The Pallid Cuckoo
Dolefully and drearily
Come I with the spring;
Wearily and cerily
My threnody I sing.
Hear my drear, discordant note
Sobbing, sobbing in my throat,
Weaving, wailing thro' the wattles
Where the builders are a-wing.
Outcast and ostracized,
Miserable me!
By the feathered world despised,
Chased from tree to tree.
Nought to do the summer thro',
My woeful weird a dree;
Singing, 'Pity, ah, pity,
Miserable me!'
I'm the menace and the warning,
Loafing, labour-shy.
In the harmony of morning
Out of tune am I-
Out of tune and out of work,
Meanly 'mid the leaves I lurk,
Fretfully to sing my sorrow,
Furtively to spy.
Outcast and desolate,
Miserable me!
Earning ever scorn and hate
For my treachery.
Shiftless drone, I grieve alone,
To a mournful key
Singing, 'Sorrow, ah, sorrow!
Miserable me!'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Number Five With A Bullet
We're gonna die like this you know
miserable and old
really gotta hand it to you
really gotta hand it to you
are you positive
absolutely sure
well just get dressed, don't do this
just get dressed, don't do this
spend the night lit listening to miles davis
you said it makes you want to fall in love
or be smart enough to keep your distance
you can't decide, you can't decide
we're gonna die like this you know
miserable and old
really gotta hand it to you
really gotta hand it to you
(well just so you know)
are you positive
(when we get home)
absolutely sure
(we're through)
well just get dressed, don't do this
(we're through)
just get dressed, don't do this
it's a long way back south
(to where i belong)
well you've been there once or twice
(and you still don't like it)
i say you just never gave it a chance
(well give me a chance, give me a chance)
besides did you ever stop to think
that we could keep this up living like theives
(but you can't decide)
you can't decide
(no you can't decide)
well you can't decide
we're gonna die like this you know
(we're gonna die like this)
miserable and old
(miserable and old)
really gotta hand it to you
(miserable and old)
really gotta hand it to you
(well just so you know)
are you positive
(when we get home)
absolutely sure
(we're through)
well just get dressed, don't do this
(we're through)
just get dressed, don't do this
are you positive, absolutely sure
are you positive
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miserable and old
really gotta hand it to you
really gotta hand it to you
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(we're gonna die like this you know)
when we get home
(miserable and old)
we're through
(really gotta hand it to you)
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when we get home
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we're through
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we're through
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we're through
song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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I'm not done yet making people miserable. If they're going to make me miserable, then I'm going to make them miserable.
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The Alder Tree
Alder tree, O alder tree,
Over his grave reclining;
I've braided a wreath of the fairest flowers
That ever were fed by the spring-time showers.
Or nursed by the summer shining.
Short, but lovely, their lives have been,
Like his in the damp sod sleeping,
And I strew them now on the hillock green,
Where a mournful watch I'm keeping.
Alder tree! O alder tree!
Is it a voice of sorrow
That sighs 'mong thy leaves in the silent night,
When the radiant hue of the moonshine bright
Announceth a pleasant morrow?
'Tis a voice of wailing, O alder tree,
'Tis the evening breeze that weepeth,
'Tis the nightingale singing a song like me,
O'er the grave where my loved one sleepeth!
poem by Charles Mackay
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Miserable Dreamer
My favorite dream…
Is the one that I have every night
Is the one that leaves me crying when I wake up
I dream…
Of your clear blue eyes
Of you
My favorite dream is the one that makes me miserable
My favorite dream…
Is one that always turns into a nightmare
Is one that reminds me that you left me
I dream…
Of your laugh
Of you
My favorite dream is one that makes my miserable
My favorite dream…
Is one that makes me relive every second I spent with you (good & bad)
Is one that makes me smile and cry at the same time
I dream…
Of your hugs
Of you
My favorite dream is one that makes me miserable
I don’t care if I’m miserable when I wake up…
At least I get to spend time with you…
If not just only in my dreams…
poem by Nikki Taboada
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For instance, he says I let him play golf, and he says, he lets me be miserable in my job. Now - that doesn't quite sound right, does it? But nonetheless, I think for the first time in my life, I'm not going to be miserable in my life when I come and work at CNN.
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Miserable is a good thing, though. If you start the day miserable, nobody else can screw up your day.
