Spectacular achievement is always preceded by unspectacular preparation.
quote by Robert H. Schuller
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!Couldn't connect to MySQL
Related quotes
What could be your achievement
What could be your achiement
Your position
Your property
Your power
Your managing skills
Your wealth
Your happiness
Your health
Your fame and name
And so many other skills
None of the above
These all will vanish
And will go into oblivion
Once you depart
And you are on the path
Of disappearing
As each second, minute, hour, day
Is racing you nearer
To that ultimate end
All the above
Will go and you are
Likely to be lost
From the memory of
Your own near and dears,
Leave alone the world
All your materialistic acquisitions
Are likely to lead to family feuds
And there will be total discomfort
Among your own people
History is replete with such cases
You will, in fact, be cursed
For all the earnings you made
Be it by fair means or otherwise
We have seen small possessions of
Even great people
Created warring situations
When they came up for auctions
With regard to their realisations
Materialistic achievement is no
Achievement at all
Your achievement could be that
Which will make others remember you
[...] Read more
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Sorcerer: Act I
DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Sir Marmaduke Pointdextre, an Elderly Baronet
Alexis, of the Grenadier Guards--His Son
Dr. Daly, Vicar of Ploverleigh
John Wellington Wells, of J. W. Wells & Co., Family Sorcerers
Lady Sangazure, a Lady of Ancient Lineage
Aline, Her Daughter--betrothed to Alexis
Mrs. Partlet, a Pew-Opener
Constance, her Daughter
Chorus of Villagers
ACT I -- Grounds of Sir Marmaduke's Mansion, Mid-day
SCENE -- Exterior of Sir Marmaduke's Elizabethan Mansion, mid-day.
CHORUS OF VILLAGERS
Ring forth, ye bells,
With clarion sound--
Forget your knells,
For joys abound.
Forget your notes
Of mournful lay,
And from your throats
Pour joy to-day.
For to-day young Alexis--young Alexis Pointdextre
Is betrothed to Aline--to Aline Sangazure,
And that pride of his sex is--of his sex is to be next her
At the feast on the green--on the green, oh, be sure!
Ring forth, ye bells etc.
(Exeunt the men into house.)
(Enter Mrs. Partlet with Constance, her daughter)
RECITATIVE
MRS. P. Constance, my daughter, why this strange depression?
[...] Read more
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Athenaid: Volume II: Book the Nineteenth
The morning breaks; Nicanor sudden greets
The gen'ral; welcome tidings in these words
He utters loud: The citadel is won,
The tyrant slaughter'd. With our sacred guide
A rugged, winding track, in brambles hid,
Half up a crag we climb'd; there, stooping low,
A narrow cleft we enter'd; mazy still
We trod through dusky bowels of a rock,
While our conductor gather'd, as he stepp'd,
A clue, which careful in his hand he coil'd.
Our spears we trail'd; each soldier held the skirt
Of his preceding comrade. We attain'd
An iron wicket, where the ending line
Was fasten'd; thence a long and steep ascent
Was hewn in steps; suspended on the sides,
Bright rows of tapers cheer'd our eyes with light.
We reach'd the top; there lifting o'er his head
A staff, against two horizontal valves
Our leader smote, which open'd at the sound.
Behind me Hyacinthus on the rock
Sunk sudden down, pronouncing in his fall
Cleora; I on Hyacinthus call'd.
Is this Cleora's husband? cried the priest;
Descend, my Pamphila, my wife, descend.
She came, a rev'rend priestess; tender both
With me assisting plac'd my speechless friend
Within a cleft by me unmark'd before,
Which seem'd a passage to some devious cell.
Me by the hand Elephenor remov'd
Precipitate; a grating door of brass
Clos'd on my parting steps. Ascend, he said,
Make no enquiry; but remain assur'd,
His absence now is best. I mount, I rise
Behind a massy basis which upheld
Jove grasping thunder, and Saturnia crown'd,
Who at his side outstretch'd her scepter'd hand.
The troops succeeding fill the spacious dome.
Last, unexpected, thence more welcome, rose,
Detach'd from Medon with five hundred spears,
Brave Haliartus, who repair'd the want
Of my disabled colleague. Now the priest:
Ye chiefs, auxiliar to the gods profan'd,
And men oppress'd, securely you have reach'd
The citadel of Oreus. The dark hour
[...] Read more
poem by Richard Glover
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Inhaler
Water falling down a hundred meters
Coloured by the sun
In rainbow colors
Paul is driving me around
Through fields of light
Blinded by the sun
Fight the clouds
Be an inhaler
Have no doubts
Let them take you on a voyage to another
Let them take you on a voyage to another
Let them take you on a voyage to another...
