Jul 1, 2014 | Poetry tales , User Submitted Stories |
Skinny. Nerd. Wimp. You name an insult, I’ve probobly been called it. It doesn’t help your confidence when you have every reason to not be. But, as is in every man, the allure of love found me. So here I was, in fourth period math, thinking of (let’s call her) grace. She wasn’t the prettiest of women, but I didn’t care . We had been freinds for some time, she was smart, funny, and, as Matt ruff once wrote, “when you see through love’s eyes, anyone can be perfect.” and so, there I was, daydreaming of spending the rest of my life with her. But there’s another thing wrong wih me: I have social anxiety. I wake up in the morning super pumped, and I walk up to her ready to ask her to date me, and then I run away like a coward. So one day I told myself “no more” and I decided that “hey, in fith grade, I had a girlfriend for a week, how much harder can it be?” And I was right. And I walked straight up to her, and I asked her the question. I can’t quite remember what i said, because right after I went into a frenzy of excitement, and from then on, I never doubted myself again. So every morning, take a look in the mirror, and say “hey, i am a human being. I know what I want, and the only person out there who can get me what I want is me, so I’m GOING, to live this day, as best as I can” once even a sliver of confidence finds its way into your head, anything is possible.
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May 17, 2014 | General , Poetry tales |
MY NEW OLD STORY by Dami O-Aliu (Second song attempt)
As I watched my lady sleep
I felt her pulse race
My heart skipped a bit
It’s an age old story
like beauty and the beast
An age old song
But never told like mine
No one can feel this
Chorus:
Give me your hand
I’ll give you my world
Show you everything
Stronger than the perfect storm
We’ll stand together
Burning through it all
Hotter than summer
Made to never weather
Built to last forever
Thoughts running everywhere
Much like my hands all over your body
You have never known passion like what I ve got now
Man reborn
Spirit rekindled
Teach you new things that would shock even me
From top to bottom
Feel every nerve
Even ones you dint know you had
Get all excited
Its a trusted hand
Chorus:
Give me your hand
I’ll give you my world
Show you everything
Stronger than the perfect storm
We’ll stand together
Burning through it all
Hotter than summer
Made to never weather
Built to last forever
Oh baby
Let me get your head right
Get things looking tight
Give you a new reason to brag
Show you what passion really means
Get you all excited
Seeing old things new
Feeling all things gone
Trust this kid
Never before
Trust this old new hand
Sing you my New Old story
Chorus X2:
Give me your hand
I’ll give you my world
Show you everything
Stronger than the perfect storm
We’ll stand together
Burning through it all
Hotter than summer
Made to never weather
Built to last forever
Oh baby, let me sing you my New Old story
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NB: If you want to use the lyrics or sing the song. Feel free to leave a comment asking to.
Mar 15, 2014 | General , Poetry tales |
Adams Prayer
This is the prayer I assume Adam (of Adam and Eve in the bible) would have prayed to God after he and Eve were banished from the Garden of Eden. It’s just a bit of rhyming for fun.
Dear God almighty
Last night I wore a nightie for the first time in my life
I feel a new pain like a knife to my heart
I want to blame the woman you gave me
But when she first came all i saw was art.
I never thought she would be the one to pull us apart
Ever forgiving king
I cling on hoping that one day you can take away this sting
Its spring now
The suns out today
but there is no sunshine in my day
I miss the days when all was nice and gay
Forgive my wife lord she was a victim and prey
We pray to you lord hoping there is a chance you will turn even for a quick glance
Please change your stance lord
Dont leave us to die by the sword
Revive us
Helps us thrive once more
Protect us as you once did
Just as a father would for his kid
We were your pride
You never left our side
Yet all we repaid you was shame to your name
Our days are now numbered
When we die maybe we might be remembered
But till that day lord even if you can’t forgive this one
For all you gave and what we have done
Forgive our sons and daughter now and forever more
Restore our generations
Build a new nation
With no more rations or conditions
If you ever loved us then honour our one last request.
That all the nations might look to you and be blessed
With this last request
We bow our heads
And honour the God Head
Feb 23, 2014 | General , Poetry tales |
TO MY FAMILY (THANK YOU FOR BEING MY REASON TO SMILE)
http://theunderdogtales.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Labrinth-feat.-Emeli-Sande-Beneath-Your-Beautiful-Lyrics.mp3
Same day different thoughts
I sit hear remembering the first poem I ever wrote.
