Poetry is not only dream and vision;
it is the skeleton architecture of our lives.
It lays the foundations for a future of change,
a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.
—Audre Lorde
Poetry is not only dream and vision;
it is the skeleton architecture of our lives.
It lays the foundations for a future of change,
a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.
—Audre Lorde
Variety is the pledge that matter makes to living things.
In the vast and wondrous tapestry of life,
Variety is the pledge that matter gives,
A promise to all living things, a strife,
To thrive and flourish, and to live and strive.
With every hue and shade, with every form and grace,
The world is filled with endless, wondrous place,
Where creatures great and small, with differing pace,
Find sustenance and joy, in their embrace.
The trees that tower high, the flowers that bloom,
The birds that soar and the beasts that swoon,
All sing the praises of this wondrous boon,
This gift of variety, this boon so soon.
For in the depths of diversity's heart,
Lies the key to life, and love, and art,
A treasure trove of wonder, a work of art,
A symphony of life, a masterpiece of heart.
So let us cherish this gift, this boon so true,
And celebrate the beauty, that it brings anew,
For variety is the pledge that matter makes,
To living things, and the world it takes.
AKSHR 20012024
I pledge to set out to live a
thousand lives between printed pages. I pledge to use books as doors to other
minds, old and young, girl and boy, man and animal. I pledge to use books to
open windows to a thousand different worlds and to the thousand different faces
of my own world. I pledge to use books to make my universe spread much wider
than the world I live in every day. I pledge to treat my books like friends,
visiting them all from time to time and keeping them close. Cornelia Funke -- AKSHR 20012024
“A vote is like a rifle:
its usefulness depends upon the character of the user.”
― Theodore Roosevelt
Let us pledge to do more,
wherever we are in whatever way we can,
to make every day a day of peace.
46. The days are too short even for love;
how can there be enough time for quarrelling.
— Margaret Gatty
In
days of love, the hours fly by so fast,
The
minutes dance away, like snow in the blast.
The
hours are short, the moments too brief,
And
yet, we find time to quarrel and grieve.
The
sun sets swift, the night descends so soon,
And
with it comes the end of our sweet boon.
The
stars appear, the moon glows bright,
But
our love, like the day, is lost in the night.
Oh,
how we yearn for more time to share,
To savor
each kiss, to heal each care.
But
alas, the days are too short and brief,
And
our love, like a flame, is hard to redeem.
So
let us cherish each moment we have,
And
make the most of our fleeting love.
For
in the end, it is not the time we have,
But
the love we share, that truly matters and shines.
43. They say marriages are made in Heaven.
But so is thunder and lightning.
— Clint Eastwood
In
the realm of love, they say it's divine,
A
union formed in the heavens, so fine.
But
thunder and lightning, they too are born
In
the same place, where passions are torn.
The
skies above, they dance with glee,
When
two hearts entwined, like thunder and sea.
Their
love, a force, that shakes the ground,
Like
lightning, that splits the sky profound.
They
say marriages are made in Heaven,
But
so is thunder, and so is lightning given.
For
love, like thunder, can shake the earth,
And
lightning, like love, can give new birth.
So
let us cherish this sacred bond,
Like
the heavens, where love is born and found.
For
in the eyes of the divine,
Love
and thunder, they intertwine.
41. Peace is the result of retraining your mind
to process life as it is, rather than as you think it should be.
— Wayne Dyer
In the depths of our minds, a battle rages on,
A war between thoughts, each one vying for a throne,
One side seeks to control, to shape and to mold,
The other seeks to let go, to release and to unfold.
The first side is loud and insistent, it screams and it shouts,
"Life should be this way, not that way, without a
doubt!"
It's fueled by our fears, our doubts, and our past,
It tells us to fight, to resist, and to cling fast.
But the other side, it whispers soft and low,
"Let go, my child, and let life unfold,
Embrace the present, let go of the past,
And find peace in the beauty of life at last."
It's a battle we all face, day in and day out,
A war within ourselves, with no clear route,
But the more we listen to the gentle voice,
The more we'll find peace, and a heart that's made of choice.
For peace is the result of retraining our mind,
To see life as it is, and not as we find,
To let go of our expectations and our fears,
And embrace the beauty that life brings, without tears.
So let us choose to let go, to release and to unfold,
And find peace in the present, in the beauty of life, we are told.
“A little learning is a dangerous thing.”
A
little learning is a dangerous thing,
It
can make you think you know so much,
But
soon you'll find that you're in a bind,
With
knowledge that's not quite enough.
Your
mind will be filled with grand designs,
But
lack the skills to make them real,
You'll
dream of fame and fortune's shine,
But
fail to see the practical deal.
A
little learning can be a curse,
It
can make you blind to what's true,
You'll
chase after empty words and verse,
But
miss the mark, and all you'll do.
So
beware of too much pride and vaunting,
And
don't let your knowledge be your downfall,
For
a little learning can be a dangerous thing,
And
lead you down a path of nothing at all.
“You educate a man you educate a man.
You educate a woman you educate a generation.”
A
noble deed, a phrase so true,
"You
educate a man, you educate a few."
But
listen well, and I'll reveal,
"You
educate a woman; you educate a generation to conceal."
She
learns, she grows, she blooms with grace,
Her
mind expands, her spirit embraces,
The
world around, with open arms,
A
generation's future charms.
Through
trials and strife, she'll find her way,
With
knowledge, strength, and courage to stay,
She'll
break the mold, she'll shatter the glass,
And
shape the future, with a gentle pass.
For
education is the key,
To
unlock the doors of destiny,
And
when you educate a woman,
You
educate a generation, in harmony.
So
let us raise our voices loud,
And
echo this truth, so proud,
For
when we educate a woman,
We
educate a generation, in full.
“The past has no power over the present moment.”
Eckhart Tolle:
In
days of yore, when memories did reign,
The
past held sway, a heavy chain.
It
bound us tight, with grip so strong,
And
made the present suffer, all day long.
But
now, we've broken free from that hold,
And
left the past where it should be told.
We
dance in the present, with joy and grace,
And
find our strength in this present place.
The
past may try to whisper in our ear,
But
we won't listen, we won't fear.
For
we know that we are not the same,
And
the present moment is our aim.
So
let us embrace this moment now,
And
let the past be just a vow.
For
in the present, we are free,
And
our future is waiting for thee.
There is no problem on earth that can’t be
ameliorated by a hot bath and a cup of tea.
– Jasper Fforde
Oh, there's no trouble that can't be soothed
and calmed,
By a steaming bath and a cup of tea, it's no
balm.
The warmth and the comfort, they do the heart
good,
And the mind, it finds peace, as the worries
are hood.
The water, it envelops, like a gentle embrace,
And the tea, it warms, with a cozy, comforting
grace.
The world, it fades away, as the bubbles rise,
And the soul, it finds solace, in the moment's
surprise.
So let the troubles, they come and go,
For a hot bath and a cup of tea, will make
them slow.
And as you soak, and as you sip,
You'll find that all will be well, with a
gentle grip.