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People think I'm a miserable sod but it's only because I get asked such bloody miserable questions.
quote by Nick Cave
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I think at times I appear to be miserable when I am not... I might be having quite a good thought at that moment, but it seems I look miserable. I am not.
quote by Damon Hill
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I've been on jobs where there's that one actor who is just a miserable, miserable no-good, dirty bastard, and it just turns the whole process sour.
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To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
quote by John Milton
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The misserable Pit.
To the Pit....with their sorry slow feet... the loved ones do so tread,
to the depths of all their felt misery... lost emotions, from others...theirs i fear, maybe sadly led.
times of fun, forgotten, as if...for now, not allowed to be said.
For the dark pit is all...that is allowed to fill... a miserable confused head.
So to the pit they go, with their confusion and sorrow...to the grim pit...where, there sorrow is to be shed.
Tears fall into the darkness, as light leaves...the lifeless...dead.
poem by James Urwin
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Misery One O One
there is this philosophy
(and i assure you it is adopted by many
perhaps,
without their knowing it) that-
when we make ourselves miserable
people who are miserable
(and the majority is miserable
for quite long)
...will love you for it, since you are like a fallen angel
from up there
and here you are without wings and muddy and bruised
and very much like all of them
and now
with them.
they will love you for this misery
and since you have not really experienced true love
(since you feel that you are abandoned
and molested by whom, how do i know?)
you accept
love in misery
misery loving another misery
misery that seeks company
and here is company....
and so look at this paradox of you
(you do not deserve this, but you choose it just the same)
happy, so happy, in the midst of miserable people
wallowing in misery
the big house in the exclusive millionaire's row
where you once lived
waits for you
you can be there anytime you want
as you still immerse in that feigned misery
Misery 101.
They will give you a grade for that.
Have fun.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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With The Lark
Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy,
Chasing the troubles that fret and annoy;
Darkness for sighing and daylight for song,--
Cheery and chaste the strain, heartfelt and strong.
All the night through, though I moan in the dark,
I wake in the morning to sing with the lark.
Deep in the midnight the rain whips the leaves,
Softly and sadly the wood-spirit grieves.
But when the first hue of dawn tints the sky,
I shall shake out my wings like the birds and be dry;
And though, like the rain-drops, I grieved through the dark,
I shall wake in the morning to sing with the lark.
On the high hills of heaven, some morning to be,
Where the rain shall not grieve thro' the leaves of the tree,
There my heart will be glad for the pain I have known,
For my hand will be clasped in the hand of mine own;
And though life has been hard and death's pathway been dark,
I shall wake in the morning to sing with the lark.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Singing Sorrowful Song
Why hearts all sing sorrowful ditties,
Why nightmares torment dreams pretty,
Why sorrow revels in fate’s kitty,
Why sorrow humbles joy’s uppity,
Why sorrow questions joy’s sanity,
Why sorrow encroach joy’s city,
Why sorrow disrobes nubile pity,
Why hearts all sing sorrowful ditties.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
04/01/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Singing Tree
(words & music by owens - solberg)
Youre the one who beckoned the wind
And fanned the flame when our love began
So dont pretend you dont know me
Our names are carved on you, singing tree
Oh singing tree
Sing to me
Call your friend
The roving wind
Maybe he can find my love
And bring her back, singing tree
Your leaves have turned from green to blue
Sometimes I think you loved her too
But since she left and our love died
You stand petrified, singing tree
Oh sing to me
Singing tree
Call your friend
The roving wind
Maybe he can find my love
And bring her back, singing tree
Oh sing to me
Singing tree
Call your friend
The roving wind
Maybe he can find my love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
quote by Joseph Conrad
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I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
quote by Agatha Christie
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Why get married and make one man miserable when I can stay single and make thousands miserable?
quote by Carrie P. Snow
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I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
quote by Agatha Christie
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The Mango Tree In My Backyard
the mango tree in my backyard,
stand majestic and strong,
the first morning rays,
falling thro the leaves,
like myraid colorful beans, ,
chirping of bird is like melodious song,
parrat myna bulbul and so,
make upteem sounds,
squirrel jumping up and down,
the water dripping leaves inrain,
flutter of leaves while the breeze blow,
summer sun glows like orange ball,
but the cool breeze of the tree gives a relief,
the mango tree saw us grow,
know our grief and all our sorrow,
the majestic tree gave us support and peace,
a true companion of our life indeed.
.
poem by renu Vig sharma sharma
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