After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
quote by Emily Dickinson
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After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs –
The stiff Heart questions 'was it He, that bore,'
And 'Yesterday, or Centuries before'?
The Feet, mechanical, go round –
A Wooden way
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought –
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone –
This is the Hour of Lead –
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –
First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –
poem by Emily Dickinson
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
After great pain, a formal feeling comes --
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs
The stiff Heart questions, was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
The Feet, mechanical, go round --
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought --
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone --
This is the Hour of Lead --
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow --
First -- Chill -- then Stupor -- then the letting go --
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Wind Chill
The door of winter
is frozen shut,
and like the bodies
of long extinct animals, cars
lie abandoned wherever
the cold road has taken them.
How ceremonious snow is,
with what quiet severity
it turns even death to a formal
arrangement.
Alone at my window, I listen
to the wind,
to the small leaves clicking
in their coffins of ice.
poem by Linda Pastan
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A Breathe of Fresh Air
I'm a deep thinker
And I'm just trying to live my life
Who am I?
The answer is, I'm not quite sure
I have that feeling
The feeling in your stomache
The feeling behind your ribs
That feeling that just can't let you be
The pain
Well can I even call it that
It's not quite pain
It's absence of pain
It's just the feeling
The feeling that's always present
I just want it to go away
Please just go away
I want to breathe freely
I want a breath of fresh air that isn't soiled
Soiled by the feeling
The feeling of pain
Or is it the absence of pain
poem by Aerin Andre
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Scars
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Ive stood upon my mountaintop
And shouted at the sky
Walked above the pavement
With my sense amplified
--- I get this feeling
All my nerves are naked wires
Tender to the touch
Sometimes super-sensitive
But who can care too much?
--- I get this feeling
Scars of pleasure
Scars of pain
Atmospheric changes
Make them sensitive again
Each emotional injury
Leaves behind its mark
Sometimes they come tumbling out
Like shadows in the dark
--- I get this feeling
When I think about all I have seen
And all Ill never see
When I think about the people
Who have opened up to me
--- I get this feeling
Snow falls deep around my house
And holds the winter light
Ive heard the lions hunting
In the serengeti night
--- I get this feeling
Forests turned to factories
And river, sea, and sky
Hungry child in the desert
And the flies that cloud her eyes
--- I get this feeling
Pleasure leaves a fingerprint
As surely as mortal pain
In memories they resonate
And echo back again
song performed by by Rush
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The Most Painful is Neglect
Pleasure and pain limit to sensory nerves.
Pride and disgrace get to center nerves.
Neglect and abandonment pierce to its core.
There lies hell the old must learn to live with.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cool Tombs
When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs he forgot
the copperheads and the assassin . . . in the dust, in the
cool tombs.
And Ulysses Grant lost all thought of con men and Wall Street,
cash and collateral turned ashes . . . in the dust, in the
cool tombs.
Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in
November or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder? does she
remember? . . . in the dust, in the cool tombs?
Take any streetful of people buying clothes and groceries,
cheering a hero or throwing confetti and blowing tin
horns . . . tell me if the lovers are losers . . . tell me if any
get more than the lovers . . . in the dust . . . in the cool
tombs.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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As The Worm Turns
One day youre thinking that maybe youre feeling better
And youre probably an ok person, if only you had a job...
Through the hollow tombs can see them
Through their mouths I can hear them praying for pain
But its only a game
Listen, man, I know
That things are really rough
And everybody gets you
And life is really tough
But I know that deep down inside
Theres a feeling that rides
All the way to the end
Thursday you sit in your room with the lights turned out
And you dont answer the door
Friday morning looks sunny and bright
Like its going to be a good day
And it would be if only you had a job
Time is on your side, youre young
Dont waste your time today
song performed by by Faith No More
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Las The Worm Turns
One day youre thinking that maybe youre feeling better
And youre probably an ok person, if only you had a job...
