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It is a sobering thought that when Mozart was my age, he had been dead for two years.

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It is sobering to consider that when Mozart was my age he had already been dead for a year.

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The revolutionary Mozart is the Mozart of his last eight years.

quote by Wolfgang Hildesheimer
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A sobering thought what if, at this very moment, I am

quote by Jane Wagner
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A sobering thought: what if, at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential?

quote by Jane Wagner
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I know how sobering and exhausting parenthood is. But the reality is that our children's future depends on us as parents. Because we know that the first years truly last forever.

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I owe very, very much to Mozart; and if one studies, for instance, the way in which I write for string quartet, then one cannot deny that I have learned this directly from Mozart. And I am proud of it!

quote by Arnold Schoenberg
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Friends Within The Darkness

I can remember starving in a
small room in a strange city
shades pulled down, listening to
classical music
I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife
inside
because there was no alternative except to hide as long
as possible--
not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance:
trying to connect.

the old composers -- Mozart, Bach, Beethoven,
Brahms were the only ones who spoke to me and
they were dead.

finally, starved and beaten, I had to go into
the streets to be interviewed for low-paying and
monotonous
jobs
by strange men behind desks
men without eyes men without faces
who would take away my hours
break them
piss on them.

now I work for the editors the readers the
critics

but still hang around and drink with
Mozart, Bach, Brahms and the
Bee
some buddies
some men
sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone
are the dead
rattling the walls
that close us in.

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poem by Charles Bukowski
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What A Sobering Thought Indeed

What a sobering thought indeed, half the world will die in unbelief,
And the other half by God's Grace will believe to experience relief.

And when they take their last breath, they will see Eternal Death,
But you can live, if you believe, within the time that you have left.

Then, not only will you experience God's relief from all your strife,
But through God's Grace and Mercy, you will receive Eternal Life.

This present Age of Grace, is God's Mercy towards all men on earth,
No matter what you think you're worth, you can experience new birth.

Your rebirth is when you believe, and God opens up your eyes to see,
That you my friend are just like me and we were both born to believe.

To the natural man this is foolishness, which leads one to unbelief,
And because he has no belief, he lives his life in and out of grief.

But The Lord offers more than just Eternal Life at your life's end,
As He will fill your life with joy and a peace you can't comprehend.

God through The Holy Spirit also helps you my friend to understand,
There's only one who can forgive your sins and He is The Son of Man.

For the Son of Man came to die to give his life as a ransom for many,
The Spotless Lamb who died a death to save vile sinners so unworthy,

What a sobering thought indeed, that God allowed The Lord to bleed,
To watch His Only Son die on a tree, to save a wicked wretch like me.

poem by Bob Gotti
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That Music Extraordinaire, Mozart

That music extraordinaire, Mozart,
Who from his tender days, played with desire
Musical from the bottom of his heart.

Sweet notes from his music he did impart
That captivated audience to admire
That music extraordinaire, Mozart,

Whose tones can set an emotion to start
With a charm to have their hearts raised on fire
Musical from the bottom of his heart.

With pleasant pace from his great style of art
Is such that shows he was such a live wire,
That music extraordinaire, Mozart,

Whose harmony when heard is nice and smart
Can cheerfully raise hearts to go much higher
Musical from the bottom of his heart.

Joy occurs from such wonders that does chart
In tremendous ways that truly inspire.
That music extraordinaire, Mozart,
Musical from the bottom of his heart.

poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
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You know, in the beginning when your first payroll comes up and you have to borrow money to meet the payroll, you lose sleep the night before, and you say to yourself real fast, 'Well, maybe I should keep working a couple more years. It's sobering.

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Mozart wrote so many works in his thirty-five years that it would take a lifetime just to write out the notes. We literally do not know how he did it.

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To me, Mozart is our Shakespeare, the one who wrote the most dramatic, psychologically most baffling music. He combined ideas that no one else would have thought of putting together.

quote by Lukas Foss
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Doppelganger or Such Like.

