But again, I put in my time with Marvel and DC so there was that period of my life of trying to learn how to draw and tell stories in a proper fashion.
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It's precisely the disappointing stories, which have no proper ending and therefore no proper meaning, that sound true to life.
quote by Max Frisch
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Stories
Every year has its own stories in this life,
Every month has its own stories in this life,
Every week has its own stories in this life,
Every day has its own stories in this life,
Every hour has its own stories in this life,
Every minute has its own stories in this life,
And like the muse of the mind as we grow up;
So, we are all with stories to tell in this world.
As white as snow,
As red as blood,
As balck as charcoal,
As green as the grass,
As blue as the sky;
But everybody has stories to tell in this world!
And like the muse o love in the land of beauty,
For each year has its own story.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stories
Through every window, we look out
what we see on the other side
holds many stories waiting to unfold.
Stories of great achievements
within someone’s life.
Stories of gathering love
found with in open arms.
Stories of perusing heartaches
where someone has gone away.
Stories a million fold
that surround every living thing.
Stories we are not aware of,
but happen before our eyes.
Stories to share with all
from those who can see them unfold.
The next time you look out a window
try and see what is really there,
the stories that are everywhere.
26 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Stories
The stories
Night bed its mats
And also we are
Wait and see
The narrative begins with the story
The stories of long time ago
Between fact and fiction
The stories from the ends of the earth
And depth of the ocean
We draw the characters and imagine
Live roles
And sail far and far
And overwhelmed with happiness
And the longing pulls us
And eyebrows painted terms on our faces
The story behind the story
Delight our nights
The stories of my grandmother.
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Learn
when broken
learn
when happy
learn
when bored
learn
when you float and does not know what to do
learn just the same
when filled with idealism
learn
when fed with what you cannot swallow
learn again
when the times get rough and you want to kill yourself
learn, learn, learn
you still have many things to learn
faces of life
bodies of life
learn, learn, learn everything
do not surrender
for in truth, you do not do what you only want
you will also do what you are told to do
no questions asked
or you will be left out
or you will be not a part of the picture
this life
learn, learn, learn, always learn
do not surrender
live, learn, live, learn
you will soon do all that others will tell you
learn, learn and learn again
and sooner you will have learned everything
and then do what you want to do
with firm conviction
you know now what is right
and that is what you will do,
now without even being told
you have become yourself
but still learn, learn, and learn again
because
you might be wrong,
try thinking some more, learn
relearn, learn, learn, learn, forevermore....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whereas "false stories" can be told anywhere and at any time, myths must not be recited except during a period of sacred time.
quote by Mircea Eliade
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Balk
You shall not have sexual relations with a woman during,
The uncleanness of her monthly period!
For, these coming events do cast the shadows;
And like the rising levels of the seas and the oceans.
The ways of life,
The ways of your muse,
The ways of your love;
And like the ways of life for you to learn from! !
But, do keep away from your wife during her monthly period,
For, i am Balk and, i am telling you the truth!
And, this is like a knotty problem around us always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Draw String
The curtains in my living room
lift and fall
gracefully
as I pull their strings each day;
marking the rise and fall of each
season
and each day in between-
punctuation
for the life between you and me.
Like my skirts
they lifted first
and fell
on our wedding bed
on our wedding night-
and now gracefully on special nights;
They rose to the realities
of married life-
fell during our dark times-
and ring during the good times
with loving making
and bedroom laughter.
I cannot
each time I draw
the strings
but marvel
at morning light;
folding away yet
another night
with you.
.
My curtains offer me regularity
which is comforting to me.
I dust them-
not often enough
worn with the years;
uplift them
for the view of the garden
and you coming home
over the back fence.
I draw them each time
anticipating
magically
in doing
so
you, too,
are drawn
home
to my bosom
each day.
Watch
as I draw
this string.
You'll see:
He'll be there
coming over
the back fence;
home to me.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Liberty
The law of liberty is around you and,
I will come to you my love;
For the footsteps of your stories are left behind,
And your photos are all hanging in my room.
The yare about the stories of life and the stories of your love,
And i will follow you alway with your liberty;
Because you do have the law with you.
The meagre understanding of mankind on this earth,
I will come to understand you better with your liberty;
For the rain last night held me on a standstill and,
I want to be home soon to learn more from you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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We learn best to listen to our own voices if we are listening at the same time to other women - whose stories, for all our differences, turn out, if we listen well, to be our stories also.
quote by Barbara Deming
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When You Got In
I Went Out
Such Is The Wrong Timing
Of Your
Compassion
Then We Talk
About The Proper Timing
Of Our Desires
You Set The Time, The Place, And The Mood
Now It Is Not Just Desire But
Love
Yes, Love,
But Sometimes I Still Wonder
What Love Is
When Two People Meet At The Proper Time
The Proper Place, And The Proper Mood
When Everything Seems Right
And Yet
Feels So Wrong
When Everything Is Supposedly Proper
And Yet
There Is Still This
Feeling Of Impropriety
I Am 48 Years Old And You Are 49
And I Am Just Asking
When We All Want To Be Inside The Room Of
Ecstacy
And Yet
They All Want Us
Out
Just Because They Also Feel
That The Timing May Be Right
But It Simply Does Not
Look All Right
And Then You Are A Little
Bit Irritated And You Ask
Finally
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stories
when we were young stories were told
That I'd kiss you sweet like
People said there was a connection between us
Now that we're old stories are told
Of how I hold you tight
Whenever I see those people I tell them they were right
Stories will be told
From when our children are young
until they're old
About our endless love
We must have had a blessing from above
Stories will be told until we're old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Stories will be told until we're old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Until the sun won't rise
Oh
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Awkward And Uncomfortable
Hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
Then let me crack a joke to break the ice.
