At One O'Clock In The Morning
Alone, at last! Not a sound to be heard but the rumbling of some belated and decrepit cabs. For a few hours
we shall have silence, if not repose. At last the tyranny of the human face has disappeared, and I myself shall be the
only cause of my sufferings.
At last, then, I am allowed to refresh myself in a bath of darkness! First of all, a double turn of the lock. It
seems to me that this twist of the key will increase my solitude and fortify the barricades which at this instant
separate me from the world.
Horrible life! Horrible town! Let us recapitulate the day: seen several men of letters, one of whom asked me
whether one could go to Russia by a land route (no doubt he took Russia to be an island); disputed generously with
the editor of a review, who, to each of my objections, replied: 'We represent the cause of decent people,' which
implies that all the other newspapers are edited by scoundrels; greeted some twenty persons, with fifteen of whom I
am not acquainted; distributed handshakes in the same proportion, and this without having taken the precaution of
buying gloves; to kill time, during a shower, went to see an acrobat, who asked me to design for her the costume of a
Venustra; paid court to the director of a theatre, who, while dismissing me, said to me: 'Perhaps you would do well to
apply to Z------; he is the clumsiest, the stupidest and the most celebrated of my authors; together with him, perhaps,
you would get somewhere. Go to see him, and after that we'll see;' boasted (why?) of several vile actions which I
have never committed, and faint-heartedly denied some other misdeeds which I accomplished with joy, an error of
bravado, an offence against human respect; refused a friend an easy service, and gave a written recommendation to a
perfect clown; oh, isn't that enough?
Discontented with everyone and discontented with myself, I would gladly redeem myself and elate myself a
little in the silence and solitude of night. Souls of those I have loved, souls of those I have sung, strengthen me,
support me, rid me of lies and the corrupting vapours of the world; and you, O Lord God, grant me the grace to
produce a few good verses, which shall prove to myself that I am not the lowest of men, that I am not inferior to
those whom I despise.
poem by Charles Baudelaire
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One O'Clock in the Morning
At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For a few hours at least silence will be ours, if not sleep. At last! The tyranny of the human face has disappeared, and now there will be no one but myself to make me suffer.
At last! I am allowed to relax in a bath of darkness! First a double turn of the key in the lock. This turn of the key will, it seems to me, increase my solitude and strengthen the barricades that, for the moment, separate me from the world.
Horrible life! Horrible city! Let us glance back over the events of the day: saw several writers, one of them asking me if you could go to Russia by land (he thought Russia was an island, I suppose); disagreed liberally with the editor of a review who to all my objections kept saying: "Here we are on the side of respectability," implying that all the other periodicals were run by rascals; bowed to twenty or more persons of whom fifteen were unknown to me; distributed hand shakes in about the same proportion without having first taken the precaution of buying gloves; to kill time during a shower, dropped in on a dance who asked me to design her a costume of Venustre; went to pay court to a theatrical director who in dismissing me said; "Perhaps you would do well to see Z....; he is the dullest, stupidest and most celebrated of our authors; with him you might get somewhere. Consult him and then we'll see": boasted (why?) of several ugly things I never did, and cravenly denied some other misdeeds that I had accomplished with the greatest delight; offense of fanfaronnade, crime against human dignity; refused a slight favor to a friend and gave a written recommendation to a perfect rogue; Lord! let's hope that's all!
Dissatisfied with everything, dissatisfied with myself, I long to redeem myself and to restore my pride in the silence and solitude of the night. Souls of those whom I have loved, souls of those whom I have sung, strengthen me, sustain me, keep me from the vanities of the world and its contaminating fumes; and You, dear God! grant me grace to produce a few beautiful verses to prove to myself that I am not the lowest of men, that I am not inferior to those whom I despise.
poem by Charles Baudelaire
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Solitude is never worse,
Solitude is never worse,
Solitude can never be worse,
Either way killing is not good,
Tyranny is not a wise calling in murders,
But a solitude with Ideas that change what is Human,
For man is a wild animal,
The monologue of good is even better,
This World hast a lot of problems,
We must bear to see fortune and not felonies,
That man is blessed that say's mankind is to love other's,
But detractors of solitude never cease to ease,
Solitude is never worse if it is for good of Humane,
Virtue is an insight that will regenerate a beauty of concept,
Thinking that solitude is not bad anyway,
But not solitude in making enemies,
But as a teacher,
An advisor and a good communicator.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Solitude and Silence
All I have to offer
is solitude and silence.
No accomplishments to speak of,
having never finished anything
worth finishing
except bad relationships
and good friendships
I now regret not keeping.
Those I feel closest to
are the farthest away from me
while I keep myself distant
from those who are near.
If all you seek is solitude and silence,
this I can promise you without breaking.
