Brassbound [haughtily]: My men, madam, are not children in the nursery.
Lady Cicely [with unanswerable conviction]: Captain Brassbound, all men are children in the nursery. I see that you don't notice things. That poor Italian had only one proper bootlace, the other was a bit of string. And I am sure from Mr. Drinkwater's complexion that he ought to have some medicine.
line from Captain Brassbound's Conversion, Act I, script by George Bernard Shaw (1900)
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
where the sidewalk ends
now a nursery school stands
it slowly quietly comes alive at morn
the gentleness of a breeze as
children with their bags on their backs
walk, run into their classrooms
after the first light of morn
where the sidewalk ends
now a nursery school stands
it quietens down at the last light of dusk
the gentleness of a breeze
as children leave and go happy that they
have fulfilled mom's and dad's wishes
and learnt a few rudimentary words and grammar
their laughters and cheers as they leave
echo those in the lane of my memory
- a few young boys and girls swarming round
a mango tree shaking for its last mango
it had missed my friends and dropped right on my left eye
before plopping onto the ground with a 'bruise' on its yellowish skin
i could still hear the cheers and the question 'who will take this? '
little mary always got the fruit of our play
guess what, she also got married to the best boy of the gang
yesteryears' cheers still shore up the camaraderie
in her reunion dos for all of us
come rain or shine we woud all try to attend
but sadly we would never see the faces of all
someone, somewhere had always ended up at the
sidewalk of another lane, road
where the sidewalk ends now a
nursery school stands evoking
the wondrous time we had spent here
where the sidewalk ends
the first lesson of life begins
where smiles, cheeers and tears
come straight from the hearts
how in every reunion we tried hard
to laugh in the same way, but always
resulted with a tinge of regret we would never
be able to do it the way when we were children
it hurt us like the bruised mango that
had fallen hardhazardly on the lane of our memory
where the sidewalk ends
now stands a nursery school
where joy and laughter abound
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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You And The Children
i have written some
poems about
children
not the nursery rhymes
for them
honestly i do not like
to hear them
reading them to me
do not ask me
i am saddened
these children are never
mine
they are yours as you
have taken cared
of them
from the very beginning
from the womb
of their mothers
you must still care
for them
till the tomb of
time
i accept i am of the lesser kind
you are the mother
of them all
when their mothers left them
you are water and fire
and flower and cloud
and the sun
and the moon when
darkness came
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Toys
Sindys spending too much money on clothes
Ken is going back to gay bob
The teddy bears swear the neighbourhoods gone
Since the moving in of golliwog
Rag doll gets beaten up by the action man
The one with the real life hair
He walks and he talks in a commanding voice
But sexually hes not all there
Oh dear what can the matter be, my children sweet children
What gives down in the nursery, my children sweet children
Oh dear what if the cradle falls, my children sweet children
Toys are only human after all, who killed em we killed em
If toys are quarreling amongst themselves
What hope is there now for the world?
The smell of smoke hanging thick over funland
As the older toys are pushed down a ramp
The microchip master race are melting them down
In a dolly concentration camp
The worlds gone mad but in miniature
The kids can only do what they feel
See them copy what their parents have done
til theyre old enough to do it for real
Burn!
song performed by by Xtc
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Ample opportunities
Go to the nearest nursery
Where there is greenery of life
where there is a quick makeover.
Go to the nearest nursery
And change the light
And its colors and focus.
Switch a photo click
Say something with some words
That are yours only.
One has to stay a while
To listen only from you.
Go outside and see the position
of the trees birds animals
that provide you
Ample opportunities
to compose life poetry.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Where The Problem Is
There use to be a time,
When people passed off anything...
And found it acceptable.
Today those same people,
Who found anything and everything done acceptable...
Are seeking explanations amongst themselves,
As to why those they have selected to represent them...
Seem less qualified to audition for characters portrayed,
In any nursery rhymes they have ever told to their children.
And...
The ones who are trying to snap them 'into' reality,
Can not say it loud enough...
That everything that has been sweetened to eat,
And given to them to nourish...
Has had damaging effects,
On the maintaining of their mental health.
Yet...
