I wanted to get that sense of peace and even boredom that comes with long familiarity.
quote by Debbie Reynolds
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War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War can be defined as long periods of boredom, short burst of terror, seemingly lasting forever, To those who are there, Waiting for another outburst, which never seems to cease.
You Pray, you count all your blessings, the outgoing not what you fear, its the incoming that can't be trusted.
War can be defined as boredom, for those who's life was spared, as the days in between that matters, on those who life spent there.
2008
poem by Charles Garcia
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Familiarity With A New Born Day
the cocks still crow this early morning
same footfalls passing and stamping on the road
the same trails from the house to the market to the church
back home and same sounds of the gate opening and closing
and same chill of the air from the sea to the mountain
over and over again on this familiarity from day one to day one hundred
till the thousandth
this familiarity that breeds contempt
it is trying to kill us all
but there is this thing inside that keeps burning
this fire this light
it tells us keep going for one day this boredom that tries to kill us
shall soon be a big day for you and for all of us
nirvana, heaven, rebirth, the dusts that stick on our feet
wanting to be alive again and be the flowers under the gentle rain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Passion and vision
There must be some familiarity for passion,
Though much familiarity brings aversion
There must be some distance for vision,
Though too long or too short, it blurs the vision.
24.12.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I think early on I knew what I was going to do and it was based a lot on familiarity but it was also because I didn't have a lot of skills. There was nothing I wanted t be. I didn't want to be a doctor. I wanted to be in show business.
quote by Christopher Walken
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The Long Afternoon Became Longer
THE LONG AFTERNOON BECAME LONGER
The long afternoon became longer-
Time had no end and boredom also-
We all know it will eventually pass
But in the middle we are marooned waiting
Without any idea whatsoever of what to do-
I write these lines because I know
Boredom too has its beauty-
And waiting for nothing also its dream-
And out of nowhere there may come
Long into the long afternoon
Far after all the work is done and nothing remains
While waiting is still going on
A small poem to break the monotony
And give meaning back to life.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Comfort of Familiarity
The comfort of familiarity,
Should not give some license
To disrespect openly!
Or disregard others living lives,
As they choose their lives to be.
Who gave who rights to be the mortgagor
And the mortgagee of this 'property'!
The comfort of familiarity,
Imposes on those with opinions expressed.
To feel accepted by a few,
Many drool to impress.
Dressed they seek with pretentions shown,
Just to be suppressed by intentions known!
The comfort of familiarity...
Looks for similarity to address!
To produce annoying conflicts enjoyed,
By those addicted to live with unrest!
Instead of encouraging themselves...
To live no less than their best!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My married friend's woes
This contempt of familiarity
The thing about marriage
Ebbing love, hiatus of 'us'
This domestic barrage
Oh! Courtship, the rush of adrenal
The urgency, the living on edge,
The wanton ways, I prefer,
To this life of predictable drudge.
This daily fret for beer and bread,
Waking up to each other's breath.
The dinner jacket is for others,
And the boxers bore me to death.
Since you asked for the troth,
No point stretching this squabble.
Over fetching groceries, paying bills
Lets, for peace, again, play scrabble.
Lets entertain couples, as trite,
Stamp of boredom, their marriage
''Please pick my mom up tonight'
I meant her when I said baggage.
And honey, why do I see a yawn
escape you, I cant stand the sight.
This injured look on your face
You know, sex is for Saturday night.
poem by Shuchika Sahay
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Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?
quote by Arthur Helps
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I'm very lonely,
Im very lonely,
So lonely I'm I,
So lonely,
That I thought of metaphysic's,
So lonely that I thought, I sit boredom,
Is metaphysics a sense of boredom,
So lonely like the moon,
Is it because other's are hell, ?
So lonely like the sun,
Is it because of no man to trust, ?
Very lonely,
So lonely,
That I can only trust the earthly volition,
So lonely,
That these people Increased my afflctions and agony,
So lonely that I think of the official thought's,
Is time so Official that it gave us another chance to survive.?
Egoism and vicissitude's,
Don't take me there,
Take me here,
No where are we going, ?
Do we human's really know where we be going, ?
Or are we just guessing and living it up.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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All I Ever Wanted
All I ever wanted was a peaceful life,
but all I ever got was trouble
and a lot of strife.
I wanted at times
was to be left alone in my own company,
but always people wanted to crowd me,
for what reason I’m not sure.
I still long for peace and quiet
something I never seem to get.
I want to sit and dream at times
without being disturbed.
However, that is easier said than done
for every quiet moment I seem to get
someone wants to disturb it with endless chatter
I don’t care much about.
So I close my ears
and hope that they will go away.