Water falling down a hundred meters
Coloured by the sun
In rainbow colors
Paul is driving me around
Through fields of light
Blinded by the sun
Fight the clouds
Be an inhaler
Have no doubts
Let them take you on a voyage to another
Let them take you on a voyage to another
Let them take you on a voyage to another...
As I was saying, stereo is full of surprises
A new stereophonic sound spectacular
A new stereophonic sound spectacular
Were able to tell, in an instant, where a particular sound is coming from
A new stereophonic sound spectacular x5
As I was saying, stereo is full of surprises
song performed by Hooverphonic
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Part IV
Occupied by the elm; and, as its shade
Has crept clock-hand-wise till it ticks at fern
Five inches further to the South,—the door
Opens abruptly, someone enters sharp,
The elder man returned to wait the youth—
Never observes the room's new occupant,
Throws hat on table, stoops quick, elbow-propped
Over the Album wide there, bends down brow
A cogitative minute, whistles shrill,
Then,—with a cheery-hopeless laugh-and-lose
Air of defiance to fate visibly
Casting the toils about him,—mouths once more
"Hail, calm acclivity, salubrious spot!"
Then clasps-to cover, sends book spinning off
T'other side table, looks up, starts erect
Full-face with her who,—roused from that abstruse
Question, "Will next tick tip the fern or no?",—
Fronts him as fully.
All her languor breaks,
Away withers at once the weariness
From the black-blooded brow, anger and hate
Convulse. Speech follows slowlier, but at last—
"You here! I felt, I knew it would befall!
Knew, by some subtle undivinable
Trick of the trickster, I should, silly-sooth,
Late of soon, somehow be allured to leave
Safe hiding and come take of him arrears,
My torment due on four years' respite! Time
To pluck the bird's healed breast of down o'er wound!
Have your success! Be satisfied this sole
Seeing you has undone all heaven could do
These four years, puts me back to you and hell!
What will next trick be, next success? No doubt
When I shall think to glide into the grave,
There will you wait disguised as beckoning Death,
And catch and capture me for evermore!
But, God, though I am nothing, be thou all!
Contest him for me! Strive, for he is strong!"
Already his surprise dies palely out
In laugh of acquiescing impotence.
He neither gasps nor hisses: calm and plain—
"I also felt and knew—but otherwise!
You out of hand and sight and care of me
These four years, whom I felt, knew, all the while ...
Oh, it's no superstition! It's a gift
O' the gamester that he snuffs the unseen powers
[...] Read more
poem by Robert Browning from The Inn Album (1875)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
I'm a big believer in the fact that life is about preparation, preparation, preparation.
quote by Johnnie Cochran
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Good to Marry
Whenever you develop some kind of obsession
Think of nice time with entering into marriage session
It is lovely bond and to be enjoyed in full
So holy and sacred to be made memorable and beautiful
Well if to be managed with pomp and show
Then all the miserable tendencies must go
Lavish and grand show for marriage reception
All nice preparation for pomp and show from inception
Nice way of arranging even small things
No let up or carelessness in anything
The show must be remembered for all the times to come
All participants must be greeted with welcome
There is no let up in any preparation
As it is opening up of new relation
Everybody wished happy married life with blessings
Every care is taken to make sure it does not result in messing
It is golden chance to rejoice in special moment
It is full acknowledged and taken care that there are unpleasant comments
Everything moves on smoothly and with joy
Groom and bride dream in new world and enjoy
The final day was awaited by parents
Small saving was done for preparation and ornaments
Something was to be given as marriage gift
As bride was going away with complete shift
It is definitely nice occasion
Many may be seized with the obsession
Yet it is ritual and that has to be honored
That is why all precaution taken and labored
It is just a final seal to be put on holy deal
It is nice to see the bond resulting into real
We all pray it to last long and end in happy union
Life may go on as usual with the company companion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Do This
Close your eyes.
In preparation to dismiss,
Limitation.
Release conflicts to lift.
And shift those burdens,
From weighted shoulders.
Transmit your wishes,
To realize dreams...
From bastions kept as impossibilities.
Know you exist as a gift given,
And only you prevent...
All that you are and can be!
Close your eyes.
In preparation to dismiss,
Limitation.
Do this!
And not what you believe,
Can not be done to welcome...
As others entrap perceive.
Do this!
And not what you believe,
Can not be done to welcome...
As others entrap perceive.
Close your eyes.
In preparation to dismiss,
Limitation.
Do this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
"Yields falsehood when preceded by its quotation" yields falsehood when preceded by its quotation.
quote by W.V.O. Quine
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
The Poem of Antar
Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me; and did you know the abode of your beloved after reflection?2
The vestige of the house, which did not speak, confounded thee, until it spoke by means of signs, like one deaf and dumb.
Verily, I kept my she-camel there long grumbling, with a yearning at the blackened stones, keeping and standing firm in their own places.