The simplest one will suffice.
My shyness is a wire that need to be spliced.
When under such exposure can I keep my composure?
I just do not know.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
Then let me fall apart right in front of everyone.
Let me share in my horror stories of what some would call life.
Some would ask the question but isn't it fun?
I would say yes but at times I just want to run.
Hide in a dark corner holding a sharp knife.
It's pointed and ready.
I'm so scared.
Feelings in rawness to bare.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
They say practice makes perfect.
But of that paraphrase I feel so deserted.
No matter how many times I try one is just as awkward as the next.
It gets me all anxious and upset.
What if i do it wrong?
Worst yet if I do it exactly right and this one girl gets turned on?
What if she one of those that expects something a lonely soul like me can never give?
As things perpetuate at a steady pace it gets harder and harder to say no.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
But hello, my friends again.
Let me reintroduce the proper way.
First my name with a little more attitude and confidence.
~At The Age Of 27 In Someways I Still Feel Like A Child.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Wrong Timing
when you got in
i went out
such is the wrong timing
of your
compassion
then we talk
about the proper timing
of our desires
you set the time, the place, and the mood
now it is not just desire but
love
yes, love,
but sometimes i still wonder
what love is
when two people meet at the proper time
the proper place, and the proper mood
when everything seems right
and yet
feels so wrong
when everything is supposedly proper
and yet
there is still this
feeling of impropriety
i am 48 years old and you are 49
and i am just asking
when we all want to be inside the room of
ecstacy
and yet
they all want us
out
just because they also feel
that the timing may be right
but it simply does not
look all right
and then you are a little bit irritated and you ask
finally:
why do you talk too much?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Run And Dance And Play
'The mission of poetry is to create among people
the possibility of wonder, admiration, mystery,
the sense that life is marvelous...
To make life a marvel-that is the role of poetry.'
- OCTAVIO PAZ
she finally admits that she likes octavio
but she does not understand him, and i quip
that if that is the case, you must stop reading him, he is killing you
and your initial desire to be in love with poetry
isn't it that the mission of poetry is to create this marvel?
this admiration? this feeling that life is marvelous?
that there is still this wonderful feeling left inside us
despite the odds?
if octavio makes you wonder about more wonders
continue reading the magnificence of his lines
marvel, marvel, marvel
but if he does not achieve that purpose in you
try reading back those nursery rhymes
those that make you feel better and make you
go back to the niceties of your childhood
run and play and dance and sing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You've Got Everything
Life is full of stories and you've got everything,
But the sky is the limit fopr those who estimated it;
And whatever you want to do,
Do it for love.
You've got everything to do it for love,
So hold on to your lover's heart.
Your true romance is needed on this love,
You've got everything to do it for love;
How time flies when you are having fun.
Life is full of stories around us so,
Know more about nature's rule to lead you on;
To err is human but to love is the best.
Better to love than to sit on the wall of hate,
You've got everything to do it for love.
It is better to explore with your love than,
To sit on the wall of hate;
Go beyond the skies to learn things for yourself.
Now that we've got love,
What are we going to do about it?
You've got everything to do it for love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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One travels so as to learn once more how to marvel at life in the way a child does. And blessed be the poet, the artist who knows how to keep alive his sense of wonder.
quote by Ella Maillart
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The Man, The Demon
I tell you this man spits out so many ideas in a day
How is it even possible
Their is just no way
Maybe not a man
A demon of sorts
With talents as every resort
Lighting coming out of his finger tips
He hiccups and there's another
Not all as brilliant
Not all as defiant
Each their own unique characteristics
He builds stories upon stories with nothing other then a fountain pen
He is the best writer I have ever known
With proper etiquette that defies all sense of being
With his words he has shown
As I just a simple man continue seeing
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Draw Closer to God
Draw closer to God
and He will draw nigh unto thee,
provided you’re willing to…
demonstrate actual honesty.
For He can always see
intentions written upon one’s heart.
Stop playing games and come clean;
otherwise, His Spirit may soon depart.
Jehovah transcends the boundaries of time;
So to Him, there is nothing new under the sun.
Start by freely accepting Salvation’s gift,
which was provided by the Divine One.
One can keep His presence nearby -
For He always inhabits our praise.
Open your mouth and sing of His joy,
during the remainder of your days.
Draw closer to God
and He will draw nigh too.
Know that He dearly covets a…
lasting relationship with you.
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poem by Joseph James Breunig 3rd
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Sleepwalker
Maybe I could be the one they adore
That could be my reputation
Its where Im from that lets them think Im a whore
Im an educated virgin
Sleepwalker, dont be shy
Now dont open your eyes tonight
Youll be the one that defends my life
While Im dead asleep dreamin
Cupid, dont draw back your bow
Sam cooke didnt know what I know
Ill never be your valentine
The sleepwalker in me
And God only know that Ive tried
Let me in, let me drown or learn how to swim
Just dont leave me at the window
I could be the one to be your next best friend
You may need someone to hold you
Sleepwalker, take this knife
You may see someone tonight
Youd be the one that saves my life
When Im dead asleep dreamin
Cupid, dont draw back your bow
Sam cooke didnt know what I know
Ill never be your valentine
The sleepwalker in me
And God only know that Ive tried
Im in your movie and everyone looks sad
But I can hear you, your voice, the laughtrack
But you never saw my best scene
The one where I sleep
Sleepwalk into your dreams
Now, sleepwalker, whats my line
Its only a matter of time
Until I learn to open up my eyes
When Im dead asleep dreamin
Cupid, dont draw back your bow
Sam cooke didnt know what I know
Ill never be your valentine
The sleepwalker in me
Now, the sleepwalker in me
Now, the sleepwalker in me
And God only know that Ive tried
song performed by by Wallflowers
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