Heartfelt poem of the day

[Kimi]

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don' t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don' t give way to hating,
And yet don' t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you' ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ' em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: " Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that' s in it,
And--which is more--you' ll be a Man, my son!


--Rudyard Kipling

[Global Citizen]

I absolutely love this poem and remember sending it to my son several years ago. Thanks for sharing.

[Jun]

When I am fall in love
When love don't invite me
When I hope my love amore me
When love elude me

My heart is beating
My heart is trembling
My heart is squeezing
My heart is questioning

When will you know that I am here?
When will you realise that I care?
When will you really see me?
When will you aware?

My heart crumpled
My heart crushed
My heart bleed
My heart shattered

Do you care?
Do you even aware?

(Fri, 13/05/05)

[Kimi]

Train Station (one).

A little girl rushes for the doors before
They close in the morning rush she
bursts into tears.

And I am too tired and harried.
Too share her pain.


Train Station (two)
A million faceless soulless things
Apear around me pushing me back.
Which one am I?


PS: Must admit those 2 were the exact feelings I had in trains in Tokyo in times...

[Kimi]

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

[PhantomX]

deisderata

[Global Citizen]

Still I Rise - by Maya Angelou


You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

[Kimi]

deisderata

Desiderata, yes.
Sorry I forgot to put the title. That was unintentional!

[Guest]

Hola Kimi,

Would you like to go out for a movie with me?

Zuex

[Kimi]

Hola Kimi,

Would you like to go out for a movie with me?

Zuex

Why? I meant why the interest..?

Err actually why should I?

[Guest]

Hola Kimi,

Would you like to go out for a movie with me?

Zuex

Why? I meant why the interest..?

Err actually why should I?

1] Interested in making international friends.
2] Err...itz a no obligation request. I'm juz interested. No pressure okey.
The offer is still open if you're considering.
Cheerz

[Guest]

Hola Kimi,

Would you like to go out for a movie with me?

Zuex

Why? I meant why the interest..?

Err actually why should I?

Btw Happy Birthday too ..........

[Kimi]

Hola Kimi,

Would you like to go out for a movie with me?

Zuex

Why? I meant why the interest..?

Err actually why should I?

1] Interested in making international friends.
2] Err...itz a no obligation request. I'm juz interested. No pressure okey.
The offer is still open if you're considering.
Cheerz

Nay, no registration just implies no clear intention to me among other things... so no thanks.
Cheers for the b'day wishes though.

[Guest]

Hola Kimi,

Would you like to go out for a movie with me?

Zuex

Why? I meant why the interest..?

Err actually why should I?

1] Interested in making international friends.
2] Err...itz a no obligation request. I'm juz interested. No pressure okey.
The offer is still open if you're considering.
Cheerz

Nay, no registration just implies no clear intention to me among other things... so no thanks.
Cheers for the b'day wishes though.

Well I cld register if that'll change ya impression.
Well thankz for replying neway.

[Kimi]

Tarantella


Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the bedding
Of the straw for a bedding,
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
And the wine that tasted of tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
(Under the vine of the dark veranda)?
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,
Do you remember an Inn?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
Who hadn't got a penny,
And who weren't paying any,
And the hammer at the doors and the din?
And the hip! hop! hap!
Of the clap
Of the hands to the swirl and the twirl
Of the girl gone chancing,
Glancing,
Dancing,
Backing and advancing,
Snapping of the clapper to the spin
Out and in--
And the ting, tong, tang of the guitar!
Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?

Never more;
Miranda,
Never more.
Only the high peaks hoar;
And Aragon a torrent at the door.
No sound
In the walls of the halls where falls
The tread
Of the feet of the dead to the ground,
No sound:
But the boom
Of the far waterfall like doom.

-- Hilaire Belloc