Quotes, Poems, Phrases, Images

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http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z414/Lilyagain/Art/Spring%20Circular%20by%20Franz%20Dvorak%201917_zps44ernxd2.jpg

 

Spring Circular by Franz Dvorak, 1917

 

She is so precious!

Just look at her soft hair!

 

Love,

❤

  Lily  

 

LILY,

YOU FIND THE MOST AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL IMAGES.

I JUST LOVE THEM ALL!

YOU ARE VERY TALANTED WITH A TRUE GIFT FOR ART...YOU AND INSM BOTH!

 

THE IMAGES YOU TWO POST...MAKE ME FEEL GOOD!

 

THANK YOU.

BLESS YOUR HEART!

YOUR FLUTER FRIEND 

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http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z414/Lilyagain/Art/Spring%20Circular%20by%20Franz%20Dvorak%201917_zps44ernxd2.jpg

 

Spring Circular by Franz Dvorak, 1917

 

She is so precious!

Just look at her soft hair!

 

Love,

❤

  Lily  

 

Lily,

 

She's beautiful!

 

Very delicate.

 

Thank you, my friend.

 

Love,

 

Ins

 

 

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http://www.blueart.fr/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/c/v/cvz_27_1_.jpg

   

Artist:  Cecile Veilhan

 

 

How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young,

compassionate with the aged,

sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong.

  Because someday in your life

you will have been all of these.

- George Washington Carver

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http://www.blueart.fr/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/c/v/cvz_27_1_.jpg

   

Artist:  Cecile Veilhan

 

 

How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young,

compassionate with the aged,

sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong.

  Because someday in your life

you will have been all of these.

- George Washington Carver

HI SWEETS,

WHAT TRUTH IN THIS "EXCELLENT" QUOTE!

I CAN CERTAINLY RELATE TO THIS...

CAN'T YOU?

LOVE TO YOU,

FLUTER 

 

[[Li...]]

 

 

http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z414/Lilyagain/Art/Not%20Old%20-%20Rare_zpsnfdd3wso.jpg

 

"I Am Not Old"

 

I am not old.. she said

 

I am rare

 

I am the standing ovation at the end of the play

 

I am the retrospective of my life as art

 

I am the hours connected like dots into good sense

 

I am the fullness of existing

 

you think I am waiting to die but I am waiting to be found

 

I am a treasure

 

I am a map

these wrinkles are imprints of my journey

 

ask me anything.

 

~ Samantha Reynolds

 

(Samantha Reynolds defines poetry as:

(1) a suitcase of invisible mementos,

(2) the words we use to explore our sense of wonder...

[[Te...]]

You know, folks, I don't have the basic skills to transfer a photo from my ipad to this forums, but i can tell you that the solace and peace and simple pleasures i have gotten from you all sharing yours has been a highlight of my days...i kid around a lot, but in serious tone i thank all of you for your contributions to my enrichment. I am often moved by the power of your shares, and am in awe of the responses evoked from within me...i am truly humbled. I will now return to my usual irreverent self.

tex

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http://www.blueart.fr/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/c/v/cvz_27_1_.jpg

   

Artist:  Cecile Veilhan

 

 

How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young,

compassionate with the aged,

sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong.

  Because someday in your life

you will have been all of these.

- George Washington Carver

 

 

Ins. ~ I love that painting and quote!  Veilhan's work it wonderful!  (I Googled it and will be looking at it more!)  It is beautiful in such a unique way.  And the quote is full of truth.  I wanted to follow it with the post about "Not being old"...

 

Fluter and Ins. ~ I am so glad you liked the painting.  Thank you for your kind words.  You are generous.

 

And dear Tex ~ We love your "usual irreverent self".  Your post gave me such a smile.  Actually, you are a dispenser of smiles and oh, how we need them.  Bless you.  So... how's the horse?

 

Love,

❤

Lily

 

 

http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z414/Lilyagain/Art/Agnes%20Cecile%20-%20Artist_zpsawkw7ly8.jpg

 

By Agnes Cecile

 

I wonder what her young eyes or heart are seeing?

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Quote"

By Agnes Cecile

 

I wonder what her young eyes or heart are seeing?

"Unquote

 

I think they are seeing something we forgot we had seen, once...or something we could have seen, had we let ourselves...

[[Te...]]

And my horse is doing well, thank you, but wonders if someone might have a spare apple they aren't using...? (and please...oh, please, use the feed bag marked "RECEIVING") 

[[Li...]]

 

 

http://i1188.photobucket.com/albums/z414/Lilyagain/Art/HourofTeaVladimirVolegov_zps25fe8962.jpg

 

Hour of Tea by Vladimir Volegov

 

A lovely spring tea

with a crossant and orange marmalade for the lady

and a nice green apple for Tex's Horse... 

 

Tex ~ I think you are right about the girl in the Agnes Cecile painting.  That she is "seeing something we forgot we had seen, once...or something we could have seen, had we let ourselves..."  Well seen and spoken.  Thank you.

