We want a story that starts out with an earthquake and works its way up to a climax.
quote by Samuel Goldwyn
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Story Of My Life
The story of my life
is very plain to read
it starts the day you came
and ends the day you leave
The story of my life
begins and ends with you
the names are still the same
and the story's still the truth
I was alone
you found my waiting
and made me your own
I was afraid
that somehow I never could be
the man that you wanted of me
You're the story of my life
and every word is true
each chapter sings your name
each page begins with you
It's the story of our times
and never letting go
and if I die today
I wanted you to know
Stay with my here
share with me care with me
stay and be near
and when it began
I'd lie awake every night
just knowing somewhere deep inside
that our affair just might write
The story of my life
it's so very plain to read
it starts the day you came
and ends the day you leave
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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A show is like having a climax. It's like having an incredible, natural climax. And then suddenly it's all finished, and you don't know what to do next.
quote by Rod Stewart
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The Beautiful Rose
A beautiful rose
With crimson petals
Bloomed in
In the back yard
She laughs and plays
Under the rays
The wind caresses
Her face, the rain
Washes her dirt
And makes her bright
Aesthetic sight
Worthy to be put
In the memory
Of the hard disk
The story is not so simple
It has twists and turns
Yet to get the climax
Before comes to an end
The cruel tale unfolds
The owner of the rose
Is type of Romeo
With colourful wishes
Better He knows
How should end
a love story
So He sends
A man of his gang
Very obedient
With apparently cruel
But artistic hands
Me, the gardener
A mere caretaker
Beg for mercy
But I am told
He has a better place
To keep a beautiful rose
With a pretension
Of cough and cold
His man comes
Spreads his hand
And plucks the rose
Before reaching the climax
Keeping the promises she shows
And walking down the miles of the roads,
this story ends in a tragedy
In a folder of the hard disk
He leaves for me only a tearful memory.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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My Own Story
My own story may be the same like somebody's story,
My own life may be the same like somebody's life,
My own pains may be the same like sombody's pains,
my own works may be similar to somebody's works,
But you can't wait for the weight tired at my waist like the huge waste in your land!
And like the sad end of Whitney Houston.
Cases, bases, stases, phases, chases, vases;
But the insight of my love is noted to you all from shore to shore,
However, my own story on this side of the lake may be like that of somebody's.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I like to compare the holiday season with the way a child listens to a favorite story. The pleasure is in the familiar way the story begins, the anticipation of familiar turns it takes, the familiar moments of suspense, and the familiar climax and ending.
quote by Fred Rogers
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The Story Of My Life
Words and music by neil diamond
The story of my life is very plain to read
It starts the day you came
And ends the day you leave
The story of my life begins and ends with you
The names are still the same
And the storys still the truth
I was alone.
You found me waiting and made me your own
I was afraid
That somehow I never could be a man that you wanted of me
Youre the story of my life, and every word is true
Each chapter sings your name
Each page begins with you
Its the story of our times and never letting go
If I die today, I wannted yo to know
Stay with me here
Share with me, care with me
Stay and be near
And when it began Id lie awake every night
Just knowing somewhere deep inside
That our affair just might write
The story of my life is very plain to read
It starts the day you came
It ends the day you leave
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Sperm
'What on Earth are you doing? '
I'm trying to get inside.
But I don't want to offend anyone.
'Just be direct.
You will be more effective.
You'll be fine.'
I was told that when I came,
To be dropped off.
'Stay firm, Sperm.
That's all I've got to say.
Eventually you will figure it out.
God works in mysterious ways.'
Tell me about it!
That's all I heard...
Before the screeching came to a halt.
And I was dropped off here!
I didn't ask for this.
To climax my existence.
Or know what or who...
I'll eventually meet.
When inside I'm there to greet.
'Like I said...
God works in mysterious ways! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The climax before death
Death is the goal for living things.
Each death has a climax on the eve.
The hero succumbs in the climax.
How horrible it'd be is one's fate.
23.01.2012.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Real Fright
Real frights the story of a maddening darkness,
It leaves your hands and your face real tight,
Your mind starts to wander while your body starts shaking,
Your mouth feels dry as your bones start aching.
You want to know the pattern thas has gripped your life,
Your heart starts pounding while youre breathing real fright,
A face chalk white that starts the sight,
Ears hear the sounds of real fright.
song performed by by Iron Butterfly
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I Never Liked You. I think that's my best book. I think it works the best as a story, and I like the drawing. It works on both levels, for me at least.
quote by Chester Brown
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Surprise in Japan - Our Rattling Plates
earthquake
teutonic plates rattle
our plates
earthquake
rattling our nerves
the plates on the shelf
softly rattling
to an earthquake
our plates on the shelf
ratting plates
our seismic
detector
rattling plates
oh it is the earthquake
bothering us again
Ring of Fire
every now and then
our plates rattle
rattling plates
a belief in fate keeps
my heart calm
rattling plates
i put my life in
the hands of god
Japan is on one of the most siesmic proned region of the world called ring of fire. In our apartment, every now and then, the plates we stack one over the other on the shelf would rattle. When the earthquake was
strong enough, they would jump off the shelf. It was a surprise to me at first when I heard our plates rattled every now and then especially at night.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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a Lovely Desire
A LOVELY DESIRE: -
Redness of roses, sweetness of wine,
From here starts, the story mine.
