wasted my life.
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After thirty years the day of decision has come
It is time to consider quitting and reducing stress
You fear you will be bored and have the doldrums
Time to slow the rapid pace and go out for recess.
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Take time to know
The twilight years
Wake early in the morning
Behold glorious sunrise
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Dedicated to the Memory of the Late Countess of Abingdon.
As when some great and gracious monarch dies,
Soft whispers first and mournful rise
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It's said in Indian circles that the years of retirement
are the time when men choose the occupation
of their next life. So I'm sitting here on a fine Sunday
in a quiet London suburb, the very day when the geraniums
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I.
From the dire monument of thy black roome,
Wher now that vestal flame thou dost intombe,
As in the inmost cell of all earths wombe.
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It will not only sour relation
But put big mark of question
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I have some trouble living.
My wife found out
that her friends were
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There's nothing so becomes a man
as a local hardware shop - it expands
the horizons of his home improvement, and
brings harmony to his home life as
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A vezier, who had been removed from his post, entered the circle of dervishes and the blessing of their society took such effect upon him that he became contented in his mind. When the king was again favourably disposed towards him and ordered him to resume his office, he refused and said: "Retirement is better than occupation."
Those who have sat down in the corner of safety
Have bound the teeth of dogs and tongues of men.
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EVEN as a river,--partly (it might seem)
Yielding to old remembrances, and swayed
In part by fear to shape a way direct,
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Cowboy Ron Williams has just posted
a new poem about his cousin,
country singer Don Williams.
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Uplifted spirits, enthusiasm, sweetheart
finally time to enjoy retirement start.
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HE may be envied, who with tranquil breast
Can wander in the wild and woodland scene,
When summer's glowing hands have newly dress'd
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Hail sacred shades! cool, leavy House!
Chaste treasurer of all my vows,
And wealth! on whose soft bosom laid
My love's fair steps I first betrayed:
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Profession has inspired me
rendering services to the clients
on the check up of their health status
made sure that my analysis were correct
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Forget the nine till five
This modern working life
Calls on all hours of the day
And every day of the week
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Retirement rendezvous
There is a member who is new
Who requires some type of rescue!
Looking back at life’s preview
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FROM Nature doth emotion come, and moods
Of calmness equally are Nature's gift:
This is her glory; these two attributes
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-Melius, bunny venerit ipsa, canemus.
-Virg.
Imitation.
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EXULTING BEAUTY,phantom of an hour,
Whose magic spells enchain the heart,
Ah! what avails thy fascinating pow'r,
Thy thrilling smile, thy witching art?
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Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask
Of wine solicits your attention;
And roses fair, to deck your hair,
And things too numerous to mention.
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LONG time have human ignorance and guilt
Detained us, on what spectacles of woe
Compelled to look, and inwardly oppressed
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Niloiya said to Noah, 'What aileth thee,
My master, unto whom is my desire,
The father of my sons?' He answered her,
'Mother of many children, I have heard
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I was one night meditating on the time which had elapsed, repenting of the life I had squandered and perforating the stony mansion of my heart with adamantine tears. 1 I uttered the following verses in conformity with the state of mind:
Every moment a breath of life is spent,
If I consider, not much of it remains.
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When in the crimson cloud of Even,
The lingering light decays,
And Hesper on the front of Heaven
His glittering gem displays!
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LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway,
I mock thy fascinating art,
MINE, be the calm unruffled day,
That brings no torment to the heart;
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Where did all the hippies go
to a Bohemian retirement home
where they play the
''Grateful Dead''
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Dear Becher, you tell me to mix with mankind;
I cannot deny such a precept is wise;
But retirement accords with the tone of my mind:
I will not descend to a world I despise.
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'THERE is a sound the autumn wind doth make
Howling and moaning, listlessly and low:
Methinks that to a heart that ought to break
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THO' dark are the prospects and heavy the hours,
Tho' life is a desert, and cheerless the way;
Yet still shall affection adorn it with flow'rs,
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Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come,
And from the bosom of yon dropping cloud,
While music wakes around, veil'd in a shower
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Retirement's a time we all hope to find,
With no clock to watch except in our mind.
The daily demands of the job that you choose,
Take its toll, and you worry, afraid you will lose
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The frivolous and frothy literature of the day, of
which, alas! the press is so prolific, is exerting a
most baneful influence upon the spiritual life of
many Christian professors.