You remind me
of my brother
the woman said
after mass

meeting you
at the back
of the church
poor guy you thought

to look like me
and then the other day
while sipping a latte
at a Nero coffee house

you saw her again
sitting in the corner
with her husband
who was reading a paper

she looked up
saw you and smiled
some essence of her youth
held in there

at least in spirit
who is that?
your son asked
a woman from church

who says I look like her brother
you said
and what does her brother
look like?

he said
me I guess
you replied
taking in the Mozart music

in the back ground
some minuet
that Judy liked
some decades ago

whom you almost
made it with
until her parents
came home

before the time
they said
and she jumping up
altering her clothes

face bright and red
the woman's husband
put down the newspaper
and sipped his espresso

giving you a nod of recognition
you the guy
whom his wife said
looked like her brother

though he saw
little likeness
save for the beard
and moustache

and that look
about the eyes
you think
taking in his expression

imagining his thought process
he taking no notice
of the Mozart minuet
or knowing Judy's

white underwear
or red dress.

poem by Terry Collett
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Amadeus Mozart, con.k-365

What they adore
Is his genius
His music
Soaring to the heavens
Without so much
Effort

Effortlessly magnificent
Amadeus Mozart
And his music
Tossing me
From sea cap to sea cap
In my sea dreams

Piano notes ruffling
Like the windy beach
Waffling to the shore

Piano notes
Trickling
On my window pane
Like a soft rain
Playful
To the vines
On my window pane

What they adore
Is his genius
Soaring to the heavens

I envy him
Amadeus Mozart
His music grows like a river forever flowing

I do not mind if in there I drown
And die with a single note

He died in the sea drinking all the salty notes
Of Amadeus Mozart

Dehydration in the most musical fashion.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sobering up was responsible for breaking up my marriage. That's what it couldn't stand.

quote by James Taylor
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Please Be Quiet

He spoke and spoke so many words
and she just silently thought.
He had an opinion on everything.
She listened and then she sought
silence again, just said Amen
to all those words he said,
Soon thoughts came to her head.

She thought about life.
She thought about love.
She thought about
all he was speaking of.
She thought about nights
where silence prevailed.
She thought about days
where the speaking assailed
her ears.
She'd been thinking and thinking
for too many years.
The quietness was peaceful
but now brought her to tears.

For she missed the sound
of all his words.
She missed everything he said.
He was gone and all was quiet
for all his words were dead.
The thoughts were still there.
The words were not.
And what was it he said?
She forgot.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Don't Like Flowers

I don't like flowers - they do remind me often
Of funerals, of weddings and of balls;
Their presence on tables for a dinner calls.

But sub-eternal roses' ever simple charm
Which was my solace when I was a child,
Has stayed - my heritage - a set of years behind,
Like Mozart's ever-living music's hum.

poem by Anna Akhmatova
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The Dead End

THE DEAD END

The dead end
The road no longer open
Years to live
With nothing to do in them.

So many years wasted writing my works
No one will ever want them
More and more the sense
No one should.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Welcome Your Thoughts

Friend I welcome your thoughts even if you disagree with what I say,
For it may give me the opportunity to send a thought or two your way.

Please bear with me if I should stumble on a word or two of my own,
The only words that really matter have been spoken from God's throne.

You may thrive on man's opinion while avoiding the Word of the Lord,
I'll stay in God's Eternal Word that's sharper than a two edged sword.

God's Word penetrates the soul and spirit, the heart of all mankind,
And He changes lives forever, giving sight to the spiritually blind.

Man's wisdom is simply based in pride and leads to man's exaltation,
While God's wisdom from above leads us to God's Eternal Salvation.

Once a worldly philosopher had decried that the living God was dead,
He may have thought he was wise, but God lives and he died instead.

This fool found out God was indeed alive and he had to face His Rod,
And it is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.

But my friend the same hands that deal with sin with sobering wrath,
You will find were open to the whole world on Calvary's bloody path.

In Isaiah it says “Come now, let us reason together, ” says the LORD.
My friend just as in Isaiah's day today the same message is implored.

And it doesn't matter what you think or say you haven't been ignored,
Humble yourself like Isaiah did for Christ is knocking on your door.