Begingless Stories Retold
every life
unfolds
interlacing
infinite plot-lines
beginigless stories
retold
passed down
'round
the eternal campfire
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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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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In Between The Lines
In between the lines
as we go about our lives
we often seem to think
no one loves no one cares
In between the lines
we drag our weary feet
and often think who cares
and shuffles mindless
to the beat
In between the lines
we search for gloom & doom
we come up with outrageous stories
that we plant between the lines
In between the lines
we throw caution to the wind
making out the lies
to be a bitter truth
so just bare in mind
what’s just been said
we always learn life’s mystery’s
in between the lines
poem by Kaila George
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Lines consist of an infinite number of points; planes an infinite number of lines; volumes an infinite number of planes, hypervolumes an infinite number of volumes... No, this, this more geometrico, is definitely not the best way to begin my tale. Affirming a fantastic tale's truth is now a story-telling convention; mine, though, is true.
Jorge Luis Borges in The Book of Sand (1975)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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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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White Canvas
Stories are painted
In lines on your face
Misunderstandings
And little mistakes
A chance to start over
Is all that it takes
You know if you do
Your life is a canvas
The colors are you
Follow me out
Follow me 'round
Let's make the road up as we go along
Just as we planned
You want to believe it
You know that it's true
Your life is a canvas
The colors are you
You cannot erase them
The words that were said
Just paint them over
Inside of your head
All that is needed
You know you must make
One leap of faith
Everything else will fall into place
Follow me out
Follow me 'round
Let's make it up and go back
To where it began
All that is needed
Is one leap of faith
Everything else will fall into place
Anywhere you'll ever go
Everyone you'll ever know
You may never find it
Everyone you'll ever see
Anyone you choose to be
How you look will decide
How you look will decide what you see
Follow the moon
Follow the sun
Let's make a deal this time
To stay with the plan
All that is needed is one leap of faith
Everything else will fall into place
Everything else will fall into place
Stories are painted
In the lines of your face...
song performed by by A-Ha
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My Secret
My soul its secret has, my life too has its mystery,
A love eternal in a moment's space conceived;
Hopeless the evil is, I have not told its history,
And she who was the cause nor knew it nor believed.
Alas! I shall have passed close by her unperceived,
Forever at her side, and yet forever lonely,
I shall unto the end have made life's journey, only
Daring to ask for naught, and having naught received.
For her, though God has made her gentle and endearing,
She will go on her way distraught and without hearing
These murmurings of love that round her steps ascend.
Piously faithful still unto her austere duty,
She will say, when she shall read these lines full of her beauty,
"Who can this woman be?" and will not comprehend.
poem by Felix Arvers, translated by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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The richest most meaningful stories are found in small places: made, carried, crafted, told, and retold by apparently unimportant people.
quote by Louise Brown
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My Secret. (From The French Of Felix Arvers)
My soul its secret hath, my life too hath its mystery,
A love eternal in a moment's space conceived;
Hopeless the evil is, I have not told its history,
And she who was the cause nor knew it nor believed.
Alas! I shall have passed close by her unperceived,
For ever at her side and yet for ever lonely,
I shall unto the end have made life's journey, only
Daring to ask for nought, and having nought received.
For her, though God hath made her gentle and endearing,
She will go on her way distraught and without hearing
These murmurings of love that round her steps ascend,
Piously faithful still unto her austere duty,
Will say, when she shall read these lines full of her beauty,
Who can this woman be? and will not comprehend.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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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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Kiss You Again
Laughing, singing, dancing, enjoying life,
thanks for being so sweet and kind and
brilliant and shiny and inspiring, you are
a bright light unto me, thanks for contri-
buting to my passionate delight with life
Thanks for eternal moments of infinite
love, moments I relive in my life every
time I dance in the sun and sing with
the wind, pure light without spectral
lines, you became a godly being
In the prism of my mind, a pure golden
light of divine inspiration – come, let
me kiss you again…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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There Is No Natural Religion (b)
I
Man's percepti-
-ons are not bound
-ed by organs of
perception. he per-
-ceives more than
sense (tho' ever
so acute) can
discover
II
Reason or the ra-
-tio of all we have
already known is
not the same that
it shall be when
we know more
IV
The bounded is
loathed by its pos-
-sessor.The same
dull round even
of the univer[s]e, would
soon become a
mill with complica-
-ted wheels.
