Tagged With "How to fly"
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Re: Domenico has Passed Away
Thank you girls for your kind prayers. Domenico was a very special person. Sending peace, comfort and love. ************************************* Wake up lovers, it is time to start the journey! We have seen enough of this world, it is time to see another. These two gardens may be beautiful but let us pass beyond them and go to the Gardener. Let us kiss the ground and flow like a river towards the ocean. Let us go from the valley of tears to the wedding feast, let us bring the colour of...
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Re: Star shower deviation
The soul is pure light, incorruptible. In the moment of transition it will emerge from the body like a butterfly from its chrysalis. And it will fly and soar high over the routes of Heaven. Thank you Margherita for the beautiful words. You always touch me deeply. Love, Gisele
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Re: Beautiful Colors of Autumn
Thank you all for joining in and for youl lovely images and replies. *************************************************** Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. - George Eliot
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Re: Brainy Animals
All birds that fly south for the winter are intelligent. They know when to leave, where the stops have to be made, and they return to their starting position each spring.
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Re: The Magic of Winter
The Joy of the Snowflake If I were a snowflake, Drifting freely in the sky, I'd make sure of my direction- To fly, and fly, and fly- There is a direction for me on earth. I won't go to the lonely sequestered vale, I won't go to the foothill so quiet and cool, Nor shall I loiter sadly in a deserted street- I'll just fly, and fly, and fly- You see, I have my direction. Gracefully I shall dance in the sky Until I've spotted that pleasant place, Until she comes out to see the garden- I'll fly,...
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Re: The Magic of Winter
Such beautiful messages! Winter's magic, oh how I miss it! Once upon a time ... Ice skating by Margherita Rueger Winter’s icy breath eagerly seeks mine to engulf my throat with its taste of youth. Hit with memories impatient to be savored I allow my mind to take seat in the front row to watch the movie, to let the emotions flow. My soul sails back in time and slips into my body in its season of Spring … The shimmering white field beckons me like a lover and seduces me to let go of all...
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Re: The Magic of Winter
Dear Margherita, Your poem is very beautiful and filled with the magic of winter. Thank you for coming back to Givnology and sharing it with us. Love, Inda
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Re: More About Hummingbirds
Dr. Wong Wylie has been fascinated with hummingbirds for as long as he can remember, not only because they hover, but they are the only bird that can fly backwardfs.
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Re: Victor Hugo
THE GENESIS OF BUTTERFLIES by: Victor Hugo (1802-1885) HE dawn is smiling on the dew that covers The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers That kiss the buds, and all the flutterings In jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings, That go and come, and fly, and peep and hide, With muffled music, murmured far and wide. Ah, the Spring time, when we think of all the lays That dreamy lovers send to dreamy mays, Of the fond hearts within a billet bound, Of all the soft silk paper that pens wound,...
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Re: The Scent of Lilacs
Warble for Lilac-Time By Walt Whitman 1819-1892 Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returning in reminiscence,) Sort me O tongue and lips for Nature's sake, souvenirs of earliest summer, Gather the welcome signs, (as children with pebbles or stringing shells,) Put in April and May, the hylas croaking in the ponds, the elastic air, Bees, butterflies, the sparrow with its simple notes, Blue-bird and darting swallow, nor forget the high-hole flashing his golden wings, The tranquil sunny haze,...
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Re: Classic Summer Poems
Summer By Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) Winter is cold-hearted, Spring is yea and nay, Autumn is a weathercock Blown every way. Summer days for me When every leaf is on its tree; When Robin’s not a beggar, And Jenny Wren’s a bride, And larks hang singing, singing, singing Over the wheat-fields wide, And anchored lilies ride, And the pendulum spider Swings from side to side; And blue-black beetles transact business, And gnats fly in a host, And furry caterpillars hasten That no time be lost...
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Re: Beautiful Colors of Autumn
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. - George Eliot Robert Bateman
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Re: Imprinted in snow
Thank you so much, dear Vicky, dear Sue and dear Sylvie, for the warmth of your words. I am so happy tomorrow I'll fly to Belgium for a week and will enjoy the little ones. Meanwhile I wish you all a good time, see you after Nov. 25th. God bless you all. All my love, Margherita Mommy, daddy and Milo
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Re: Ray Kane, Hawaiian slack-key pioneer has passed away
Fly high Ray...and keep on smiling! Sending love to his family. Peace, Sylvie
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Re: William Butler Yeats
TO AN ISLE IN THE WATER by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) SHY one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight Pensively apart. She carries in the dishes, And lays them in a row. To an isle in the water With her would I go. She carries in the candles, And lights the curtained room, Shy in the doorway And shy in the gloom; And shy as a rabbit, Helpful and shy. To an isle in the water With her would I fly.
