The job of the novelist is to invent: to embroider, to color, to embellish, to make things up.
quote by Donna Tartt
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If you are a novelist of a certain type of temperament, then what you really want to do is re-invent the world. God wasn't too bad a novelist, except he was a Realist.
quote by John Barth
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Sigmund Freud was a novelist with a scientific background. He just didn't know he was a novelist. All those damn psychiatrists after him, they didn't know he was a novelist either.
quote by John Irving
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Color
Performed by the steeles
Composed by prince
Color me black if u color me just like u
Color me angry if u color me less than I do
(whoa, whats your color? )
Yeah, whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color?
Color me happy if u teach me what I need 2 know
Color me gone if u dont, if u dont cuz every child needs 2 grow
This I know
(whoa, whats your color? )
Oh, whats your color, yeah?
I wanna know
(whoa, whats your color? )
Oh, whats your color?
Listen (listen)
Love is my color when Im shown love in return
But when I am not, its a bet u can guess what I have learned
Whats my color?
Hey
Color me green (color me green) if I cannot have what uve got
Color me blue (blue) until I do cuz the fire will shonuff be hot
Yes it will
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Hey yeah
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Oh, make me a promise (make me a promise)
Oh, make me a promise (that whatever u color me) that whatever u color me
U will at least color me then I can color u 2
Whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Hey
Color
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color, yeah?
Whats your color?
Make it love
Whats your color?
Mine is love
(whoa, whats your color? ) yeah
(whoa, whats your color? )
Whats your color?
(whoa, whats your color? )
song performed by by Prince
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Color Me
I wish that they would color me
The color of the rose
The color of the spring
Or the color of the snow.
If again they’d color me
The color that I would be
Would be the color I could see
As long as I am free.
As I wish that they would color me
The color of the trees
Or the color of the leaves
And then that color I would be.
I wish that I was a rainbow
With the many colors of the sky
Or the single color of a star
Shimmering in the night.
And if again they would color me
The color that I would be
Would be the color that is me
Is the color that I could see.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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What Color? (Hope)
what color
was the dust
from which the stars
were made?
what color is the hunger
written on the child's face?
what color is justice,
forgiveness, desire, truth?
what color is the wind....
the rain, gravity,
and knowledge?
what color is equality?
what color is freedom?
what color is eternity?
what color is redemption?
what color is God?
what color were the nails
that hung Jesus on the cross?
what color was enlightenment
falling on the Buddha as he sat
'neath that tree?
what color is prejudice, hatred,
fear, greed, apathy.....
what color your skin?
nay, what color is your blood?
and what color are the eyes
of humanity staring through the darkness?
and what color is hope?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sonnets -Wake Up, Indian Scientists
'Aim for the Moon, ' - my Indian scientists all;
'And get your space-shuttle ready to land, '
'Discover, Invent, '- is Man's clarion-call,
So, grab the Moon-rocks, if need be, by hand!
“Aim for the Stars and you will land in Mars, '
Our poverty will invent many things;
Ambitions must be tall, don't stop with cars;
Your Indianness could make you real Kings.
Your brain has functioned very well till now;
So, make your extra Betz-cells work with zest,
Achievements are decided from above;
Unite; Be patriotic; Do your best.
Nothing around should make you lose your calm;
Nothing should stop a Man of Science perform.
poem by John Celes
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The novelist and the poet
the difference between
the poet and the novelist
the former invites you
straight into his world
a canvas that takes
words for paint
humour for techniques
realism for images
the novelist
on the other hand
flatters you with
his intelligence
but takes the liberty
to hide behind
each of his creation/character
hard it would be to
find the man in
the maze of his words
you would gain more
hunting for him in town
the novelist is a
calculative trader
seizing any idea that could
help him sell his words
the humble poet though has
to sniff out his real self, his own god-instilled rhythm,
to let us share his adventures, colours, dreams
the novelist craft words for money
the poet craft words - to find himself and shares it with those -
who wish to find their own selves
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Red.
Red,
The color of blood,
Red,
The color of my tortured bud..
The color of my rose,
The color of my focus,
The color of my arm,
The blood streaming,
Down
Down
I pull my blade upto the little spot I dug,
Make it deeper and longer...
Let's all just start over again.
RED
RED
The color of my broken hearted soul,
RED
RED
The bleeding that I suffice in all words.
