Plato is boring.
Friedrich Nietzsche in Twilight of the Idols, What I owe to the Ancients
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Boring Lonely Day
What to do
On a boring lonely day?
How to have something to do
To keep the blues away?
I have got my papers sorted
And I am faced with a lonely boring day.
I cleaned my home yesterday.
From having a good and fun day,
I am thwarted.
The songs only make me sadder
I am having a boring lonely day.
All my games bore me now
Even when I win, it is a lonely boring day.
Having nothing to do
Makes for a boring lonely day.
And no one to do nothing with
That's the cause of the lonely boring day.
Now that I know the cause
Of my lonely boring days,
I can do something without pause
To cure my boring lonely days.
poem by Lonely People Champion
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If something is boring after two minutes, try it for four. If still boring, then eight. Then sixteen. Then thirty-two. Eventually one discovers that it is not boring at all.
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Perhaps to Basho the twins are boring
He himself does not want
To be imitated
Too boring like
A melon cut into half
Mirroring each other
Aren’t these twins
Boring?
Or Basho was just envious
He may be a poet of his age
But his poems never bore
Him a son
Or a mirror of his own face.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am Never The Best In Anything
I AM NEVER THE BEST IN ANYTHING
I am never the best in anything
Sometimes I am second best
Often I am just mediocre.
A second son
I am never more than second
In all I do.
As I write this poem
I think of many
More rich in metaphor
More wise in complex rhyme
More dazzling in vocabulary
Deeper in Beauty and Meaning
Than me.
Second best, mediocre
Maybe worse
The poet of endless literal complaints
About his own poetry.
Boring boring boring
Second best
Second rate
Not great.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Poetry
Why is poetry so boring?
Everytime I read it,
It leaves me snoring,
Why is poetry so boring?
Some thing it's the art,
But it's an art how?
Poetry comes from the heart,
No wonder boys frown.
Some this it's the words,
With their displeasure,
They are like sour milk curds,
Which are too big to measure.
Poetry is boring,
Everytime I read it,
It leaves me snoring,
That's why poetry is boring.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Bordom
Sitting
Nothing
No sound
Not even the dog in the back
Then a song comes up
Same ol song
Never ending
I just keep pushing play
Thinking
What will tomarrow be like
Nothing
Same ol life
Same ol thing
Nothing changing
Not even the song
Not the dog barking
Not the creaks and cracks of the haunted floor
Not the feel of someone watching
Not the wish of something else
Nothing changeing ever
I guess nothing silent
Just every same thing
Boring
Im lost in bordom
Ready lets push play
dododo
Same ol song
Nothing changeing
Everything the same
Boring life
No Change
Rarely ever
Boring life
click clack
same ol anoying keyboard
Sound coming barely over that boring song
Does anything change
Or is life ment to be Boring
Dull
Nothing life
Was that a sound?
Phone ring?
Some one home?
Or is the nothing boring life getting to me?
Am I going insane?
Still no change
Nothing at all
Push play again
March 2006
poem by Jessie Li here
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What if it's boring - or if it's not boring, it might be too revealing, or worse, it might be too revealing and still be boring.
quote by Lily Tomlin
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I'm Boring
I like you and we get along great.
Like a little bit of pepper with salt for taste.
And I don't want you thinking I'm snooping just to peek,
But I got to use this minute quick to make sure this is it.
I'm boring,
Deeper into you I feel it needed.
I'm boring,
'Cause of possibilities I see.
I'm boring...
Way beyond the meeting of the greeting,
'Cause I see right now you are meant for me.
I'm boring,
Deeper into you I feel it needed.
I'm boring,
'Cause of possibilities I see.
I'm boring...
Way beyond the meeting of the greeting,
'Cause I see right now you are meant for me.
Deeper,
Are the questions of you that I ask.
Deeper,
Are your answers given back to me.
And deeper,
Into ourselves we get...
And this deepness makes us happy.
Deeper,
Are the questions of you that I ask.
Deeper,
Are your answers given back to me.
And deeper,
Into ourselves we get...
And this deepness makes us happy.
I'm boring,
Deeper into you I feel it needed.
I'm boring,
'Cause of possibilities I see.
I'm boring...
Way beyond the meeting of the greeting,
'Cause I see right now you are meant for me.
I like you and we get along great.
Like a little bit of pepper with salt for taste.
Deeper,
Are the questions of you that I ask.
Deeper,
Are your answers given back to me.
And deeper,
Into ourselves we get...
And this deepness makes us happy.
I'm boring,
Deeper into you I feel it needed.
I'm boring,
'Cause of possibilities I see.
I'm boring...