I only ask, in return, to be allowed
my silence and solitude
from you.
poem by Juge Sopczak
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Going Home
This is a world war I song. world war I fascinates me because it was such a shock to the world. nothing before or since has come close. it was a horrible, horrible event. it was modern weaponry
Avalry and then tanks. they fought for four years over a hundred yards, some ridiculously small amount of ground. its the stupidest event in history.
This is one of those songs that I just cant sing - its right in one of the cracks in my range. so we did it to approximate what a recording of that era would sound like. I know mitchells
G to get blamed in some review for using all these effects, but we did it because I simply cant sing the thing.
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Sonnet: New Shepherds!
Alone, I live a life of solitude,
Although surrounded by many persons;
This world is one full of ingratitude,
Where people change their hearts for no reasons!
No soul I know on whom I can depend;
The few good people change in tune with times;
I struggle myself trying to defend;
The world has changed ahead of changing climes!
But I can see new Shepherds in limelight;
The Lord performs miracles through these souls;
Despite the looming darkness amidst light,
The Maker gives these men of God, new roles!
The Holy Spirit dwells and functions well,
In turning many souls, away from hell.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-27-2006
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To be completely woman you need a master, and in him a compass for your life. You need a man you can look up to and respect. If you dethrone him it's no wonder that you are discontented, and discontented women are not loved for long.
quote by Marlene Dietrich
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 25
One of the sheikhs of Syria, being asked on the true state of the Sufis, replied: "In former times they were a tribe in the world, apparently distressed, but in reality contented whereas today they are people outwardly satisfied but inwardly discontented."
If my heart roams away from thee every hour,
Thou wilt find no tranquillity in solitude
But if thou possessest property, dignity, fields and wares,
If thy heart be with God, thou wilt be a recluse.
Orphan
On looking negative side of human being
we are always lying on the floor because
of misdeed committed by them for their self interest
Realizing never exists in their dictionary
what will happen as a result of their misfortune
Please do not commit these type of error
even than error is committed why you punish to us
Humiliation faced by us is very painful and unbearable
very difficult question is asked and we are empty....who are you
Always feel insulted by people on ground of misdeed of few
Their misdeed not only harm them but also defame parenthood in the universe
However some human kind came to help us
in different form, some adopt us while few give us separate home
but we only want to live with full respect... no question.....related to parenthood.
We are orphan children around universe.
poem by Ajay Srivastava
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Full Of Faith!
And it came to pass that a certain man
Read the Word of God and then full of faith
Created something new...
He created something brand new...
He created a new universe...
Out of nothing but faith, there it was before him,
Just a bubble before his face...
He let it grow larger and larger.
It almost filled his room...
Come with me, he told it.
He led it outside into the garden.
Grow bigger, he said... and it grew bigger...
Let no other human see it, he said.
It became invisible to humans.
Let there be me within it, he said.
With all the physical needs supplied, he said.
Oxygen, food, drink to drink and so on... he said...
Then he disappeared into the new universe...
Let there be spirits, living spirits, he said.
Let them appear as with human form, he said.
Let them fall in love with each other, he said
And from their love create newborn baby spirits, he said
And such commands came to pass...
The spirits were immortal, undying, yet creating
And centuries passed by, for him, for them...
Still protected by his faith, thinking all things possible,
He determined that he would become a spirit, too.
Let me become... he said...
Yet he was stopped from speaking the rest...
He heard a powerful voice... Who are you? he asked...
I am the God of all creation, the Lord said.
Wow! said the mortal man, immediately humbled.
Your Word helped me create this place! he said.
Look at my spirit beings in love with life! he said.
Yes, I know each and every one of them, said the Lord.
Why do you reveal yourself now? asked the man.
You cannot become a spirit... warned the Lord.
You are a mortal, soon to die, said the Lord.
I want you to give all this up, said the Lord...
Return home, where I can save you, said the Lord.
For as a mortal, you have sinned, warned the Lord.
You need to be forgiven, explained the Lord.
Then I can grant you eternal life in Jesus, said the Lord.
Wow! I understand, replied the repentant man.
You let me see all this according to my faith, he said.
Did I really need to create all this? he asked.
Yes, you did, for your faith is so powerful, said the Lord.
It is because I told you it was so, the Lord explained.
You trusted my Word, therefore trust Me now, He said...
Once forgiven, you can be baptised, said God,
Baptised into eternal life as I promised...
Can these spirit beings continue unharmed? the man asked.
Yes, for they know not sin, they never will, God said.
Oh, that's wonderful... the man replied...
Take me home, he asked of the Lord...
And God took him home, so he could believe the Gospel.
As it is written, what shall it profit a man
To gain the whole world and yet lose his own soul?
Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
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Whose Life is Worth More?
'Whose life is worth more? ' the SS officer asked.
Jacob Kogen did not answer.
In the eerie silence that ensued
the SS man drew his pistol.
