In that city that does not dream

In that city that does not dream

Its sins ,its foundations, its lost souls

Its lies, its lights , its secrets

Its filth, its gardens, its bone graves

Darkness fills the skies

Winter all over again

Rains flood the night

Cries hount the air

Trees fallen by the side

Those ears that never heard a song

Those eyes that never saw colour

Those hands that never touched beauty

Those hearts that never felt loved

Its memories, Its death, Its dreams

Sleeping in the shadow of sorrow

In that city that does not dream

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Think Wisely

For every thought that reflects your mind,

There is a thought that reflects you.



Life is today, what it may not be tomorrow,

But what is tomorrow is upto you.



For every minute that reflects your day,

There is a minute that reflects you.



Your thoughts are today,

What your words are tomorrow.



Think wisely.

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A Sunk Feeling

The one thing less likely to make a right than two wrongs is one wrong mulishly pursued.



We pick an option , make a decision, chart a course. And then it turns out that we have picked, made or charted incorrectly.



If this is a decision in business, there always is the choice to go back, reevaluate and rechart the process and get out from the sunk costs. Investments of time and money than can be made up.



What should we do, if this is a decision in life?



Investments of time that we cant get back . A stake in the past should not affect the decisions about the future. Making a mistake and not admitting , it is just hurting yourself twice. Sticking it out, despite the wrong choice , it is just hurting yourself over and over.



A foolish consistency, An indecision. A sunk feeling

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What will your verse be?

Dead Poets Society

Peter Weir



Keating: We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse." That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?



Keating: Now I'd like you to step forward over here. They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? --- Carpe --- hear it? --- Carpe, Carpe Diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.



Keating: O Captain, my Captain. Who knows where that comes from? Anybody? Not a clue? It's from a poem by Walt Whitman about Mr. Abraham Lincoln. Now in this class you can either call me Mr. Keating, or if you're slightly more daring, O Captain my Captain.



Keating: No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.



Keating: We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse." That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?



Neil: I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life ... to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.





Hopkins: The cat sat on the mat.

Keating: Congratulations, Mr. Hopkins, yours is the first poem to have a negative score on the Pritchard scale. We're not laughing at you. We're laughing near you. I don't mind that your poem had a simple theme. Sometimes the most beautiful poetry can be about simple things, like a cat or a flower or rain. Poetry can come from anything with the stuff of revelation in it. Just don't let your poems be ordinary.



Keating: A man is not "very tired". He is exhausted. Don't use "very sad." Use, come on Mr. Overstreet, you twerp.

Knox: Morose?

Keating: Exactly. "Morose." Language was developed for one endeavor, and that is, Mr. Anderson. Come on, are you a man or an amoeba? Mr. Perry.

Neil: Uh, to communicate?

Keating: Nooo!! To woo women!



Todd: Truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. Kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream.



Keating: Now we all have a great need for acceptance, but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own, even though others may think them odd or unpopular. Even though the heard may go " That's bad." Robert Frost said, " Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I, I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference." I want you to find your own walk right now, your own way of striding, pacing: any direction, anything you want. Whether it's proud or silly. Anything. Gentlemen, the courtyard is yours. You don't have to perform. Just make it for yourself.



List of Poems in Dead Poets Society





She Walks In Beauty - Lord Byron

The Ballad of William Bloat - Raymond Calvert

The Prophet - Abraham Cowley

To the Virgins, Make Much of Time - Robert Herrick

The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

The Congo - Vachel Lindsay

Sonnet XVIII - William Shakespeare

Excerpt from Ulysses - Alfred Lord Tennyson

Excerpt from Walden - Henry David Thoreau

O Captain My Captain - Walt Whitman

O Me! O Life! - Walt Whitman

Song of Myself XVI - Walt Whitman

Song of Myself Section 52 - Walt Whitman

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Her Silence

King Mongkut (Chow Yun-Fat): When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening.

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The natural state of mankind

John Quincy Adams (Anthony Hopkins): The natural state of mankind is instead -- and I know this is a controversial idea -- is freedom... is freedom. And the proof is the length to which a man, woman or child will go to regain it once taken. He will break loose his chains. He will decimate his enemies. He will try and try and try, against all odds, against all prejudices, to get home.

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like a box of chocolates

Forrest Gump (Tom Hanks): My Mama always said life is like a box of chocolates: you never know what you're gonna get...