It is the abode of a friend, languishing in her glance, submissive in the embrace, pleasant of smile.
Oh house of 'Ablah situated at Jiwaa, talk with me about those who resided in you. Good morning to you, O house of 'Ablah, and be safe from ruin.
I halted my she-camel in that place; and it was as though she were a high palace; in order that I might perform the wont of the lingerer.
And 'Ablah takes up her abode at Jiwaa; while our people went to Hazan, then to Mutathallam.
She took up her abode in the land of my enemies; so it became difficult for me to seek you, O daughter of Mahzam.
I was enamored of her unawares, at a time when I was killing her people, desiring her in marriage; but by your father's life I swear, this was not the time for desiring.3
And verily you have occupied in my heart the place of the honored loved one, so do not think otherwise than this, that you are my beloved.
And how may be the visiting of her; while her people have taken up their residence in the spring at 'Unaizatain and our people at Ghailam?
I knew that you had intended departing, for, verily, your camels were bridled on a dark night.
Nothing caused me fear of her departure, except that the baggage camels of her people were eating the seeds of the Khimkhim tree throughout the country.4
Amongst them were two and forty milk-giving camels, black as the wing-feathers of black crows.
When she captivates you with a mouth possessing sharp, and white teeth, sweet as to its place of kissing, delicious of taste.
As if she sees with the two eyes of a young, grown up gazelle from the deer.
It was as though the musk bag of a merchant in his case of perfumes preceded her teeth toward you from her mouth.
Or as if it is an old wine-skin, from Azri'at, preserved long, such as the kings of Rome preserve;
Or her mouth is as an ungrazed meadow, whose herbage the rain has guaranteed, in which there is but little dung; and which is not marked with the feet of animals.
The first pure showers of every rain-cloud rained upon it, and left every puddle in it bright and round like a dirham;
Sprinkling and pouring; so that the water flows upon it every evening, and is not cut off from it.
The fly enjoyed yet alone, and so it did not cease humming, as is the act of the singing drunkard;
Humming, while he rubs one foreleg against the other, as the striking on the flint of one, bent on the flint, and cut off as to his palm.
She passes her evenings and her mornings on the surface of a well-stuffed couch, while I pass my nights on the back of a bridled black horse.
And my couch is a saddle upon a horse big-boned in the leg, big in his flanks, great of girth.
[...] Read more
poem by Antarah Ibn Shaddad
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau, Saviour of Society
Epigraph
Υδραν φονεύσας, μυρίων τ᾽ ἄλλων πόνων
διῆλθον ἀγέλας . . .
τὸ λοίσθιον δὲ τόνδ᾽ ἔτλην τάλας πόνον,
. . . δῶμα θριγκῶσαι κακοῖς.
I slew the Hydra, and from labour pass'd
To labour — tribes of labours! Till, at last,
Attempting one more labour, in a trice,
Alack, with ills I crowned the edifice.
You have seen better days, dear? So have I —
And worse too, for they brought no such bud-mouth
As yours to lisp "You wish you knew me!" Well,
Wise men, 't is said, have sometimes wished the same,
And wished and had their trouble for their pains.
Suppose my Œdipus should lurk at last
Under a pork-pie hat and crinoline,
And, latish, pounce on Sphynx in Leicester Square?
Or likelier, what if Sphynx in wise old age,
Grown sick of snapping foolish people's heads,
And jealous for her riddle's proper rede, —
Jealous that the good trick which served the turn
Have justice rendered it, nor class one day
With friend Home's stilts and tongs and medium-ware,—
What if the once redoubted Sphynx, I say,
(Because night draws on, and the sands increase,
And desert-whispers grow a prophecy)
Tell all to Corinth of her own accord.
Bright Corinth, not dull Thebes, for Lais' sake,
Who finds me hardly grey, and likes my nose,
And thinks a man of sixty at the prime?
Good! It shall be! Revealment of myself!
But listen, for we must co-operate;
I don't drink tea: permit me the cigar!
First, how to make the matter plain, of course —
What was the law by which I lived. Let 's see:
Ay, we must take one instant of my life
Spent sitting by your side in this neat room:
Watch well the way I use it, and don't laugh!
Here's paper on the table, pen and ink:
Give me the soiled bit — not the pretty rose!
See! having sat an hour, I'm rested now,
Therefore want work: and spy no better work
For eye and hand and mind that guides them both,
During this instant, than to draw my pen
From blot One — thus — up, up to blot Two — thus —
Which I at last reach, thus, and here's my line
Five inches long and tolerably straight:
[...] Read more
poem by Robert Browning (1871)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shores our bed and eats at our own table.
