If a child washes his hands he could eat with kings.
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She is as undecided as an orphan: if she does not wash her hands, she will be told that she is a dirty child; if she washes her hands she will be told that she is wasting water.
And Death Washes Only Bones
And death washes only bones;
The mouth of death speaks oft of every tounge
Never his patience once lost is found in all your nature;
Death washes a bone and the astrologer hands two back,
So the moon when lined up, shines down on Venus asleep.
Time smiles on the heart beating and long of face therein,
death puts it back on the middle shelf prearanged.
And death washes only bones;
Deep valleys are filled with man's rich oil,
And covered over memories by death too often dredged.
Lined up end to end exposed again to harvest the tears of wait;
And death washes only bones and man who drinks so bold,
There being no truth and lies sown shut death eyes all bottoms.
d.t.
poem by Is It Poetry
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I'm a Kings Daughter
I'm a Kings daughter
I'm a Kings daughter
I'm a Kings daughter
I
am one of the redeemed children of the King
why can't all the children come together under one name
to feed the hungry and suffering at home first
and abroad?
as children of the exquisitely Perfect King Of Kings
we should, if we can why don't we?
I'm a Kings child, one of many...
poem by Sylvia Loven Carter
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Lightning Strike
The lighting brings back memories.
The thunder shows my anger.
As the rain washes it away.
the birds fly by, I see my dreams.
As they go home. they're stolen from me.
As the rain washes it away.
The pedal filled with rain drops, I know I'm hurt.
As the rain drops roll off, they're like my tears.
As the rain washes it away.
The clouds are like my soul.
They hide the sun, like I hide my feelings.
As the rain washes it away.
As I sit on my porch,
Watching the rain wash things away.
I see that the storms a lot like me.
poem by Fugly Fool
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All The Kings Horses
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldnt put me back together again
My heart lies in pieces all over the ground
Whos gonna help me when youre not around
And I know inside me ,that nobody cares
Whatever happens to me
I live my life as a plea
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldnt put me back together again
I was in love when I sat on my wall
No one could hurt me , no one at all
And I know that somewhere my love walked away
She threw my love to the sky
Nothing to do but to cry
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Couldnt put me back together again
All the kings horses , all the kings horses
All the kings horses , all the kings horses
song performed by by Bee Gees
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A slave boy is blamed no matter what he does: If he does not wash his hands, he is accused of being dirty. If he washes his hands, he is accused of wasting water.
The Young Man
(in answer to Elisabeth Eybers)
Under the shower her man is soaking wet
where she wraps her arms around him
and around him water splashes.
His skin is soft under her hands,
she washes down his spine
and she almost slips, are against him
and the floor of the shower is slippery
when she moves still closer to him.
Under the shower her man is soaking wet
and he smiles softly with white shining teeth,
she can feel his muscles tightening with power,
she washes down his spine
and when she slips, she has to move her grip on him,
with water flowing over both of them
and around him water splashes.
and he stops her from falling, grabs her with power
and she washes down his upper leg,
she can feel his muscles tightening with power
and the floor is slippery but flat
and she wonders from where his manly power comes?
Under the shower her man is soaking wet
and she washes him as low as every heel,
her fingers grips
and she washes down his upper leg
and his chest hairs are smudged black
and his gaze is full of lust without any suspicion
and around him water splashes.
over his arms, his strong rib cage
She sees his member tightening, totally set
her fingers grips
where suddenly takes him
looking at him with conceit.
Under the shower her man is soaking wet
and around him water splashes
and his smile almost swallows her and it’s bold,
his skin is soft under her hands,
she sees his member tightening, totally set
and she almost slips, are against him.
[Reference: Jong seun (Young boy) by Elisabeth Eybers.]
“Tog, onvolkome afgerond,
hoe sal die lewe hom nog wond:
in sy Achilleskern vind
hy geen beskutting – man of kind:
geheg aan die benedebuik
waar blink haarrankies reeds ontluik,
deuraar, teer soos ’n ooglid, sag
soos murg, hang weerloos die geslag.”
My translation:
“Still, not yet rounded off,
how life will still wound him:
in his Achilles-core
he finds no cover – man or child
attached to the lower abdomen
where shining hair-sprouts are already unfolding
veined, tender like an eyelid, soft
like marrow, the sex hangs defenceless.”]
poem by Gert Strydom
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When the Kings Went to War
When the kings went to war
Went to war
Went to war
When the kings went to war
I stayed home.
Now the kings have returned
Some have died
Most alive
Now the kings have returned
And I'm alone.
Who to tell
How to say
All that happened in the days
When the kings went to war
While I stayed home.
Oh the battles
Oh the hell
Not of war but worse
The well-kept secrets crying
To be known.
Knocks the door
Comes before
Nathan knows and he will tell
How the king failed to war
When he stayed home.
When the kings went to war
Went to war
Went to war
When the kings went to war
I stayed home.
One hand washes the other, both hands wash the face.
A Crying Child
Inside my heart there's a crying child
Still remains the pain of the past
Still is there aline in pain
O, Child don't you know that?
There are truths in life won't be ever changed
All the time they stay the same
All the time they remain the pain
Over and over they revive the ache
O, Child those lost childhood days
O, Child and who can bring back the past
They are unknown inside of your heart
The longing to the unknown
Unlived
Deprived
Strange
O, Lost childhood days
O, Child Cry Cry
May your innocent tears brings back the time
O, Child may a magic take you over there
May the time stops once again right there
May the time washes away your pain
O, Child still there are tears uncried
O, Child still the happiness is lost inside your eyes.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Ive Been High
Have you seen?
Have not, will travel.
Have I missed the big reveal?
Do my eyes
Do my eyes seem empty?
Ive forgotten how this feels.
Ive been high
Ive climbed so high
But life sometimes
It washes over me.
