The eleventh day of the eleventh month has always seemed to me to be special. Even if the reason for it fell apart as the years went on, it was a symbol of something close to the high part of the heart. Perhaps a life that stretches through two or three wars takes its first war rather seriously, but I still think we should have kept the name "Armistice Day." Its implications were a little more profound, a little more hopeful.
quote by Walt Kelly
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All the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month. It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.
quote by Kurt Vonnegut
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Sacrifices
Autumn leaves have fallen
across long forgotten battlefields
where deep below the ground
the dead lie asleep.
Their lives torn apart
by some wicked war.
There they have immortality
for they will age no more.
Their sleep is restless
for from their deaths,
no lessons were learnt
and men and boys keep killing
in constant wicked wars.
On the eleventh hour,
of the eleventh day,
of the eleventh month
we stand in silence
to honour their memory
for the sacrifices they made,
but we have never learnt the lessons
This poem is dedicated to the memory of the men, women and children from all countries that have lost their lives in wars that have plagued our world. May their souls rest in eternal peace.
for which their lives they gave
as the killing still goes on and on.
poem by David Harris
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The Eleventh Hour
[verse]
Trace the shape of my heart
Till it becomes more familiar
To your eyes
I've been lost without you
Cold without your love
It's taken days and nights
To make me realize
[chorus]
Rescue me from hanging on this line
I won't give up on giving you
The chance to blow my mind
Let the eleventh hour quickly
Pass me by
I'll find you when I think
I'm out of time
[verse]
Take the place of my heart
Till I become a stranger to my life
I've been down without you
Wrong without your love
In time will I be what
You're thinking of
[chorus]
Out of time
[bridge]
I've been down without you
Cold without your love
In time will I be what
You're thinking of
[chorus 2x]
Time...time...time
song performed by by Jars Of Clay from The Eleventh Hour
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Odisha
I am in odisha
No body here like
their language odia.
In the eleventh hour
they embraced
jagannath and jagannath
is not moving himself
and odia people
mostly hopeful.
What is the value
see and watch
and time is out of hand
I myself shameful.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Armistice Day, remembrance
For all the sacrifice of life,
For the orphans and widowed wives,
For all the questions asking why,
For the sorrowful heartfelt cries,
Honour fallen who played their part,
With monuments that stand in hearts,
Honour the brave and show support,
In silence where they fill our thoughts,
For all that past countrymen gave,
For the freedoms that brave acts saved,
For all that soldiers overcame,
For the war veterans and those maimed,
Marked by the eleventh hour,
And a sea of poppy flowers,
Marked in the month of November,
By every soul that remembers.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Patriotic Lies
You sit pondering, thinking slowly
About the things that have been done
You can't help but doubting
That this war can actually be won
You think of the events
that led to this war
And the memories start coming back
People jumping from the 80th floor
Rather than staying to die with the pack
The U.S. has never been more patriotic
Than in the past few years
But the patriotism is wearing thin
And so are the tears.
You can help but think
People are starting to forget
Except for those that were there
Worried about money and bets
Instead of Caution and Fear.
Is smart to move on
But never forget
Because if we're not aware
The same thing may happen again
The fear, the tears
Body's falling
here and there
All of this for people to finally care? ?
September eleventh two thousand one
Will continue to dwell in our minds
But we continue to fall
To divide, and make racial lines.
Why should it take Rage, Sorrow, and terror
For us to finally unite?
September eleventh two thousand one
Will never be sealed air tight...
poem by Melissa Ferrer
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Remember, Remember The Eleventh of September (9-11 poem)
Remember, Remember
The Eleventh of September,
The year: Two thousand and one
Never forget the day
That we lost
And they won
Four airliners
Flying at hundred miles per hour
At the hands of self-proclaimed martyrs
Became weapons of mass destruction
People died
That should have lived
Some as heroes, most were victims
Robbed of what could have been
Remember, Remember
The Eleventh of September,
The year: Two thousand and one
Never forget the day,
How we all felt
Not only the horror
Or our justified anger
But how we came together
As one nation
Transformed
Although there had been plenty of warning beforehand
Of the threat that was Usama Bin Laden
Our failure to stop the plot in its tracks
That showed how vulnerable we were to attack
We took the blow
And bounced right back!
