I Am Seeing The Movie
dawn, alone, i sit in one of the corners
it is empty, and there is silence creeping all over the walls
like some millipedes,
stare has become mossy,
and eyes opening like a crack of light on the wall
around me,
sleep has become a word too elusive
for my understanding,
i close my eyes only to become a river,
waiting to enter into the mouth of the sea,
i wait, only to see the unfolding of the movie
of my life
i am the villain and soon the hero
shall take the sword and kill me and they all
those who wait for the ending love the suspense
the thrill and like much the musical score
and the flow of the story
perhaps, it is only me who did not like it
and so i stopped it.
who likes a villain to be the victor at the end?
surely, they wouldn't.
but i am the maker of the film
and i decide how it shall end.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Hero and The Villain
When you see a Hero,
what do you think of the Hero?
'The Hero is Amazing'
'The Hero saves lives'
'The Hero is a bad person, not even human.'
'He stinks and I don't like the hero.'
People love the hero,
they love the hero cause he saves lives,
they love him cause he protects the city,
Some people don't like the hero cause they are
the ones who do crime.
Crimes like murder, kidnapping, stealing, sell drugs,
rob banks..... but the person who hates the hero the
most..... is the Villain.
The ones who hate the Villain the most is the people,
the hero never takes a life, the hero doesn't hate the Villain, the hero wants to help the Villain.
The Villain knows he needs help, but the Villain Doesn't want help, the Villain has been through an emotional life, the villains hates everyone...
Everyone knows a Superhero story goes, the Villain ends up Dead..
Everyone must know this..
Sometimes all the Villains were once heroes..
You die a hero, or you live long enough to see
yourself become the Villain....
poem by Noel Lopez
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Western
The Cowboy had a sterling heart,
The Maiden was from Boston,
The Rancher saw his wealth depart—
The Steers were what he lost on.
The Villain was a banker’s limb,
His spats and cane were nifty;
The Maiden needs must marry him—
Her father was not thrifty.
The Sheepmen were as foul as pitch,
The Cowboy was a hero,
The gold mine made the hero rich,
The Villain’s score was zero.
The Sheepmen tried to steal the maid,
The Villain sought the attic,
The Hero fifteen bad men slayed
With his blue automatic.
The Hero kissed the willing lass,
The final scene was snappy;
The Villain went to Boston, Mass.,
And everyone was happy.
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Where Is That Villain?
Where is the villain...
I'm to fear and not go near?
Who is that villain?
Where is the villain...
I'm to fear and not go near?
Who is that villain?
Before I go outside,
My eyes are open wide...
To,
Look for a villain.
And someone to suspect,
Is...
Other than chillin'.
I can't sleep at night.
Without lights turned on bright,
Because...
I am looking for a villain.
Someone who says 'Boo',
And scares me too!
A villain hidden to do me in.
I can't sleep at night.
Without lights turned on bright,
Because...
I am looking for a villain.
Someone who says 'Boo',
And scares me too!
A villain hidden to do me in.
But...
Where is the villain,
I'm to fear and not go near?
Where is that villain?
Hidden to creep on me to leap.
Before I go outside,
My eyes are open wide...
To,
Look for a villain.
And someone to suspect,
Is...
Other than chillin'.
Hidden to creep on me to leap.
Where is the villain...
I'm to fear and not go near?
Where is that villain?
Hidden to leave me with the chills.
Where is the villain...
Hidden to leave me with the chills.
Where is that villain...
I can shoo away with my boot,
To scoot.
Where is that villain...
I can shoo away with my boot,
To scoot.
And...
Where is that villain,
I can shoo away with my boot to scoot.