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Re: I will not make a sound
Thank you dear Margherita. Your beautiful words fly into eternity. It is very thoughtful of you to welcome us back with your lovely poetry. Love, Sue
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Re: Canvas of Autumn Flowers
Thank you for the beautiful post. I can't believe that fall is here already. Where did the time fly? I picked some pots of Chrysanthemums also on the weekend and put them in front of my house. I planted some in the garden as well. They will be lovely until the frost, and maybe with some luck they will come back next year. Love, Sue
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Re: Remembrance Day
May we remember, but may we also know that wars are no longer wanted. Let us pray for peace, harmony, and love on the planet. In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
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Re: Morning Concert
I always loved this poem, I am sure we could create some very powerful music for it. Love, Vicky
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Re: Slow Down
Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don’t dance so fast. Time is short. The music won’t last. Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You’d better slow down Don’t dance so fast.
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Re: Classic Autumn Poetry
Autumn Birds by John Clare The wild duck startles like a sudden thought, And heron slow as if it might be caught. The flopping crows on weary wings go by And grey beard jackdaws noising as they fly. The crowds of starnels whizz and hurry by, And darken like a clod the evening sky. The larks like thunder rise and suthy round, Then drop and nestle in the stubble ground. The wild swan hurries hight and noises loud With white neck peering to the evening clowd. The weary rooks to distant woods...
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Re: Classic Summer Poems
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh. Tagore
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Re: Autumn Colors Have Arrived
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot Robert Bateman
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Re: Upwards
Thank you from my heart, dear girlfriends, for welcoming me back with such sincere kindness. Oh, and I love all the pictures you have added to your loving comments. Spectacular ... we can fly by simply looking at them! Much love and big hugs. Margherita
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Re: Classic Autumn Poetry
Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh. Rabindranath Tagore Robert Bateman
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Re: Classic Autumn Poetry
The Swan Flies Away The Swan Will Fly Away All Alone, Spectacle of the World Will Be a Mere Fair As the Leaf Falls from the Tree Is Difficult to Find Who Knows Where it Will Fall Once it is Struck with a Gust Of Wind When Life Span is Complete Then Listening to Orders, Following Others, Will Be Over The Messengers of Yama are Very Strong It's an Entanglement with the Yama Servant Kabir Praises the Attributes of the Lord He Finds the Lord Soon Guru Will Go According to His Doings The Disciple...
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Re: Flying Somewhere
This is really funny! When I fly next time I will keep this post in mind and it will all seem less stressful and very funny. Thank you, yoko
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Re: Flying Somewhere
I am happy not to fly anywhere until next summer. Flying has really become quite an unpleasant experience.
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Re: Classic Spring Poems
The Spring By Thomas Carew Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream Upon the silver lake or crystal stream; But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth, And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree The drowsy cuckoo, and the humble-bee. Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring In triumph to the world the youthful Spring. The valleys, hills, and woods in rich...
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Re: More About Hummingbirds
I still like this and the other hummingbird post. Some facts about hummingbirds: They are small and colourful with iridescent feathers. They flap their wings about 80 times per second, and this makes a humming noise. They can fly right, left, up down, backwards, and even upside down. They can also hover by flapping their wings in a figure 8 pattern. Their bill is long and tapered so they can get nectar from the center of long, tubular flowers. Hummingbirds use their feet for perching only,...
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Re: Classic Spring Poems
"Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly--and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing." - Omar Khayyám ****************
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Re: Classic Spring Poems
"Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly -- and Lo! The Bird is on the Wing. The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it." - Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám *******************************
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Re: Classic Autumn Poetry
Autumn John Clare (from The Village Minstrel , 1821) The summer-flower has run to seed, And yellow is the woodland bough; And every leaf of bush and weed Is tipt with autumn’s pencil now. And I do love the varied hue, And I do love the browning plain; And I do love each scene to view, That’s mark’d with beauties of her reign. The woodbine-trees red berries bear, That clustering hang upon the bower; While, fondly lingering here and there, Peeps out a dwindling sickly flower. The trees’ gay...
