Poem: Evening on a Calais beach: Wordsworth

Evening on Calais Beach
By William Wordsworth
1770-1850

IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquillity;
The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea:
Listen! the mighty Being is awake,
And doth with his eternal motion make
A sound like thunder--everlastingly.
Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,
If thou appear untouch'd by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year;
And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.

Poem: Corporate context, a request to marketing

O traveller! What news dost thou bring from far lands?
O'er the seas and across the mountains
And from the expo stands

The plains are weary for want of news
Of interesting events, of competitor ruse
Awaiting the trip update hues

The days are busy, and schedules hectic
Spare a minute, when it does permit
O'er a coffee or a lunch instant
And we’ll make the product tick!

Poem: A friend's engagement

A little birdie sang to me
Of good news from a friend
And sang it did of his to-be
All I had were ears to lend

Of wedding bells that ring aloud
Of happy times and cheer
I ask him if he may be allowed
To share the news more clear!

Poem: Corporate context, campus recruitment

Selection criteria
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They came in well ahead of time
And strode in self-assuredly
All questions solved, eager for more
The eyes they shone unabashedly

I saw in them that adorning spark
Of challenges braved, of hope and faith
The gracious confidence that makes its mark
When tickled potential meets its mate

Poem: The hotel room

The hotel room
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Not oft it is that one does get
The luxury of solitude
A space unique, for the mind, a treat
That the self expands with fortitude

Poem: Thumbi vaa

Little butterfly, my dear friend
Will you fly with me to the hillock’s bend?
We’ll prepare a swing on the marigold’s bough
And sway it happily, high and low

The limitless sky beckons us to touch
With every humble thrust, as much
The golden borders of the carefree clouds
That speak to us of the end of bounds

Up and down, back and forth
Swing we shall in merry mirth
Melodious refrains to hum along
With which we create our own song

Swing and sing we shall in rhythm
Our hearts shall touch the gold that’s within
Until the singer, song and singing
In one final swing, become the being

Poem: View from the airplane

View from the airplane
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Behold the awesome sight, my friend
as we rise above the earth so dear
A thousand homes, a miniscule trend
Rivers, mountains, towns so mere

An alive map with no name-boards
Highways like arteries, canals the veins
Little people with lives so bored
Searching for life’s purpose in vain

In the night, the neon lamps glew
Of cities, they spoke with jazzy hue
The crescent moon came near my window
communed with my view, of the design below

Above the soft and fluffy clouds,
Amidst the dwelling of the gods
T’was a grand and majestic spectacle
And my little mind, the receptacle