Where is that villain,
I can shoo away with my boot to scoot.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Short Stories
you create the hero
and then the
villain
and to make the
story short
the hero finally
gets hold
of the gun and
points it to
the head of the
villain
pleading for
mercy
and then
bang!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Im Still Waiting
(deke richards)
I remember when
I was five and you were ten, boy
You knew that I was shy
So you teased and made me cry
But I loved you
Then one day you came
You told me you were leaving
You gave your folks the blame
And made me cry again
When you said
Little girl
Please dont wait for me
Wait patiently for love
Someday will surely come
Ooh, little girl
Please dont wait for me
Wait patiently for love
Someday will surely come
And Im still waiting
Im waiting
Ooh, still waiting
Im just a fool
Ooh, Im a fool
To keep waiting
Then someone finally came
He told me that he loved me
I put him off with lies
He could see I had no eyes
So he left me once again alone
Like a child without her playmate
I had to face the truth
I was still in love with you
But you said:
Little girl
Please dont wait for me
Wait patiently for love
Someday will surely come
Ooh, little girl
Please dont wait for me
Wait patiently for love
Someday will surely come
And Im still waiting
Love has never shown his face
Since the day you walked out that door
You filled my life with empty space
Come back
Cant you see its you Im waiting for
Dont you know Im waiting
Im waiting for love
For you, I miss you
Im waiting
Come on back, boy
I need you
I want you
Thats what my friends says
song performed by by Diana Ross
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It All Works Out In The Movies
You know the sort of movie
With the string filled music
And the tear filled eyes
As the knight saves the day
And the hero gets his prize.
It’s another world when love finds a way
And things don’t go wrong.
They’ll live happily after the credits have rolled.
You would not believe the ending
Where the couple sail away,
Because life isn’t so easy-
There are more plot lines in the way.
We could wait until the credits roll
But then we might just miss the film
Because it’s happening as of now.
If you had to read that script
Then you might just throw it away,
You’d get to the point where the feelings show
And you’d see that the hero would be me.
But heroes often fail and love isn’t easy
And the credits never come, feelings don’t just roll away.
I know you would not see that film
Because you wouldn’t want it to end like that-
You’d know the hero should fail
Because in real life
It’ll always end up that way.
©Charlie F. Kane
27/03/08
poem by Charlie F. Kane
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I Am a Monster
I am not a man or a hero
I am a villain a monster
I am the darkness in the shadow
I am what is left in the mass after
You are no woman you're no angel
You are a slave you are a demon
You are the silence in the shell
You are the dusk creeping into the evenin'
I am a man and a hero to you
I am no villain no monstrosity
I am the lie that defines the truth
I am the strongest viscosity
You are a woman an angel to me
You are no slave no devil
You are the whisper coming from the sea
You are the crest on the highest hill
poem by Ethan Wilson
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Hero or villain...
We only need to do,
Do our jobs properly.
None of us can say,
Who would be hero?
Or who would be villain?
This is a wonder of history,
Or a mystery of nature.
He who wins the struggle,
He will be the hero,
On the other hand,
The defeated are the villain.
Some time I wonder,
What if Hitler won the war?
Would he be such hatred villain?
Or a beloved hero as usual?
It is the complicity of us,
We never evaluate the works,
We only emphasize the fruit,
Poor guys, working harder,
Dreaming to be the hero.
But if they would feel that,
The human run on the belief,
Survival of the fittest.....
poem by Kafil Uddin Raihan.
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Superheroes
Everyone seems to want their own superman
Or wonderwoman, but no-one is willing
To be the hero; the one in the spotlight
Saving the world from the villain's killings
If we're not willing to be a hero ourselves
What gives us the right to want one?
Before we ask for a super-villain or hero
We should consider which one we've become
poem by Alex Daydream
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The Elusive Hero
The Elusive Hero
I wait I wait
For the fairytale to begin
Put my life on hold
Keep my breath in
Until he comes
Who he is I do not know
Yet I have waited for him my whole life through
Is it him over there or is it you?