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Stop me if...
The story is,
The Queen visited our local
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IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring;
As proof, Candaules' story we will bring;
In folly's scenes the king was truly great:
His vassal, Gyges, had from him a bait,
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The castle hight of Indolence,
And its false luxury;
Where for a little time, alas!
We lived right jollily.
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SO here confin'd, and but to female Clay,
ARDELIA's Soul mistook the rightful Way:
Whilst the soft Breeze of Pleasure's tempting Air
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O HAPPY time of youthful lovers (thus
My story may begin) O balmy time,
In which a love-knot on a lady's brow
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I never thought it would happen to me…
so, I wouldn’t have been reading this poem…
but now it seems it has. And now
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*** A DEDICATION TO READERS
OF MY VERSES
I keep surfing the inter-net in search of old and
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Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.
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My 'Showcase' Task & My Requests To Readers
It's not as easy to assemble poems (I like) each month to share with YOU.
I mean it's not as easy as it USED TO BE for me, but I do find a FEW.
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For rural virtues, and for native skies,
I bade Augusta's venal sons farewell;
Now 'mid the trees I see my smoke arise,
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How many do you need to have a party?
For it doesn’t require a crowd.
While the party of one may torment you
In your personal retirement….imprisoned cloud.
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Please see notes BEFORE reading
Those only interested in the second part explanation on differences in female/male thoughtmodes may scroll down to the highlighted couplet below:
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In the month of May 1939, Dr. Einstein,
Addressed a conference on Science and Religion.
The title of his talk was ‘Our Goal"!
He made it very clear in his speech
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Call for amazed thoughts, a wounded sense
And bleeding Hearts at our Intelligence.
Call for that Trump of Death the Mandrakes Groan
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Flower buds sleep,
hiding dreams inside.
Universe rests in grain of pollen.
When dawn touches,
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In all the land our race was once excelling.
In richer regions it e'en now possesses
Broad seats and fruitful; but by fate's hard stresses
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বাবার ৭৪ বছর এখন
অবসরের সময়, সদা প্রার্থনা আর ঘরে অবস্থান
খুঁনসুটি আলাপন জীবন সঙ্গিনীর সাথে
যাঁর বয়সও ৬৪
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I was informed just lately
That I am among those to be called
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RETIREMENT: An acquired belief that failure is impossible.
Investments made early-on, makes dividends more profitable.
Beneath it all, the pride of your labors will show.
Like a harvest moon or a brightly colored rainbow.
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Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.
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Despite the abundant admonitions of the most illustrious Sheikh Abulfaraj Ben Juzi to shun musical entertainments and to prefer solitude and retirement, the budding of my youth overcame me, my sensual desires were excited so that, unable to resist them, I walked some steps contrary to the opinion of my tutor, enjoying myself in musical amusements and convivial meetings. When the advice of my sheikh occurred to my mind, I said:
‘If the qazi were sitting with us, he would clap his hands.
If the muhtasib were bibbing wine, he would excuse a drunkard.’
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He pauses on his way, and gazing back
across the desert ways of splintered steel
recalls the noon, and sees his weary track,
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See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train;
Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme,
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A sun had risen
A few years back,
Had been on a rising
Ever since that.
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There's got to be another poem;
Perhaps a book or two.
I have ideas for writing them
By then I should be through.
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To the Lord Fairfax.
See how the arched Earth does here
Rise in a perfect Hemisphere!
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Oh, son where were you all these years!
I wanted to hear that sweet voice of yours
In this lovely world I missed you for long time
You were not even asking me in prayer times
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“It is time to call of the day”
Let all the professional activities die away
Gradually and slowly to be distanced
As I was offered retirement and silenced
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While with the public, you, my Lord, lament
A friend and father lost; permit the muse,
The muse assigned of old a double theme,
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I always wonder
what they think the niggers are doing
while they, the pink and alabaster pragmatists,
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Hour by hour I sit and muse
in what way my brain to use.
Shall I write or shall I read
for such effort is there need
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Right on the day we enter
Know well that we will quit the center
With the bonus of extended sixty
Well served with grace and plenty
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I had just finished embezzling a hundred grand from my firm.
I’d stopped at a bar for a drink after work, feeling like a worm.
I was an accountant for a Fortune 500 company. They had PLENTY of money,
but, though the cash solved ONE problem, I WASN’T feeling sunny.
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