In all words.
poem by Cory Burton
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Not One Of My Greatest Attributes
My position has always been,
To present the facts!
With the getting of them out of the way.
To free the air of false pretentions.
But many refuse to see the facts,
For what they are.
And instead wish to embellish their delusions,
With beliefs facts presented...
They can re-invent with a bit of flourishing.
Only to later discover those facts presented to them,
Came from experiences many fantasized do not get.
And being patient is not one of my greatest attributes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black And White So Alike
In my journey in life, I met many people and many issues
and I used many tissues, cried many tears thru the years.
I found people of color are similar to white and alike
in so many ways, they have feelings like white people
and maybe even more, people say to me why you bother
with people of color, I say people are people, color
and white are so alike, have feelings so alike and they
can bond like anyone else, talk for hours and laughs
about little things and big things.
People of color and white are so alike I am greatful to have
met special people in my life, make me feel good when I am down,
make me laugh when I cry, tell me its okay to feel sad, and thats
not bad to feel down sometimes because thats how it is, People of color and white so alike in many ways, they share sorrow and pain, cry
and laugh together, have long or short lunch or just walk
around corner its still something to talk about.
People of color and white so alike in many ways and thats what I say
and I will miss my friend now that she moved on, but our friendship stayed on....
poem by Hedi Vlacich
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Your' Rule of Thumb
I'm the LIAR?
When?
Where?
Prove it!
And when you're done microscoping,
What I have exposed?
Do not apologize to me.
Don't do that!
Please.
Since I am accustomed to being accused as such.
Apologize to the generations of folks,
You've taught to follow...
'Your' rule of thumb,
To accuse,
With no research being done!
I may exaggerate!
But I do not embellish my achievements.
That's why I publicly document each one!
To be announced from the horse's mouth!
IF I were to embellish,
And relish in the embellishment of doing it...
I'd adorn a cape and a mask.
Swing from a vine in African jungles.
Or tell my version of how the West was won!
Without one colored face among the cavalry.
'There are no colored faces among them! '
Well...
Those are not 'exactly' MY achievements.
I did say IF I were to embellish my achievements!
Which I don't.
IF I had participated?
Of course...
All of them would be faces of color!
From MY perspective.
And I 'guess' that's why some folks,
Do not perceive themselves as liars.
They are giving 'their' perspective on things!
Life!
And what is 'assumed' to be right.
Note:
Origin of 'Rule of Thumb'
It has been said to have been derived from the belief
that English law allowed a man to beat his wife with a stick
no thicker than his thumb!
In 1782, Judge Sir Francis Buller is reported to have made this
a legal ruling. A man known to be harsh in his punishments.
And had a reputation for arrogance. However, no substantial
evidence has been found that he ever expressed an opinion.
Thus, my 'Your Rule of Thumb' can only be substantiated
from parts of 'truths' revealed. i.e. if an activity can be researched
as proclaimed and documented. That 'activity' is validated to have
been accomplished. That is the intent of the creation of this poem!
~LSP~
OH!
Source of info? Researched.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A wold made of pink
It's just a new obsession
A color which makes me go insane
Pink is not any kind of fiction
Pink always helps me gain
Faith, confidence and everything I need
Trust, joy and a bit of laughter
This color helps me succeed
Pink is the color of my eyes
Only when I look at you
Pink makes me an angel in disguise
It's the color which brings joy to me and my crew
Pink is a color so mighty, so great
Pink is the color my face
Turns when I'm late
Pink is the color which nothing can replace
It's the color which I can't stop thinking of
Neither day nor night
Pink symbolizes my love
Pink is the color of the light
Which shines in my heart for you
It's the color of a wonderland
This color shouldn't be withdrew
It's the color of my imaginary sand
Pink is the color my cat wants to be
Pink is the color of the sun which shines
Pink is the color the world can see
Pink is the color which gives me signs
poem by Mia Peterson
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What is the Color of love?
Written by: Wilfred C. Mellers Monday, February 12,2007
I have dated different people before and the one thing that I have found out is that we all want the same thing. To love and be loved, to be understood and appreciated, to be valued as a human being, and to be respected as a couple.
It doesn’t matter who you are or where you come from.
What matters the most is what is on the inside.
