Morning Jazz

“And before your ego feeds shame into the mouth of your confidence”

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Fear no more the heat o’ the sun William Shakespeare

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun|A Song by William Shakespeare

This song is a very famous song from the play Cymbeline. It simply means that you need not really fear death. Death is inevitable. Each one of us, be it royalty or the common class, everyone eventually will “come to dust”. All that we do and all that we become will lose its existence one day. And we need not fear it.

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J. W. Cassandra: Ki a fák alatt elhalad

Who Walks Along the Trees, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. Trees are the marvel, the charm, the wonder in our lives, they are the sentinels of our lives – and the lungs of the planet… They give us, humans a shelter and a base for living: oxygene, firewood, house, fence, furniture, stick – cradle and coffin… And they give us the marvel of life. They sustain and accompany our lives. Let’s guard them together!

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Who Walks Along the Trees, by J. W. Cassandra

Who Walks Along the Trees, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. Trees are the marvel, the charm, the wonder in our lives, they are the sentinels of our lives – and the lungs of the planet… They give us, humans a shelter and a base for living: oxygene, firewood, house, fence, furniture, stick – cradle and coffin… And they give us the marvel of life. They sustain and accompany our lives. Let’s guard them together!

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J. W. Cassandra: A fák kétszer érnek égig, 2. rész

The Trees Reach up to the Skies Twice, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. I illustrated my poem with the photo of the hill nearby our home, with a windmill – and without the trees that had stood there as sentinels about for 75 years. All the poplars are cut down – and there’re no saplings, just the bald hill, that had been surrounded by a fence… Horror! Even irresponsibility! Trees are the lungs of the planet… And they give us, humans a shelter and everything: firewood, house, fence, furniture, torch, oxygene… – cradle and coffin… And they give us the marvel of life. They accompany our lives – and we humans see them reaching up to the skies when we are little children and are open for marvels, yet – and at very the end of our particular life… Let’s guard them together!

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J. W. Cassandra: A fák kétszer érnek égig, 1. réaz

The Trees Reach up to the Skies Twice, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. I illustrated my poem with the photo of the hill nearby our home, with a windmill – and without the trees that had stood there as sentinels about for 75 years. All the poplars are cut down – and there’re no saplings, just the bald hill, that had been surrounded by a fence… Horror! Even irresponsibility! Trees are the lungs of the planet… And they give us, humans a shelter and everything: firewood, house, fence, furniture, torch, oxygene… – cradle and coffin… And they give us the marvel of life. They accompany our lives – and we humans see them reaching up to the skies when we are little children and are open for marvels, yet – and at very the end of our particular life… Let’s guard them together!

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The Trees Reach up to the Skies Twice, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra

The Trees Reach up to the Skies Twice, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. I illustrated my poem with the photo of the hill nearby our home, with a windmill – and without the trees that had stood there as sentinels about for 75 years. All the poplars are cut down – and there’re no saplings, just the bald hill, that had been surrounded by a fence… Horror! Even irresponsibility! Trees are the lungs of the planet… And they give us, humans a shelter and everything: firewood, house, fence, furniture, torch, oxygene… – cradle and coffin… And they give us the marvel of life. They accompany our lives – and we humans see them reaching up to the skies when we are little children and are open for marvels, yet – and at very the end of our particular life… Let’s guard them together!

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The Trees Reach up to the Skies Twice, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra

The Trees Reach up to the Skies Twice, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. I illustrated my poem with the photo of the hill nearby our home, with a windmill – and without the trees that had stood there as sentinels about for 75 years. All the poplars are cut down – and there’re no saplings, just the bald hill, that had been surrounded by a fence… Horror! Even irresponsibility! Trees are the lungs of the planet… And they give us, humans a shelter and everything: firewood, house, fence, furniture, torch, oxygene… – cradle and coffin… And they give us the marvel of life. They accompany our lives – and we humans see them reaching up to the skies when we are little children and are open for marvels, yet – and at very the end of our particular life… Let guard them together!

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J. W. Cassandra: Ki tudja?

Who Knows?, by J. W. Cassandra. The poem I wrote 2 days ago and haven’t put into any of my volumes yet. Hungarian version I wrote only yesterday. Please, take it on any language as a motivation… I hope, I can give through the essence.

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Who Knows?, by J. W. Cassandra

Who Knows?, by J. W. Cassandra. The poem I wrote 2 days ago and haven’t put into any of my volumes yet. Hungarian version I wrote only yesterday. Please, take it on any language as a motivation… I hope, I can give through the essence.

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Look To This Day Kalidasa Poem

Look To This Day | Poem by Kalidasa

This poem is a perfect word of wisdom for all the people. This tells you the importance of today. The fact that you are able to breathe, it gives you the list of possibilities, the buffet of the courses of action from which you can wisely choose the best one.

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Invictus William Ernest Henley Poem

Invictus – William Ernest Henley Poem

We’re not promised a life absent trials and suffering. While horrific events have sidelined many men, William Ernest Henley refused to be crushed on account of hardship.

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J. W. Cassandra: Béke-versek: Banális, Isteni torzkép, És ma?, Ma

Peace-poems: Banal, Divine Caricature, And Today? Today, by J. W. Cassandra. The poems had been written scattered in time: poem “Banal” I wrote in 1982 yet, when I was only 20. Poem “Divine Caricature” was written in 2011 and, the last 2 of them was created recently. I joined them as peace-poems, though the 2nd one belongs to my volume II, Sun-book, cycle Triumph of Peace. All the others I haven’t placed into any of my volumes, yet. I felt so that nothing changed from 1982, so I share this ‘short cycle’. Maybe, somebody will think of it…

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Peace-poems: Banal, Divine Caricature, And Today?, Today, by J. W. Cassandra

Peace-poems: Banal, Divine Caricature, And Today? Today, by J. W. Cassandra. The poems had been written scattered in time: poem “Banal” I wrote in 1982 yet, when I was only 20. Poem “Divine Caricature” was written in 2011 and, the last 2 of them was created recently. I joined them as peace-poems, though the 2nd one belongs to my volume II, Sun-book, cycle Triumph of Peace. All the others I haven’t placed into any of my volumes, yet. I felt so that nothing changed from 1982, so I share this ‘short cycle’. Maybe, somebody will think of it…

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Exposure | A poem by Wilfred Owen

Exposure | A Poem by Wilfred Owen

This is one of the finest poems written by Wilfred Owen, in the backdrop of WWI.
In this poem, he talks about how the soldiers sentiently keep waiting for the possible exposure to death, in the poorest of weather conditions. Always ready to die, their brains ache. ‘But nothing happens’. It highlights the effect of the weather on battle-weary soldiers and in addition puts their plight into context when it momentarily touches on the dream of a return home.

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