Consolation, for the condemned, is to be one of many.
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Were I he or she…
I condemned his assaulting his wife.
I condemned her beating her children.
I condemned his infidelity.
Could I be different if I were in their shoes?
26.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Didn't Understand
Vacuous Julian had the following to say
about our religious beliefs: 'I read, I understood,
I condemned'. He thought we'd be devastated
by that 'condemned', the silly ass.
Witticisms like that don't get by with us Christians.
Our quick reply: 'You read but didn't understand;
had you understood, you wouldn't have condemned.'
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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The Consolations For My Mediocrity
There are many consolations for my mediocrity-
Most are like me
Very few are great-
I tried and wrote what I had to-
I did not give up-
Greatness is a gift of God
I was not given-
A petty person's consolation
In the end perhaps too the greatest
Will know oblivion-
And last and in the end
There is no consolation for having failed.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The myths have always condemned those who ""looked back."" Condemned them, whatever the paradise may have been which they were leaving. Hence this shadow over each departure from your decision.
quote by Dag Hammarskjold
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Psychological factors are critical in supporting immune function. If you suppress this psychological support by telling someone he's condemned to die, your words alone will have condemned him.
quote by Luc Montagnier
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Only Begotten Son
He who believeth in Ja
Shall not be condemned
But he that believeth not
Is condemned already
Only because
He has not believed
In the man and the only begotten son
My Lord
[chorus]
For he so feared the word
He left his only begotten son
To shed his blood
Show that pain is love
But I wont cry
Cause I live to die
Wit my mind on my money
And my guns in the sky [x2]
Yeah
song performed by by Ja Rule from Venni Vetti Vecci
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Never Say Die
Oh who took that shot
Well I couldnt say, I was already down
Oh who set me up
Well I couldnt say cause I saw no one around
Now Im lyin here in desperation
I had it all worked out
Everything I hear is consolation
Ive got this feelin you should never say die
In my fantasy
There were days to come that I wanted so bad
Someone sold me out then it all was done
That dream was all that I had
Now Im lyin here in desperation
I had it all worked out
Everything I hear is consolation
Ive got this feelin you should never say die
song performed by by Europe
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Poetry As Constellation
for Karthik,
'...descend, and of the curveship lend a myth to God.'
You hear
'consolation'
as 'constellation'
when I explain
a poem is a
consolation
work that I
am compelled
to
as a lover
is to traces
pointing
beyond sighs
and windows
where
Arcturus
stands
poised
wheeling
in night's
patient
slow round,
his arrow
strung
forever
ready to
swiftly fly
as am I
along the
spatial curve
of your
arching
thighs.
Thi s, too,
taut,
restrained,
breath held
in perpetua's
swollen
lips of
release -
If you
could only
see what
I see in
your eyes
when the
arrow
finally
flies
[for Karthik ]
poem by Warren Falcon
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The Condemnation
i am condemned to write
without end
because you never loved me
because i never confessed it to you
because if i confess it to you
you shall condemn love in return
vomit all its contents before my face
and love does look like love anymore
i am condemned to write and many shall read
because of pity
i never wanted to be pitied
i have my own dignity.
i shall be writing forever
about love
unrequited, and the world shall know
about a pain without end.
i shall find hope in reincarnation.
i shall be a tree with shiny leaves.
you shall take shade.
i shall be the bed where you shall sleep
the nights of your lifetime.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sexual Trauma
Extensive damages of tissue
And many blisters
It's a picture of a woman
Scared...and alone
-Light doesn't bring consolation
All- embracing pain in the face
Intensified by incomprehension of situations
Breathing space pain again
fleeting dream and nightmares
...Darkness will bring consolations...
Hardly palpable caress
Touch and crawly feeling of the body
In convulsive thrills
Streaming with perspiration and suffering
...Terrible scream...
A raped woman can't see the torturer
She feels his squalid sperm
No! It's absurd
Istn't it true
-Light has brought consolation
But for whom
song performed by by Yattering
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Ask A Woman Who Knows
He stays out every night
And leaves me all alone
He never tells me where he goes
I'm not the only lonely one
Just ask a woman who knows
We used to share our troubles
And the good times too
Now I'm left with all the woes
I'm not the only sorry one
Just ask a woman who knows
The days are long
Oh, but the nights are longer
I got the lonesomest blues
You know my only consolation
Is I ain't got nothing more to lose
So there you have the story
Of a love gone wrong
That used to blossom like a rose
Oh, I'm not the only broken heart
Just ask a woman who knows
(Musical Interlude)
Well my only consolation
Is that I got nothing more to lose
So there you have the story
Of a love gone wrong
That used to blossom like a rose
But I'm not the only broken heart
Just ask a woman
And I'm a woman
Just ask a woman who knows
Oh, yeah
Ask a woman, ask a woman
And I'm a woman
Who knows
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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The Ballad of Jock Dean.
I watched the daylight trickle o'er
the hills behind oor hoose
A sight I'd often seen before
but never through a noose
These shoddy thrown up gallows
where I waited for the crow.
Forget the debt my pal owes,
he'll no help me, this I know.
(Chorus.)
Why have you betrayed yer ain
and left me without hope?
Condemned by my ain twisted wean
tay dance upon the Sheriff's rope.
I swore I would avenge the loss
of all the Laird had stole
The sheriff couldnay gi a toss,
my neck-stretch was his goal.
"A few last words, afore ye go? "
The sarky basturt's shout.
I said nay mer, fur as ye know
he'd had ma tongue ripped out.
(Chorus.)
Why have you betrayed yer ain
and left me without hope?
Condemned by my ain twisted wean
tay dance upon the Sheriff's rope.
The weighted sack tied tay ma feet
drapped sharp before I fell
Ma four weans aw began tay greet
at this, their Da's death knell.
The bag should help tay snap the neck
an quell ma final song
bit no fur me, an instant brek,
the rope was joost too long.
(Chorus.)
Why have you betrayed yer ain
and left me without hope?
Condemned by my ain twisted wean
tay dance upon the Sheriff's rope.
So there I danced the mid-air jig
above the sacred ground
beside the hole they made me dig
my piss sprayed all around.
Twas then I saw my only son
gaze up from my spilt bile
twas then I knew he was the one…
twas written in his smile.
(Chorus.)
Why have you betrayed yer ain
and left me without hope?
Condemned by my ain twisted wean
tay dance upon the Sheriff's rope.
I'll dance forever on his rope.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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The great consolation in life is to say what one thinks.
quote by Voltaire
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Kiss me out of desire, but not consolation.
quote by Jeff Buckley
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Love is not consolation. It is light.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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To Live In A Poor Place Or Suburb
To live in a poor Place or Suburb as bad as a punishable crime
That's how it is and always will be 'tis something that won't change in time
On the road that leads from the poor Suburb it is a long hike to success
Condemned by the street that you live on and condemned by your postal address
Condemned by the judgements of the judgemental to spend their lives in Earthly Hell
Few very few from the poor Suburb in life ever seem to do well
The judgemental arrogant talk of life choices but never of birth circumstance
The homeless youth of Poverty Street of success have such a slim chance
For them life is such a hard battle a tough steep climb all of the way
Where many are doomed for to die young and few live to be old and gray
Where so many do become outlaws and spend most of their lives in jail
They follow in parental footsteps from birth they are doomed for to fail
Those born and raised in the poor Place or Suburb have little hope of happiness
Their life journey is such a tough road with so little chance of success.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Great consolation may grow out of the smallest saying.
It is a consolation to the wretched to have companions in misery.
quote by Publilius Syrus
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