The thing about it is, all those races we lost, we won this race together. We won it as a team.
quote by Dale Earnhardt
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I go to see grand prix every year, and I watch every race on TV for sure. I probably go to three or four CART races and three or four Formula One races.
quote by Emerson Fittipaldi
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The race and the entrants
Running the RaceRunning the race, the entrant is thinking,
How shall I go, shall I be fast tracking;
The man calls their names and they each get down,
But someone starts off early, oh what a frown.
They all get ready, and the man says ready, set go,
Off they all start, around the track they all know,
The runner he thinks, as he races along there,
Have I done enough practice, as the crowd do stare.
But; soon he starts to put speed in each step,
And races ahead, The pace has some depth;
As they come up fast to the first time round,
One of the runners knocks another to the ground.
The runner is now fifteen feet ahead of the rest,
He wants to win the race, another medal in his nest;
As the race comes soon to the end for each one,
That entrant remembered the race of life soon to come.
As Paul had spoken of the race we all run,
In life it's not how much we have, but what we've done;
We run the race of life, seeking to live right,
Serving God our Father, walking in the light.
As we get to the end of the race we run,
When we finish our race well hear hopefully well done;
We can't go wrong when we do right and serve the Lord,
Pray, show kindness and care, and study His Word.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Riders in the Stand
There's some that ride the Robbo style, and bump at every stride;
While others sit a long way back, to get a longer ride.
There's some that ride as sailors do, with legs, and arms, and teeth;
And some that ride the horse's neck, and some ride underneath.
But all the finest horsemen out -- the men to Beat the Band --
You'll find amongst the crowd that ride their races in the Stand.
They'll say "He had the race in hand, and lost it in the straight."
They'll know how Godby came too soon, and Barden came too late
They'll say Chevalley lost his nerve, and Regan lost his head;
They'll tell how one was "livened up" and something else was "dead" --
In fact, the race was never run on sea, or sky, or land,
But what you'd get it better done by riders in the Stand.
The rule holds good in everything in life's uncertain fight;
You'll find the winner can't go wrong, the loser can't go right.
You ride a slashing race, and lose -- by one and all you're banned!
Ride like a bag of flour, and win -- they'll cheer you in the Stand
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Race, what is that? Race is a competition, somebody winning and somebody losing. Blood doesn't run in races! Come on!
quote by Beah Richards
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Baseball is a game of race, creed, and color. The race is to first base. The creed is the rules of the game. The color? Well, the home team wears white uniforms, and the visiting team wears gray.
quote by Joe Garagiola
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Lost in Memories
I am lost in this world
I am lost with this fear
I am lost with no sounds
I am lost with out you here
I am lost with out your touch
I am lost with out feelings
I am lost with no lights
I have lost all my senses
I have lost my mind
I have lost every thing in just one night
I have lost my voice and my sight
I may have lost every thing that I hold dear
But I have not lost the memories we shared
poem by Jenna Kelley
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Races Run and Done Just For Fun
Winning races,
Use to mean...
A change of pace,
Of those high stakes placed...
With a bet!
And this would excite
Those who made them with delight.
With a feeling 'something' has been won.
Today,
Races are run...
To go through motions!
These races run and done just for fun,
Are done just for the running.
Not to accomplish a thing for anyone.
Even the serious ones who have grown tired of the fun,
Done...
Are feeling a numbness from those races run.
With the best of political dupings pooped!
With hollow victories achieving nothing.
But a cheering of excitement heard,
From everyone.
In the beginning.
Then a stirring of jeers from those disappointed.
Find expectations resume a familiarity.
Leaving empty promises mouthed but not yet begun.
And a stagnated movement,
Returns with clarity.
A clarity of reality once hushed and shunned.
And everyone begins to see...
These races run to go through motions,
Produces for them...
Hollow victories.
And banners once held high,
Are hidden.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Races, Horse Races?
I see the different races,
But I don't really care,
The color of the skin,
Not really my affair.
I see the different races,
And never do I stare,
I hate the mental braces,
That we all know are there,
For me there are two races,
The Good and then the Bad,
There are good Human Beings,
Then others that abuse,
The Bad harm all our Races,
And don't do us much good.
We're all brothers and sisters,
It's written in the books,
It's better to be noble,
Than just a bunch of crooks.
poem by Sandra Feldman
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I'm not trying to get back on a team, but I have tried to stay in shape just in case a team needs a point guard. A championship team. I wouldn't go to any other team.
quote by Tim Hardaway
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If You Look For Evil
If you look for evil good you cannot see
For your eyes only tell you what they want you in others to see
Of good and bad races you keep telling me
But your opinions are different to mine we see things differently.
I've worked with those of different races and backgrounds and in truth I can say
That people as a whole are quite good in their own way
Of different beliefs and cultures but I found them to be okay
If you show respect for others respect to you they will pay.
When you start comparing races you I do not wish to hear
your ignorance on such matters only based on your fear
Of those you see as different to you difference you cannot embrace
'Tis wrong to condemn people because of their race.
