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| "POETRY & WINE" Hosted by Stanley Chan on Friday, September 11th 2009 |

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| Auspicious Wish At this very moment, for the peoples and the nations of the earth, may not even the names disease, famine, war, and suffering be heard. Rather may their moral conduct, merit, wealth, and prosperity increase, and may supreme good fortune and wellbeing always arise for them. |
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| It was one of those clear,sharp.mustless days That summer and man delight in. Never had Heaven seemed quite so high, Never had earth seemed quite so green, Never had the world seemed quite so clean Or sky so nigh. And I heard the Deity's voice in The sun's warm rays, And the white cloud's intricate maze, And the blue sky's beautiful sheen. I looked to the heavens and saw him there,-- A black speck downward drifting, Nearer and nearer he steadily sailed, Nearer and nearer he slid through space, In an unending aerial race, This sailor who hailed From the Clime of the Clouds.--Ever shifting, On billows of air And the blue sky seemed never so fair, And the rest of the world kept pace. On the white of his head the sun flashed bright; And he battled the wind with wide pinions, Clearer and clearer the gale whistled loud, Clearer and clearer he came into view,-- Bigger and blacker against the blue. Then a dragon of cloud Gathering all its minions Rushed to the fight, And swallowed him up in a bite; And the sky lay empty clear through. Long I watched. And at last afar Caught sight of a speck in the vastness; Ever smaller,ever decreasing, Ever drifting,drifting awayInto the endless realms of day; Finally ceasing. So into Heaven's vast fastness Vanished that bar Of black,as a fluttering star Goes out while still on its way. So I lost him. But I shall always see In my mind The warm,yellow sun,and the ether free; The vista's sky,and the white cloud trailing, Trailing behind,-- And below the young earth's summer-green arbors, And on high the eagle,--sailing,sailing Into far skies and unknown harbors |
| The Eagle by E. E. Cummings |
| you are proud of your cicatrizes those were your memories memories of old sweet moments you wish to bury the bitterness in plain white cicatrizes on lines of your body |
| The Woodpecker by Elizabeth Roberts |
Cheerful in attitude Smiling in approach Incisive in interview Lilting in Laughter Penetrating in questions Sympathetic in hearing Helpful in diagnosis Even handed in mediation Delightful to listeners Company to the lonely A voice for the frustrated A special blessing to the NW Sorely missed by all. Keith, Cleland Armidale NSW |
| Au revoir to Suzanne Hill ABC Presenter NW Region NSW, on the occasion of her last broadcast to the NW, 20/06/08 |
| Black Kite by Stanley Chan |
The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole And made him a house in a telephone pole. One day when I watched he poked out his head, And he had on a hood and a collar of red. When the streams of rain pour out of the sky, And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by, And the big, big sheels of thunder roll, He can snuggle back in the telephone pole. |
| estas son cicatrizes by Law Hun |
Look out the window, I see time and seasons, Life is passing in slow motion. Is it you, the little bird? |
| The Little Bird re-arranged by Oswald Chan (extracted from Mitch Albom's Tuesdays with Morrie) |
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