Through the hollow tombs can see them
Through their mouths I can hear them praying for pain
But its only a game
Listen, man, I know
That things are really rough
And everybody gets you
And life is really tough
But I know that deep down inside
Theres a feeling that rides
All the way to the end
Thursday you sit in your room with the lights turned out
And you dont answer the door
Friday morning looks sunny and bright
Like its going to be a good day
And it would be if only you had a job
Time is on your side, youre young
Dont waste your time today
song performed by by Faith No More
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Condition Critical
Oh the tension's mounting
The pressure starts to show
All the men in haunting
Please don't let me go
(Don't go)
Try to free my body
(Don't go)
Try to strap me down
(Don't go)
These'll never break me
(Don't go)
Free wheel to look at me
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
The bells they are ringing
Or is it in my head
My nerves numb understanding
I'm falling out of bed
(Don't go)
So call it paranoia
(Don't go)
I don't see it that way
(Let's go)
You say I adore ya
(Hell no)
We're gonna rock they way
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
Ooh ooh
Whips and chains
Don't feel no pain
What's so wrong
I think I'm going out of my head
Over heels
I can't feel
No pain, only pleasure
Get me out
Take me home
Can't you see my condition
Woo-woo-woo
Condition
Condition
Condition critical, critical
Condition
Condition
Condition critical
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical (Cynical)
Condition
Condition
Condition critical, critical
Condition
Condition
Condition critical, critical
Condition
Condition
Condition critical, critical
Condition
Condition
Condition critical, critical
Condition
Condition-aca
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Take The Pain Away! (january 22 2011)
i sit here away feeling the pain
the pain of losing you
the pain of being alone.
the pain of my heart breaking
the pain of longing for you.
the pain that my pasted has made for me
the pain the razor makes when it slides across my arm to make me get away from the pain inside.
the pain has taken over my life never giving me a min to be happy
please won't you take the pain away please!
poem by juggalette Tiffany ann
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That Anxious Feeling inside You
Do you ever get that anxious feeling in your gut?
You have a good life but it’s still there,
You don’t have everything but enough and it’s still there,
Well your uneasy nerves are playing tricks
An’ only you can make it fix, for
It isn’t going to happen, if it does so what.
Get your mind to your nerves to play tricks,
If it’s raining that’s your drinking gaining,
Laugh and love your life...that will surely fix,
Now you’s ava nice day, every day!
Then let the new you stick to the facts,
Take it easy rider and relax.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Shedding The Old Man
Shedding the old man.
I feel I should.
And feeling great enough,
To say that I can.
So why not?
Philosophies adopted as to what is old,
I don't accept to reflect to others...
A perception of it.
To sit and portray aging that way.
I don't limp!
I hop.
With pain felt or hot.
Because I am shedding the old man.
Even though in the mornings,
It may take me a while to stand.
Shedding the old man.
I feel I should.
And feeling great enough,
To say that I can.
So why not?
Now...
If I can only remember,
Where I put my glasses.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Birth of A Feeling
There was a great storm in my mind,
I heard the thunder pounding in my heart,
Even lightning struck through my nerves,
The condition senseless and unusual,
The vibrations so intense and vivid,
My heart so determined and focused,
The muscles pulling and stretching,
My heart was in a labour room,
The birth of a feeling
I saw you and I liked you,
My sight impregnated my heart,
The world longed to witness the day,
Behold the day has came,
My heart in a state of shock,
Holding in its hand a feeling,
Behold let the day be remembered
The birth of a feeling
In an unexpected labour room,
With an unexpected general populacy,
For an unexpected pure lady,
A feeling was born, for her
Should the feeling die a young one,
Or should it reach adulthood,
It is a question of faith, yes
Spare her the good news,
Or keep the feeling a secret,
For how long will i hide the feeling,
For the birth I alone knows,
Yet the death we dont expect
I am falling for you,
Yet falling without you,
In the womb still I was not sure,
The doubts of a child in the womb,
I skipped my period and I knew,
Yes I was pregnant with a feeling for you,
Celebrate this birthday with me,
The birth of a feeling
You may never be the parent,
But the child is for you,
Adopt it maybe, or abandon it maybe,
It shall so mightly grow and grow,
Oh beautiful feeling of mine,
I celebrate, the birth of a feeling
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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When I enrolled in college at age 19, I had a total of eight years of formal classroom education. As a result, I was not comfortable with formal lectures and receiving regular homework assignments.
