Quotes about numbed, page 6
Trench Duty
Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake,
Out in the trench with three hours’ watch to take,
I blunder through the splashing mirk; and then
Hear the gruff muttering voices of the men
Crouching in cabins candle-chinked with light.
Hark! There’s the big bombardment on our right
Rumbling and bumping; and the dark’s a glare
Of flickering horror in the sectors where
We raid the Boche; men waiting, stiff and chilled,
Or crawling on their bellies through the wire.
‘What? Stretcher-bearers wanted? Some one killed?’
Five minutes ago I heard a sniper fire:
Why did he do it? ... Starlight overhead—
Blank stars. I’m wide-awake; and some chap’s dead.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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Coldness
The glimpse of dark night shivered and overwhelmed
Lightning like a splash of fire fiercely terrorized
Mountainous valley retreated and succumbed
Oak and maple homes enlightened with animosity
Iced soaked rains weren’t the worst nightmare
Mean rivers were numbed and cold
Rigid and passive vehicles
Strolling along the icy roads with courage
Defeated throughout the night of chilled coldness
Icebreaker should have done the jobs
But the sub zero will frozen you
Before you could heat up the machine
Interpreted into deformation
Froze bites will drive you into illusions
Something eloped of appreciation
Coldness is madness
Fragile and dumbness
Evolutes into a white wilderness
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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God of Apathy
God of Apathy
Cson
June 20,2004
4: 22am
The God of Apathy has risen
numbed by the emotions felt.
All these years he had liven
unclear of why he's sent.
In the world of love and hate
mortals rise and mortals fell.
Apathetic God controls his fate
Succumbed in the fires of hell.
A stalker in the darkness of night.
Preying on the innocent reality.
Luring his victims with fright
deep into his realm of insanity.
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poem by Albert Arsenio Sison
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Sensitivities Have Been Numbed
It's incredible,
How the inevitable can be there glaring...
As those fixed into routines will not notice.
It is incredible,
How people can line up in front of a hotdog stand...
And ignore those homeless with nothing to eat,
Sitting on the street right behind them.
It's incredible how sensitivities have been numbed.
In a second one can express an empathy.
And in the next,
Have none.
Although argue with a vendor people do,
Over the price of added condiments.
It is incredible how people accept their selfishness,
With a relishing of mustard and onions to spread.
'You have any change for a hotdog? '
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Motherless Child
May God Almghty be with them……
In this world of ours when life is filled with many a sadness.
It's a mother that we reach out for comfort and gladness..
The feeling inside of a motherless child is so hopless, helpless
Its the heaviest pain numbed and with no words to share..
To express to brave that sorrow tht unending need of love and tender care
Now gone..may God make it less difficult for all the motherless to bear
Of all ages young and old the weak and the strongest of the strong
A mother is the earthly angel who sings that most needed song
How many of them in dreams do steal that wanting dear embrace
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poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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How Dim Can a Wit Be?
In a world
Where those of 'progress'
Have benefitted
From lives eroding in degradation.
I am often amused by the ones
Who express moralistic values.
And sit in judgement of others...
While condoning the killing of those,
Whose shores are invaded
As others from distances...
Declare these intrusions,
As acts of common interests.
And yet professing how terrorists...
Are threatening lands they have taken,
To administer their own selfish greed!
And shunning those who too have rights...
Who wish to live as neighbors.
But condemned.
Because of the color of their skins!
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If You Also Agree to Choose to Lose
When something is 'over'...
Do not let it linger in wishes.
When it has been announced,
'It's done! '
Be the one to recognize it.
If you don't...
That back and forth bait entrapment,
Will be tossed to be played...
At your expense over and over again.
With a heightened degree of disrespect,
To be regretted.
When something is 'over'...
Let it go and do not wallow away in sorrow,
And pretense your pain is being numbed by faith!
Do whatever it takes,
To make your heart heal faster.
And do not fool yourself...
When something is 'over',
It is not!
Until it is out of touch,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Worn Out
last night after the usual
three-hour lecture of the law
i arrive late in the house
without the lights on
it is a blackout of some
metaphors
but the heart has been
numbed
and the mind has been
shut out
from having any contact
with any object
of affection
the hands open the car
and the feet move on
to the room
where the bed waits
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Plethora
In my other incarnation I live out such a plethora
of conflict that you wouldn't think I'd survive,
would you, but I do; I wake up enraged, go to sleep
in numbed despair, face what I know perfectly well
is condescension and abstract contempt, get into
quarrels, shout, fret about people I don't even
know, live as if I were the only man in the world
trying to buck it all, work like a pig, strew my
whole apartment with notes, articles, books, get
frowzy, don't care, become stridently contentious,
sometimes laugh and weep within five minutes
together out of pure frustration. It takes me two
hours to get to sleep and an hour to get up. I
dream at my desk. I dream all over the place. I'm
very badly dressed. But O how I relish my
victuals!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cheetah Babies
The cheetah babies looked around
Like sourpusses do,
So tired out that they both frowned,
As they felt somewhat blue
Plum tuckered out! Fatigued, all in
Their little legs quite weak,
Their present mood was numbed, chagrin,
No grin at all, just pique
Their parents gave them time and space
The twins were known for this
No stamina to keep the pace
So things were bound to fizz
So things went quiet for a while
As they remained so still
Almost as if each lost his smile
And life had lost its thrill
Tomorrow they will both go nuts!
You'll see, it never fails!
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poem by Denis Martindale
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