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The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
a fleet of birds
in the sky
forming an arrow
cutting across the wind
Day after day up there beating my wings
with all the softness truth requires
I feel them shrug whenever I pause:
they class my voice among tentative things,
Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Her Mother's Epitaph
A worthy matron of unspotted life,
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,
Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.
Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi.
'O Cæsar, we who are about to die
Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk—
Walked out of my home ten years, walked out in my honking
Many decades after graduation
the students sneak back onto
the school-grounds at night
and within the pane-lit windows
It is believed ~ that life is splendid
Like a vibrant rainbow in the distance
Each hue mirrors our sentiments
And we express our aspirations
Am being sent to, sent to
A fine finishing school
For a refresher course
for a refresher course
". . . Consider that the meritorious services of the Sergeant Instructors attached to the Egyptian Army haue been inadequately acknowledged. . . . To the excellence of their work is mainly due the great improvement that has taken place in the soldiers of H.H. the Khedive." -- Extract from Letter, 1897
Said England unto Pharaoh, "I must make a man of you,
May you wake up on January 1st,
finding that the world has not come
to an end, the lights work, the water
faucets flow, and the sky has not fallen?
ON a rocky peak once sat I early,
Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving;
Stretch'd out like a pall of greyish texture,
All things round, and all above it cover'd.
'Twas in scientific circles
That the great Professor Brown
Had a world-wide reputation
As a writer of renown.
A man had attained great excellence in the art of wrestling, who knew three hundred and sixty exquisite tricks and daily exhibited something new. He had a particular affection for the beauty of one of his pupils whom he taught three hundred and fifty-nine tricks, refraining to impart to him only one. At last the youth had attained such power and skill that no one was able to contend with him and he went so far as to say to the sultan: "I allow superiority to my teacher on account of his age and from gratitude for his instruction but my strength is not less than his and my skill equal." The king, who was not pleased with this want of good manners, ordered them to wrestle with each other and a spacious locality having been fixed upon, the pillars of state and courtiers of his majesty made their appearance. The youth made an onslaught like a mad elephant with an impulse which might have uprooted a mountain of brass from its place but the master, who knew that he was in strength superior to himself, attacked him with the rare trick he had reserved to himself and which the youth was unable to elude; whereon the master, lifting him up with his hands from the ground, raised him above his head and then threw him down. Shouts were raised by the spectators and the king ordered a robe of honour with other presents to be given to the teacher but reproached and blamed the youth for having attempted to cope with his instructor and succumbed. He replied: "My lord, he has not vanquished me by his strength but there was a slender part in the art of wrestling which he had withheld from me and had today thereby got the upper hand of me." The master said: "I had reserved it for such an occasion because wise men have said: “Do not give so much strength to thy friend that, if he becomes thy foe, he may injure thee.” Hast thou not heard what the man said who suffered molestation from one whom he had educated?
Either fidelity itself does not exist in this world
Or nobody practices it in our time.
Old as I am, for lady's love unfit,
The power of beauty I remember yet,
Which once inflamed my soul, and still inspires my wit.
Walpole talks of "a man and his price."
List to a ditty queer --
The sale of a Deputy-Acting-Vice-
When Newton saw an apple fall, he found
In that slight startle from his contemplation--
'Tis said (for I 'll not answer above ground
For any sage's creed or calculation)--
In pious times, e'er Priest-craft did begin,
Before Polygamy was made a sin;
When man, on many, multiply'd his kind,
Here, my dear friend, is a new book for you;
I have already dedicated two
To other friends, one female and one male,--
The instructor said we'd better get back quick
I shouted back what's the big rush
If I'd had known I would have felt a bit sick
And probably in a bit of a flush
From fear to courage to control of Nature man has advanced by knowledge;
But the crooked ones at the top helm of affairs spoil to destruction of all;
Nature is inspirer and instructor of all things of knowledge and life to mankind;
This friend, philosopher and guide how can anyone think of destroying ever?
Leslie Holden came from East Adelaide a South Australia town
When on 26 May 1915 he enlisted in the 4th Light Horse of the AIF renown
He was a driver when the 4th left for Egypt and the war
Then volunteered for the Australian Flying Corps for flying and adventure for more
The instructor challenged his students to
write a short love poem of fifteen words or less.
I thought for a moment and
then I raised my hand to reply.
It was late in the balmy springtime, and I was attending a lecture,
On a topic of great interest, which was the history of architecture.
As a great lover of beauty, I admired structural geometric designs,
Name: Matloob Bokhari
Rank : Air Commodore
Decoration : Sitare-e-Imtiaz (Military)
The instructor is not in the room
He's a faceless, long distance prompt
And I have no manual and no schedule
In seventy four we were just lads
They lined us up
In front of the Drill Hall
All a bit strange to us
He got onto the plane with the young pilot and had
him take off into the wind."Now fly low to the left of
the forest fire and make a few passes..."
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