I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
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I believe that man will not merely endure. He will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
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Privilege Kicks - A Meditation In Paces Near William Faulkner's Grave
'I believe that when the last ding-dong of doom has
clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging
tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even
then there will still be one more sound: that of man's
puny, inexhaustible, voice still talking! …not simply
because man alone among creatures has an inexhaustible
voice, but because man has a soul, a spirit capable of
compassion, sacrifice and endurance'
— William Faulkner - Nobel Prize Banquet Speech
*
A sign, green background, yellow
lettering, in a Mississippi graveyard,
reads:
'WILLIAM FAULKNER
The creator of
Yaknapatawpha county,
whose stories about his
people won him the Nobel
Prize, is buried twenty steps
east of this marker.'
*
There the happy Worm feasts.
Walk as many paces as you want and you arrive at this:
Here lies the 'Ding Dong of Doom.'
Not puny at all, such is the voice of man.
Red and dying, post-coital.
One reaches for the dawn even at sunset, strikes a match.
Dispatches left over tension in first exhalations.
Confront the Bear.
Human underwear, male/female, sad, drapes a chair beside
a bed, a bookshelf near.
A sign unseen except on a cigarette pack says:
WARNING: The Surgeon General has determined that
paces, any paces, forward, aft, left, right, cannot
defeat what is hoped for in the contents of this
package which allude to 1) satiation 2) compassion
3) sacrifice [which means 'to make sacred']
4) endurance [a man's hope, a woman's genius].
Should one or none of these arrive return then
to a cemetery gate. Note that just beyond the
entrance is a garbage can. Ponder. Possibly say
(infinite possibility) aloud; possibly, even,
make another marker, saying:
'Death is a deed.
Death is a clean sorrow.
It is natural to weep -
Even a waste basket in a cemetery.'
Look out for the Bear,
any Bear of any kind.
Turn toward it. Invite it:
'Given the choice between the
experience of pain and nothing,
I would choose pain.' - Faulkner
With as many paces as is necessary (be generous)
take a vote at each headstone, plot, marker, monument,
sunken soil indicating human remains. What would they
choose, 'nothing or pain? '
What would you?
Ignore signs no matter how
useless underwear, male/female,
in a grave
Know that for both 'wear'
(forget 'where' which is
or will be obvious) and
'grave, ' the word 'under'
is the operative one.
And yours is the only voice now,
gravitas.
What is concealed beneath matters most,
then the ongoing translation for what
continues to measure paces, what may even
be spoils of the living, either way either
or each indicates there is life after all.
Gather, shall we, by
a pacing river, beauteous,
shining in its endurance,
singing of endurance
which may arrive strangely
ding-dong, brutal,
utterly satisfied:
'A mule will labor ten years
willingly and patiently for you,
for the privilege of kicking you
once.' - Faulkner
poem by Warren Falcon
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What Is Sure and Certain
What is sure and certain
Is death
Who is dead and who is living
Who is learned who is not
Not easy to tell.
We are here to endure
Everything that are
Transitory fleeting temporary
We are here to endure
cold and heat and rise and fall.
We should know pain and pleasure
We are here to feel and endure
And we know nothing is certain
Nothing is sure.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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That Depends On the Enlightenment of Your Consciousness
How much more pain can you endure?
That's a good question!
How much more would you like?
Would you like that with or without an appetitizer?
You seem to prefer your suffering done,
With a full voicing of complaint.
You seem to have awaited,
The moment of its infliction.
Then you began...
A whining without constraint!
How much more pain can you endure?
How much more would you like?
When did you decide,
That an enduring of it...
Brought to you more dignity?
And enhanced your pride in others' eyes?
How much more pain can you endure?
You seem to enjoy it with cocktails.
Or at least with others,
Who feel their afflictions...
Increases a degree of a perceived patriotism!
And of course...
No end appears in sight for your noble sacrifice.
How much more pain can you endure?
That's a good question!
But I am sure,
When you begin to hold yourself accountable for it...
You will awaken to discover,
The foolishness of your decision.
And those you believed had your best interests...
Kept you in pain to obtain their own gains!
And how much of their gain,
Can you endure at your expense?
That depends on the enlightenment of your consciousness.