V
If the many bec-
-ome the same as
the few, when pos-
-sess'd, More! More!
is the cry of a mista-
-ken soul, less than
All cannot satisfy
Man
VI
If any could de-
-sire what he is in-
-capable of posses-
sing, despair must
be his eternal
lot
VII
The desire of
Man being Infi-
-nite the possession
is Infinite & him-
-self Infinite
Application
He who sees the In-
-finite in all things
sees God. He who
sees the Ratio only
sees himself only
Conclusion
If it were not for the
Poetic or Prophetic
character, the Philo-
-sophic& Experimen-
-tal would soon be
at the ratio of all
things, & stand still,
unable to do other
than repeat the same
dull round over a-
-gain
Therefore
God becomes as
we are, that we
may be as he
is
poem by William Blake
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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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A Starry World
When the sun is set, the shadow shine dark
Over the lake, where the stars glitter bright
The Earth sings its lullaby of the lark
In the black surroundings me there is light
From the stars in the sky shining to me
They're like little snowflakes on black velvet
I look up at the night sky and I see
The world unfolds stories across the black net
Stories of heroes, villians, and this world
Where all people live under this sky
And everyone is different but a pearl
The treasure of life that bare
Us together in one chain across the nations
We are like stars on the sky connections.
poem by Nicole Hiebing
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Know Thyself!
Ah! The speck of a star dust,
Filling a ray of light,
Get Exited to roam here and
there! The one who has neither born,
nor die,
The eternal infinite singing its
eternal song AUM,
Going round and round the Sun,
Along the revolving Earth, Rotating about own axis along
with rotating Planet! I and you are same here,
Counting the time, counting the
days,
Everything is natural,
Why can't I be more natural
Why can't I be neutral, All here are busy,
The Sun, the Moon,
The Earth,
The ocean and breeze,
Every cells of plants and animals
busy, Look at your cells,
That too are soundlessly busy,
Why can't I and you,
Say 'I am you' to the creator,
Because you too conferred same
capacity, capable to create your own
world,
Your own happiness and sorrow,
Your own world of life, wisdom
and knowledge,
Its show of shadow play is this world!
If everything came from nothing,
And everything goes into
nothing,
Nothing is smiling behind
everything,
And everything showup on nothing,
is it true that universe is nothing,
Or one in this universe is
nothing? Or is it true that the sense
developed by nothing can feel
everything? Creation is the result of creativity
of that nothing,
For which everything is possible,
Nothing is impossible to that
nothing,
Which can play with everything! Remain here as nothing,
Behave yourself nothing,
Someday that will be the truth,
Nothing can save you from
leaving everything!
Love everyone seeing this nothing which is behind
everything!
More or less, my mind,
dipping itself in divinity within,
several times a day, Losing weight,
its dirt,
dissolving its narrowness,
In the infinite vastness of Self!
More or less it is learning that knowledge and wisdom,
Thirst for more and more,
Power and popularity,
All are equally dragging back to hell!
Hell is where I feel Myself finite,
Yet feeling pain infinite,
Heaven is that where I feel myself light and painless,
Neither senseless nor insane!
It is here itself both hell or heaven felt,
Beyond which there is reality and truth,
It is not a matter of places,
Hell or heaven are,
Only a matter of planes,
Planes at with mind take me,
And beyond the plane where mind can never go,
I find the Self shining in its glory,
and that plane,
No duality or trinity exist,
Only one who ever exit is not felt,
The life of an atom or life of a star begins!
Yet no star can shine,
Only that mysterious that shines which remains mysterious,
With that light which absorbs all!
Know for sure, you are that,
That truth, beyond all truth that
your tongue can talk,
Mind can imagine and
intelligence and reasoning can
go, Mystery is beyond perception,
No one can penetrate this mystery as
he himself is that!
God is not nothing,
But isn't it sure God is not a thing
Of perception,
How can one percept the
perceptor? God is the whole being, absolute
infinite,
No one to see exist other than
him,
Not even mirror in which he can
see himself, He himself became universe, the
mirror,
In which he can see himself!
When someone come out of the
absolute infinite to look back,
Can only find both are relative infinite,
Relative to one another,
Related to one another eternally
God and nature are these eternal
relatives!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Thus Spoke Sister Sarah Two Step
Oh mensch! Gieb acht!
Oh man! Take heed!
from, 'Zarathustra's Rundgesand'
by Friedrich Nietzche
Hey man! Catch ny drift!
Listen deep!
Catch a Midnight's Voice
Piquancy
'I've done my time
paid all my dues
And now's my right
come I to sue'
'Infinite is the world
beyond what I can say
Infinite is it's woe
but light be there everyday'
'And darkness has a say to play
far from the darkest misery of it's land
To the lightness eternal of it's day
there Joy and Eternal step hand in hand'
poem by Midnights Voice
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My Saga
Undefined future
untold story
unheard pain
uprooted feet
unsung glory.
Relived past
retold story
renamed word
past, present and future
all blurred.
