But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.
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Hear the Cry of the Violin
A sobbing of
the bow-stroked stings.
Thicken the air
and choke with grief.
What sad songs
this instrument plays
worthy to ode
to Tragedy.
Tears roll down a hardened cheek;
slender bow lifts,
and then...
en fin.
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Columns Of Solomon
She sat near the columns of Solomon,
her green liquid pools
overflowing their banks
and running down in streams
across her petite features.
The dreams they had were shattered
as the sword was thrust into his heart
draining his life away
on grasslands far away.
She sit alone now
near the columns of Solomon
her petite features stained
with tears flowing
for her lost love
gone now from her forever.
23 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Listen and Hear
Rain, Wind, Snow
Water dripping (from a faucet)
Love, Sadness, Madness, Anger, Joy
Tears of Sorrow
Tears of Joy
Tears of Anger
Tears of Moy
A child laughing
Giggling, prancing, dancing about
A child laughing, a child playing, a child
These are the things that I will miss
These are the things that make me cry
These are the things that fill me with joy inside
These are the things that make the world go round
These are things
Things are these
Listen
Listen and Hear
poem by Zooey Lichty
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Dissipation is a form of self-sacrifice.
quote by Eric Hoffer
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I contend that every woman has the right to feel beautiful, no matter how scrambled her features, or how indifferent her features.
quote by Marie Dressler
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Men do not die from overwork. They die from dissipation and worry.
quote by Charles Evans Hughes
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Rain Tears
Rain, tears, rain, tears,
Melding in torrential fears:
Chill of cloud; saddened eye-
In either way, a latent cry.
Rain, tears, rain, tears,
Married under sceptic jeers:
‘They'll never last.' Methinks not true, for
Either way, forever blue.
Rain, tears, rain, tears,
Simple love with lacy cares,
Their intercourse will ne'er refrain
From rain and tears and tears and rain.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Mother's Talk
My features form with a change in the weather
Weekend
We can work it out
My features form with a change in the weather
Weekend
We can work it out
When the wind blows
When the mothers talk
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the mothers talk
When the wind blows
We can work it out
It's not that you're not good enough
It's just that we can make you better
Given that you pay the price
We can keep you young and tender
Following in the footsteps of a funeral pyre
You were paid not listen now your house is on fire
Wake me up when things get started
When everything starts to happen
My features form with a change in the weather
Some of us horrified
Others never talk about it
But when the weather starts to burn
Then you'll know that you're in trouble
Following in the footsteps of a soldier girl
It is time to put your clothes on and to face the world
Don't you feel your luck is changing
When everything starts to happen
Put your head right next to my heart
The beat of the drum is the fear of the dark
My features form with a change in the weather
song performed by by Tears For Fears from Songs From The Big Chair
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Self-sacrifice which denies common sense is not a virtue. It's a spiritual dissipation.
quote by Margaret Deland
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The mind is but too naturally prone to pleasure, but too easily yielded to dissipation.
quote by Frances Burney
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Mothers Talk
My features form with a change in the weather
Weekend
We can work it out
My features form with a change in the weather
Weekend
We can work it out
When the wind blows
When the mothers talk
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the mothers talk
When the wind blows
We can work it out
Its not that youre not good enough
Its just that we can make you better
Given that you pay the price
We can keep you young and tender
Following in the footsteps of a funeral pyre
You were paid not listen now your house is on fire
Wake me up when things get started
When everything starts to happen
My features form with a change in the weather
Some of us horrified
Others never talk about it
But when the weather starts to burn
Then youll know that youre in trouble
Following in the footsteps of a soldier girl
It is time to put your clothes on and to face the world
Dont you feel your luck is changing
When everything starts to happen
Put your head right next to my heart
The beat of the drum is the fear of the dark
My features form with a change in the weather
song performed by by Tears For Fears
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Sleepy
What sleep arranges us can be the one,
The one that meant how special to thicken.
poem by Naveed Akram
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These Things.
These things are sent to try us,
Gran said, her thumb
Moving itself over
The well-worn beads
Of her dark wood rosary;
Her eyes taking in the crucifix
On the wall above her bed.
You sat watching her thumb
Moving its way back and forth
Over the round black beads,
Her arthritic fingers clutching
Blue blankets and white sheet.
Never tries us beyond our strength,
She added, the strained features
Mingling with the yellow taint
Of wrinkled skin. You wondered
Who sent the things to try her,
Whose bounty of gifts left
Small tears wedged in the corners
Of her eyes, pushed out words
Between harsh sighs.
poem by Terry Collett
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Here Comes The Tears
Once I dreamed that love would come and sweep me up away
Now it seems lifes passed me by, Im still alone today
Here come the tears
Looks like itll always be the same
No one here to comfort me
Here come the tears
All alone, no one cares.
So much to give to you all out there.
Take me now, in your arms.