And your willingness to seek some answers,
When you have been detoxed from your addiction!
Without the need to martyr or bleed away,
Your right to a peace of mind...
That has obviously become no one's concern!
And this is a lesson,
You aren't the only one...
That has to learn!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Voice? ...
On this World Voice Day
It's a duty of us all
A pause for reflecting
Thanking the Creator
And all those who gave
And those who keep giving
Their voice for Love
For their wishes for Peace
And for the deepest Lament!
It's the voice of the Humanist
It's the voice of the Actor
It's the voice of the Poet
It's the voice of every Artist
It's the voice of the Scientist
The voice of the voiceless
And the voice of those able to voice it
Yet... they're deprived of doing so
And it doesn't reach us
As it would be fair, though!
April 16,2012
poem by Maria C. Costa
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ENDURE...by talile ali
INTRO AND CHORUS
I GOT THE POWER
YOU GOT THE POWER
WE GO TTHE POWER
TO ENDURE
V1
LIFE CAN BE GRITTY
LIFE CAN BE SWEET
LIFE CAN BE UGLY
LIFE CAN BE NEAT
V2
RUNNING FOR SOMETHING
RUNNING IN TIME
RUNNING TIL YOU ARE LEFT BEHIND
V3
THE WHEELS KEEP ON SPINNING
THE WORLD NEVER STOPS
THE POOR KEEP ON TRYING
WHILE THR RICH TREAD HEAVILY ON TOP
V4
ENDURE
WE ALL MUST ENDURE
BE SURE
WE ALL WILL ENDURE
poem by Talile Ali
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If You Are a Poet
If you are a poet it means so much
as others souls you often touch.
Your own soul you cruelly cut
petting the others with your blood.
To be a poet means to sing of beauty
and it’s the main poet’s duty.
Rhyming the words to tell the truth
and it has to be quite smooth.
To be a poet means to burn with passion,
to treat the others grief with a compassion,
to love the others as yourself,
to hear the voice of kind elf.
To be a poet means to dream,
to tell the world a touching theme,
to speak sincerely and frankly
but not just rhyming poems blankly.
Rhyming words is not the main,
there’s no need to strain your brain.
If your heart has nothing to tell
rhymed words will look like hell.
To be a poet means to write
as if your blood gushes from vein,
to write the rhythm of living breath,
the rhythm of life that seethe.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
30/9 2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Like most people of my age, I feel a longing for what is lost and cannot be restored. But if the happy pursuits and casual beauty of youth prove ephemeral, something better can endure, and endure until our last moment on earth. And that is the honor we earn and the love we give if at a moment in our lives we sacrifice for something greater than self-interest. We cannot choose the moments. They arrive unbidden by us. We can choose to let the moments pass, and avoid the difficulties they entail. But the loss we would incur by that choice is much dearer than the tribute we once paid to vanity and pleasure.
quote by John McCain
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She Left On A Monday
She left on a Monday
She's a siren down the road
In your herringbone overcoat
That you don't expect to get back
And it's an ordinary sky
Today's like any other day
When all of the aeroplanes
Write her name in the clouds
And nothing's wrong
But it's already Sunday
And you know just how Sunday
Was the day that she would come around?
Go to her foolish man
What's the use of having pride if you don't have her?
She'll endure all she can
But you could make this easier on her
It's all like sinking
You're trying to stay afloat
Like a wind blown paper boat
Over uncharted sea
There's no question why
You're driving to kill some time
Racing the power lines
Back into town
Go to her foolish man
What's the use of having pride if you don't have her?
She'll endure all she can
But you could make this easier on her
Go to her foolish man
What's the use of having pride if you don't have her?
She'll endure all she can
But you could make this easier on her
Make this easier on her
Make this easier on her
Make this easier on her
song performed by by Bic Runga from Beautiful Collision
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Psalm 136 Abridged
God's wonders of creation, providence, redemption, and salvation.
Give to our God immortal praise;
Mercy and truth are all his ways:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown:
His mercies ever shall endure,
When lords and kings are known no more.
He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fixed the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
He fills the sun with morning light;
He bids the moon direct the night:
His mercies ever shall endure,
When suns and moons shall shine no more.