quote by Philip Emeagwali
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Whatever Gets You On
Picked up the paper
flipped through the pages
reached for my coffee cup
yes, I'm still waking up
late in the day now
what can I say now
some folks are morning people
I never was one of those
all the same
I'll get in the game
give me muddy, muddy water
now I'm feeling better
you know whatever gets you on
and keeps you up right past the dawn
I'm feeling good now
I'm feeling great now
let's do the town now
vodka and tonic
a touch of the chronic
I trade my days for nights
I love the city lights
none of your business
who I might sleep with
some things are bad for me
and some things I just can't resist
all the same (I don't worry)
I'll get in the game (I don't worry)
give me muddy, muddy water
now I'm feeling better
you know, whatever gets you on
and keeps you up right past the dawn
I'm feeling good now
I'm feeling great now
let's do the town now
I'm feeling so free-wheelin'
and it's so hard to maintain
fascinate me
medicate me
'cause I can't get over the pain
picked up the paper
flipped through the pages
coffee and cigarettes
turn on the tv set
night time is falling
people are calling
I like to watch them run
round and round and round
you know, whatever gets you on
and keeps you up right past the dawn
I'm feeling good now
I'm feeling great now
let's do the town now
song performed by by Fastball
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The Jews are the most tenacious people in history. Hebron is there to prove it. It ties 20 miles south of Jerusalem, 3,000 feet up in the Judaean hills. There, in the Cave of Machpelah, are the Tombs of the Patriarchs. According to ancient tradition, one sepulcher, itself of great antiquity, contains the mortal remains of Abraham, founder of the Jewish religion and ancestor of the Jewish race. Paired with his tomb is that of his wife Sarah. Within the building are the twin tombs of his son Isaac and his wife Rebecca. Across the inner courtyard is another pair of tombs, of Abraham's grandson Jacob and his wife Leah. Just outside the building is the tomb of their son Joseph. This is where the 4,000-year history of the Jews, in so far as it can be anchored in time and place, began.
Paul Johnson in A History of the Jews, Chapter One: Israelites (1987)
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Loving The Pain
pain,
some people hate it,
some people despise it,
but me, i love it
the pain it lets me know im still alive,
even when i think im dead
the pain is a great ally
but it can also be a great enemy
when the pain becomes great
it destroys you from the inside
tearing down the walls
and exposing you to a new world
a world of pain and living
poem by Brandon Brooks
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Consciousness
consciousness
the realm where
past, present and future
can communicate
with each other
sometimes, when
at a little chore
you can feel your mind
strike a chord with the past
you suddenly feel
in a denser realm,
a wierd wired feeling
and you know
a part of you
is somewhere out there,
in the past
your nerves react
and your mind
picks up what
it sent out
a thousand years ago
and sometimes, again
like the past, your mind
chooses at an appropriate time
to send out vibes
you are sure to pick up
a thousand years from now
evolution trappings
it comes in the same way
always a weird wired feeling
nerves and mind communicating through time
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Why Me?
Why me?
Why does it seem like bad thing happen to me.
Is it wrong?
To think that I’m the only one with bad luck.
What do you do?
You want to ease the pain but, how.
Will it ever end?
It don’t seem to go anywhere.
Who will help me through?
When I’m feeling down?
Will somebody show me the damn way?
Somebody got to know.
I feel like I’m all alone.
Nobody want to admit that there’re in pain.
What the fudge that about?
Population of 1 is really not that cool.
Will anybody give a damn?
How I’m feeling?
Will anybody care?
Somewhat, but can’t understand the pain.
The pain that I want to ease, deep inside.
All because you not by my side.
Life is really messed up.
Taking people you care about away,
Leaving you here with pain.
Nothing you can do.
Except sit and cry
And ask god why.
Why take them?
Is there a good reason?
If that the case take me too.
Take me from this pain.
Take me because it what you do.
You took my friend, and yet you can’t end mine.
No matter how much I beg or cry.
You want me when it my time.
When will that be?
When I decide I want to end this pain,
Once and for all.
11-06-08
poem by Mona Martinez
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