Category Archives: DESTINY

Behold the wonders of the sky What secrets lie within It watches us along the way As each journey we begin. Kismet

http://gigi2.hubpages.com/hub/A-poem-Kismet

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“It doesn’t have to be on Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn’t have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn’t have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third date.
It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirit.
It just has to be.”

― David Levithan

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Breac à linne, slat à coille is fiadh à fìreach – mèirle às nach do ghabh gàidheal riamh nàire. A fish from the river, a staff from the wood and a deer from the mountain – thefts no Gael was ever ashamed of.

http://www.hp.europe.de/kd-europtravel/gaelic/proverb.htm

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THE DEER

by Helen Mort

The deer my mother swears to God we never saw,
the ones who stepped between the trees
on pound-coin coloured hooves,
I brought them up each teatime in the holidays

and they were brighter every time I did;
more supple than the otters that we waited for
at Ullapool, more graceful than the kingfisher
that darned the river south of Rannoch Moor.

Then five years on, in the same house, I rose
for water in the middle of the night and watched
my mother at the window, looking out
to where the forest lapped the garden’s edge.

From where she stood, I saw them stealing
through the pines, and they must have been closer
than before, because I have no memory
of those fish-bone ribs, that ragged fur

their eyes, like hers, that flickered back
towards whatever followed them.

Winner of the Cafe Writers Open Poetry Competition 2009, Norwich

 

http://polyolbion.blogspot.com.au/2013/01/poetry-and-plagiarism.html

A window of opportunity won’t open itself. Dave Weinbaum

http://www.californiaindianeducation.org/inspire/world/

WINDOWS IN AUCHENSHUGGLE

Jill Jones

http://www.jilljones.com.au/poems.html

in the distance on the verandah

having said yes too many times and become loaded,
i believe you, “all doors lead to busy rooms”,
the darkness can roll in while you’re not looking
so that afternoon sprouts night outside your window
when you were turned away by talk and didn’t notice,
they say you can’t predict the tide accurately,
or turn back the future, but the telephone is continuous,
suddenly it occurs to me
that i have moved from being just a prisoner
to a more debatable shadowland
within which i am circling but not holding
or closing

from The Mask and the Jagged Star

One love, one heart, one destiny.”

― Bob Marley

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Lying Down In My Hotel Room,
Thinking About The Day

I have spent too long
telling the world the world is the world
and poetry is made of language.
Today on the Bedford platform, I began
the great poem: weeping openly on the public
telephone—the way some were staring
as they swirled past, the way some
weren’t—yes: it was truth
at last.

—Jan Zwicky

http://www.australianpoetry.org/2013/10/09/the-draw-of-the-heart-to-the-flame/

 

You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.

James Allen

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As Days Unroll

Some days will drip in slow descent
along the creases of our skin;
they leave our inspiration clogged,
the texture of our labors thin.

Some days will coil with cobra-stealth,
attack when we are least prepared;
we cannot walk unscathed and yet
survival’s sweet – for we have dared!

Some days erect their wired barbs;
we struggle, bleed, admit we failed.
(And foolishly withdraw in shame –
as though our virtue was impaled.)

But ah, the days that string their pearls
across our shoulders, warmly rest
their sundrop auras…these we clasp
in awe, aware that we are blest.

© Laryalee Fraser

http://laryalee.webs.com/creek/A/days.htm

You call it madness, but I call it love.

Don Byas

 

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“Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

I was the shyest human ever invented, but I had a lion inside me that wouldn’t shut up!

Ingrid Bergman

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In 1986 the science fiction magazine Analog published a variant that included an antelope instead of a gazelle. In addition, the introduction of a human character shifted the focus of the proverb [RCLA]:

A lion wakes up each morning thinking, “All I’ve got to do today is run faster than the slowest antelope.”

An antelope wakes up thinking, “All I’ve got to do today is run faster than the fastest lion.”

A human wakes up thinking, “To hell with who’s fastest, I’ll outlast the bastards.”

http://quoteinvestigator.com/2011/08/05/lion-gazelle/

Maybe strength wasn’t decided by what you could do but, by what you could do without.”

― Lindy Zart, Take Care, Sara

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“Our character…is an omen of our destiny, and the more integrity we have and keep, the simpler and nobler that destiny is likely to be.”