The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand,
And brought them to the promised land
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
He saw the Gentiles dead in sin,
And felt his pity work within
His mercies ever shall endure,
When death and sin shall reign no more.
He sent his Son with power to save
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
Through this vain world he guides our feet,
And leads us to his heav'nly seat
His mercies ever shall endure,
When this vain world shall be no more.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Loneliness
There're many things in life i can endure,
One such thing is poverty.
But loneliness, loneliness,
Is one thing i can't endure.
There're many things in the world i can endure,
One such thing is humility.
But loneliness, (loneliness) loneliness, (loneliness)
Is something i can't endure.
How could i stand loneliness, loneliness?
How are you suppose to cope with loneliness, loneliness?
How would one live with loneliness, loneliness, lo-oh-loneliness?
(oh, loneliness)
There are many things in time and space i can endure,
In fact, i can endure most anything.
But loneliness, (loneliness) loneliness, (loneliness)
Is something i can't endure.
How could i stand loneliness, loneliness?
How are you suppose to cope with loneliness, loneliness?
How would one live with loneliness, loneliness, lo-oh-loneliness?
Lo-oh-loneliness.
(loneliness, so lonely)
(loneliness, so lonely)
(loneliness, so lonely)
(loneliness, so lonely)
(loneliness, so lonely)
(loneliness, so lonely)
(loneliness, so lonely)
(loneliness, so lonely)
(loneliness, so lonely)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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I believe that man will not merely endure he will prevail.
quote by William Faulkner
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Man will not merely endure; he will prevail.
quote by William Faulkner
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Happiness Everlasting (Rev.)
The little mermaid died, the
price for prolonged life was
taking the life of her Prince,
the love of her life, watching
him murmuring the name of his
bride, she flung the death-knife
overboard, jumped into the sea,
ready to die
became ethereal, musical and
transparent, gained an immortal
soul through good deeds, endured
suffering in life, courage saved
her from the dead salt sea, made
a sprite of the air – an immortal
soul within three-hundred years…
How long will it take me to work
through life and reincarnations,
to live as an immortal, to share
in happiness everlasting?
Can I endure my suffering
with enough courage?
Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid,
translated by Paul Leyssac, Reader’s Digest
1970
poem by Margaret Alice
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How Much Must I endure?
'How much must I endure? ' I say to thee-
'How long must I bide? ', for the Glorious Day, to be,
'When I may count amongst many a Blessing-
The moment when, at long last, our lips are caressing
Each, the others-and other moments, about which WE dream?
When might we each truly discover our soul's redeem? '
'How much must I endure? ', you say, to me-
'How long must I bide, for the Glorious Day, to be,
When I am allowed to actualize that to which I aspire?
At what point do I get to realize my every desire? '
'Now, Precious Children of Mine! ', booms a Voice, from Above-
'The Time is NOW Beloveds, for Your Eternal Love! '
-Maurice Harris,26 January 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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```Ryder Of The Damned (Sub-Poem of 'City Of The Damned'```
The Damned beware
There is no escape from the City of the Damned
There is someone alwayz watching
He's known as The Ryder Of The Damned
Never sleeps never rests
Ensuring that none escape
If they do....
He drags them back to endure their fate
Hiding in the shadows
Not making a sound
But when on the hunt
His horse will shake the ground
The Damned Beware
There is no escape
You shall serve your sentence
to endure your bloody fate
poem by Soul Writer
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We Can Endure All
With God on our side
We never have to hide
From our past
Mistakes
Our fate
Or even ourselves
God no longer remembers
So we should surrender
Keep God first
Is all we have to remember
We can endure all
God will not let us perish
It is us who He cherish
God is our friend
He always extends His hands
Together we all must band
According to God's plan
With God's love
We will never fall
Because with God
We can endure all.
poem by Tameeka Smith
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Bob Dylan Heard The Voice
Bob Dylan heard the voice
Of a poet who died in the gutter;
That dying voice
Then seeped into his soul
Imbuing him with beauty and truth.
And that voice
Of the old poet is now
As hard as twisted nails,
But it still has the rare beauty
Of complete honesty.
Thus I continue to follow
The great wandering gypsy of song.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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