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Re: Classic Autumn Poetry
STRAY birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh. Rabindranath Tagore
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Re: Classic Autumn Poetry
Aki no hi no – The Color of Autumn Aki no hi no Someta iro nari Aka-tombo! Dyed he is with the Color of Autumnal days, O red dragonfly. [Original: Dyed he is with the color of autumn days O the red dragon-fly ! Author: Bakusui (1718 – 83). http://www.mamalisa.com/blog/a...apanese-haiku-poems/
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Re: Remembrance Day
In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
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Re: Remembrance Day
In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. Remembering those that died in order for us to live in peace.
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Re: Your touch
Your touch so soft Your touch so soft, like the breeze caressing the tender new grass. In response I arch like a rainbow holding you in my coloured strings. We listen to the Earth as she sighs, in quiet pleasure to the song of our souls. The stars hear too, and they claim us, for we belong into their radiance. Once airborne, we are drawn like magnets into ethereal splendour. We fly, we dance, we soar, in love. Deep wonder reflects in our eyes. Your touch so soft …. Love, Margherita
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Re: For my spirit family here
Dear Sandy, Thank you for being here, and for the beautiful flowers. Time seems to fly by for me as well and I can't be here as often as I would like to, but when I do come and see all the loving messages it is pure joy. Love, Inda These are blooming in my garden right now, just for you and Hank:
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Re: Leonardo da Vinci on Art and Science
Thank you dear Teo for this post about Leonardo da Vinci, who is considered by many the greatest genius of all times. What a microcosm he was! Such a wide range of talents in just one person! Fascinating was this man! The combination of art and science allowed him to create some stunning masterworks in so many different fields. His fascination for human flight! Found the following text: "Most people with any knowledge or interest in early attempts at human-powered flight are familiar with...
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Re: Poems by Kabir
My Swan, Let us Fly My swan, let us fly to that land Where your Beloved lives forever. That land has an up-ended well Whose mouth, narrow as a thread, The married soul draws water from Without a rope or pitcher. My swan, let us fly to that land Where your Beloved lives forever. Clouds never cluster there, Yet it goes on and on raining. Don’t keep squatting outside in the yard – Come in! Get drenched without a body! My swan, let us fly to that land Where your Beloved lives forever. That land...
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Re: Emily Dickinson
Fro Nature By Emily Dickinson SHE sweeps with many-colored brooms, And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in, 5 You dropped an amber thread; And now you ’ve littered all the East With duds of emerald! And still she plies her spotted brooms, And still the aprons fly, 10 Till brooms fade softly into stars— And then I come away.
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Re: Emergance
Beautiful Alanna! Emergance inspiring! let's see.. one wonders if one can fly... but of course! Feel free to flap those glorious appendages!!! Thank you for sharing. Love and light being, Teo
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Re: Rufous Hummingbird
These little birds are incredible fliers. Thank you for this information. I am very interested in nature. http://www.wildbirdshop.com/Birding/rufous_hummers.html Like all hummingbirds, Rufous Hummingbirds can hover or fly in any direction swiftly and with ease, but the Rufous Hummer excels in its flying abilities even above other hummingbirds. They are feisty birds, constantly battling each other for possession of a feeder or flower patch. Their flying skill allows them to easily drive off...
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Re: GIVNOLOGY UPGRADE SOON!: Use email to log in.
lol Looks like we were both determined to get here! I kept forgetting to use my e-mail. Oh well, I guess old habits die hard. But let me bang my head on a wall a few times and I do learn. Beam me up, Teo, I'm ready to fly again. Having fun with change
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Re: GIVNOLOGY UPGRADE SOON!: Use email to log in.
ATTACHMENTS WILL RETURN NEXT WEEK!!! 3 years of paying Infopop's bill, making useful suggestions, and what do they do? DELETE MY POST in the support forums listed above... and insult my intellingence in the support ticket about disk usage... hey, mom and pop bird DO need to kick baby bird out of the nest and make him fly huh? I guess so... HARD LOVE... Well I'm just relating THE TRUTH to you here, I give up completely trying to communicate to Infopop/Groupee - why go get insulted more? Why...
