Dribbled
This world is dribbled like a footballer!
And some stories are not well told;
This world is driven like a racing car!
And some stories are better left untold;
But i will always have my bread and water,
And be ready to say, 'L'Chai-Shalom'!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stories
when we were young stories were told
That I'd kiss you sweet like
People said there was a connection between us
Now that we're old stories are told
Of how I hold you tight
Whenever I see those people I tell them they were right
Stories will be told
From when our children are young
until they're old
About our endless love
We must have had a blessing from above
Stories will be told until we're old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Stories will be told until we're old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Until the sun won't rise
Oh
song performed by by Hanson
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Stories
Every year has its own stories in this life,
Every month has its own stories in this life,
Every week has its own stories in this life,
Every day has its own stories in this life,
Every hour has its own stories in this life,
Every minute has its own stories in this life,
And like the muse of the mind as we grow up;
So, we are all with stories to tell in this world.
As white as snow,
As red as blood,
As balck as charcoal,
As green as the grass,
As blue as the sky;
But everybody has stories to tell in this world!
And like the muse o love in the land of beauty,
For each year has its own story.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You see, I was told stories, we were all told stories as kids in Nigeria. We had to tell stories that would keep one another interested, and you weren't allowed to tell stories that everybody else knew. You had to dream up new ones.
Stories
Through every window, we look out
what we see on the other side
holds many stories waiting to unfold.
Stories of great achievements
within someone’s life.
Stories of gathering love
found with in open arms.
Stories of perusing heartaches
where someone has gone away.
Stories a million fold
that surround every living thing.
Stories we are not aware of,
but happen before our eyes.
Stories to share with all
from those who can see them unfold.
The next time you look out a window
try and see what is really there,
the stories that are everywhere.
26 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Stories We Could Tell
By: john b. sebastian
1974
Talkin to myself again
Wonderin if this travellin is good
Is there somethin else a doin
Wed be doin if we could
Chorus:
But ah, the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
Listen to the stories we could tell
Stared at that guitar in that museum in tennessee
Nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
Scars upon the face told of all the times he fell
Singin all the stories he could tell
Chorus:
Ah, the stories he could tell
And Ill bet you it still rings like a bell
I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
And listen to the stories it could tell
So if youre on the road trackin down your every night
Playin for a livin beneath brightly colored lights
And if you ever wonder why you ride the carousel
You do it for the stories you can tell
Ah, the stories we could tell
And if it all blows up and goes to hell
I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
Just listen to the stories we could tell
Coda:
Yes, I wish that we could sit upon a bed in some motel
Listen to the stories it could tell
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Some Stories
some stories
about ourselves
are also the stories of
themselves
and then we write
these stories and
pretend that these are
but some short stories
from our mind
now in different names
and places
we read them and then
we wish that some of
these short stories
are not true at all
sometimes for those
we want to be
we want to believe
them to be true
wishes and hopes and
regrets, what if? what if i
chose that rather than this?
we poets write about pain
and joys and we tell sometimes
that we only fake them
deep inside we are silent
we prefer just to be left alone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We sat down and told stories that happened to us in our childhood, to our children. They were all basically based on the truth. These stories were funny and poignant to us. They just took off. These are all stories from my life.
quote by Howie Mandel
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Flowers For The Magnificent Liar That We All Love No Matter What
you ask for bread
i give my own bread
plus juice, i had one
cold in the fridge
pressed from fresh orange
you can take it
sip slowly as i watch
i can give you almost
anything
if you just ask
you do not have to fabricate
stories
i know each line
been there, you see,
been there, i keep telling you
you ask the world
my world
i am always ready to give
this world to you
i have no power over the stars
and the sea
but i can ask them
for you
you just ask, all you need to do
is just ask
there is no need for a lie
yet you did lie to me
will you ask if it pains me?
even before you ask me
i have already an answer
like a fried chicken on the platter
I've been in pain
there is always pain over my shoulders
you're the burden there
so how can i ever experience pain again?
you are a liar
and will always be
one magnificent liar
if you only ask
we can always give you
the answer: we will always love you
just the same
know that. you must know that.
we have all cried for you
we want to save you
perhaps, these flowers will tell
that all....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stories We Could Tell
Talkin to myself again
Wondering if this travelin is good
Is there something better wed be doing if we could
And oh the stories we could tell
And if this all blows up and goes to hell
I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel
Listenin to the stories we could tell
Remember that guitar in a museum in tennessee
And the nameplate on the glass brought back twenty melodies
And the scratches on the face
Told of all the times he fell
Singin every story he could tell
And oh the stories it could tell
And I bet you it still rings like a bell
And I wish we could sit back on the bed in some motel
And listen to the stories we could tell
So if youre on the road tracking down here every night
And youre singin for a livin neath the brightly colored lights
And if you ever wonder why you ride this carousel
You did it for the stories you could tell
And oh the stories we could tell
And if this all blows up and goes to hell
I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel
Listenin to the stories we could tell
I can still see us sittin on the bed in some motel
Listenin to the stories we could tell
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Hearing Fairy Stories
Hoops are flown through by the godly entertainer,
To provide the enemy with enough amusement.
We can solve all world problems, all the fair stories
Are advertised herein, all those who hear these stories
Are advantageous, and honour is possessed by the rich.
Hearing the stories leads to Paradise, and we
Must climb the fire and smoke to reach it.