STILL they wish to keep the same story lines told,
But they wish to have the ones telling those nursery rhymes...
To depict the exact images in their minds,
That have never existed.
Although they seek 'anyone' besides those who are truthful,
To deliver the goods.
With a comfort for them that is understood.
There use to be a time,
When people passed off anything...
And found it acceptable.
But these times lived can no longer depend on myths.
People are challenged to be real with themselves.
And that's where the problem is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the matter of the maintenance and rearing of children the Anarchists would neither institute the communistic nursery which the State Socialists favor nor keep the communistic school system which now prevails.
quote by Benjamin Tucker
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Do You Love Your Children
Father do you love your children
I heard you do
But father will you help your children
We need you to
It could be worse I know its true
But only if we plan
La la la lady mary... its time to show your hand
La la la lady mary... and make a few demands
Children do you hope that someone
Is watching you
But do you feel the need for someone
I know I do
I think about it constantly
We really arent that wise
La la la lady mary... open up our eyes
La la la lady mary... and make us realize
First I have a question
(do you love us)
I would like to know
(do you love us)
Do you love your children
(do you love us)
Do you love your children
(do you love us)
Yes we really need to know
(do you love us)
I think the time has come for you to show
(do you love us)
(do you love us) (do you love us)
(do you love us)(do you love us)
(do you love us) (do you love us)
(do you love us)
Mother, do you love your children
I know you do
But mother do you know your children
Will poison you
The answer does not seem too clear
We look so hard ourselves
La la la lady mary... put your books back on the shelf
La la la lady mary... and save us from ourselves
First I have a question
(do you love us)
I would like to know
(do you love us)
Do you love your children
(do you love us)
Do you love your children
(do you love us)
Yes we really need to know
(do you love us)
I think the time has come for you to show
(do you love us)
(do you love us) (do you love us)
(do you love us)(do you love us)
(do you love us) (do you love us)
(do you love us)
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Evening Song of the Thoughtful Child
Shadow children, thin and small,
Now the day is left behind,
You are dancing on the wall,
On the curtains, on the blind.
On the ceiling, children, too,
Peeping round the nursery door,
Let me come and play with you,
As we always played before.
Let's pretend that we have wings
And can really truly fly
Over every sort of things
Up and up into the sky.
Where the sweet star children play--
It does seem a dreadful rule,
They must stay inside all day.
I suppose they go to school.
And to-night, dears, do you see,
They are having such a race
With their father moon--the tree
Almost hides his funny face.
Shadow children, once at night,
I was all tucked up in bed,
Father moon came--such a fright--
Through the window poked his head;
I could see his staring eyes,
O, my dears, I was afraid,
That was not a nice surprise,
And the dreadful noise I made!
Let us make a fairy ring,
Shadow children, hand in hand,
And our songs quite softly sing
That we learned in fairyland.
Shadow children, hin and small,
See, the day is far behind;
And I kiss you--on the wall--
On the curtains--on the blind.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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Yesterday/Tommorrow
.
The silent shadows echo mysteries.
Across the disused nursery floor, a toy
Abandoned long ago by a child lies.
No echoes or mysteries can destroy.
The memories stored in a mothers mind.
Her children went and she was left behind,
To potter round to fill the day.
The big old house which served her family well
Is too big now to cope with on her own
The passing years and dwindling income tell
A story that is now far too well known.
Tomorrow she leaves for a nursing home.
Tomorrow when the children come.
Tuesday,13 March 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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You padlock a butterfly
Hey my Girlie! the nursery teacher
you taught me to spell love
and how to love smoothly
instead of nursery rhymes.
It's all over like in a movie.
I am a desperado in a nursing home.
Sitting on an isolated bench
And I recognized you from afar,
Your exceptional smile.
