Happy is the novelist who manages to preserve an actual love letter that he received when he was young within a work of fiction, embedded in it like a clean bullet in flabby flesh and quite secure there, among spurious lives.
quote by Vladimir Nabokov
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Sometimes…Not….I Wonder…
Sometimes…..
I feel like we are soul mates
Sometimes not
Sometimes I see us happy and in love
Sometimes not
Sometimes I see us with children
Yeah 4 of them mafuckas
Sometimes not
Sometimes I see our courage, ability to take risks, and ambition coming between us
Sometimes not
Sometimes I look at your smile and I cry
Sometimes I wonder why
I’m alone and hurting without you
Sometimes I just want a husband-a family to call my own
Sometimes I feel as if I’m gonna end up a bitter young woman
Sometimes I wonder…..
Sometimes I wonder if my moods will push you away
If my tears will make you stay
If God will make a way
Sometimes I feel your presence
Sometimes not
Sometimes I feel as if no one and nothing can break us
Then I wonder if hip-hop can do it
The poppin’ and lockin’
Even a hip-hop plie’ got me wondering …
Is our love built on a foundation of principals, morals, and understanding?
Is it touched and anointed by God or is it just “there”?
A spectacle for all to see?
We got some decisions to make
Before sometimes becomes always
Then us will be no more
So let’s think, pray, and communicate
Let’s preserve what we have
Let’s preserve what’s beautiful
Let’s preserve our love
Wake up…Come on lover…
We got work to do!
© August 14,2006
Platinum Writers and Publishing
poem by Aaliyah SantiagoJoseph
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A non-fiction writer pretty much has the shape of the figure in front of him or her and goes about refining it. A work of non-fiction is not as difficult to write as a work of fiction, but it's not as satisfying in the end.
quote by Chaim Potok
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Tenuous and Precarious
Tenuous and Precarious
Were my guardians,
Precarious and Tenuous,
Two Romans.
My father was Hazardous,
Hazardous
Dear old man,
Three Romans.
There was my brother Spurious,
Spurious Posthumous,
Spurious was Spurious,
Was four Romans.
My husband was Perfidious,
He was Perfidious
Five Romans.
Surreptitious, our son,
Was Surreptitious,
He was six Romans.
Our cat Tedious
Still lives,
Count not Tedious
Yet.
My name is Finis,
Finis, Finis,
I am Finis,
Six, five, four, three, two,
One Roman,
Finis.
poem by Stevie Smith
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Clean
Eat clean,
Live clean,
Sleep clean,
dress clean,
Walk clean,
Learn clean,
Play clean,
Think clean,
dance clean,
Talk clean,
Sing clean,
work clean,
Because the world around you is watching what you do;
You are the only one on this earth,
So live and let us live too.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The materials of the novelist must be real; they must be gathered from the field of humanity by his actual observation.
quote by Goldwin Smith
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Spies, spice!
Spies, spice!
Had, heir, here, harm, ham, hymn, hard, hade;
And like the best thing that i ever had from you,
But, give this letter to your friend.
Hard, hand, hang, hare, hear, hate, him, hide, heed!
But, keep it clean;
And, keep on moving, up forward! !
In unity as one flesh.
Feelings,
Selection,
In the name of love!
He, her, his, hip, harp, help, heard, hymen;
And like one's flesh.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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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A Love Letter
A love letter from me,
To you;
To say something important.
A love letter from me,
To tell a love story,
About you and me.
A love letter about friendship,
To strengthen our relationship,
And express our special feelship.
A love letter about love,
Love of life partnership,
Love of life friendship.
A love letter from you,
To say that;
You always miss me.
A love letter from you,
To tell that;
You always think of me.
A love letter written
For You, my love,
On this day.
A love letter written,
Sealed With kisses, and
Hug and Smile.
A love letter sends
By hand and
with much Heartfelt.
A love letter to
Say “I love You”;
Say “ I Miss you”;
Say “I think of you”.
A Love letter seals,
With a lot of love, and
Heartfelt.
