Singing By Myself (Revised)

A gratifying result combining temperament
chart with personality type - seem to have
been choleric and sanguine before but the
experience of years abated it to tolerance -
a phlegmatic trait; and melancholic - arts
and music are my life

Not sanguine, a cheerful attitude at work
conceals emotions, no choleric desire to take
charge of others, what a relief, it is disastrous
not meeting expectations: at school I played
and sang for mom - singing in choirs is great,
but mingling with others is not;

I love songs but cannot perform on stage;
without mom I am an a-social melancholic;
remaining behind scenes, singing by myself
shocked by paraphrase ignoring rhythm and
sound, only meaning and grammar taken
into consideration -

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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Melancholy

My mother the cow who still feeds me now is being tortured
Her son the bull who the fields should plough is being slaughtered
The human child in the womb who is never born for being unwanted
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Kali Kali
My mother, the earth, man treats like dirt, her resources being exhausted
Ant-like astronauts, of the human race, scratch and scar the moon's beautiful face
My brother, the sun, he still shines on
He'll continue to shine for some time to come
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Melancholy in the Age of Kali
Kali Kali
Lamentation Lamentation Lamentation (repeat)
Heavenly Father still waters the grains
Seems like tears fall as it rains
Little boy blue come blow on your horn
The sheeps in the meadow the cows in the corn
Oh sweet friend of mine from an ancient nursery rhyme
From a distant land once upon a time

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song performed by X-Ray Spex
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Your luscious lips… your
Limpid eyes…only inspire
Me to wistful sighs

haiku by David Whalen
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Not Here

Pensiveness touches me,
When the last ray of the
Sun, flutters its wings,
to fly away from this,
Woeful day...........
The green darkness,
Sits beside me to knock,
Me with the words-- not
Here, not here is your,
Root in the melancholic
Present, the shady yard,
The monotonous crickets,
The homeward birds declare--
This evening has approached,
As a must, inevitably as
Destiny drowns a good
Swimmer! I can't move,
From the far-stretched,
Growing night...........
My childhood days creep back,

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poem by Nilakshi Das
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Melancholy is as seductive as Ecstasy.

quote by Mason Cooley
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King Claudius: There’s something in his soul
O’er which his melancholy sits on brood,
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger.

classic line from the play Hamlet, Act III, Scene 1, script by William Shakespeare (1599)
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On the Sea of Melancholy

I'm wasted. What is left of me,
Caressed by crushing, weeping waves
On the sea of melancholy?

Washed up in the wreck of worry
That concern's rising tide has gave,
I'm wasted. What is left of me?

The sky appears blue and bloody.
The sun sinks like shark bait behaves
On the sea of melancholy.

The sharp crosswind cuts me, chilly.
I'm gutted by remorse's shave.
I'm wasted. What is left of me?

Foggy tropes sound within the flurry
Of a despairing storm's grand stave
On the sea of melancholy.

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poem by Tim Stensloff
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It's a brooding melancholy that haunts me.

quote by David Guterson
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Huazi Ridge

A bird in flight goes on without limit,
Joined hills are autumn's colours again.
From top to bottom of Huazi Ridge,
Melancholy feeling has no end.

poem by Wang Wei
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Wistful Rendezvous Won't Do

To pray and wait for wonderful days,
In a wistful rendezvous won't do.
Not when I'm holding onto wonder...
With less time to spare.

Impatient,
I agree I am.
That I am.

I want more in my life,
Than daydreams to mingle.
To leave me single with needs.
I am not one to plead, beg or borrow.
Tomorrow was yesterday for me.
Today I will make my life free...
Of empty dreams!

I am here to explore all there is.
And all there is of me.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Piccadilly

Beautiful, tragical faces—
Ye that were whole, and are so sunken;
And, O ye vile, ye that might have been loved,
That are so sodden and drunken,
Who hath forgotten you?

O wistful, fragile faces, few out of many!

The crass, the coarse, the brazen,
God knows I cannot pity them, perhaps, as I should do;
But oh, ye delicate, wistful faces,
Who hath forgotten you?

poem by Ezra Pound
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Evening Music

Here comes the moment of the shimmering hour
When praise like incense trembles from each leaf.
The evening air is redolent with grief
And waltzes gush with melancholic power.

When praise like incense trembles from each leaf,
Only the notes of violins are sour
And waltzes gush with melancholic power;
The sky is vast with beauty and with grief.

Only the notes of violins are sour;
Each heart avoids its pit of unbelief.
The sky is vast with beauty and with grief;
The sun's blood hazes in a chilly shower.

Each heart avoids its pit of unbelief,
Gathering its flecks of light into a bower;
The sun's blood hazes in a chilly shower -
Only your shining image brings relief!

poem by Martin TURNER
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desire tired
and melancholy hired
affiliation

haiku by Ashraful Musaddeq from Absent Zero and Other Haiku
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Astrophel and Stella: XXIII

The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness
Bewray itself in my long-settl'd eyes,
Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise,
With idle pains and missing aim do guess.
Some, that know how my spring I did address,
Deem that my Muse some fruit of knowledge plies;
Others, because the prince my service tries,
Think that I think state errors to redress;
But harder judges judge ambition's rage--
Scourge of itself, still climbing slipp'ry place--
Holds my young brain captiv'd in golden cage.
O fool or over-wise! alas, the race
Of all my thoughts hath neither stop nor start
But only Stella's eyes and Stella's heart.

poem by Philip Sidney
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Sonnet XXIII: The Curious Wits

The curious wits seeing dull pensiveness
Bewray itself in my long settled eyes,
Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise,
With idle pains, and missing aim, do guess.

Some that know how my spring I did address,
Deem that my Muse some fruit of knowledge plies:
Others, because the Prince my service tries,
Think that I think state errors to redress.

But harder judges judge ambition's rage,
Scourge of itself, still climbing slipp'ry place,
Holds my young brain cativ'd in golden cage.

Oh Fools, or over-wise, alas the race
Of all my thoughts hath neither stop nor start,
But only Stella's eyes and Stella's heart.

poem by Philip Sidney
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Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

quote by Francis Beaumont
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Rondel. (From The Duke Of Orleans)

Hence away, begone, begone,
Carking care and melancholy!
Think ye thus to govern me
All my life long, as ye have done?
That shall ye not, I promise ye;
Reason shall have the mastery.
So hence away, begone, begone,
Carking care and melancholy!

If ever ye return this way,
With your mournful company,
A curse be on ye, and the day
That brings ye moping back to me!
Hence away, begone, I say!
Carking care and melancholy!

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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A wayfarer seeks his ancestors in a tombless graveyard

Poverty ornamental brewing soul walks in the Pepper tree lane
And a far away tall chimney carries off smoke to the wistful sky
Like his wistful thinking.
Hardly he got into an omnipotent bus that goes to an unreal destiny.

I would like this to be windswept, if I know the whereabouts of the songbird Susie.Gharib?

*[ They have pierced my hands and my feet, they have counted all my bones.]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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There is a melancholy that stems from greatness.

quote by Nicolas Chamfort
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Money in the purse dispels melancholy.

German proverbs
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