28 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Poem Before Shabbat
The poem before Shabbat
Wanted to be a happy one-
It wanted to be one in which all preparations made
And the mind able to rest and forget-
The poem before Shabbat
Wanted to leave the world of the everyday behind
And move to another realm
Of Sanctity and Peace-
The poem before Shabbat
Wanted to be on the verge
Of a new soul a new world
Of Joy and Peace-
Of Shabbat.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Remember That Day In My Life
'twas early morning
when i climbed
the mango tree
and at the top
i sat on the big branch
for a long time
i looked at the
tranquility of the barrio
where i spent
my childhood
i breathed the air
filled my lungs with
so much peace
i did not have anything in mind
except that little escape
from every day's boredom
'twas a day without words.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The life of the creative man is lead, directed and controlled by boredom. Avoiding boredom is one of our most important purposes.
quote by Susan Sontag
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In Memory Of The Unknown Poet, Robert Boardman Vaughn
But the essential advantage for a poet is not, to have a beautiful world with which to deal: it is to be able to see beneath both beauty and ugliness; to see the boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
T. S. ELIOT
It was his story. It would always be his story.
It followed him; it overtook him finally—
The boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
Probably at the end he was not yet sorry,
Even as the boots were brutalizing him in the alley.
It was his story. It would always be his story,
Blown on a blue horn, full of sound and fury,
But signifying, O signifying magnificently
The boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
I picture the snow as falling without hurry
To cover the cobbles and the toppled ashcans completely.
It was his story. It would always be his story.
Lately he had wandered between St. Mark’s Place and the Bowery,
Already half a spirit, mumbling and muttering sadly.
O the boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
All done now. But I remember the fiery
Hypnotic eye and the raised voice blazing with poetry.
It was his story and would always be his story—
The boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
poem by Donald Justice
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Before, for me, peace could have been synonymous with boredom.
quote by Isabelle Adjani
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Only the most acute and active animals are capable of boredom. - A theme for a great poet would be God's boredom on the seventh day of creation.
quote by Lewis Cass
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There will never be peace
As long as
someone can pull out a gun
to shoot someone dead
as long as
someone can dropp a bomb
on some strangers head
there will never be peace
no there will never be peace
in this world
as long as
someone can start a war
based on a pack of lies
as long as
someone ignores the truth
when they look deep in your eyes
there will never be peace
no there will never be peace
in this world
if this is progress
we haven't come too far
if this is progress
we don't know who we are
if this is progress
we are worlds apart
if this is progress
we'd better go back to the start
as long as
someone stabs you in the back
and sticks the knife in good
as long as
someone walks without shame
in streets paved with blood
there will never be peace
no there will never be peace
in this world
The chief product of an automated society is a widespread and deepening sense of boredom.
quote by Cyril Northcote Parkinson
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Is It Not Surprising That A Friend Writes About Prayers Today?
how can i say that i did not like what he wrote days ago,
about his eroticism somewhere in the hospital
in the room locked by him with his victim
(the willing victim, who does what he tells
as he struts his masculinity around her
as he spreads his legs while, allegedly she bows before him
like he is the god of sex
as she lays before him, naked and all willing to bare it all and have it all
on graveyard shifts,
it was not funny, and he felt so sexy with his stories, which may not be
at all true, it all depends on his capacity for
truth, or imagination, and then today he shifts his gears
praying to the saints, asking God for divine mercy,
and lots of invocations for peace and harmony and what not,
sometimes i ask, does he ever know what a split personality is all about?
what i know is that sometimes we just play with words,
chase our own shadows, and make stories just to fill our boredom
i guess, he is just transformed, from profance to profound, and he must have
felt the sense of home, the self, the temple of something divine
at least, with a sense of dignity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Took Me All The Way
(eric carmen)
(come on)
When we made love tonight
I swear it felt just like the first time
You took me all the way
I heard you say
You know we can't be wrong
So take me all the way
I need you now
I've wanted you so long
In all of my life, there's no one else
You're still the one
And when you touch me now
The world stands still just like the night when
You took me all the way
I heard you say
You know we can't be wrong
So take me all the way
I need you now
I've wanted you so long
In all of my life, there's no one else
You're still the one
I recall when i looked into your eyes
Ooh, i knew it was meant to be
Then you pulled your body close to mine
Ooh, i shivered when you whispered
"please"
(come on)
"please"
(come on)
"i need to know what it's really like, come on"
(come on)
"come on"
(come on)
I'll show you what it's really like
I'll show you what it's like
I'm gonna show you my love
You took me all the way
I heard you say
You know we can't be wrong
So take me all the way
I need you now
I've wanted you so long
In all of my life, there's no one else
You're still the one
You took me all the way
I heard you say
You know we can't be wrong
So take me all the way
I need you now
I've wanted you so long
You took me all the way
I heard you say
You know we can't be wrong
So take me all the way
I need you now
I've wanted you so long
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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