A love letter written,
About love poem written,
In Remembrance of our sweet memory.
© Lawrence Hiung, January 2012.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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I wanted nothing less than to be a fiction writer when I was a kid. If you had told me I would be an artist or novelist when I grew up, I would have laughed in your face.
quote by Caleb Carr
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I'm mostly a novelist these days, but I have written short stories in Fantasy, Science Fiction and horror.
quote by Sarah Zettel
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Work To Work
Happy too
Work...
Un happy too
work...
Love too
Woork...
With out love too
Work...
Silentely work...
Tenson to work...
Peace too work...
Diperession to work...
Work with work...
Any time do any
Work...
Work is give for
Human...
Relax and releave...
Sad too work...
Woory too work...
Work too work...
Work is wondrfully
Changed your and your's life
Each every day
Don't take un wanted rest
With your's lazey...
Lazy making
Sad... dipression...
Tenson...
Useless thinking...
So...
Work is wonder fully
Chnage to change for your's...
Mind and thinking and your's life...
Woo
Work to work with you
And other's...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Bullet Proof Soul
i was so in love with you
you rarely see a love that true
wasn't that enough for you
wasn't that enough for you
i would climb a mountain
i wouldn't want to see you fall
rock climb for you
and give you a reason for it all
you kept on thinking
you were the only one
too busy thinking
love is a gun
hit me like a slow bullet
like a slow bullet
it took me some time to realise it
you kept on thinking
you were the only one
too busy thinking
love is a gun
i know the end before
the story's been told
it's not that complicated
but you're gonna need a bullet proof soul
you kept on thinking
you were the only one
too busy thinking
love is a gun
i know the end before
the story's been told
it's not that complicated
but you're gonna need a bullet proof soul
you were trigger happy baby
you never warned me let me free
it's not that complicated
but you're gonna need a bullet proof soul
think you got it but you got all the trouble you need
i came in like a lamb
but i intend to leave like a lion
it hit me like a slow bullet
it hit me like a slow bullet
song performed by by Sade
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Happy Families
Have you got miss fortune?
Shes the daughter of rich parents,
All she does is cry.
One four-letter word is all she wants,
But you cant buy love,
So theres no supply.
Will you take young master charge?
The boy whos living well,
Beyond his fathers means.
See his mother kill herself with work,
To keep her dandy,
In the latest jeans.
(happy families.)
Happy families is a kids game.
Happy families is your main aim.
It starts out with a dealing in the middle of the night,
And ends up with a full house if you play your cards out right.
Mum says dad is cheating,
You should see the grown-ups fight,
For...
Happy families,
The game thats sure to please.
Have you got young master race?
The bigot son who, like his dad,
Is fueled with fear.
Not so much a son more of a stormtrooper,
To burn the books,
When dads not here.
Happy families is a kids game.
Happy families is your main aim.
You start out with your first cub and you think that lifes a song.
Youll end up with a wolfpack if you lay your cards out wrong.
Dad says mom is cheating,
You can see the children long,
For...
Happy families,
The game thats sure to please.
Have you got miss carriage? ,
Shes the girl who wants a baby,
That she cannot find.
Strange, the ones who want to win the race are,
Usually the ones,
Who fall behind.
song performed by by Xtc
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A Simpleton on the ropes
This innocent lacklustre who works in a farm earns a little and out of that he gives equal shares to his poor loving mother and a girl who pretends as his fiancée.
He dreams of their future soon build a cottage and have a child devote his entire life for them.
One equinox he received a letter very light from the city.
“Hi! My dear I joined the Jamboree here
Yours ever love Rosemary.”
Exactly after a fortnight he received another letter lighter than earlier.
“Hi! My dear the Jamboree is over and accidentally I found a boy.
Sorry, I am your unfortunate Rosemary.”
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Every writer knows he is spurious; every fiction writer would rather be credible than authentic.
quote by John Le Carre
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I will work with my colleagues on both sides of the aisle to preserve the Social Security promise that provides secure retirement benefits for all, especially those who are most at risk such as widows, orphans, and people with disabilities when the need arises.
quote by Chaka Fattah
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Dad and Me
Inside our house you'll find crannies and nooks.
