Poem for Wishing Good Luck for New Job

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World, Take Good Notice.

WORLD, take good notice, silver stars fading,
Milky hue ript, weft of white detaching,
Coals thirty-eight, baleful and burning,
Scarlet, significant, hands off warning,
Now and henceforth flaunt from these shores. 5

Walt Whitman

Yet Do I Marvel

I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The little buried mole continues blind,
Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die,
Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus
Is baited by the fickle fruit, declare
If merely brute caprice dooms Sisyphus
To struggle up a never-ending stair.
Inscrutable His ways are, and immune
To catechism by a mind too strewn
With petty cares to slightly understand
What awful brain compels His awful hand.
Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:
To make a poet black, and bid him sing!

Countee Cullen

A Job for McGuinness

Oh, it's dreadful to think in a country like this
With its chances for work - and enjoyment
That a man like McGuinness was certain to miss
Whenever he tried for employment.

He wrote to employers from Bondi to Bourke,
From Woolloomooloo to Glen Innes,
But he found - though his wife could get plenty of work -
There was never a job for McGuinness.

But perhaps - later on - when the Chow and the Jap
Begin to drift down from the tropics,
When a big yellow stain spreading over the map
Provides some disquieting topics,

Oh, it's then when they're wanting a man that will stand
In the trench where his own kith and kin is,
With a frown on his face and a gun in his hand -
Then there might be a job for McGuinness!

Andrew Barton Paterson

Miranda

My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
As the poor and sad are real to the good king,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.

Up jumped the Black Man behind the elder tree,
Turned a somersault and ran away waving;
My Dear One is mine as mirrors are lonely.

The Witch gave a squawk; her venomous body
Melted into light as water leaves a spring,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.

At his crossroads, too, the Ancient prayed for me,
Down his wasted cheeks tears of joy were running:
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely.

He kissed me awake, and no one was sorry;
The sun shone on sails, eyes, pebbles, anything,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.

So to remember our changing garden, we
Are linked as children in a circle dancing:
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
And the high, green hill sits always by the sea.

W. H. Auden

Good neighbours

To my shame I’ve been mending fences again…
a quaint habit I inherited from my father;
he would rather fix a fence than parley
repair, and that it is where our views diverged.
He said fences were meant to make good
neighbours. In the intervening years I had it
wrong, believing a fence was a line of defence
along a disputed border. In my father’s sense
it was the commencement of a wider duty,
a line where trust and respect must meet
and mesh, where neighbours are
defined. I wish he could assess the null prospect
of my much maligned neighbour redressing
his self-indulgent ways, of rising in stature.
Today he watched me fix the fence – naturally
it made eminent sense to him as my cattle had
raided his space. When I said it was his fence too,
that the problem was shared he agreed, and
thanked me for making repairs. I would that
he could have read my face.
© I.D. Carswell

Ivan Donn Carswell

Good-Night

Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
Let us remain together still,
Then it will be good night.

How can I call the lone night good,
Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight?
Be it not said, thought, understood --
Then it will be -- good night.

To hearts which near each other move
From evening close to morning light,
The night is good; because, my love,
They never say good-night.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

A multitude of rulers is not a good thing. Let there be one ruler, one king.

Homer

How good his Lava Bed,
To this laborious Boy --
Who must be up to call the World
And dress the sleepy Day --

Emily Dickinson

ASS, n. A public singer with a good voice but no ear. In Virginia City, Nevada, he is called the Washoe Canary, in Dakota, the Senator, and everywhere the Donkey. The animal is widely and variously celebrated in the literature, art and religion of every age and country; no other so engages and fires the human imagination as this noble vertebrate. Indeed, it is doubted by some (Ramasilus, _lib. II., De Clem._, and C. Stantatus, _De Temperamente_) if it is not a god; and as such we know it was worshiped by the Etruscans, and, if we may believe Macrobious, by the Cupasians also. Of the only two animals admitted into the Mahometan Paradise along with the souls of men, the ass that carried Balaam is one, the dog of the Seven Sleepers the other. This is no small distinction. From what has been written about this beast might be compiled a library of great splendor and magnitude, rivalling that of the Shakespearean cult, and that which clusters about the Bible. It may be said, generally, that all literature is more or less Asinine. "Hail, holy Ass!" the quiring angels sing; "Priest of Unreason, and of Discords King!" Great co-Creator, let Thy glory shine: God made all else, the Mule, the Mule is thine!" G.J.

Ambrose Bierce

A long life may not be good enough, but a good life is long enough.

Quoted by Benjamin Franklin

If I do the right kind of a job, I don't know whether I am going to be here four years from now. -- John F. Kennedy (to Richard M. Nixon, right after the Bay of Pigs invasion, 1961).

John F. Kennedy

To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost.

Gustave Flaubert

The sin which makes you sad and repentant is more liked by Allah than the good deed which turns you arrogant.

Imam Ali

Good ideas alter the power balance in relationships, that is why good ideas are always initially resisted. Good ideas come with a heavy burden. Which is why so few people have them. So few people can handle it.

Hugh Macleod

There is nothing better than the encouragement of a good friend.

Katharine Butler Hathaway

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

Homer

Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Blessed are the weak who think that they are good because they have no claws.

Baruch Spinoza

An economist's guess is liable to be as good as anybody else's.

Will Rogers

Say little, and love much; give all; judge no man; aspire to all that is pure and good.

White Eagle