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Happy Birth-Day

Ali Khan, Nusrat Fateh - October/13/1948

Backus, Georgia - October/13/1900

Boetuis, Holger - October/13/1901

Brooke, Walter - October/13/1914

Bruce, Lenny - October/13/1925

Brusse, Ellen - October/13/1950

Campbell, Tisha - October/13/1968

Carter, Chris - October/13/1956

Chapman, Edward - October/13/1901

Coley, John Ford - October/13/1951

Dalton, Lacy J. - October/13/1948

Davis, Taryn - October/13/1985

Day,Laraine - October/13/1917

Douglas, S. Ashanti - October/13/1980

Friedland, Georges - October/13/1910

G, Ali - October/13/1971

Gill, Claes - October/13/1910

Grey, Lady Jane - October/13/1537

Griffith, Talley - October/13/1972

Hagar, Sammy - October/13/1947

Haggar, Sammy - October/13/1948

Harper, Derek - October/13/1961

Hiltunen, Ari - October/13/1956

Howard, Jean - October/13/1910

Howie, Tara - October/13/1973

Jones, Jerry - October/13/1942

Kerrigan, Nancy - October/13/1969

Kerwin, James - October/13/1973

Lawrence, Bryan - October/13/1909

Leppanen, Kaisu - October/13/1904

Livi, Ivo - October/13/1921

Marks, Gerald - October/13/1900

Matsushima, Nanako - October/13/1973

McCain, Cady - October/13/1969

McMullan, James - October/13/1938

Menon, Sreekesh - October/13/1978

Miller, Justin - October/13/1969

Montand, Yves - October/13/1921

Moran, Patsy - October/13/1903

Mouskouri, Nana - October/13/1934

Namase, Katsuhisa - October/13/1960

O'Neal,Jermaine born on October 13, 1978

Osmond, Marie - October/13/1959

Pickard, Helena - October/13/1900

Pickles, Wilfred - October/13/1904

Pierce, Paul - October/13/1977

Preston, Kelly - October/13/1962

Rice, Jerry - October/13/1962

Rivers, Glenn - October/13/1961

Rollens, Jack - October/13/1902

Russell, Nipsey - October/13/1924

Sanders, Summer - October/13/1972

Schneider, Rob - October/13/1965

Shaw, Wilbur - October/13/1902

Simon, Paul - October/13/1941

Sky, Jennifer - October/13/1977

Sissako, Abderrahmanc - October/13/1961

Sorensen, II, Poul - October/13/1906

Tal, Shiraz - October/13/1974

Tatum, Art - October/13/1909

Thatcher, Margaret - October/13/1925

Thorpe, Ian - October/13/1982

Tiffin, Pamela - October/13/1942

Torreton, Philippe - October/13/1965

Troup, Bobby - October/13/1918

Vermolen, Ellemieke - October/13/1976

Wilde, Cornel - October/13/1915

Wilson, Desmond - October/13/1946

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Around the corner, I have a friend .

Around the corner, I have a friend .

In this World, With no end.



The days go by and weeks rush off,

Before I know , years run by.

I never see her face, or hear her voice

Life is swift , its insane race,



She knows I like her just as well,

In those days when I rang her bell.

And we rode around in my car,

We were younger then,



All busy and fancy now

Rushing and Pushing our separate ways



Tired of playing a foolish game,

Tired of trying to make a name.

"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on her"

" Just to show that I'm thinking of her."



Tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,

Distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner, lives my friend,

In a corner far far away.



Around the corner , many miles away.

Along the ways , I remember her.

I know she does the same.



Around the corner, a vanished friend.

In my dreams, In my prayers.



Around the corner, I have a friend .

In this World, With new beginings

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Hearty Smile

Faith can win hearts and a smile can bring happiness

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Mindless Slaves

Slavery of the mind is perjury on the soul

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My Meetings.

My Meetings.



People meet and depart

By taking or breaking heart

leaves behind the memory of past

Which forever long last.



The unexpected meeting

changed the world around me

Which was so beautiful as it could never be

Everyday was an excitement which now i can't find



The days are gone leaving me behind.

Now, the sweet memory becomes a mere dream

Whenever thought comes; the eyes gleam.

A weak expectation remains together

The hopeful eyes searching rather.



The fabled days had been swept away

With the time and disappeared in the haze

But the memory altogether remains

The heart wanting the time to repeat again.

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