A commission followed
There were talks, reprimands and apologies
Leading to the conclusion:
‘Failure to communicate! ’
After which we vowed
Never to repeat the mistake
Remember, Remember
The Eleventh of September,
The year: Two thousand and one
Never forget the day,
The week, the world
Joined us in mourning;
Showing we were not alone.
Unity of effort and unity of purpose
Is how we will prevail
Against those who wish us woe
Everywhere
Never forget
The resolve of iron of our nation
The strength we have in our allies
Remember
Not only the loss
But what is yet to be won
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2008/11/9
My Ever Profound Inspiration
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is a fortress in my romantic garden
With rounded eyes filled with rage
And a heart that never harden
I don't know him personally
He doesn't know me as well
But he is My Ever Profound Inspiration
The man to whom I fell
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is my every day morning dew
He is the bitterest nightmare
My sweetest dream that won't come true
He'd been my only one
All throughout these years
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Had bring me lots of tears
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is now lost in nowhere
I don't know where he is
And this is hard to bear
I know someday we'll meet again
Perhaps he can already give me affection
Be his woman, his bride
His Ever Profound Inspiration
poem by Pink Butterfly
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Eleventh Earl Of Mar
The sun had been up for a couple of hours,
Covered the ground with a layer of gold.
Spirits were high and the raining had stopped,
The larder was low, but boy that wasnt all.
Eleventh earl of mar
Couldnt get them very far.
Daddy! oh daddy, you promised.
Out on the road in the direction of perth,
Backwards and forwards in a circle they went.
Found a city half open and ready to greet,
The conquering heroes, with blisters on their feet.
Eleventh earl of mar
Somehow got them all this far.
Daddy! you promised, you promised.
See the stewart all dressed up
Hes got eyes in the back of his head.
Who came in a cockleshell boat
That could only just float,
Couldnt even lift a sword.
Dressed too fine and smelling of wine.
Daddy youve got to go!
Here comes the bishop all dressed up
Hes gonna bless you if youre ready to pay.
One wave of his funny old stick,
Theres a band of light across your eyes.
Waited a week still they hadnt appeared,
That glorious timing that everyone feared.
So theyre riding along on the crest of a wave,
Theyre headed for london, and that will be their grave.
Eleventh earl of mar
Well he couldnt get them down that far
Daddy! Im waiting, Im waiting
Time to go to bed now
Never seems too keen
To be a guest now
In a house of dreams
Flying from a hillside
Beckoning the trees
A sailboats awning
Mimicking the breeze
Im fighting gravity falling
My daddy wont let them get me
A voice screams seems to be calling
The face turns features are burning.
Daddy, youve got to go!
See the fifteen going by,
Tell the lairds and the lords
Theyre running backwards today,
And once again you stand alone.
Bury your memories bury your friends,
Leave it alone for a year or two.
Till the stories go hazy and the legends come true,
Then do it again. some things never end.
Eleventh earl of mar
Wont be going very far.
You promised, you promised, you promised.
Daddy!
song performed by by Genesis
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Seventy Years Ago
The Third of September
Nineteen thirty-nine is a
Day I remember well.
I travelled on a Southdown bus
From Purbrook to Cosham,
And my memory rings a bell.
The bus suddenly stopped.
The driver had bad news to tell.
His voice was loud and clear
All passengers could hear.
'Everyone off - it has to be.
We are at war with Germany'.
September 1939...the month
of my eleventh birthday.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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A Memorable Day With Time – Eleventh November,2011
A day with symmetrical palindromic date
A day that comes once in a hundred years
A day of myths and choices to some
A day celebrities yearn to do something
A day lucky or afilled by woes
A day some think could bring magic
A day that could spell disaster
A day of intense prayer to God
A day some intend to spend in special ways
A day some choose to wed or deliver a child
A day to release a new movie or item that turns famous
A day on which those born will remember all life
A day with a unique eleventh hour, minute and second
A day too perfect and rare to occur twice
A day so wonderful to those who so believe
A day just like any other day to many
A day with perfect time after a thousand years
A day to enjoy, pray or change one’s fate
A day some choose to die or save the soul
A day as good or bad as every other day?