Sometimes I think I glimpse him
Reflected in my lovers eyes
But in the morning he is gone
My elusive intangible hero
Always out of reach
A shadow in my mind
Keeping me restless
Keeping me blue
Looking for you
Petra Creffield 2006
poem by Petra Creffield
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Bad Attitude
They say you never come home, boy you been drivin too fast
When you gonna shape up, how long is this gonna last
You may be laughin today, but listen to some good advice
An take a look at tomorrow in a workin mans weary eyes
You gotta pick a carreer, go for the gold
Smile for the camera, do what youre told
Well you can take away the ladder cos I aint gonna climb it
If theres a stairway to heaven I swear Im gonna find it
Well there are winners and outlaws and leaders and lovers
Behind every man in the news
And one thing I know is behind everyone theres a boy who had nothin to lose
Behind every man who has somethin to say
Theres a boy who had nothin to prove
An every hero was once, every villain was once just a boy with a bad attitude
Every hero was once, every villain was once just a boy with a bad attitude
She says you never call, how come youre actin so tough
You either hold me too tight, or you dont hold me enough
Dont be afraid of me angel, I aint about to clip your wings
Just put your feet on the ground and your arms around the real thing
You gotta love me for keeps, feather the nest
Plan for the future, an gimme your best
Boy were never gonna have a normal family life
Steamin up and down the speedway on the back a your bike
Well there are winners and outlaws and leaders and lovers
Behind every man in the news
And one thing I know is behind everyone theres a boy who had nothin to lose
Behind every man who has somethin to say
Theres a boy who had nothin to prove
An every hero was once, every villain was once just a boy with a bad attitude
Every hero was once, every villain was once just a boy with a bad attitude
Bad attitude, you got us tearin our hair
Such a bad attitude, boy you just dont seem to care
We try to lay down the rules, but you were born to refuse
Whats the world gonna do with a boy like you
You got it bad, you got a bad attitude
You try to lay down the rules, well I was born to refuse
Whats the world gonna do with a man like you
You got a bad - no, you got a bad, you got a bad - ooh, you got a bad
You got a bad - no, you got a bad, you got a bad attitude
Every hero was once, every villain was once just a boy with a bad attitude
Every hero was once, every villain was once just a boy
Well there are winners and outlaws and leaders and lovers
Behind every man in the news
And one thing I know is behind everyone theres a boy who had nothin to lose
Behind every man who has somethin to say
Theres a boy who had nothin to prove
An every hero was once, every villain was once just a boy with a bad attitude
Every hero was once, every villain was once just a boy with a bad attitude
Oh, you got a bad, ooh, you got a bad, oh, you got a bad attitude
No, you got a bad, you got a bad, you got a bad attitude
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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The Maker
(daniel lanois)
Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
Ive run a twisted line
Im a stranger in the eyes of the maker
I could not see for the fog in my eyes
I could not feel for the fear in my life
From across the great divide, in the distance I saw a light
Of jean baptistes hes walking to me with the maker
My body my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep
I cant work the fields of abraham and turn my head away
Im not a stranger in the hands of the maker
Brother john, have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing there with broken wings
I have seen the flaming swords
There over east of eden
Burning in the eyes of the maker
Burning in the eyes of the maker
Burning in the eyes of the maker
Oh, river rise from your sleep
Oh, river rise from your sleep
Oh, river rise from your sleep
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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I Can't Wait
Turned the page, Between the lines
I could read it so clearly
And every word, So defined
Turned my heart to weary.
Pressed against, An ear to wall
Everyone kept on racing
My mind was closed, My eyes were shut
But i could feel my body pacing.
I think i'm falling
I think i'm falling
I cant wait to be back home
A feeling you will never know
I cant wait to be alone
It seems like it was so long ago.
All this time, From day to day
The minutes pass, Your still waiting
I bear the pain, The final frown
Constantly still knocking.
Everything is so obscure
Its hard to tell but im leaving
The thrill is gone, but afterall
If looks could kill im still breathing.
I think i'm falling
I think i'm falling
I cant wait to be back home
A feeling you will never know
I cant wait to be alone
It seems like it was so long ago.
I never knew
There were stranger shdes
Fading fast from night to day.
I never knew.
I cant wait to be back home
A feeling you will never know
I cant wait to be alone
It seems like it was so long ago.
song performed by by Kelly Osbourne
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Curtain
VILLAIN shows his indiscretion,
Villain's partner makes confession.
Juvenile, with golden tresses,
Finds her pa and dons long dresses.