Trust doesn’t come with a color
Honesty doesn’t come with a color
Commitment doesn’t come with a color
Hope doesn’t come with a color
Sharing doesn’t come with a color
Faith doesn’t come with a color
Sacrifice doesn’t come with a color
Wanting doesn’t come with a color
Despair and loneliness doesn’t come with a color
Unfaithfulness doesn’t come with a color
Longevity doesn’t come with a color
Caring doesn’t come with a color
Wanting to be with someone doesn’t come with a color
Spending your life with someone doesn’t come with a color
Giving oneself doesn’t come with a color
Sharing values doesn’t come with a color
If all these things don’t come with a color, then why do we look at the superficial than the substance of love? It doesn’t matter who you are with but that you are with someone that loves and cares for you. That someone that will be there for you in your darkest hour of need is what that is important. We train our kids to look at the differences that we have than look at the content of ones character. We all belong to the human family and this is what makes us the same. We are all like flowers blooming in a great garden we call earth. We come in many different colors, shades, and styles. What makes us different is what makes us the same. A bee doesn’t care about the color of the flower only that the nectar is sweet.
You my friend are sweet nectar that blooms only for awhile just to disappear till time again to bloom. Cherish the differences that make us all human. A color is nothing more than just that; a color.
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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It's a struggle but that's why we exist, so that another generation of Lesbians of color will not have to invent themselves, or their history, all over again.
quote by Audre Lorde
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Red Is The Color I See
Red Is the Color I See
Red is the only color she can see
Dripping from the sky sliding from the trees
Red is the only color she sees
From the blink of an eye to a dropp of a penny
Red is the only color she sees
From the pain exploding within
To the drink being mixed with vodka or Gin
Red Is the Color Hanging On the Walls
Crawling on the floor and sliding down the halls
Red it the blanket that covers her a night
The color that hugs her skin so tight
Red is the Color that whispers death
That suck up the air and your last breathe
Red is the color tell her it will be ok
Just lay down close your eyes and pray
Red is the color that didn't make it through the night
Eyes closed no more memories in sight
Red it the color that hung on the knife
Gone was a life
No a breathe or a blink
The knife now lies in the sink.
poem by Jamelia Lane
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The Color Red
1. red the color of war
2. red makes many weep and roar
3. red is death to many
4. widow of a ton, ten maybe twenty
5. red burns the men in yellow the ones with hoses
6. red puddled together
7. red the color of roses
8. lieing in a coffin
9. red wives moan in sorrow
10. moms scream untill the day of tommorrow
11. everyone cares about things
12. but know one shares there feelings
13. of the color red
14. for the color of red people shed to many tears
15. for soldiers the color red is the only thing to fear.
BY: Kenneth Jackson
poem by Kenneth Jackson
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Ode to the color blue
There’s ever so much more to blue
Than just a color
It’s as much an emotion
As it is a hue
Blue is the tender soul
Of sky, flower and ocean
And the blessing and bane
Of me and you
Dye of desperation
Paint of despair
Wistful wash of wisdom
And the pale shade of prayer
A name for a pet
A descriptor of sea
Four letter word…Tho’
The best one that could be
It is substance, it has meaning
Is nothing, yet so many things…
All the while, tis just a color
Only a color, ...yet a color with wings
poem by David Whalen
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I just find things that work and embellish them.
quote by Lindsey Buckingham
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Color Red
to everything that life stands for in this color
Red is the color of my life
Still stop at cross roads may
Not knowing to proceed or go back
Look to God to show me the way
Red is the color of my passion
It wills that life screams new
A wish that dreams are fulfilled
If really, god did wish it true
Red is the color of my search
For the intelligence crackling few
They confidently take the path
I wish I also just knew
Red is the color of my dreams
They stand alone at sway
I beckon them within my reach
They will, to be far away
Red is the color of my hope
It cries to me to just trust
How do I, the world's so bad
If I do, I feel I just must
Red is the color of my faith
I hold it strong, in awe
I fail at every cornerstone
I breathe, not knowing how
Red is the color of my strength
It overtakes the weak in me
But when it comes to deciding
I feel so weak, you see
Red is the color of my belief
I feel it true but strange
The will to make it my own
For anything, it shall not change
Red is the color of my blood
It spills, in spurts through me
The pressure, it seeks release
It's God's wish, true must be
By aryaindia
Author's comments:
There is no doubt about the effect of the color red on our emotions.
poem by Aryaindia India
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I have a sense that many Americans, especially those like me with European or foreign parents, feel they have to invent their families just as they have to invent themselves.
quote by Philip Levine
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