Oh! you are designated as a new Matron to this desperate home.Anyway I hope that you will teach me
Your Toy boy, again the spelling of love
And how to love politely not smoothly as earlier?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Nursery Rhyme (UNKLEsounds Edit)
Badly Drawn Boy :
Does it mean I never let you know
Each time I turn inside
When I fully grow I'll outsize you
But I won't let you fall in love
You know it flows over me
And you won't let me drown inside
Sing a nursery rhyme to keep me quiet
Sing a nursery rhyme to keep me quiet
Woman please stay close to me, close to me
Carried through your ecstasy
You can't stop me breathing
Even when you're on fire
Know that you're weaving
With my emotional wires
Flows through me, in through me, out through me
Over me, feeling me, feeding me electrically
It's electric ballroom love X7
Do do do do, do do do do
I have to breathe the air you breathe
I'm inside you
In a room inside a room, I'm inside you
The colour changes follow your emotion
I can see when you're feeling desire
I feel him close to you
While I just walk around inside you
Don't let him close to me
Not when you know it's not the one
The one X6 that you love
It's electric ballroom love X7
Keep me quiet
Won't you sing me a nursery rhyme
To keep me quiet while you're on fire
X3
Please just sing me a nursery rhyme
To keep me quiet, while I'm inside
X2
I won't let you fall in love
You know inside, the baby knows
X4
Your baby knows X4
You're on fire, you're on fire
Keep me quiet, keep me angry
song performed by by Unkle
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What children know (understand)
Children know laughter
They know tears
Children know peace
They know chaos
Children know acceptance
They know rejection
Children know joy
They know pain
Children know abundance
They know lack
Children know health
They know illness
Children know fulfillment
They know emptiness
Children know hope
They know dismay
Children know love
They know hatred
What they don’t know is WHY!
poem by Namie Elisha
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See The Children
(la la la la la la la...)
I stopped the car
The other day
I had to ask a little
Girl the way
I thought she'd show me
Better if she got inside
And once inside
I thought i'd taker her
For a little ride...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
I'm a supermarket santa
Underneath the christmas tree
The little one all like to
Come and sit upon my knee
I have to hold them tightly
'cause they fall to the floor
A little concern ain't
Against the law...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time
See the children
(something something something??) all the time
I pass by the infant school
Every single day
I push sweeties through the fence
But the kids just run way
I only want to talk with them
And join in their fun
But all the little children do
Is run run run run run run run run...
(la la la la la la, la la la la la la..etc..)
See the children
Feel the children all the time..
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time........
song performed by by Cure
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The Yak
As a friend to the children commend me the Yak.
You will find it exactly the thing:
It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back,
Or lead it about with a string.
The Tartar who dwells on the plains of Thibet
(A desolate region of snow)
Has for centuries made it a nursery pet.
And surely the Tartar should know!
Then tell your papa where the Yak can be got,
And if he is awfully rich
He will buy you the creature - or else he will not.
(I cannot be positive which.)
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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We're All God's Children
Album: Peace In The Valley
Here comes a Baptist, here comes a Jew
There goes a Mormon and a Muslim too
I see a Buddist and a Hindu
I see a Catholic and I see you
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
You like the day, and I like the night
He's into country and he's isn't quit
There's folks on the left and the far right
But that doesn't mean that we have to fight
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
White folks, yellow folks, black and tan
On the same planet in the same plan
A feminist woman and a he man
We're all playin' the magic hand
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Oh, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all black and white
We're all precious in his sight
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we all be
One big happy family...
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Nursery Rhyme
Badly drawn boy :
Does it mean I never let you know
Each time I turn inside
When I fully grow Ill outsize you
But I wont let you fall in love
You know it flows over me
And you wont let me drown inside
Sing a nursery rhyme to keep me quiet
Sing a nursery rhyme to keep me quiet
Woman please stay close to me, close to me
Carried through your ecstasy
You cant stop me breathing
Even when youre on fire
Know that youre weaving
With my emotional wires
Flows through me, in through me, out through me
Over me, feeling me, feeding me electrically
Its electric ballroom love x7
Do do do do, do do do do
I have to breathe the air you breathe
Im inside you
In a room inside a room, Im inside you
The colour changes follow your emotion
I can see when youre feeling desire
I feel him close to you
While I just walk around inside you
Dont let him close to me
Not when you know its not the one
The one x6 that you love
Its electric ballroom love x7
Keep me quiet
Wont you sing me a nursery rhyme
To keep me quiet while youre on fire
X3
Please just sing me a nursery rhyme
To keep me quiet, while Im inside
X2
I wont let you fall in love
You know inside, the baby knows
X4
Your baby knows x4
Youre on fire, youre on fire
Keep me quiet, keep me angry
song performed by by Unkle
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Sonnet: Pre-schooling Today
Today’s babe, precious tho’ lands in a crèche!