'Tell me', he said, playing with the weapon,
'Whose life is worth more?
Yours? Your wife's? Your children's,
or the life of a stranger? '
'All human lives are equal', Kogen replied.
'You mean the life of a Jew and a non-Jew
has the same value? ' the SS officer asked.
'God created all human beings
equally entitled to their lives', Kogen said.
'In that case you will provide me 7,000 Jews',
the SS man said.
It was September 1,1942,
the third anniversary of the war's start,
the German attack on Poland
and Kogen was a member of the Jewish Council
in a Polish town.
He went home devastated.
He realized that The Nazis would take
the selected 7,000 people
outside the town in order to be shot.
'One shall not shed innocent blood
to save his own life', he told his wife.
And he added: 'A Jew Cannot decide
who will be taken for execution'.
Kogen and his family committed suicide.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Freaks
There are no freaks in our world
just sad and lonely souls.
Their disfigured bodies
cause some to turn away,
but look into theirs eyes
and you will see sadness there,
the sadness of rejection
throughout their growing lives.
Of their disfigurements
so many unkind words are said,
hurtful words,
that would hurt any ones feelings.
The say they do not understand,
that they have no feelings like us.
Years ago, they used to be paraded
on carnival sideshows.
There they were called freaks
and people paid money
just to gawk at them.
Today we are not much better
as we lock them away
hoping out of sight, out of mind.
Maybe we might confront the problem one day.
After all they are only human being
all said and done.
All we have to do is look passed
what first catches our eyes,
strip away the deformities
and find the person who lives inside.
28 May 2009
Authors note:
In my other hobby as being, a member of a Western Town we have a charity we support called Trees. Trees support many homes that house people like those in my poem. Two or thee times each year they bring some of these people down to us and we entertain them for a few hours. We also visit their homes to put on acts at their fetes and go to their Christmas Party. Some of these people were not born with the handicaps they have, but inherited them through accidents.
DVH.
poem by David Harris
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Silence of Rumi
I read Rumi several times
And every time I went through
the same sincere silence
That unites the human with the divine
Silence of Rumi as though
Is the silence Sublime—
The heart of all sounds!
I dove deep down that silence,
A child’s wonder of sort
Why do I start my poems with words?
When they end only with silence!
His silence is deep
Deep as the existence at the bottom of the ocean
Deep as the calmness of a wise man
And yet he is in conversation
With the silence
And through it, time and again
His silence is the silence of a flute
Empty, easy and melodious
It turns separation into liberation
Oh what a joy—Rumi’s silence!
His silence is an invitation
To join the journey of the soul
A sweet beacon to lose yourself
In the Self of existence
And yet it is conversational
You can toy with it safely
Who can turn his back
Having heard Rumi’s silence
In its sincerity
In its entirety
Who can escape from Rumi’s silence
Having been there for a moment
Who can not hear his silence
Having heard it with the thumps of his heart
Oh love! Go and meet this evening
Silence of Rumi in its serenity
Of heavens
This must be the highest
Of souls
This is the highest!
poem by Bhaswat Chakraborty
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Silence Speaks
Verse 1:
When i asked you
You said nothing was wrong
But i listened to your magical song
All its notes were gone
You sang it, i heard
Silence speaks a thousand words
Verse 2:
You keep telling me
I'll pay the price
For asking you once
And telling you twice
But i paid the day your emotions turned cold
Silence speaks a thousand words
Chorus:
Where do i turn when you turn away
It's never just the things you say
You never ever put me down
But when i speak you turn around
And saying not much is saying a lot
Verse 3:
If you spoke truth
There would be no doubt
But the only words are
"we'll work it out"
Well that's not saying much
You just don't take the time
And that is where i draw the line
Chorus
Bridge:
You're sending signals
First of hope then insecurity
Signals of doubt are everywhere
And subconsciously
You know you wanna break the ties
But you use silence
You use lies
Don't worry
I'll return your song of silence
Silence speaks a thousand words
Silence speaks a thousand words
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Solitary Man
Sometimes I feel like a solitary man.
Under the night sky writing what I can.
No one else is moving or driving cars.
The world belongs to me under the stars.
While pondering in my solitude
Without a thought or plan,
Thoughts jump into the mind
Of this solitary man.
I don't know where they come from.
They are just my own surprise.
Sometimes I'd swear that they have come
Through a different set of eyes.
In prison I know that solitary
Can drive a person mad.
But in those I once sent there,
For the solitude they seem glad.
The Lord needed His solitude
For at one time forty days.
And again when in the garden,
Where for the souls of men He prayed.
So in my time of solitude
I also have time to pray.
It's when I feel the closest,
To Him in my night each day!
poem by Robert Edgar Burns
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Not All Good People
Good people are celebrated and good people are in jail
And we condemn good people by our own words to fail
And since people are not the best judges of character it would be fair to say
That the best candidate does not always get elected on Election Day.