Above the earth is air, and below is fire;
Water is in this world of flowers and trees
But animals abide also with risk in this watered creation.
Hear all fairness and cheerfulness, as hatred may follow,
To drown the followers in massive oceans;
These oceans are grand and admirable
Abducting us and the animals.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Stories Of This World
The stories of this world,
A fool becomes rich;
The hate of this world,
A wise man is killed;
An allegory,
And like the elements of this world.
The hidden things of honesty and dishonesty,
But are they writers? !
So am i also;
For the stories of this world are too many to write about.
Are they artists?
So am i;
Are they Core-Maths teachers?
So am i;
Are they philosophers?
So am i;
Are they travellers?
So am i;
Are they poets?
So am i;
Are they innovators?
So am i;
Are they saints?
So am i;
And like a veil taken away,
With gritted teeth in range.
Endless genealogies,
Out of envy with fable minds;
And like old wives' fables and the old men in town,
But a light shone in the prison room.
The stories of this world are too many to write about,
With empty schemes and the reward of iniquity;
But i need seven men of honest reputation,
And like my life in the cave of love.
Light out of darkness and hope out of sadness,
Try to dream big always!
For this world is engraved in letters on stones,
And i am as you are over there.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Corner Streetlight
Dark corner in the night
Illuminated by only the moon's light
Unitl the street light
Floods the scene with a glowing light
Nothing stands on the corner
Yet stories, stories of this light
Are told in the night
Stories are told of this corner
A murder, a rape
A suicide, a drug overdose
The street light shows
What the world has to display.
A child troubled, deeply hurt
By a girl who he loved
With all his heart and soul.
She left him torn apart.
The street light, like a stage
Gives him a place to stay
The light shows his sorry tears
Then shows the gun next to his head.
A woman, small
Stands in the light
Screams for help
As the man she sees is doing her unkindly
A man left laying, needle in hand
He got his fix, his final fix.
Theat saved him
From this wretched land.
A woman left bloody
On the post
A knife in her chest
The broken heart bleeds
The street light shows us
Life's evil on display
But when the light turns off, like now
Does it all go away?
poem by Skylar Kendall
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Still Here Next to Me
The days we spent together
Were the best day ever
But you're still here next to me
The stories you told me
Were the best stories I have ever heard
But you're still next to me
You were my best friend
I told you everything
But you're still here next to me
You are gone now
That I have to learn
But you're still here next to me
I want to say hi
I love you
Goodbye
But you're still here next to me
But you're still here next to me
So have a safe trip
Because I know you're gone now
But you're still here next to me
poem by Haley Fisher
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One Word
[Verse 1:]
One word breaks the code of silence
Silence tells me all I need to know
One Word
One Word, tells me everything I need to know
One word driven in to madness
Madness driven by the depths below
One Word
One Word, tells me everything I need to know
[Chorus:]
It's not the way that I want it
It's just the way that I need it
Day after day
It's not the way that I want it
It's just the way that I need it
Day after day
[Verse 2:]
One lie tells a thousand stories
The greatest stories that were ever told
One Lie
One Lie, tells the greatest stories ever told
One man can predict the future
a future journey in to outer space
One Man
One Man, a future journey in to outer space
[Chorus 2x:]
It's not the way that I want it
It's just the way that I need it
Day after day
It's not the way that I want it
It's just the way that I need it
Day after day
(French Talking)
[Chorus 2x:]
It's not the way that I want it
It's just the way that I need it
Day after day
It's not the way that I want it
It's just the way that I need it
Day after day
song performed by by Kelly Osbourne
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Writting From The Heart
Writing from the heart
It is all have ever known
For when you're cold and alone
Who do you really got?
But of course yourself
Full of thoughts.
If you were even given a chance
What would you do?
Well I choose to write from the heart
Tell you of stories not of fantasy but of today
But a reality in horrid way
It is to celebrate
Who I am
Where I came from
An explain stories untold
that will never otherwise unfold.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Most politicians - those people who live, eat and breathe politics - like to sit around and talk about politics and tell political war stories. Reagan didn't do that. His war stories were movie war stories and Hollywood war stories. He loved that.
quote by Lyn Nofziger
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Well, religion has been passed down through the years by stories people tell around the campfire. Stories about God, stories about love. Stories about good spirits and evil spirits.
quote by Andrew Greeley
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My key interest in choosing scripts is character-driven stories, because there are so many stories that sacrifice character for plot.
quote by Lasse Hallstrom
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Our Actions
His beard is not long enough,
But to plot evil and destruction is what he is;
And of the untold hours of pain, agony and despair!
But, my life will surely go on.
Caution to the minds!
We will surely reap the consequences of our actions;
For, the unrighteous fruit has brought bombs to all mankind,
And like our arrows and our sorrows.
Who should be loved? ! !
When we have to leave the world empty handed;
Who should be loved? ! !
When we have stained our hands with blood!
But the sea divorced you and, i drunk the water from the ocean;
And, the river does not flow through the forest without breaking down trees!
However, his beard was not long enough.
Speedy to the plunder and swift to the spoil! !
Who then should be punished? !
And, of the untold stories of pain, agony and despair;
But, my life will surely go on to fulfil my dreams in this world of wars.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Everything runs its course. We had told a lot of stories that happened in our life. My kid was getting older, and we were running out of stories to tell.
quote by Howie Mandel
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