Time changes
with a new world’s worth,
century unfolds
with a new mirth.
Woman, thy name
and saga remains the same.
Copyright©2011Rizvana Parveen
poem by Rizvana Parveen
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I like to be surprised. Fresh implications and plot twists erupt as a story unfolds. Characters develop backgrounds, adding depth and feeling. Writing feels like exploring.
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Heaven And Hell
On top of the sky is a place where you go
If you've done nothing wrong
If you've done nothing wrong
And down in the ground is a place where you go
If you've been a bad boy
If you've been a bad boy
Why can't we have eternal life
And never die
Never die
In the place up above you grow feather wings
And you fly round and round
With a harp singing hymns
And down in the ground you grow horns and a tail
And you carry a fork
And burn away
Why can't we have eternal life
And never die
Never die
On top of the sky is a place where you go
If you've done nothing wrong
If you've done nothing wrong
And down in the ground is a place where you go
If you've been a bad boy
If you've been a bad boy
Why can't we have eternal life
And never die
Never die
Never die
song performed by by Who
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Say I am You!
the speck of a star dust,
Filling a ray of light,
Get Exited to roam here and there!
The one who has neither born, nor die,
The eternal infinite singing its eternal song AUM,
Going round and round the Sun,
Along the revolving Earth,
Rotating about own axis along with rotating Planet!
Night is the time,
Sleeping in infinite nothing,
becoming nothing in beloved
embrace,
forgetting everything! In the lap of beloved enjoy
dreams,
may some come true,
Some may not,
Observing dreams one sees the
light within, At the dawn, with gentle breeze,
Dreams melt, innerlight into light
of world,
Never go back to sleep,
If you sleep at dawn,
What will be there at dusk? If dustfree dawn make you sleep,
Failing to Smile and work,
If can't feel lighter in the light of
dawn,
Sure the darkness covering light,
Will make you faint at dusk!
I and you are same here,
Counting the time, counting the days,
Everything is natural,
Why can't I be more natural
Why can't I be neutral,
All here are busy,
The Sun, the Moon,
The Earth,
The ocean and breeze,
Every cells of plants and animals busy,
Look at your cells,
That too are soundlessly busy,
Why can't I and you,
Say 'I am you' to the creator,
Because you too conferred same capacity,
capable to create your own world,
Your own happiness and sorrow,
Your own world of life, wisdom and knowledge,
Its show of shadow play is this world!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Piel Ballad (For the King of Piel)
king of piel, lord of ale
hear the cryer wail
be crowned this day upon piel isle
let the knights set sail
proclaim his glory
to the sea, and to the furness lands
his castle fires burn again
upon fine foudreys sands.
his jesters play, his legions march
the crowds they all do cheer
the king and queen have come at last
and with them cometh beer
come daughters come sons to the coronation
to the crowning of the king of piel
come one come all come everyone
for the legends of him are real
tis true for sure what ye have heard
in tale of folk and lore
bout strange crown and kingship passed
on down from days of yore.
bout knights and lords
and maidens fair and pirates of the sea
bout how the queen with own hands pulls
a pint for me and thee
come with thine eyes and see for sure
the glory of this place
and take a seat at courtly table
to seek my masters grace.
come young come old as stories be told
of the exploits of the king of piel
come meek come bold come to the fold
for a taste of the island feel
there is upon this peacful isle
so many things to see
and if i were to tell you all
what pleasure would it be
to walk around its shore thyself
and feel of its strange force
to touch its sand with your bare feet
and smell the air of course
feel the sense of wonder
felt by many more
for a thousand years passed
and a thousand years more
let me now unveil a tale
of some history of this spot
a wicked little narrative
with a twisted little plot
only a small portion
of the story have i got
but i hope that you will like it
erm, a lot.
to island over yonder
the one with lines so smooth
did lambert simnel wander
his falsehoods so to prove
he landed with two thousand men
who came from o'er t'sea
and with glory in his childish head
claimed King he was to be
not so dear souls for by his death
he had so lowly fell
and all of his accomplices
were despatched thus to hell
the spit he turned for king so kind
to spare his tender head
and lived as servant all his life
til death became his bed
but left behind on the island
was something rather strange
the legend of the King of piel
and who to take his place
of course the people wondered
and argued for a cause
but the choice was so obvious
the landlord, of course
who better but to keep the peace
than one who selleth ale
who better met to rule with grace
and sometimes even style
so there in passed the kingship
and so on over time
it got wrote down in stories
and sometimes even rhyme
so now bow down, pay homage to
the noble king, crowned anew
banners raise, trumpets sound
come all come all, its
his round!
poem by Graham Eccles
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