Oh those youthful days full of hope,
Full of love
Full of endless zeal
What has happened?
I am a shadow of my former self
Self confidence replaced with self pity
Zeal replaced with despair
It now feels wrong to hope
Feels false to grow
I want the old me back
I am losing myself one day at a time
Help me get it back
Losing track
Where has my smile gone?
Not the smile of “things could be worse” but that of “the world is my pedestal”.
Is this what growing up brings?
If this is it then I chose to not grow any longer.
I see my end now
When all I saw was my beginning.
I am giving all of me to everything yet still falling short
Caught in my own court room
Looking for a new bloom
My face like a costume
With a view to a future consumed.
I tell myself everyday
It doesn’t have to be this way
Hope never left
Smiles were always here
And when I start to doubt that which I should know
I hear my babies cry and I know
I look in their eyes and I feel
Only a fool cant see
In them I see my future
I see my past
I see my present
In my family I see myself as I once was
In them my heart truly beats for this world.
Feb 1, 2014 | General , Poetry tales |
Like shattered pieces of Porcelain
I picked up the fragments of my heart
Oh the feeling of love
Here today, gone the next
One taking you high enough to soar with the eagles
The other dragging you by your hair
Leaving you to be ridiculed by your emotions
Self-pity mocks me, sadness knows my soul
Loneliness knows me by name
Reaching deep into the very depths of my heart
Burning through my spirit
Like a wild fire feeding on the Village homes
Leaving me in a void of desperation
My shattered heart forced to heal
Hope whispered in the distance,
To recover my lost love.
But I know I must move on
Hold the pain and embrace as I do my own beating heart
Maybe then life might make a little more sense.
I will find a way
Indeed I will
Someway, somehow
Feb 1, 2014 | General , Poetry tales |
WISDOM FROM ANCIENT AFRICA ( PRE COLONIALISM)
Wisdom from the Yoruba Kingdom translated into English.
A great affair covers up a small matter.
A man with a cough cannot conceal himself.
The first morsel never complains of insufficient sauce.
A proverb is the horse that can carry one swiftly to the discovery of ideas.
A stammerer would eventually say father. After we fry the fat, we see what is left.
Anyone who sees beauty and does not look at it will soon be poor.
As long as there are lice in the seams of the garment there must be bloodstains on the fingernails.
As there is guilt in innocence, there is innocence in guilt.
Ashes always fly back in the face of him who throws them.
Because friendship is pleasant, we partake of our friend’s entertainment; not because we have not enough to eat in our own house.
Covetousness is the father of unfulfilled desires.
Fear a silent man. He has lips like a drum For no man could be blessed without the acceptance of his own head.
Gossips always suspect that others are talking about them.
He who eats well speaks well or it is a question of insanity.
He who throws a stone in the market will hit his relative.
‘I nearly killed the bird.’ No one can eat ‘nearly’ in a stew.
If something that was going to cut off your head only knocked off your cap, you should be grateful.
If we stand tall it is because we stand on the backs of those who came before us.
If you damage the character of another, you damage your own.
If you don’t sell your head, no one will buy it.
It is a thief that can trace the footsteps of another thief on a rock.
It takes a whole village to raise a child.
Many words do not fill a basket.
Medicine left in the bottle can’t help.
No one can uproot the tree which God has planted.
Nobody knows the mysteries which lie at the bottom of the ocean.
One takes care of one’s own: when a bachelor roasts yam, he share’s it with his sheep.
One who waits for chance may wait a year.
Only what you have combated for will last.
Patching makes a garment last long.
Silence is an attribute of the dead; he who is alive speaks.
Stretch your hands as far as they reach, grab all you can grab.
The bell rings loudest in your own home.
The butterfly that brushes against thorns will tear its wings.
The hand of the child cannot reach the shelf, nor the hand of the adult get through the neck of the gourd.
The man who has bread to eat does not appreciate the severity of a famine.
The person who forgives gains a victory in the dispute.
The person who has been a slave from birth does not value rebellion.
The pot-lid is always badly off: the pot gets all the sweet, the lid nothing but steam.
The young cannot teach tradition to the old. The young cock crows as he hears the old one.