If you are only looking for flaws in those who are different to you then flaws you will find
To the good that is in them you do become blind
In this multicultural World your thinking renders you as small
One must admire those who believe in a fair go for all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The important thing to recognize is that it takes a team, and the team ought to get credit for the wins and the losses. Successes have many fathers, failures have none.
quote by Philip Caldwell
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I think we're a deeper team, a better team, we still have work to do... nothing is guaranteed, but hopefully we got the mentality to play on the road, and we're starting to get our home thing back in order now-if we can do that we'll be just fine.
quote by Karl Malone
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Pray To God.
To pray to God no
Vigor is lost.
To wait for God no
Time is lost.
To plead to God no
Repute is lost.
To ask of God no
Breath is lost.
To move to God no
Hope is lost.
To lose to God no
Race is lost.
To obey to God no
Grasp is lost.
To hold onto God no
Desire is lost.
To believe in God no
Peace is lost.
To seek pardon of God
No virtue is lost.
So if trust in God
You will never be lost.
poem by Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani
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Little lost chidren
Little lost children of the land,
Who will take hold of their hand.
Who will lead them over life's rough places,
Mother's at bingo, dads at the races.
They see the world through lonely eyes,
No one hears their cries.
Social workers face a locked door,
Who can they, their troubles pour.
Little lost children when you have grown,
When you have children of your own.
Will you guide them over lifes rough places,
Or will mum be at bingo, dad at the races
poem by Sheila Stead
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Which is the strongest?
Team A beat team B,
Team B beat team C
And team C, team A
None is the strongest.
Time is the strongest
12.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lost In Space
Have you seen that girl
With the strange look on her face?
Shes a pretty little thing but shes lost
Lost in space
Shes in another world
Yeah shes off in adistant place
Shes a pretty little thing but shes lost
Yeah shes lost in space
Yeah shes lost in space
And I cant understand a word she says
And I dont know why shes such a mess
And I cant get through no matter what I do
But I love her anyway
And she walks the earth
But shes not from the human race
Shes a pretty little thing but shes lost
Yeah shes lost in space
Yeah shes lost in space
And I cant understand a word she says
And I dont know why shes such a mess
And I cant get through no matter what I do
But I love her anyway
Id try to talk to her
But it seems like such a waste
Cause shes a pretty little thing but shes lost
Yeah shes lost in space
Yeah shes lost in space
Yeah shes lost in space
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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You And I (And Two Football Teams)
you and i
met not long ago
you and i
were a thing of love
we were idolized by all
then the day came
you cheated on me
with the football team
what happened?
to you and i?
i didnt expect you to do this
i let my guard fall
and now as the open woulds bleed through
my heart cant take any more
but as the days go on without you
the wounds do not close
do not heal
my heart weakens more and more
then i heard
you slept with the visiting football team
the same night
as you slept with our home team
i cant take this anymore
you betrayed me
and our home football team
you slept with the visiting team
this is the final blow to my heart
as i walk into your house
i load my nine
i walk into your room
and look you in the eye
despite the other 3 men there
i empty my entire clip
into your slim tan body
i save one bullet
to end my hearts pain
the other 3 men
long gone now
i am now with you
and you are
with only me
we ended up together
yet again
just you and i
poem by Ground Sniper
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Race in a Race
Absurd and upright races are held.
Rare birds and goring bulls thrill and maul.
The toddlers walk fast and the girls fly and dance.
There is race to buy in auction,
the high-performing cricketers
and a race to see nudity in the nets.
Bright chaps in medicine and engineering
race to join terror outfits, thanks to the tenets
they imbibe, and alarm the nation with weak laws.
The youth said to be suppressed so long
race to harass the girls of soft castes
and go in a mob to silence, any grumble.
The youth of these days know all trickery,
race to seat on the seats of power
and demand bribes in open in offices.
Hired gangs race to wield weapons,
kill in the premises of courts
and the cops and the courts book and let them free.
There is a race to encroach the vacant plots,
a race to snatch the sacred-chains
and a race to marry girls in plenty.
In what race you’re will make you
get entry into the hall of fame or shame.
See, they smile and hail walking towards the jail!
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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In sixth grade, my basketball team made it to the league championships. In double overtime, with three seconds left, I rebounded the ball and passed it - to the wrong team! They scored at the buzzer and we lost the game. To this day, I still have nightmares!
The relay race
I may have been the slowest child
to ever run in track and field
I was a foodie even then
with not the fastest set of wheels.
I still have the medal that I won
for finishing in second place.
awarded to our relay team
In a two team relay race
I was the anchor(aptly named)
they could have called me 'ball and chain'
The other three were none to spry
We were well matched those three and I.
By the time the baton reached my hand
My competitor neared the promised land
I set out full steam(for me)
as he crossed the line to victory.
I gamely tried to speed in haste
for what I knew was second place
and I was genuinely surprised
when they gave medals to us guys.
I never after won a race
nor finished either show or place.
I prize the medal that I got.
If I was a horse, they'd have me shot.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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