 

Love to All and I wish you a lovely Sunday Morning Tea, too,

❤

Lily

 

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Kind words...thank you, Lily...but you find the pictures...i get to play with them!!!

And my horse thanks you for the apple...he has really gotten spoiled on the forums...( tex says as he munches his croissant and marmalade treat...) Haw!

 

This young Voelgov girl has the facial focus on her tea-pouring, but her mind is elsewhere...the practices and make-believe tea parties as a child show in her posture, head set, and self-conscious role playing.

Or maybe i have had too much coffee, once again, if that is possible...

I'm an eyes guy, and these are so subtly well done that i think I see the 'somewhere else' look...the out of focus, the inner eye of solitude(Dickinson?)...

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"I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door--or I'll make a door."--Rabindranath Tagore

 

[[Fl...]]

Love to All and I wish you a lovely Sunday Morning Tea, too,

LILY,

SENDING LOVE AND WARMTH BACK TO YOU!

HAVE A LOVELY SUNDAY!

YOUR FLUTER FRIEND 

[[Li...]]

 

Good Sunday to all here!

 

Tex ~ *comes in, looks around, sees Tex!  "gasp"  Ah, too late.*  Tex, unhand that croissant and marmalade!  I was saving it for later!  Gone...  Well, that's okay.  You deserve it after your hard work of interpreting Voelgov painting.  Hope you enjoyed it with your coffee. 

And I did enjoy your thoughts on the painting... yes, you saw it well.  Thank you again.

What's the horse's name.  We can't keep calling it Tex's horse!  It has a life, too.  Well, sort of. 

 

norvegia ~ Wonderful quote!  Thank you. 

"I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door--or I'll make a door."--Rabindranath Tagore

 

My Fluter Friend ~ Thank you for the love and warmth you sent back!  Having a lovely Sunday is a work in progress - lol~

 

Love to All,

❤

Lily

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An Old Lady's Poem

 

-Anonymous

 

When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health.

 

... And now this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this simple, yet eloquent, poem traveling the world by Internet. Goes to show that we all leave "SOME footprints in time".....

 

 

http://www.fineartprintsondemand.com/artists/menzel/head_of_an_old_lady-400.jpg

 

 

An Old Lady's Poem

 

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?

What are you thinking when you're looking at me?

A crabby old woman, not very wise,

Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply

When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,

And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.....

Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill....

Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.

 

I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of ten ...with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters, who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,

Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.

A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,

Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,

Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.

A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,

Bound to each other with ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,

But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.

At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,

Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;

I look at the future, I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing young of their own,

And I think of the years and the love that I've known.

 

I'm now an old woman ...and nature is cruel;

'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,

There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,

And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,

And I'm loving and living life over again.

I think of the years ....all too few, gone too fast,

And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.

 

So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,

...Not a crabby old woman; look closer ...see ME!!

 

 

*********************

 

Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within ...... We will one day be there, too!

 

 

[[Te...]]

PD,

  Thank you for finding this...i saw it some time ago, and it got lost when the automatic file cleaner dumped it...now I will always know where to find it... tex

[[Fl...]]

An Old Lady's Poem

 

-Anonymous

 

When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health.

 

... And now this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this simple, yet eloquent, poem traveling the world by Internet. Goes to show that we all leave "SOME footprints in time".....

 

 

http://www.fineartprintsondemand.com/artists/menzel/head_of_an_old_lady-400.jpg

 

 

An Old Lady's Poem

 

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?

What are you thinking when you're looking at me?

A crabby old woman, not very wise,

Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply

When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,

And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.....

Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill....

Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.

 

I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of ten ...with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters, who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,

Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.

A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,

Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,

Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.

A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,

Bound to each other with ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,

But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.

At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,

Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;

I look at the future, I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing young of their own,

And I think of the years and the love that I've known.

 

I'm now an old woman ...and nature is cruel;

'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,

There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,

And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,

And I'm loving and living life over again.

I think of the years ....all too few, gone too fast,

And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.

 

So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,

...Not a crabby old woman; look closer ...see ME!!

 

 

*********************

 

Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within ...... We will one day be there, too!

PD,

MY BROTHER TEACHES MEDICAL ASSISTING.

AT THE END OF EACH MOD...HE HAS HIS CLASS LEARN THIS POEM AND THEY EACH HAVE A PART AND RECIT IT DURING GRADUATION.

THE LAST CLASS...HE TOOK MY MOM AND HAD HER SIT IN THE FRONT HOLDING HER GRADUATION PICTURE IN ONE HAND, AND A FAMILY PICTURE IN THE OTHER.

IT BROKE MY HEART...I COULD BARELY CONTAIN MY FEELINGS AND TEARS, IN FACT, IT USUALLY BRINGS EVERYONE TO TEARS.

THIS POEM RINGS SO TRUE WITH ME...AS YOU KNOW I TAKE CARE OF BOTH MY MOM AND DAD, AND THESE WORDS ARE EVERYDAY REMINDERS OF HOW OTHERS INCLUDING MYSELF...OFTEN SEE THEM.

