Memoirs are the backstairs of history.
quote by George Meredith
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Anyone who believes you can't change history has never tried to write his memoirs.
quote by David Ben Gurion
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Black History Month
In January...
There they are making history.
In February...
There they are making history.
In March...
There they are making history.
In April...
There they are making history.
In May...
There they are making history.
In June...
There they are making history.
In July...
There they are making history.
In August...
There they are making history.
In September...
There they are making history.
In October...
There they are making history.
In November...
There they are making history.
In December...
There they are making history.
But...
It's nice to know
The shortest month of the year
Was chosen to celebrate
The great deeds of African-Americans!
However...
It is those LEAP YEARS,
That really have the blacks jumping for joy!
Note: 'Black History Month' along with other
works of interest can be found in...
*'MindPrints from Untouched Places-VOL I'*
~Now available online at a PC near you~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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History why do we care
History
a famous person dies
History
a war rages
History
a new invention
History
a building opens
History
what happens if something happens to me
is that history?
no....
So why do we care.....
poem by Andrea Thepoet
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History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a box of tricks with a lost key. History is a labyrinth of doors with sliding panels, a book of ciphers with the code in a cave of the Saragossa sea. History says, if it pleases, Excuse me, I beg your pardon, it will never happen again if I can help it.
quote by Carl Sandburg
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The History Teacher
Woman!
Where exactly
Did you put me
In the women's history?
Am I History?
Or a part of it?
And for how long you are lacking me in;
Between
Your History,
Women's History, and
Your archives?
Does time make sense to you
As a History teacher or
As a History professor?
Cause', History, buying time, and rejuvenation
Are for emperors.
Are you making me
An emperor?
Or a Faeroe?
If so,
How precise your are?
And if you can't feel my present presence
how possibility could you feel me through your archives?
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Our History
If my history would end here
I know
your history will begin.
Our history
happens not at the same time
how I wish I could see
what history you will make.
If my history would end here
I know
your history will begin.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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~ His[s]tory ~
History Maker ~ Fossilized Custodian
History Breaker ~ Reckless Bohemian
History Reformer ~ Abortive Artisan
History Seeker ~ Obsessive Varifocalian
History Writer ~ Hyperbolic Historian
History Critique ~ Diplomatic Confucian
History Reader ~ Befuddled Bookman.
Better Opt For ~ Gymnastic Geography
Enjoy Floor Exercise ~ In Poetry.
Won’t You?
If Not Check Cervical Spine
For Etiology Of Vertigo Sign.
==
Glossary: Humbly given for what I tried to express: ~
Varifocalian: Metaphorically used relating to a lens that is graduated to permit any length of vision between near and distant.
poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Rewind the Clock
Rewind the clock
back to the memoirs of youth,
and back to the memoirs of childhood.
See this fragile babe
wanting to live
sucking mother's breast.
Behold the day
as she managed to walk
and explored her world.
Rewind the clock
to see her bike
with her first schoolbag.
Gather the candles
being burned in the nights
in her choice of education.
See her rise up
each joyous morning
to take care of her job.
Smell the aroma
of her presence
as she smiled and laughed.
Taste the courage
of her daily struggles
as young mother and wife.
Follow her to the
dungeon of disease
and fear of the unknown.
Share the hope in her heart
as she winked at the world
Goodbye.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Reflective Romance
Dear, you learn by mind
Memoirs of yesterdays
Dear, know me again
I’m still loving you
April 1, your birthday
I can’t surpass that day
Even after several years
Rewind recall your worth
Whenever enfold me
Solicited deep kiss
Obvious your sparkling eyes
Pleaded for the passion
You are my marvel
Reflective romance
I can’t flight any more
My first love, my sweet love
So zeal your smell
So nice your tone
So lovely your heart
So nurture your feel
Wherever you are
I’m sure you join me
I wish for call you to
Upcoming world of love
Dear, you learn by heart
Memoirs of yesterdays
Wait on reflective romance
I still be devoted to you
(Riyadh,20 June 2009)
poem by Jaleel Perinjanam
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One does not learn how to die by killing others.