Those who die through ignorance are many; those who die because they are intelligent are few.
Truth came to market but could not be sold; however, we buy lies with ready cash.
We must blame the thief first before we say that where the owner put her property improper.
What you give you get, ten times over.
When hunger gets inside you, nothing else can.
When the door is closed, you must learn to slide across the crack of the sill.
When the rain falls in the valley, the hill gets angry.
When the white man is about to leave a garden for good, he wrecks it.
When wood breaks it can be repaired, but ivory breaks forever.
When you stand with the blessings of your mother and God, it matters not who stands against you.
When your neighbor’s horse falls into a pit, you should not rejoice at it, for your own child may fall into it too.
Where you will sit when you are old shows where you stood in youth.
Words are like spears: Once they leave your lips they can never come back.
Work is the medicine for poverty.
You cannot shave a man’s head in his absence.
You can’t stop a pig from wallowing in the mud.
You must be willing to die in order to live.
Work is the medicine for poverty. (YES THIS IS REPEATED TWICE BECAUSE OF HOW IMPORTANT IT IS)
NOW SHARE WITH THE WORLD.
Dec 14, 2013 | General , Poetry tales |
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When I was 18 I dreamt a dream
I dreamt of a lady
A woman so strong she feared no man
A mother so true she would do anything for her family
A priceless jewel
A timeless heart
My Queen
My Wife
Its been a year since we promised forever
I can’t believe how time flies
Feels like just yesterday we met
Feels like just a second ago we fell in love
I love you now even more than when we first met but less than I will tomorrow.
I know I don’t deserve you
Sometimes I doubt the existence of God but with every breath you take I know he must truly exist
Who else could have made someone so beautiful
Someone so caring
Someone so kind
Someone so tough
Someone so strong
You are a blessing to me
You are my pillar, my strength and every time I doubt myself you are always there to set me right
I have so much to say but even the words seem insufficient.
I have no idea where or what I would be if our paths never crossed.
I am only grateful you took a chance on us
You not only gave up your heart for me but also gave me our angels.
My life is better than I ever dreamt it could be and finally I can say it and it be true.
You complete me
When we started our journey a year ago I never knew two would become four in just a year.
Angels from heaven through an angel on earth.
My Angel, My wife, My best friend, My everything and more
I promised you forever and forever is exactly what I will give.
On this special day, our first of many more years to share.
Every time I think I love you as much as I could, another day comes by and yesterday never compares to tomorrow.
I just want you to know that the earth has never had a wife so good or a mother so true.
We love you now and forever.
NB: Dedicated to my wife on our first year wedding anniversary
Nov 2, 2013 | General , Poetry tales |
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!
by Rudyard Kipling
Oct 31, 2013 | General , Poetry tales |
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I woke one morning looking through a dark room
thinking life’s moving too soon
No light to behold
No sign of troubles after
Wanting to fight yet not knowing how
for a second I gave up praying
nothing to believe in
Then I found your book,
A little hook was all it took
your word
Your heart, your soul
every word like freedom here, bringing me back to life like CPR
every promise a reminder that my story cant be over before it begins
No sitting here looking like life ain’t life no more
No point looking outwards for things you gave before I could walk
You taught me lord to walk proud
I had all I could
showed me the path
Walking the roads of champions
Push myself to the limit
Making a mockery of all the wisdom I acquired prior to your word
To those that say you will never make it,
those that used their words to do nothing but break you
we love you all
Those that felt you gave your all
No hard feelings
I thank you for your words
Your words made me who I am
If not for you I would never have fought
I would never have given my all to see those words untrue
Never have put it all in to ensure I dont believe those words
I thank you because I almost believed the words
I thank you because your words brought me to him,
your little reminders lifted me in a way I will never have found
I learnt opinions ain’t facts, you take it and let it be
I learnt to walk in nothing wearing nothing but my heart on my sleeves
And the days courage walked away I learnt to run out and pull it back
Being who you are comes from the heart
Telling you, that you can be all you set out to be means nothing if you don’t see it yourself
And if you cant see it now, look through the eyes of the one that never sees you as less
Look through the eyes of the one that doesn’t tell you one thing and act differently
Walk with me brothers and sisters
Leave all those lies behind
Let me show you the path I found for I know I can never walk alone
The father walks with us all
Reminds you of things long forgotten
For as long as he reigns,
your life,
your story hasn’t even started yet.