Herman Melville in Moby Dick
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.
quote by W.H. Auden
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Men's competitive team sports focus on the balance between individual achievement and team achievement with the emphasis on team achievement.
quote by Warren Farrell
Added by Lucian Velea
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Striving For Suffering
It is not achievements or goals or trophies
Or accolades or awards or the end itself
For which we strive, we as humans think that
Is what we desire, but
What we really seek is adversity and suffering
We all desperately long for it
Yo may at first think it strange or untrue
But in fact it is what we all yearn for, even you
Simply getting a trophy or award means nothing
IT is the work, the blood, sweat, and tears
That we all really desire, it's that something
There's a voice inside everyone hears
Pushing them to do more, to achievement,
but that achievement is wrought in suffering
Empowered by the pain and time, as if heaven-sent
It is only in the trial that we can have triumph
Only in adversity we can make the jump
From mundane normalcy to achievement, thus it is
Truly the pain itself that separates normalcy
From triumph it is not the trophy or the end
But the means that got you there.
poem by David Knox
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
A real term
It is difficult to term a man as hero
In real sense he may be worthless or zero
His achievement might have come at crucial stage
This couldn’t have been performed by any person of his age
In the entire life any individual may tend to slack?
He may have ill fames and many draw backs
At crucial time he may perform unbelievable feat
This may earn him good name or generate lots of heat
On many counts the person is remembered and worshipped
His mortals are preserved abroad and trans-hipped
He has done enough for the people or country
He was prepared to lay down his life and stood as sentry
He is so tall in public eye and may remain so forever
His absence may be felt and loss can’t be compensated however
Still the homage is paid by all the countrymen on his departure
The country was saved from disaster and he secured the future
Such is the excellent work that speaks of great volume
We can remember his great name and only assume
The country may leap forward with the normal work to resume
The sacrifice may not go in vain and spread the fragrance as perfume
The soldiers are pushed in the time of war
They have to make penetration very far
It required great courage and determination
They are rewarded with medals and citations
There are many ways of paying the tribute
People at large may come out and contribute
It may be great respect and homage
The history will be re-written on the page
Any achievement by the individual can’t turn him into hero
It is laying down of life for better tomorrow
This is no ordinary feat or routine affair
It must be treated with due respect and honor
It is not only the war zones where they show the bravery
But strong movement by crusaders to save us from slavery
It has slow pace and may prove its worth in tie to come
The fruit of it may come later for us to welcome
In natural calamities the civilians are pressed into service
They perform the marvelous feat even without any advice
It is not less than any heroic achievement
It is then considered as human movement
[...] Read more
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Blue Moon
There’ll be a blue moon on the last day
of two-thousand-nine. The fast day
that preceded it, Asarah
B’Tevet acting as a thorough
preparation for it revel-
ation, giving us a devil-
may-care attitude to what
we might expect next year, or not
expect, depending if the moon
makes us as blue as it as soon
as New Year which will surely wane
like all years of which we complain.
Revelers ringing in 2010 will be treated to a so-called blue moon. According to popular definition, a blue moon is the second full moon in a month. But don't expect it to be blue — the name has nothing to do with the color of our closest celestial neighbor. A full moon occurred on Dec.2. It will appear again on Thursday in time for the New Year's countdown.
12/29/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Brooklyn Fourth of July 2007
Firecrackers, boom, boom, boom
all sound off with the light of the moon.
Looking up in the sky,
color bursts a mile high.
Zooming towards the water below,
all four bridges sparkle and glow.
This all happens like synchronicity,
looks so smooth with simplicity.
The Spectacular of Macy’s Fireworks display
is worth seeing by the bay,
if you happened to be up that way,
to celebrate independence day.
Try to get on a building rooftop fast,
Fireworks great but won’t last,
Take pictures if you can,
of this Macy’s Fireworks Spectacular
which is grand.
poem by Christina Sunrise
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Brooklyn Fourth of July 2007
Firecrackers, boom, boom, boom
all sound off with the light of the moon.
Looking up in the sky,
color bursts a mile high.
Zooming towards the water below,
all four bridges sparkle and glow.
This all happens like synchronicity,
looks so smooth with simplicity.
The Spectacular of Macy's Fireworks display
is worth seeing by the bay,
if you happened to be up that way,
to celebrate independence day.
Try to get on a building rooftop fast,
Fireworks great but won't last,
Take pictures if you can,
of this Macy's Fireworks Spectacular
which is grand.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 20,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Get Hold Of The Night
Some fresh air will do your good
Get hold of the night
This is the last summer night
Before winter gets here
Still light out side
Isn’t this night incredible?
Or what?
It is too late now
I wished I knew it would had happened ahead of time
So I could get a picture
Of this summer night
Looks like the kids got the idea in the street to get out doors and play the last
Hockey game of the summer
On this spectacular and magnificent night
Get hold of the night
It would be silly to stay
In doors on a magnificent and spectacular summer night
It won’t last long
I kissed the summer good bye
poem by Aldo Kraas
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!