Scapegrace comes home money-laden,
Hero comforts tearful maiden,
Soubrette marries loyal chappie,
Villain skips, and all are happy.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Once I Was A Hero
Once I was a hero
Once I was a villain
Once I was a lover
Once I was a slave
And I remember feeling
there would never be a healing
I remember thinking
I'll take it to my grave
When the hero became the villain
and then villain became the lover
until the lover discovered the slave.
poem by Steven Sabathie
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The Natural Love Story
With full of unwillingness
the water evaporates
The natural love story ends
as heat - the villain infests.
The water can't be disunited
from the soil, so it dies;
In the hope of being reunited
the soul of water flies.
In the memory of the earth
the water becomes light;
It is separated too distantly
and the earth remains no more bright.
The dead-body of the water
remains as a cloud;
It has nothing, just to wander
and this sinister can't even shout.
Although true love always fails
but here, this is not true;
The cloud does the recovery
and it tries to leave the blue.
It roars and thunders,
It cries with full rage;
and finally the fate surrenders
Water take rebirth without the matter of age.
It comes down with full speed
to fulfill its life-long wait;
One second in love equals one week
and finally the water and the earth met.
The greenery gets happy,
Air embraces the plants,
A wave flow in the paddy,
Birds create pleasant sounds.
Peace is scattered everywhere,
Children jump with joy,
Faces become happy and fair,
And the villain gets destroyed.
But change is permanent,
and no power can prove it a lie,
The great love will again have to break,
And the water will again have to fly.
With full of unwillingness
the water evaporates;
The natural love story ends
as heat - the villain infests.
poem by Himanshu Mishra
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Learning How To Love
Creeping through your bedroom door
Just after all the lights go out
Feeling the warmth of your body
And the sweetness of your mouth
Set the alarm again for 5 am
Uneasy sleep will soon be following
Creeping back to my own bed again
I will see you in our uneasy morning
Chorus
Learning how to love
Learning how to love
Learning how to love
Learn how to love
Sitting down at breakfast time
A silence always fills the air
Many things that should be said
Are ending in a vacant stare
And they know just what is going on
But make us feel like we are criminals
Our only wish is learning how to love
Just a small word would make us feel its natural
Set the alarm again for 5 am
Uneasy sleep will soon be following
Creeping back to my own bed again
I will see you in our uneasy morning
song performed by by Howard Jones
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The Maker
Oh, Oh Deep water
Black, and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open
I've run a twisted mile
I'm a stranger
in the eyes of the maker
I could not see
for fog in my eyes
I could not feel
for the fear in my life
From across the great divide
In the distance i saw a light
Jean baptiste
walking to me with the maker
My body is bent and broken
by long and dangerous sleep
I can work the fields of abraham
and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger
in the hands of the maker
Brother john
Have you seen the homeless daughters
standing there
with broken dreams
I have seen the flaming swords
there over east of eden
burning in the eyes of the maker
burning in the eyes of the maker
burning in the eyes of the maker
burning in the eyes of the maker
oh river rise from your sleep
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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It really doesn't matter whether it's the villain or the hero. Sometimes the villain is the most colorful. But I prefer a part where you don't know what he is until the end.
quote by Glenn Ford
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Ecce Ancilla Domini.
Behold the Handmaid of the Lord, be it done unto me according to Thy word.'
The Angelus
The bells from St. Mary's still rings in the twilight
though I am a million miles away
from my hometown in which I was raised.
I hear them this early evening,
somehow they ring out this end of day
that falls, lies, then drowns
into the waters off this big city river bridge
where I sit alone,
just thinking
across the river
Ophelia closes her shop
the books standing alone, now
in perfect attention
waiting to be held
waiting to be read
I understand the books
this river's light and its reflections hold me now
and that, that is good
like the light always seems to be
though its passing will silence
the mourning birds
deepening my melancholia
like the waters of this river....
still, for now
the light shines
as the Angelus Bells ring
the light dancing
across the waters of this wide river
(Mars and Venus ascending)
that sameness of light reflects
in the eyes, the smile of Ophelia
who closes the doors
on the books
in the shop
who wait to be held
who wait to be read
who wait to be understood
as we all do
or hope to
before the Angelus Bells
ring us out of our days....
poem by R. James Sterzinger
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