A day worth celebrating in one’s life-time!
A day on earth when things could go haywire!
A day that depends on how memorable you make of it!
poem by John Celes
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Illuminati Global Domination Agenda
racists atheists capitalists
skull and bones societies
secrets so much in common
creating their KKK illuminati
in their eugenics conspiracies
master numbers Masonic orders
K the eleventh number check degrees
KKK eleventh; twenty-second. thirty-third
are all clue master Masonic degrees
11 equals vision
22 equals vision with action
33 equals guidance to the world
triangle
enlightenment
illumination
9/11 254th Day of Year
2+5+4=11 the day of days
when illuminati crashed
planes into World Trade Centre?
to further their New World Order?
illuminati global domination agenda?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The eleventh commandment: Thou shalt not contradict.
Be Hopeful
Hopeful
Be hopeful
Want to be successful
Saw good seeds
For we are cursed and blessed
By our own deeds
Being hopeful is to over come
And encouragement
Becomes our strength
For what we could become here
Unless we over come our fear
The wind blowing
Here and there
Life becomes so unfair
All you need to do
Is to be hopeful
Hopeful
Be hopeful
poem by Matt Ancient
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In art or architecture your project is only done when you say it's done. If you want to rip it apart at the eleventh hour and start all over again, you never finish. I was one of those crazy creatures.
The eleventh commandment --- Thou shalt not be found out --- is the only one that is virtually impossible to keep these days.
quote by Berta Buxton
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Something Beautiful
[verse]
If you put your arms around me
Could it change the way I feel
I guess I let myself believe
That the outside might just
Bleed it's way in
Maybe stir the sleeping past
Lying under glass
Waiting for the kiss
That breaks this awful spell
Pull me out...of this lonely cell
[chorus]
Close my eyes and hold my heart
Cover me and make me something
Change this something normal
Into something beautiful
[verse]
What I get from my reflection
Isn't what I thought I'd see
Give me reason to believe
Never leave me incomplete
Will you untie this loss of mine
It so easily defines me
Do you see it on my face?
And all I can think about
Is how long
I've been waiting to feel you move me
[chorus]
Into something beautiful
Into something beautiful
[bridge]
And I'm still fighting for the
Word to break these chains
And I still pray when I look
In your eyes
song performed by by Jars Of Clay from The Eleventh Hour
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The philosophers have already perceived the world in various ways; the point is to change it.
Karl Marx in The Eleventh Thesis on Feuerbach
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My Stories Of You (chapter eleven)
The whales are fishing our hearts, from the other side of the world
proof that the giants were missing something important
as we all do.
It's almost like the battle of Troy,
heroes killing one another on the Plains of Love,
for the chance that maybe
maybe
you love them too.
And you are white and freckled, as the creatures on the moon,
that dance with the sun in his great eclipses.
You're a miracle of a girl,
beyond the beauty of Cleopatra or Helen of the Troy.
Even the great Babylon lost, in it's bet to reach you, so
how can you expect me
to remain untouched
by this impossible love of yours.
Grilling my heart in hell, at the cost of your love,
I break all the bottles,
and let the sins come out once again.
Mouth full of love, I take all I can get
before you'll refuse my kisses forever.
This land of brave words,
and eleventh part of a love,
is not even close to a masterpiece,
but it is the way I love you.
INSANELY
poem by Serban Raducu Bogdan
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Lost Eagles
In the month of August
For a reason we cannot explain
A reason that brought so much pain
A reason that made crying a must
Was it year end....not quite
Was it month end not yet
It was weekend...yes am right
Was it day or night
What ever time it was it inflicted so much pain
Pain we couldn't bear
Pain that struck the heart
Pain that left us beyond hurt
You have gone far away
To a place where
The evil have not tread
Darkness is unknown
Tears don't fall
Hurt is not known
Sorrow is joy
Our hearts hold a special place
Our thoughts precious moments
Our mindes joyful memories
We have lost true eagles
God has gained angels
poem by Miranda Mabuto
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