George Santayana (1863-1952);

Toll the Great Bell Once! Pull the Lever forward to engage the Piston and Pump… Toll the Great Bell Twice! With push of Button fire the Engine And spark Turbine into life… Toll the Great Bell Thrice! Sing Praise to the God of All Machines –

http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Quotes_Adeptus_Mechanicus#.Ub_Gi86Le1E

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Hear the sledges with the bells –
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells –
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

II

Hear the mellow wedding bells –
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! –
From the molten – golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle – dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! – how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells –
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells –
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

III

Hear the loud alarum bells –
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now – now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale – faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells –
Of the bells –
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells –
In the clamor and the clanging of the bells!

IV

Hear the tolling of the bells –
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people – ah, the people –
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone –
They are neither man nor woman –
They are neither brute nor human –
They are Ghouls: –
And their king it is who tolls: –
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells: –
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells –
Of the bells, bells, bells: –
To the sobbing of the bells: –
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells –
Of the bells, bells, bells –
To the tolling of the bells –
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells, –
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells. ”
― Edgar Allan Poe

The roads we take are more important than the goals we announce. Decisions determine destiny.

Frederick Speakman

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“All courses of action are risky, so prudence is not in avoiding danger (it’s impossible), but calculating risk and acting decisively. Make mistakes of ambition and not mistakes of sloth. Develop the strength to do bold things, not the strength to suffer.”

― Niccolò Machiavelli

She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.”

― Neil Gaiman, Stardust

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“Ideals are like stars,
you will not succeed in touching them with your hands,
but like the seafaring man on the desert of waters,
you choose them as your guide,
and following them, you reach your destiny.”


– Carl Schurz

 

You speak of my drinking, yet you don’t know my thirst”

― Scottish

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“Our children don’t have to have drinking problems. They don’t have to go through divorce or live defeated lives. You can be the one to stir them up, shake them up, and tell them there is a champion inside of them just waiting to come out. Tell them God has a plan for their lives, and they are destined to do greater things than we ever thought of doing…. You can decide to be the role model and reverse your whole generational pattern from a bad one to a good one.”
― Tim Storey, Comeback & Beyond: How to Turn Your Setbacks Into Comebacks

“The wind blowing through the cracks in the walls was fitting for this isolated and lonely place.”

― Nancy B. Brewer, Garnet

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“There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song – but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny.”

― Pablo Neruda

You are the beached seal on the long yellow towel spread out between restlessness and mundanity

Tuesday poem: Sand by P.S. Cottier

http://pscottier.com/2012/03/12/tuesday-poem-sand/

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“I thought about one of my favourite Sufi poems, which says that God long ago drew a circle in the sand exactly around the spot where you are standing right now. I was never not coming here. This was never not going to happen.”

Elizabeth Gilbert

foto – sand at urunga sea lido

Emerson once said in justification of conversation on the subject of the weather: We are pensioners of the wind. The weathercock is the wisest man. All our prosperity, enterprise, temper, come and go with the fickle air.

Curiosities in Proverbs

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Though the sky of this tear-stained world is overcast 
with clouds, the light of truth shines in the heart. 

(Japanese). 

FROM CLOUD VERSE

Only A Passing Cloud

When darkness hides the sun from view and shadows move across the blue -never let it worry you.

It is only a passing cloud.

Don’t let people spoil your day by what they do and what they say, it doesn’t matter anyway,

they are only passing clouds.

And if a big blow should descend do not think that it’s the end.

You’ll see when once you’re round the bend

It was only a passing cloud.

© Wayne Rickard 2011

foto – raleigh nsw jan 2011 the year of the brisbane floods

People’s destinies are so different. Some people drag along, unnoticed and boring—they’re all alike, and they’re all unhappy. Then there are others, like for instance you—you’re one in a million. You’re happy.

Anton Chekhov, The Seagull

http://classiclit.about.com/od/seagullantonchekhov/a/aa_seagullquote.htm

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Come, trust the world — it’s still night,
and the moon wishes to dissipate,
and earth groans under its weight of mice,
and God has given us everything,
everything.

Emma Lew.

foto – urunga sea lido 2010