Let me rest, safe from harm.
Ohhh.... I want to be loved...
I need to be loved...
Wont somebody love me....
(solo)
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears...
Here they come, here come the tears... *
(* repeat two more times in background)
Here come the tears...
Here come the tears...
Here come the tears...
Here come the tears...
Here come the tears, ohhh
Here come the tears, ohhh
Here come the tears
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Outside The Rain Begins To Fall
do you remember it?
the rain, it was outside us when we parted
the boat left a furrow on the sea
and the waves ran until everything was calm
and then i went inside a room
the windows all glass
the drapes dusty
and the tables and chairs so cold
like our feelings
and then outside the rain began to fall
when you left
i just watched the dissipation
just that
things happened and we let them be
we were not the masters of our fate
the stars write their lines
and they take the course
of the journey
we followed suit without a single question
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Winter Comes...
Where once the spring
Shone in our faces,
Tugged at our heart-strings
Danced at our traces,
Now there are chills,
Portents inside us,
Shadows from far-off hills
Now walk beside us.
Love came and went,
Followed its calling,
Left us to rue the chance
Glance of each falling,
Tears followed laughter,
Sadness brought pain,
Love flowed down gutters
With every spring rain.
What of the children
Laughing beside us?
Spring turned to summer
And quickly denied us;
Scorched our intentions
And scratched all our itches;
Where are the children now?
Hedgerows and ditches!
So much for summer, one
Long dissipation,
Autumn leaves spiral
And pile desolation,
Deep in our hearts those old
Tears are still falling,
Dark clouds are gathering
As winter comes calling.
15 March 2008
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Untitled No. 1
In mornings shes so regal that the valley sighs
In the chilly sea that killed her real slows
Now were swimming luck by the river doll by our sides
Fill the cup with these sleepy souls
Semicargo
Its clear that some things never take
Semicargo
Please, heal these tears
Semicargo
She will feel like at tea, make me laugh all along
With such feats like sex only brought upon
Oh lady, oh baby, maybe Ill live my lies alone
Jesus, up here, hear me, i, up up up up oh ah
Semicargo
Its clear that some things never
Semicargo
Please, heal these tears
Semicargo
Semicargo
Semicargo
Semicargo
Semicargo
We steal these tears
Semicargo
Its clear that some things never take
Semicargo
Its clear that somethings never
Semicargo
Please heal these tears
Ah how
Semicargo
Ah how
Some things never
Semicargo
Ah how
Never never
song performed by by David Bowie
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Peter The Dealer
We were waiting for peter, the dealer,
He comes in the evening when were fussing in bed.
He says, good morning, heres your breakfast,
And give us plates of stone.
Take a pinta blood each from us to give to the poor.
We count the windows in the cities and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it in the cupboard when youre out.
We were waiting for peter, the wheeler,
He comes in the morning when were fast asleep.
Gives us a trip thats spending hundred years in a day,
And takes a bone each from us to give to the dogs.
We count the wrinkles on the globe and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it on the shelf when you rap.
We were waiting for peter, the blower,
He comes in when were fixing snow on rock.
Gives us orange juice laced with sunshine and spring,
And takes a heart each from us to give to the world.
We count the memories that are lost and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
Throw it in the ocean when you go.
We were waiting for peter, the weaver,
He comes in a flash when were wide awake.
Says the world cant give us answers
cause its stuttering in its mind.
Takes a head each off us to give us some peace.
We count the lights in the universe and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Peter The Dealer
We were waiting for peter, the dealer,
He comes in the evening when were fussing in bed.
He says, good morning, heres your breakfast,
And give us plates of stone.
Take a pinta blood each from us to give to the poor.
We count the windows in the cities and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it in the cupboard when youre out.
We were waiting for peter, the wheeler,
He comes in the morning when were fast asleep.
Gives us a trip thats spending hundred years in a day,
And takes a bone each from us to give to the dogs.
We count the wrinkles on the globe and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it on the shelf when you rap.
We were waiting for peter, the blower,
He comes in when were fixing snow on rock.
Gives us orange juice laced with sunshine and spring,
And takes a heart each from us to give to the world.
We count the memories that are lost and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
Throw it in the ocean when you go.
We were waiting for peter, the weaver,
He comes in a flash when were wide awake.
Says the world cant give us answers
cause its stuttering in its mind.
Takes a head each off us to give us some peace.
We count the lights in the universe and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Drought
My tears my tears which water my mind
My tears my tears which make me strong
Tears of joy, tears of every kind
Tears of my sorrow, in my sorrowful song
Weeping tears never more
It is gone, it is gone my hearts manifestation
My tears, my tears my eyes adore
The tears of my soul, my only consolation
But never more, will my eyes leak
I can cry no more, for death did steal
The tears of me, forever dry and weak
My tears, my joy, my life's zeal…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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