Way beyond the meeting of the greeting,
'Cause I see right now you are meant for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm not a traditional politician, and I have a sense of humor. I'll try to soften it and become boring, maybe even very boring, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to.
quote by Silvio Berlusconi
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An author is a fool who, not content with boring those he lives with, insists on boring future generations.
quote by Charles de Montesquieu
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Transcending Platonic Platitudes
Coxcomb, charlatan and bore,
Plato paved immoral ways for Byron. He
transcended platitudes that bore,
transforming them with his immortal irony.
Inspired by Byron’s lines in Don Juan, CXVI, cited by Roger Scruton in Sexual Desire: A Phiosophic Investigation, p.237:
Oh, Plato! Plato! You have paved the way,
With your confounded fantasies, to more
Immoral conduct by the fancied way
Your system feigns o’er the controlless core
Of human hearts, than all the long array
Of poets and romancers: –– You’re a bore,
A charlatan, a coxcomb –– and have been,
At best, no better than a go-between.
8/29/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Actors are boring when they are not working. It's a natural condition, because they don't have anything to do. They just lay around, and that's why so many of them get drunk. They really get to be boring people. My wife will attest to that.
quote by James Coburn
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Life is intrinsically, well, boring and dangerous at the same time. At any given moment the floor may open up. Of course, it almost never does; that's what makes it so boring.
quote by Edward Gorey
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All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.
quote by Chuck Palahniuk
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Platonic Love
do not mistake
the kind of
love that
plato offers
during
his times
you say
platonic
one that
is pure
and free
from lust
one
that merely
gazes
at the other
without
hormonal
considerations
nothing
chemical
but pure
feelings
of being
intimate
and
sweet
i hear
it once
that plato
also loves
boys
and he
must
have called
it
platonic
baloney
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Perhaps to Basho the twins are boring
He himself does not want
To be imitated
Too boring like
A melon cut into half
Mirroring each other
Aren’t these twins
Boring?
Or Basho was just envious
He may be a poet of his age
But his poems never bore
Him a son
Or a mirror of his own face.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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So Beautiful
I was listening to this conversation
Noticing my daydream stimulated me more
I was crumbling with anticipation
You better send me home before I tumble down to the floor
Youre so beautiful but oh so boring
Im wondering what am I doing here
So beautiful but oh so boring Im wondering
If anyone out there really cares
About the curlers in your hair
My little golden baby where have all your birds flown now
Somethings glistening in my imagination
Motivating something close to breaking the law
Wait a mo before you take me down to the station
Ive never known a one whod make me suicidal before
She was so beautiful but oh so boring
Im wondering what was I doing there
So beautiful but oh so boring Im wondering
If anyone out there really cares
About the colour of your hair
My little golden baby where have all your birds flown now
song performed by by Simply Red
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What Then?
His chosen comrades thought at school
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by rule,
All his twenties crammed with toil;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'
Everything he wrote was read,
After certain years he won
Sufficient money for his need,
Friends that have been friends indeed;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'
All his happier dreams came true –
A small old house, wife, daughter, son,
Grounds where plum and cabbage grew,
Poets and Wits about him drew;
'What then?' sang Plato's ghost. 'What then?'
'The work is done,' grown old he thought,
'According to my boyish plan;
Let the fools rage, I swerved in naught,
Something to perfection brought;'
But louder sang that ghost, 'What then?'
poem by William Butler Yeats
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So Beautifui
I was listening to this conversation
Noticing my daydream stimulated me more
I was crumbling with anticipation
You better send me home before I tumble down to the
Floor
Youre so beautiful but oh so boring
Im wondering what am I doing here
So beautiful but oh so boring, Im wondering
If anyone out there really cares
About the curlers in your hair
My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown
Now?
Somethings glistening in my imagination
Motivating something close to breaking the law
Wait a mo before you take me down to the station
Ive never known a one whod make me suicidal before
She was so beautiful but oh so boring
Im wondering what was I doing there
So beautiful but oh so boring, Im wondering
If anyone out there really cares
About the colour of your hair
My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown
Now?
Text und musik: mick hucknall
Aus dem album life
song performed by by Simply Red
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Being Boring
(tennant/lowe)
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I came across a cache of old photos
And invitations to teenage parties
Dress in white one said, with quotations
From someones wife, a famous writer
In the nineteen-twenties
When youre young you find inspiration
In anyone whos ever gone
And opened up a closing door
She said: we were never feeling bored
cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
When I went I left from the station
With a haversack and some trepidation
Someone said: if youre not careful
Youll have nothing left and nothing to care for
In the nineteen-seventies
But I sat back and looking forward
My shoes were high and I had scored
Id bolted through a closing door
I would never find myself feeling bored
cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend
Now I sit with different faces
In rented rooms and foreign places
All the people I was kissing
Some are here and some are missing
In the nineteen-nineties
I never dreamt that I would get to be
The creature that I always meant to be
But I thought in spite of dreams
Youd be sitting somewhere here with me
cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend
And we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
And we were never being boring
We were never being bored
cause we were never being boring
We were never being bored
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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