Quotations Verse and Words of Wisdom
Do you have a favourite Poem or Verse? E Mail them to me with the Authors Name and I will publish them.on the site. As I will be first I would like to Publish my favourite Poem by William Blake, it is a classic and still I find it evocative and descriptive. Or why not compose your own and send it in.
Tiger Tiger burning bright,
in the forest of the night,
what immortal hand or eye,
could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant lands or skies
burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire,
what the hands dare sieze the fire ?
And what shoulder and what art
could twist the sinews of thy heart ?
And when thy heart began to beat,
what dread hand and what dread feet.
Tiger Tiger burning bright,
in the forest of the night,
what immortal hand or eye,
could frame thy fearful symmetry?
by William Blake
Dedicated to my new found friend Penny@CUPW
Up before the sun has risen
In the cold grey winter sky
The Postal Worker is off to work
wiping sleep from tired eyes
As the Mailtrain pulls into the station
The Postal Worker is on sortation
Sorting the Foreign ,The Local, The Post
As the world wakes for families and hot buttered toast
Out in the Mail Van dropped at the start
Setting off cheerily happy of heart
Circulars for the Doctor, Bills for the School
Letters for every house as a rule.
Morning miss Thompson , Hello old Joe
The same freindly faces whever he goes
A Birthday Card for Lisa, a Certificate for Jane
No two days on the round are ever the same.
Back to the Office and Breakfast Awaits
Sharing a joke and a laugh with his mates
Then out on the streets the Second Post Goes
Over his shoulder his pouch he does throw.
Dashing through back streets and hurdling gates
To get away from that mad dog that he hates
Till the day is a closing and to sleep he must go
He won't dream of letters of that we will know.
By Jeff Thomas Branch Sec ( Not Exactly William Blake is it? )
To see a world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wWild Flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternityin an hour.
Life is full of magic and beauty
waiting for our senses to awaken
A life without dreams
is like a garden without flowers.
By William Blake Sent in by Kevin Neale
( One Big Union )
One Big Union. What does that mean?
It means the world can share the dream.
It means that we must care for all.
It means that we must hear their call.
The sweat shops and the tots who toil.
It causes all our blood to boil.
The multi national monarchies.
Who buy and sell with deadly ease.
For them, it's profits at all cost.
The worker's rights is what is lost.
Who needs Help? What can we do?
You need me to write to who?
A donation here, a purchase there.
A speech to make the crowds aware.
The internet to spread the word.
Support for those who are not heard.
For silent woes can break our backs.
Together, we will launch attacks.
It's not as if we need to kill.
Our power is the worker's will.
In Canada and in England too.
There's always something we can do.
Deeds may seem paltry, but yet.
It shows them that we won't forget.
Please keep yourself out of jail!
Or have a friend who'll post your bail.
By Penny Allen Vice President CUPW Vancouver Locale
On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders
and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you.
And when your eyes freeze behind the gray window
and the ghost of loss gets into you,
may a flock of colours,
indigo, red,green and azure blue
come to awaken in you a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays in the curach of thought
and a stain of ocean blackens beneath you,
may there come across the waters a path of yellow moonlight
to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours,
may the clarity of light be yours,
may the fluency of the ocean be yours,
may the protection of the ancestors be yours.
And so may a slow wind work these words of love around you,
an invisible cloak to mind your life.
-John O'Donohue-
The workers' flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead;
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold
Their life-blood dyed its every fold.
CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
Look 'round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
The sturdy German chants its praise;
In Moscow's vaults its hymns are sung,
Chicago swells its surging song.
CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
It waved above our infant might
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We will not change its color now.
CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
It suits today the meek and base,
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place;
To cringe beneath the rich man's frown,
And haul that sacred emblem down.
CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
With heads uncovered, swear we all,
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark, or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn!
CHORUS:
Then raise the scarlet standard high;
Beneath its folds we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.
People are often unreasonable, illogical,
and self-centered;
forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, People may accuse
you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful, you will win some
false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank,
people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building,
someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness,
there may be jealousy;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today,
people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have,
and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you've got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis,
it is between you and God;
It was never between you and them anyway.
Mother Theresa
Imagine there's no Heaven, it's easy if you try.
No Hell below us, above us only sky.
Imagine all the people living for today.
Imagine there's no countries, it isn't hard to do.
Nothing to kill or die for and no religion too.
Imagine all the people living life in peace.
You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.
I hope some day you'll join us and the World will live as one.
Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can.
No need for greed or hunger, a brotherhood of man.
Imagine all the people, sharing all the world.
You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.
I hope some day you'll join us and the World will live as one.
John Lennon ( Not really a Poem but great words of inspiration )
Lives of Great Men all remind us
We can make our lives Sublime,
And, departing, Leave behind us
Footprints on the Sands of Time.
H.W. Longfellow
Life is mostly froth & bubble,
Two things stand like stone,
Kindness in anothers trouble,
Courage in your own.
Adam Linsay Gordon
No man is an Island, entire of itself ;
every man is a piecen of the continent,
a part of the main ;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less,
as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were ;
any man's death dimminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind;
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.
John Donne