You will walk like a champion soon.
Sep 27, 2013 | Poetry tales , User Submitted Stories |
Stare out the window on a musky gray evening, as clouds creep across the sky,
and see our children swigging from half empty bottles of Buckfast,
In the bonny land of Glasgow City.
Blink, for a moment, and open your eyes,
and see our children pull a knife,
In the bonny land of Glasgow City.
Wander the streets as you wade hopelessly, determinedly through troves of trash,
as our children yowl from backstreet alleys,
In the bonny land of Glasgow city.
Watch the sun peek for a moment before turning away,
as it glimpses the downfall of our bonny land,
Glasgow City.
Come New Year, and we join our hands,
“Auld Lang Syne” we chant, as we blow on our numbing hands,
for another year of repetition and turmoil,
that is the bonny land of Glasgow City.
Sep 18, 2013 | General , Motivational Tales , Poetry tales , User Submitted Stories |
“No One else will ever know the strength of my love for you.. After all you are the only one that knows what my heart sounds like from the inside”
“Always remember, You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think” ― A.A. Milne
“Life doesn’t come with a manual, it comes with a mother”
My mother brought me up as a single Parent, she has always worked full time, and I never remember going a full day, without seeing her. She never complained when I cried for no reason or when i broke her “favorite ornament” .
My mum always gave me the very best that she could, and without her i wouldn’t be the person who i am today, dont get me wrong we never always got on, we had our moments like every other parent and child, but no matter what happens i know that its just a matter of lifting the phone and dialing her number, she will help me in which ever way she can.
Thanks to my mum i now know how to cope with being a single mummy, she is my inspiration.
I sit back and think how hard my mum had it when it really was just me and her, we had some tough times, but mum always got us out of them with her head held high.
This is a thank you to all mums not just mine who care for their children, unconditionally love them, and will do the very best for them.
I hope my children see me even half as good of a mum than what i think of mine, after all i learnt from the best.
“A mother holds her child’s hand for a short while, But their hearts forever”
“Children must be taught , how to think, not what too think”- Margaret Mead
Aug 25, 2013 | Poetry tales , User Submitted Stories |
If only we realised that a smile is a contagious ray of sun, we would brighten the world.
In times at best, optimism is the most valuable quality. If only we knew we would race to prosper.
In this temporary world of spoken amiss, we wish for happiness.
From the glow in a daughters eye, exposed internal bliss.
We all have the same goal, but strive to force feed our purpose, with what we assume to be and intelligent choice. When in reality it’s worthless.
Happiness is life’s lock and how frantically we search for the key.
To be eternally satisfied is to be a caged bird set free.
Equality is a tooth of our answer.
Hence ignorance is a disease which kills a heart before a soul, exceedingly deadly yet curable unlike cancer.
Contentment is the sweetest thing a life could ever taste.
A good deed erases enemies through sincerity; such a deed can never be replaced.
So hasten to success, hasten to the evil past which the latter will erase,
It’s one difference at a time which makes the earth a better place.
By May Bint Abu-Qalbain
Aug 17, 2013 | General , Love lessons , Poetry tales |
As swift as the falling orb her voice rises
From east to west her steam blows
With anger no man can calm
It consumes everything just like the ravage forest fire
That feeds on the village homes
Unforgiving yet without enemies
Most wonderful, most divine
Her warmth is like a distance away
Her peace is like a promise unmade
Yet when it comes,
With it brings the peak-abo
With it brings an echo so smooth
So calm that every man obeys her words
Not questioning their very sanity and reasoning for which she attacks
She is more trouble than the drake passage of Antarctica
I wait in the distance for her grace and calm
For in that moment her true beauty shines
Often under-rated but never forgotten
Her timeless beauty is made known like a faultless diamond
Even closed eyes can still see its glow afar
I speak to unleash a soul that all young men desire.
A soul that often gets over-looked
An ageless beauty. A precious friend.
Her smile so defined that no Goddess ever made by man ever surpassed
that through all this she may someday truly know
That the ones we love the most are the ones that hurt us the most.