Not all good people as some believe are destined to die young
And many good people as we know their praises are unsung
And in a World of billions of human beings the good outnumber the bad
And that not many are recognized for their true worth does seem a little sad.
Not all good people are in the Newspapers or are ever in the news
And on what they think is fair and right are never asked for their views
Many are the quite achievers of publicity quite shy
Why the egotistical can become successful I often wonder why?
Not all good people are leaders though by good example they do lead
Though all good people are happy with enough and they never yield to greed
And though there are billions of good people in the bigger World out there
The good who make the news headlines to say the least seem rare.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Revolution Of Freedom For The Innocents Of Our Land
You hear the cries of many
As they cry to be free from all that is
The wars of human kind
Lay desolate to our lands
The dictatorship of life
Affects all of us in life
But how do we stand up
To the wars that kill our land
Innocent lives are many
Wasted upon the ground of life
Can you ignore the blood shed?
Of so many lost souls of war
Then one soul stands alone
Tired of the chaos of this world
And stands for the freedom
Of innocents of our land
THE MOMENTEM STARTS AS ONE
A voice that needs to be heard
Believe what you say
And mean every single word
If you believe in life
Then lay down the weapons of war
If you believe in love
Then accept human's beliefs for what they are
If you believe in peace
Then accept all races all religions
As equals in this world
If you believe in all of the above
Then you're a special human being
Never doubt your word
Never doubt who you are
Speak up for all those innocents
If this is what you believe
poem by Kaila George
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The Little Chimney Sweep - Victorian Times
What is above all these chimneys, I asked the young lad,
The chimney sweep boy replied,
Why Sir, it's the sky which is sometimes so blue,
That when I look up and glance at the view,
Such glory cannot be denied.
What lies in that sky then, I asked the young lad,
The boy gazing up now replied,
Oh Sir, clouds and sunshine, at night moon and stars,
Planets like Jupiter, Saturn and Mars,
What wonders out there can be spied?
Is your work very unbearable, I asked the young lad,
Most times Sir, it is, he replied,
From dawn until dusk, I'm climbing to sweep,
The soot from the chimneys, for my food and my keep,
My Master cannot be defied.
Do you 'welcome' the sky, I asked the young lad,
When I'm climbing, I do, he replied,
It's my friend when it's dark and the way up is hard,
Because sometimes I get burn't and then badly scarred,
There's many a time I have cried.
What then do you wish for, I asked the young lad,
With yearning, he slowly replied,
I would love to be free and fly like the birds,
Way up in the sky, and if I had the words,
Write about how I'd feel like inside.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Silence Speaks (A Thousand Words)
Verse 1:
When I asked you
You said nothing was wrong
But I listened to your magical song
All its notes were gone
You sang it, I heard
Silence speaks a thousand words
Verse 2:
You keep telling me
Ill pay the price
For asking you once
And telling you twice
But I paid the day your emotions turned cold
Silence speaks a thousand words
Chorus:
Where do I turn when you turn away
Its never just the things you say
You never ever put me down
But when I speak you turn around
And saying not much is saying a lot
Verse 3:
If you spoke truth
There would be no doubt
But the only words are
"well work it out"
Well thats not saying much
You just dont take the time
And that is where I draw the line
Chorus
Bridge:
Youre sending signals
First of hope then insecurity
Signals of doubt are everywhere
And subconsciously
You know you wanna break the ties
But you use silence
You use lies
Dont worry
Ill return your song of silence
Silence speaks a thousand words
Silence speaks a thousand words
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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The Sound of Silence
Everything lies in silence
Maybe you and me
Just like a beautiful spring
Listening to the sound of silence.
All the time used to noise
We think this is very nice
But let me tell you my friend
Everything lies in silence
From the beginning to the end.
In the very beginning of this world
Everything was resting in the silence
In the end of this world again
There would be nothing in the world
Other than the sound of silence.
poem by Prachi Agrawal
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Silence
I got a feeling
Everything's gonna be alright
And I still find my way
And I heard
It's always darkest before the storm
So come on let it rain
Everything was different when I was seventeen
The world was so much brighter
Now I finally found the truth
Of what they hid for me
That world was so much kinder
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Is what it is
By my own choice
I believe
That we were meant to learn from our mistakes
And stumble along the way
Now I know
That people are gonna grap what they can take
Then just turn away
Everybody's searching
But no one really knows the truth
The world is upside down
What it's all about right now
Will soon turn to gray
Their promises have faded
Silence
Silence
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Is what it is
By my own choice
All my little merry friends
Have turned their backs on me
Excuse me if I'm jaded
I'm so tired of people telling me
How it should be
Their promises have faded
Silence
Silence
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Is what it is
By my own choice
Silence
song performed by by Tiffany
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