Old And Young
Friday, February 23, 2007
LONG ago, on a bright spring day,
Dubai Tower of Pisa
Dubai Taj Mahal Dubai Taj Mahal is renowned for its architectural magnificence and artistic beauty. It counts among man's proudest creations and is consistently included in the list of the world's foremost wonders. The Taj Mahal was built by a Muslim, Emperor Shah Jahan (died 1666 C.E.) in the memory of his dear wife and queen Mumtaz Mahal at Agra, India. Never the less the Dubai Taj Mahal will be a luxurious five star hotel, that will out shine the rest of the hotels in the region and stand on a class of its own.
Dubai Grand Pyramid The pyramid of the Falconcity emulates the Egyptian architectural wonder in a modern day context. The Grand Pyramid will be a multi functional complex housing residences, offices and other recreational avenues. It is the biggest pyramid in the world.Of the two smaller pyramids, one will host exclusively Falconcity management facility, while the other is a commercial premise in the theme park. With ultra modern facilities of luxury and convenience, the pyramids will attract all enthusiasts of fine living, shopping and fun.
Dubai Light House
The Dubai Light House brings back to life another ancient wonder that does not exist in real world anymore. The Pharos of Alexandria was a lighthouse built in the 3rd century BC on the island of Pharos in Alexandria, Egypt to serve as that port's landmark, and later, a lighthouse. With a height variously estimated at between 115 and 135 meters (383 - 440 ft) it was among the tallest man-made structures on Earth for many centuries, and was identified as one of the Seven Wonders of the World. It was largely destroyed as a result of two earthquakes in the 14th century AD. However now at the Falconcity of Wonders Dubai, you will witness the new Dubai Light house, and it will serve as a lighthouse, landmark, and an architectural marvel at the same time. It will host commercial, residential, recreational and retail elements.
Great Wall
Imagine your self jogging on top of one of the greatest walls ever built, stretching from one side of the Falconcity theme park to the other. It will be higher than a 3 story building and stretching over 1700 Meters, keep in mind that an Olympic jogging track is 400 meters. So if you jog from one side to the other and back once a day, it is as if you have jogged an Olympic jogging track 8.5 times. The Great Wall will also act as a buffer zone between the theme park and the residential area. Therefore when adrenalin rush addicts are having fun ridding the double looped rollercoaster' s and they are having fun, the noise generated will be blocked by the high wall and as a result people resting at home will not feel or get bothered by them. The Great Wall is another attraction at the Falconcity of wonders that all visitors and residents must see.
Night
The night has a thousand eyes,
Wildlife Pictures 8
Eurydice
HE came to call me back from death
Faith
You deserve the best.
Try for what you want.
And never settle for less.
Have Faith in God
No matter what you choose.
Keep a winning attitude.
And you can never lose.
Think about your destination.
But don't worry if you stray.
Because the most important thing
Is that you've learned along the way.
To be all that you can be.
Soar above the clouds.
And let your dreams set you free...
Motivational
Thursday, February 22, 2007
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poem for the day
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
A moth, I thogh, munching a word.How marvellously weird! a wormDigesting a mans sayings - A sneakthief nibbling in the shadowsAt the shape of a poet`s thunderous phrases - How unutterably strange!And the pilfering parasite none the wiserFor the words he has swallowed.from THE EXETER BOOK
from The Song of Solomon
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over, and gone.The flowers appear on the earth, the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with teh tender grape give a good smell.Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Piano
Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;Taking me back down the vista of years, till I seeA child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling stringsAnd pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of songBetrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belongTo the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outsideAnd hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamourWith the great black piano appassionato. The glamourOf childish days is upon me, my manhood is castDown in the flood of rememberance, I weep like a child for the past.
What Am I After All
What am I after all but a child, pleas`d with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over;I stand apart to hear - it never tires me.To you your name also;Did you think there was nothing but two or threepronunciations in the sound of your name?
`I have a gentil cock`
I have a gentil cockcroweth me dayhe doth me risen earlymy matins for to stayI have a gentil cockcomen he is of greathis comb is of red coralhis tail is of jetI have a gentil cockcomen he is of kindhis comb is of red sorrelhis tail is of indehis legs be of azureso gentil and so smallhis spurs are of silver whiteinto the wortewalehis eyes are of crystallocked all in amberand every night he pertcheth himin my lady`s chamber
from To the City of London
Above all rivers they river hath renown,Whose beryl streames, pleasant and preclare,Under thy lusty walles runneth down;Where many a swan doth swim with winges fair,Where many a barge doth sail, and row with oar,Where many a ship doth rest with top-royal.O town of townes, patron and not compare,London, thou art the flower of Cities all.