To the lady in the shadow with a soul of an angel
The lady in the shadow as stubborn as a mule
Remember all things good and forget all things past
To forgive is to truly let go
Holding unto nothing but the promise that one deserves another chance
Release what makes you true
For life is un-certain in and all we have is right now
For in life no-one is perfect
Surely not me
Though you come close.
For in your heart we hear the world beat one decibel at a time
For in your smile the world knows God really exists.
By theunderdogtales
COMMENTS ARE WELCOME
Aug 4, 2013 | General , Inspirational Tales , Motivational Tales , Poetry tales , Relationships |
A POEM To my unborn child.
I am writing this letter to my unborn child
From a fathers heart to a heart straight from my God
Who before its first breath my heart already loves
I love you more than even life can ever hold
My beautiful wife, what precious life you will bring
I love you even more for keeping you till this day.
I know its naive to love someone unknown
Yet in my silliness I feel at peace
For in your eyes yet unseen I know I shall come close to seeing my lord.
My child , My life, what simple words to speak
Counting down the days have been the longest wait of my life
Soon I shall meet you , knowing my life will never be the same
To cuddle, to nurse, to kiss your tears away
To cherish, to keep warm all the days of your life
As every day passes and every fear rises
Wondering and praying that you will be all you can be
Looking to my Lord to keep you safe when I cant
Oh, how hungry I am to show you a wonderful world
To hold your tiny arms till you can walk on your own
And keep you in my strong arms till yours grow stronger than mine
My beautiful child don’t be lonely in heaven
Make friends there my child for no one can harm you there
Remember to say hello to the lord and tell him I am doing all I can
To be ready for his gift.
Tell him not to worry for I will do everything to keep you safe and remind you where you came from
My darling child, kiss his feet and tell him I said I know I am lucky for soon
I will have you in my arms.
Aug 4, 2013 | General , Inspirational Tales , Lessons Through Religion , Motivational Tales , Poetry tales |
There is light after the DARKNESS
I woke one morning looking through a dark room
thinking life’s moving too soon
No light to behold
No sign of troubles after
Wanting to fight yet not knowing how
for a second I gave up praying
nothing to believe in
Then I found your book,
A little hook was all it took
your word
Your heart, your soul
every word like freedom here, bringing me back to life like CPR
every promise a reminder that my story cant be over before it begins
No sitting here looking like life ain’t life no more
No point looking outwards for things you gave before I could walk
You taught me lord to walk proud
I had all I could
showed me the path
Walking the roads of champions
Push myself to the limit
Making a mockery of all the wisdom I acquired prior to your word
To those that say you will never make it,
those that used their words to do nothing but break you
we love you all
Those that felt you gave your all
No hard feelings
I thank you for your words
Your words made me who I am
If not for you I would never have fought
I would never have given my all to see those words untrue
Never have put it all in to ensure I dont believe those words
I thank you because I almost believed the words
I thank you because your words brought me to him,
your little reminders lifted me in a way I will never have found
I learnt opinions ain’t facts, you take it and let it be
I learnt to walk in nothing wearing nothing but my heart on my sleeves
And the days courage walked away I learnt to run out and pull it back
Being who you are comes from the heart
Telling you, that you can be all you set out to be means nothing if you don’t see it yourself
And if you cant see it now, look through the eyes of the one that never sees you as less
Look through the eyes of the one that doesn’t tell you one thing and act differently
Walk with me brothers and sisters
Leave all those lies behind
Let me show you the path I found for I know I can never walk alone
The father walks with us all
Reminds you of things long forgotten
For as long as he reigns,
your life,
your story hasn’t even started yet.
Aug 4, 2013 | General , Lifes Curve Balls , Personal Development , Poetry tales |
I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you.All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them.
I’ve learned that no matter how much I care some people just don’t care back.
I’ve learned that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to does not mean they don’t love you with all they have.
I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
I’ve learned that it’s not what you have in your life, but whom you have in your life that counts.
I’ve learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I’ve learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I’ve learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I’ve learned that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.
I’ve learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.
I’ve learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I’ve learned that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I’ve learned that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I’ve learned that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. And, just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do.
I’ve learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I’ve learned that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt, and you will hurt in the process.
I’ve learned that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would be if they believed it.
I’ve learned that heroes are people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I’ve learned that you can keep going long after you can’t. What have you learnt?
Share with us all in the comments page what you have learnt…