WHEN I FIRST READ THE POEM...IT CAUSED ME TO STAND UP AND PAY ATTENTION AND RECOGNIZE MY OWN ACTIONS.

AGE IS A NATURAL PROGRESSION, AND WE ALL NEED TO REMEMBER THIS, AND LIKE YOU STATED...ONE DAY WE WILL BE IN THE SAME SHOES.

 

THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS WITH US.

IT IS A VERY BEAUTIFUL POEM, AND SO TRUE.

 

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP,

FLUTER

[[Li...]]

 

 

Thank you, Perfect Daughter, for your posting of this poem.  From time to time, we all need to be reminded of it's truth.  It will go into my file for safe keeping for future days.

 

I just can't thank you enough.

 

Love to you,

❤

Lily

[[pe...]]

PD,

MY BROTHER TEACHES MEDICAL ASSISTING.

AT THE END OF EACH MOD...HE HAS HIS CLASS LEARN THIS POEM AND THEY EACH HAVE A PART AND RECIT IT DURING GRADUATION.

THE LAST CLASS...HE TOOK MY MOM AND HAD HER SIT IN THE FRONT HOLDING HER GRADUATION PICTURE IN ONE HAND, AND A FAMILY PICTURE IN THE OTHER.

IT BROKE MY HEART...I COULD BARELY CONTAIN MY FEELINGS AND TEARS, IN FACT, IT USUALLY BRINGS EVERYONE TO TEARS.

THIS POEM RINGS SO TRUE WITH ME...AS YOU KNOW I TAKE CARE OF BOTH MY MOM AND DAD, AND THESE WORDS ARE EVERYDAY REMINDERS OF HOW OTHERS INCLUDING MYSELF...OFTEN SEE THEM.

WHEN I FIRST READ THE POEM...IT CAUSED ME TO STAND UP AND PAY ATTENTION AND RECOGNIZE MY OWN ACTIONS.

AGE IS A NATURAL PROGRESSION, AND WE ALL NEED TO REMEMBER THIS, AND LIKE YOU STATED...ONE DAY WE WILL BE IN THE SAME SHOES.

 

THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS WITH US.

IT IS A VERY BEAUTIFUL POEM, AND SO TRUE.

 

LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP,

FLUTER

 

Thanks so much Fluter for sharing that!  That is such a touching story.  Your brother is a very wise teacher.  That would definitely put tears in my eyes also.  I know when I was young that I wasn't very good at looking at older people in the way that this poem suggests.  But the older I get, the more I realize how very profound and true it is!  And I think this poem definitely helps younger people to see beneath the aged exterior to all the memories, wisdom, and love that are inside each and every person.

 

Love,

 

PD

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PD,

  Thank you for finding this...i saw it some time ago, and it got lost when the automatic file cleaner dumped it...now I will always know where to find it... tex

 

 

 

Thank you, Perfect Daughter, for your posting of this poem.  From time to time, we all need to be reminded of it's truth.  It will go into my file for safe keeping for future days.

 

I just can't thank you enough.

 

Love to you,

❤

Lily

 

Tex and Lily,

 

You are both very welcome.  Thank you for taking the time to read it.  I'm glad you liked it! 

 

Love,

 

PD

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"I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door--or I'll make a door."--Rabindranath Tagore

 

Norvegia,

 

thank you for the excellent quote 

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An Old Lady's Poem

 

-Anonymous

 

When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health.

 

... And now this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this simple, yet eloquent, poem traveling the world by Internet. Goes to show that we all leave "SOME footprints in time".....

 

 

http://www.fineartprintsondemand.com/artists/menzel/head_of_an_old_lady-400.jpg

 

 

An Old Lady's Poem

 

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?

What are you thinking when you're looking at me?

A crabby old woman, not very wise,

Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply

When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,

And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.....

Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill....

Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.

 

I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of ten ...with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters, who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,

Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.

A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,

Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,

Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.

A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,

Bound to each other with ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,

But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.

At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,

Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;

I look at the future, I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing young of their own,

And I think of the years and the love that I've known.

 

I'm now an old woman ...and nature is cruel;

'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,

There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,

And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,

And I'm loving and living life over again.

I think of the years ....all too few, gone too fast,

And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.

 

So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,

...Not a crabby old woman; look closer ...see ME!!

 

 

*********************

 

Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within ...... We will one day be there, too!

 

PD

 

thank you for sharing this powerful poem 

 

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:smitten:

 

 

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Isom, just wanted to say hi and i read the Old Womans poem almost had me in tears i guess a Man can feel the same as we both have hearts ! May Love & Peace be yours ~CD

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Isom, just wanted to say hi and i read the Old Womans poem almost had me in tears i guess a Man can feel the same as we both have hearts ! May Love & Peace be yours ~CD

 

CD

Hi, dear friend.

That poem is so powerful

I'm glad PD posted it

Of course, men's hearts are as tender as women's

You are so caring!

this is a loving, generous group on this thread

please take care and wishing you love and peace

Ins