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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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