Roundel
Now welcome Summer with thy sunne soft,That hast this winter`s weathers overshake,And driven away the longe nighties black.Saint Valentine, that art full high aloft,Thus singen smalle fowles for thy sake:Now welcome Summer with tye sunne soft,That hast this winter`s weathers overshake.Well have they cause for to gladden oft,Wince each of them recovered hath his make.Full blissful may they singe when they wake:Now welcome Summer with they sunne soft,That has this winters weathers overshake,And driven away the longe nighties black.from THE PARLIMENT OF FOWLS
The Tyger
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,In the forests of the night;What immortal hand or eye,Could frame they fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt the fire of thine eyes!On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand, dare sieze the fire?And what shoulder, & what art,Could twist the sinews of they heart?And when they heart began to beat,What dread hand? & what dread feet?What the hammer? What the chain?In what furnace was they brain?What the anvil? what dread grasp,Dare its deadly terrors clasp?When the stars threw down their spearsAnd water`d heaven with their tears:Did he smile his work to see?Did he who made the lamb make thee?Tyger Tyger, burning bright,In the forests of the night;What immortal hand or eye,Dare frame they fearful symmetry?
London Bells
Two sticks and an apple,Ring the bells at Whitechapel.Old Father Bald Pate,Ring the bells Aldgate.Maids in white aprons,Ring the bells at St. Catherine`s.Oranges and Lemons,Ring the bells at St. Clement`sWhen will you pay me?Ring the bells at the Old Bailey.When I am rich,Ring the bells at Fleetditch.When will that be?Ring the bells of Stepney.When I am old,Ring the great bell at Paul`s.
In TIme of `The Breaking of Nations`
IOnly a man harrowing clodsIn a slow silent walkWith a horse that stumbles and nodsHalf asleep as they stalk.IIOnly thin smoke without flameFrom the heaps of couch-grass;Yet this will go onward the sameThough the Dynasties pass.IIIYonder a maid and her wightCome whispering by:War`s annals will cloud into nightEre their story die.
`Sumer is icumen in`
Sumer is icumen in,Loud sing cuckoo!Groweth seed and bloweth meadAnd springeth the wood now.Sing cuckoo!Ewe bleateth after lamb,Cow loweth after calf,Bullock starteth, buck farteth,Merry sing cuckoo!Cuckoo, cuckoo!Well singest thou cuckoo,Nor cease thou never now!Sing cuckoo now, sing cuckoo!Sing cuckoo, sing cuckoo now!
The Maiden`s Song
When I was in my mother`s bowerI had all that I would
The bailey beareth the bell awayThe lily, the rose, the rose I layThe silver is white, red is the goldThe robes they lay in fold
The bailey beareth the bell awayThe lily, the rose, the rose I layAnd through the glass window shines the sunHow should I love and I so young
The bailey beareth the bell awayThe lily, the rose, the rose I layThe bailey beareth the bell away
A Song
Lying is an occupationused by all who mean to rise:Politicians owe there stationBut to well-concerted lies.These to lovers give assistanceTo ensnare the fair one`s heart;And the virgin`s best resisitanceYields to this commanding art.Study this superior science,Would you rise in church or state;Bid to truth a bold defiance,`Tis the practise of the great.
The world`s great age begins anew,The golden years return,The earth doth like a snake renewHer winter weeds outworn:Heaven smiles, and faith and empires gleam,Like a wrecks of a dissolving dream.A brighter Hellas rears its mountainsFrom waves serener far;A new Peneus rolls his fountainsAgainst the morning star.Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleepYoung Cyclads on a sunnier deep.A loftier Argo cleaves the main,Fraught with a later prize;Another Orpheus sings again,And loves, and weeps, and dies.A new Ulyssses leaves once moreCalypso for his native shore...
Cradle Song
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,Smiles awake you when you rise;Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,And I will sing you a lullaby,Rock them, rock them, lullaby,Care is heavy, therefore sleep you,You are care, and care must keep you;Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,And I will sing you a lullaby,Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
PROVERBS
Saturday, February 3, 2007
LET THE EXPERIMENT BE TRIED ON A WORTHLESS BODY.
PROVETBS
EVERY PATH HATH A PUDDIE.
EVERY SIN BRINGS ITS PUNISHMENT WITH IT.
EVERY MILLER DRAWS WATER TO HIS OWN MILL.
EVERY MAN IS BEST KNOWN TO HIMSELF.
EVERY MAN TO HIS TRADE.
EVERY WIND IS ILL TO A BROKEN SHIP.
EVERY LITTLE HELPS.
EVERY WHITE HATH ITS BLACK AND EVERY SWEET ITS SOUR.
Kiss on lips__
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Kissing may not spread germs, but they certainly lower resistance
A man snatches the first kiss, pleads for the second, demands the third,
takes the fourth, accepts the fifth ... and endures all the rest
Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply
not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.
Some women blush when they are kissed, some call for the police,
some swear, some bite. But the worst are those who laugh.
It's impossible to kiss someone unexpectedly - only sooner than you thought.
A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point.
That's the basic spelling that every woman ought to know.