Story is nothing new, I can say,
Just collecting all things I meet on the way
It’s a not story of a prince or a king
Neither of a free flying bird or its broken wing
It’s a story of a slave waiting for a queen
Changing everything, how harsh it has been
Like a kid’s wish it may seam
Who doesn’t look after anything and just dream
Waiting for the beautiful fairy, I still sit on a log
Coz I am not a prince but a stupid liitle frog.
poem by Saurabh Chitranshi
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We are the wise couple
The interval of our marital life has come.
The married life always starts with a climax
and then taper further and further.
Apathy rules; clever as we are, we over rule.
I, whose inward eyes seek in her my other wives,
And she, whose discreet searching mind seeks
In me her other husbands, could still be active in sex.
An unaduterating adultery.
22.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I don't think I prefer writing for one age group above another. I am just as pleased with a story which I feel works well for very small children as I do with a story for young adults.
quote by Margaret Mahy
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Natural
Nature and you
don't control yourself
let nature control you
your climax isn't defined by yourself
your climax will be recognized after death
Triptych
Prelude, climax, aftermath,
that is the story of our lives, triptych
that takes away from he who hath,
without bell, book or even candlestick,
what he regarded as his own,
his life, which will be confiscated and
leave him with nothing, all alone,
trite triptych trash within a no-man’s land.
His narrative is adumbrated,
returning earth to earth, to adamah,
where he as prelude was created,
to be mere aftermath, from climax far.
Adamah is Hebrew for “earth, ” and the root of the name of “Adam, ” which in the Creative narrative denotes “First Man, created from the earth” (Gen.2: 7) .
Inspired by an article by Alan Jenkins in the TLS, December 5,2008 (“Human Meat”) . He writes:
That so many of Bacon’s motifs derived, in complex, vigilant ways from photography and film is entirely consistent with his acute awareness that these new art forms had rendered representation in painting obsolete, and with his horror of mere “illustration”. This was not to say that painting should not deal in “fact”: just that fact comprehended more than what is “seen naturally”. “One wants a thing to be as factual as possible and at the same time as deeply suggestive or deeply unlocking of areas of sensation other than simple illustration of the object”, as Bacon put it to David Sylvester. He was also one of the most literary of painters, an admirer of Ulysses, an avid reader of poetry and drama who saw that the Oresteia and T. S. Eliot’s Sweeney Agonistes were blood relations, who liked to quote lines from both yet who repeatedly and sometimes fiercely repudiated attempts to read “a story” into his own work.
But he insisted too much. At one level, his habit of working in triptychs, and at a deeper one the suggestiveness he often in fact achieved, not just in triptychs but in single paintings, militates against that very insistence. It is hard to look at such works as the “Crucifixions” of 1962 and 65, “Lying Figure” (1969) , “Triptych, Studies from the Human Body” (1970) or “Triptych March 1974” without a sense of prelude, climax and aftermath – though not necessarily in that order. Some such adumbrated narrative, an intimate human drama about to be embarked on, concluded or aborted also haunts the restrained and very beautiful portrait studies of a suited “Man in Blue”, his face and hands bright-lit on a deep blue ground, that are at once the most “readable” of all Bacon’s male figures, and the most ambiguous.
12/8/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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She Works Hard For The Money
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Onetta there in the corner stand
and wonders where she is and
it's strange to her
some people seem to have everything
Nine a.m. on the hour hand
and she's waiting for the bell
and she's looking real pretty
just wait for her clientele
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Twenty five years have
come and gone
and she' seen a lot of tears
of the ones who come in
they really seem to need her there
It's a sacrifice working day to day
for little money just tips for pay
But it's worth it all
just to hear them say that they care
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She already knows
she's seen her bad times
she already knows
these are the good times
She'll never sell out
she never will
not for a dollar bill
she works hard
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
song performed by by Donna Summer from The Donna Summer Anthology
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A Chapter
All have chapters in this life. Since the birth a story started to be written about people present. Our link starts to be with others who were mostly strangers to us. A liking starts to be and that liking even turns into love. This special feeling starts to be realized and when the person whom we love leaves us then it happens to be end of joyful feeling. Tears fill the life in a very cruel manner. This feeling pains and nothing is known anymore. This forms a chapter of love and life, which is painful.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXX: Story
Story about future is called imagination
Story about past is called memories
Story about present is called reality
Story that becomes true is called prophecy
Story that becomes unfulfilled is called regret
Story that becomes no end is called boasting
Small story is called experience
Epic story is called history
Forgotten story is called lesson
Story that becomes obsession is called ambition
Story that becomes untold is called secret
Story that becomes go its own way is called life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Honey eyes.
(for the girl in the bookstore)
lover and friend,
my very beginning,
my very end,
lips painted red,
cascading,
my breath fading,
a woman body sheathed
in dreams,
and toe curling climax
of gods beauty and natures touch,
breast heaving,
crests of heavenly brown,
shivers
of lovemaking on blades of grass,
and raven hair,
oooh! to be the climax vibrating in her chest!
poem by Cupid Missed
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