Pre-nursery school as mother’s off to work;
Using a walker, it is bottle-fresh;
Learns a huge load of books by the rod’s jerk.
Glued to the computer, it plays less out;
Pining for mother’s love sleeps on the floor;
Victim of frequent colds and fever-bout,
Its body and mind get stressed all the more.
While children chant rhymes, the teachers gossip;
Oh, what a shameful way, they are being taught!
Beaten oft black and blue, even by a whip!
Parents too neglect them, when they should not.
Victims of crimes/ abuse, children today,
Are like nipped flower-buds, crushed in some way.
poem by John Celes
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Snow Day
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,
its white flag waving over everything,
the landscape vanished,
not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,
and beyond these windows
the government buildings smothered,
schools and libraries buried, the post office lost
under the noiseless drift,
the paths of trains softly blocked,
the world fallen under this falling.
In a while I will put on some boots
and step out like someone walking in water,
and the dog will porpoise through the drifts,
and I will shake a laden branch,
sending a cold shower down on us both.
But for now I am a willing prisoner in this house,
a sympathizer with the anarchic cause of snow.
I will make a pot of tea
and listen to the plastic radio on the counter,
as glad as anyone to hear the news
that the Kiddie Corner School is closed,
the Ding-Dong School, closed,
the All Aboard Children's School, closed,
the Hi-Ho Nursery School, closed,
along with -- some will be delighted to hear --
the Toadstool School, the Little School,
Little Sparrows Nursery School,
Little Stars Pre-School, Peas-and-Carrots Day School,
the Tom Thumb Child Center, all closed,
and -- clap your hands -- the Peanuts Play School.
So this is where the children hide all day,
These are the nests where they letter and draw,
where they put on their bright miniature jackets,
all darting and climbing and sliding,
all but the few girls whispering by the fence.
And now I am listening hard
in the grandiose silence of the snow,
trying to hear what those three girls are plotting,
what riot is afoot,
which small queen is about to be brought down.
poem by Billy Collins
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How Prevalent Is The Act Of Promiscuity?
How prevalent is the act of promiscuity?
Well...
I am sure there are some parents today,
Who have become a bit leery, hesitant and cautious...
Of telling nursery rhymes to their pre-school children.
Without first seeking counseling from some 'shrink',
Who just may advise them to refrain from doing so.
Since the children today are precociously curious,
About anything.
And the undertones of images created,
By Jack and Jill, Mother Hubbard, Bo Peep...
And Little Tommy Tucker,
Could lead them to playing adult versions...
Of doctor and nurse,
With thorough 'inhouse' examinations practiced...
Not so innocently.
Today...
Even parents are treated with suspicion,
If seen touching their children inappropriately...
As determined by a bystander,
Who may interpret affection shown to children...
By their own parents,
As deviant sexual behavior.
And...
Who knows who may report them,
For being unfit?
Because the gesture was witnessed in public.
And determined to be unlawful.
That's how prevalent,
The act of promiscuity today has become regarded.
As a means of implementating the beginnings,
Of such mental and physical sexual dysfunctions.
It has become enough for some to call for a ban against sex,
And the having of it as a distasteful representation of humanity.
Inappropriate eyeballing soon will be outlawed.
I feel it in the air!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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By The Fireside : The Open Window
The old house by the lindens
Stood silent in the shade,
And on the gravelled pathway
The light and shadow played.
I saw the nursery windows
Wide open to the air;
But the faces of the children,
They were no longer there.
The large Newfoundland house-dog
Was standing by the door;
He looked for his little playmates,
Who would return no more.
They walked not under the lindens,
They played not in the hall;
But shadow, and silence, and sadness
Were hanging over all.
The birds sang in the branches,
With sweet, familiar tone;
But the voices of the children
Will be heard in dreams alone!
And the boy that walked beside me,
He could not understand
Why closer in mine, ah! closer,
I pressed his warm, soft hand!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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