Crevices and cracks and fissures and books!
Books under the bed and on the floor,
Books around the table and beside the door,
Books on the bookshelf and surrounding it,
Books all over the house, every single bit!
Not a one of these books are non-fiction,
Different worlds are their depiction.
Fictional, sci-fi, dark and fantasy,
Horror and happy, more books for me!
Books belonging to my father,
Or belonging to me as I rather.
My father and I in bookworm heaven,
Until mum cleans up around half past seven.
She throws the books in a huff,
Says it's a mess and to clean it up!
Well dad and I try to clean,
But on the work we quickly wean
And in one of the larger nooks
You'll find dad and me reading our books.
poem by Lenore Lee
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...and In Every Home
You turn to the sinister when you get the boot
Sliding down the banister in your sunday suit
Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines
She's only thirty-five going on seventeen
You'd better roll over and go to sleep if you don't come clean
And in every home there will be lots of time
I will be all yours you might have been admired
(and in every home there will be lots of time)
They say they're very sorry but you are not desired
Oh heaven preserve us
Oh heaven preserve us
Oh heaven preserve us
Because they don't deserve us
Holding your life in your hand
With an artificial limp wrist
And so a young blade becomes a has-been
Looking for a new twist
A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates
He's in prison now she's running with his mates
Sees him every sunday
And he asks her where she's been
She's only thirty-five going on seventeen
She's going to cop a packet if he ever finds her
In between the sheets
(chorus)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Making Plan For Nigel
We're only making plans for Nigel
We only want what's best for him
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel just needs this helping hand
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
We're only making plans for Nigel
He has his future in a British steel
We're only making plans for Nigel
Nigel's whole future is as good as sealed
And if young Nigel says he's happy
He must be happy
He must be happy in his work
Nigel is not outspoke n
But he likes to speak
And loves to be spoken to
Nigel is happy in his work
We're only making plans for Nigel
song performed by by Xtc
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The Lost Letter
In the postoffice window was one broken pane;
In the wainscot there was one loosen'd board;
And conveniently near was the broad oaken table,
Where the mail from the bag had been pour'd,
'Twas a morning in May, with a sweet odor'd breeze;
And it happen'd unnotic'd by all,
That a most precious missive, that love laden letter,
Flutter'd down thro' the gap in the wall.
Two lives wreck'd by a zephyr!
Two hearts crush'd by the fall,
When that most precious missive, that love laden letter,
Flutter'd down thro' the gap in the wall.
Both were faithful and true, 'Twas a gossip's remark,
that had clouded loving hearts with concern.
Then, alas! came a quarrel; and she, in her anger,
Bade him go, nevermore to return.
Oh, how soon she repented! how great was her grief,
And how humbly she penn'd her recall!
But that most precious missive, that love laden letter,
Flutter'd down thro' the gap in the wall.
It was just on the morrow the carpenter came,
Such defections in that wall to repair;
And he hammer'd and sang, and departed unmindful
Of the hearts he had thus burried there.
And in heaps on the table, all safe and secure,
There lay many a valueless scrawl,
Where that most precious missive, that love laden letter,
Flutter'd down thro' the gap in the wall.
"When she learns how she wrongs me, my darling will write!"
Mus'd the lover, as he watch'd for the mail;
But his letter came not, and, dishearten'd and hopeless,
For a land far away he set sail.
Oh! the long weary years of suspense and regret,
And of presage perplexing withal,
Since that most precious missive, that love laden letter,
Flutter'd down thro' the gap in the wall.
From the time-crumbled pile came the time-faded sheet,
With its ancient superscription and date;
And from exile the lover, the yet faithful lover,
Hasten'd home, to seal his fate.
'Twas his most cruel pang that he might not explain
To the sleeper beneath her black pall,
How that most precious missive, that love laden letter
Flutter'd down thro' the gap in the wall.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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