Chateaubriand in Memoirs
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I will leave no memoirs.
quote by Comte de Lautreamont
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The History Of Tomorrow
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of light
By dumping us in the dark with pits everywhere
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of food
By asking us to chop several fire-woods to heat up a pot full of stones
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of job creation
By making us slaves on our own soil
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of education
By dumping us in dilapidated buildings without teachers
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of accountability
By looting our treasury and asking us for yet another term in office
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our leaders fulfilled a promise of safety
By leaving pot holes large enough to swallow countless accident victims on our roads
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of how our bows and arrows
Would secure our future
I want to tell you the history of tomorrow
It’s the history of a country, a country with countless heroes
It’s the history of a country, a country with countless robbers
Robbers with fame
Robbers without shame
Robbers that we would roast with flame
© Adegbenro Adekunle Jacob
Tomorrow’s history is today. All world leaders must make real democracy work. They must be selfless. We must not wait until there is horror and terror before we learn. Nigerian leaders must shun CORRUPTION.
poem by Adegbenro Adekunle
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When you put down the good things you ought to have done, and leave out the bad ones you did do well, that's Memoirs.
quote by Will Rogers
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Memoirs are a well-known form of fiction.
quote by Frank Harris
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Come with the throes of your love
Come here my damsel fly with a coupling dance
Come to my bed of reeds I'll do the romance
Come on tiptoes, heart pressed to heart
Come my flightiest one, in the morning depart.
Come in waves that crush all cares…
Come down on wing, down heavens backstairs
Come like a spider to' web my soul's flight
Come - my demon, with kisses hot sulphite.
Come with the throes of your love to declare
Come shimmering tonight my love - mid-air!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Art Groupie
Ill never write my memoirs,
Theres nothing in my book,
The only way you see me an art groupie,
Im hooked.
Some people like to be used,
Ive been used and amused,
But thats the way I see me,
My art groupie look.
Love me in a picture,
Kiss me in a cast,
Touch me in a sculpture,
Whisper in my mask.
Dont ask me any questions,
My personal life is a bore,
Admire me in glory,
An art groupie. thats all.
Love me in a picture,
Kiss me in a cast,
Touch me in a sculpture,
Whisper in my mask.
Ill never write my memoirs,
Theres nothing in my book,
The only way you see me an art groupie,
Im hooked.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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The History of Now
The recording of culture is history;
but our culture is more than that.
It's the world of human action,
and the myths we make of the fact.
The recording of history is culture,
but our history is more than that.
It informs a hidden agenda.
Unconscious of motive we act.
It's the history of now, the history of now.
It's only the present that exists as endowed.
It's the history of now. The moment - KAPOW!
That knocks you right over and muddies your brow.
Through the prism of language, we know what we know.
We carry our baggage and stories of woe.
Victor and vanquished pride cannot budge,
the dead weight of hatred and ancestral grudge.
We fight our good fights with our hand on our heart;
the music is swelling as loved ones depart.
As sheep to the slaughter, the script cannot chart,
a course more ignoble: the propagandist's art.
The recording of history is culture,
but our culture is more than that.
More than the great individuals,
the scholars so love in their tracts.
The recording of culture is history;
but our history is more than that.
Not simple dates or statistics,
the full horror and gore still attracts.
It's the history of now, the history of now.
A strange contradiction that makes sense somehow.
It's the history of now, a mystery and shroud.
The past and the future: best fiction allowed.
poem by David SmithWhite
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Dont Stop For No-one
Dont stop for no-one
And then it goes on
(repeat 3 times)
One day my father said to me
its time for you to leave,
But dont wait for me, its pre-destiny
Dont wait around for someone to believe in
You know, history dont stop for no-one
Just like moses waiting on the mountain
You know, history dont stop for no-one
Dont hang around in the babylonian gardens
You know, history dont stop for no-one
(? ) tourist attraction
You know, history dont stop for no-one
Dont stop for no-one
And then it goes on
(repeat)
Sometimes I told I must confess
To a life of tenderness
But I just repeat what he said to me:
dont close your eyes because seeing is believing
You know, history dont stop for no-one
(? ) child, fighting for a meaning
You know, history dont stop for no-one
Dont dream too long, its time to awake now
You know, history dont stop for no-one
Like sleeping lucy waiting for a kiss now
You know, history dont stop for no-one
I think you know the way its gonna go now
You know, history dont stop for no-one
From aztech kings to new york queens
And then it goes on
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Nothing is slower than the true birth of a man.
Marguerite Yourcenar in Memoirs of Hadrian
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I've given my memoirs far more thought than any of my marriages. You can't divorce a book.
quote by Gloria Swanson
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