Have you been?
Have done, will travel.
I fell down on me knees.
Was I wrong?
I dont know, dont answer.
I just needed to believe.
Ive been high
Ive climbed so high
But life sometimes
It washes over me.
So
I dive into a pool so cool and deep that if I sink i
Sink
And when I swim I fly so high
What I want
What I really want is
Just to live my life on high.
And I know
I know you want the same
I can see it in your eyes.
Ive been high
Ive climbed so high
But life sometimes
It washes over me.
Washes over me
Close my eyes so I can see
Make my make-believe believe
In me.
song performed by by REM
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rhythm Of The Day
The moon is bright, so high, so cool
The sun, fumbles, gazes in the grass
The lake sparkles, smiles, in the grey
Smiling at each day
The verse, comes from the east
The west dangles, dances within
a bawl inside
Rivers cropping, like spokes
And is agrand pa Mulanje mountain
And, to the south, Viphya
with birds, smiling
Order of the day is shaking
Vigorous heads retakes brittle words
Words of wisdom from all walks of life
Smiling at the ridged land
Before is a reclaim of the garden
So, beautiful and the lake washes,
washes, washes, washes
While the doleful king points out,
points out, points out so high
So high, is the song, and birds
Slander and go
In the rhythm of the day
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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All The Kings Horses
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
I woke up this mornin that this is what I found.
You had gone and left me,
Any you never even made a farewell sound.
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
I asked my friends about you and this is what they said,
She can live without you,
Shes gonna find a man with money instead.
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
Someday you will know, the meaning of a love thats true.
But when you find out I wont be around to share it with you.
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
song performed by by Monkees
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Child smiles
Only in a world of freedom,
Can a child unfold and bloom.
Only with the sun piercing right through the dark hut,
Can a child see the wonderful sights of this world.
Only in an ocean of unprejudiced love,
Can a child speak to its heart's content.
Only through the eyes of soft empathy,
Can a child see its true reflection.
Only in surroundings of unadulterated society,
Can a child open its mind wholesomely and dream.
Only when applauded at its tiniest achievement,
Can a child come to know its hidden potential.
Only in lanes without propagation of caste,
Can a child recognize its own identity.
Only in the cradle of happiness,
Can a child fantasize and create.
Only in vicinity of the learned,
Can a child imbibe the essentials of life.
Only in the pages of medieval history,
Can a child understand its ancestors better.
Only in unpolluted waters of the Ganges,
Can a child splash its hands and wholeheartedly swim.
Only without discrimination of gender and status,
Can a child flourish to achieve its goal.
Only in the gentle hands of its mother,
Can a child shield its eyes and sob.
And Only in an atmosphere of complete equality,
Can a child stimulate his urge for learning, prosper
and SMILE.
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Manus Manum Lavat
it is always with One Hand
that Washes the Other
Friends or Lovers
Husbands and Wives
Two hands dipped On Water
Cooling and Resting
Two Hands Sounding to A Clap
From a Basin of Water
One Hand on Top of the Other
Comforting and Sharing and
Keeping the Silence with the Water
Between them The Time.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There will be no end to the troubles of states, or of humanity itself, till philosophers become kings in this world, or till those we now call kings and rulers really and truly become philosophers, and political power and philosophy thus come into the same hands.
All The Kings Horses
(unknown)
Mmm, my friends keep telling me to pull myself together
They try to cheer my up but its not gettin better
They say that time will pass and Ill love again some day
But time is standing still ever since you went away
Now, all the kings horses and all the kings men
Youll never get me back together again
cause I just fall apart each time I look at you
No, all the kings and all the kings men
Are never gonna make me smile again
How can I smile just knowin youre with somebody new? , ooh
You had my hopes so high I guess they had to tumble
And when you left my dream my world began to crumble
No woman ever found the only missing part
When you left me behind dont you know you took my heart?
Now, all the kings horses and all the kings men
Youll never get me back together again
cause I just fall apart each time I look at you, yes I do, now
All the kings and all the kings men
Youre never gonna make me smile again
How can I smile just knowin youre with somebody new? , ooh, yeah, ooh, ahh, ha
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Youll never get me back together again
cause I just fall apart each time I look at you, yes I do
I said, all the kings and all the kings men
Are never gonna make me smile again
How can I smile just knowing youre with somebody new? , yeah
All the kings horses and all the kings men
Youll never get me back together again
And I just fall apart each time
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Overwhelming Wish To Have A Child
A child is a bless from heaven,
A pure being that came into the world,
Like a creation of a throbbing love,
Between a man and a woman through the grace of God.
I am a sensitive woman,
In every little thing i feel life,
I wish one day i'll hold my child in my arms,
And crying happily when my child calls me "mom".
Nothing can compare a mom's feeling,
To hold in her hands those little hands,
Those shinning shy eyes are watching her with hope,
She is all the universe of her beloved child.
My biggest wish is to have a child,
To live together wonderful moments,
To enjoy its first little steps, its smile,
And each day with joy will be fulfilled.
I take this life and live it,
All vicissitudes i'll surpass,
Only those deepest pain you cannot heal,
My overwhelming wish to have a child.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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It Wasnt His Child
(written by skip ewing)
He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasnt his child,
It wasnt his child
Yet still he took him as his own
And as he watched him grow
It brought him joy
But it wasnt his child
It wasnt his child
But like a father he was strong and kind
And I believe he did his best
It wasnt easy for him
But he did all could
His son was different from the rest
It wasnt his child
It wasnt his child
And when the boy became a man
He took his fathers hand
And soon the world
Would all know why
It wasnt his child
It wasnt his child
But like a father he was strong and kind
And I believe he did his best
It wasnt easy for him
But he did all could
He grew up with his hands in wood
And he died with his hands in wood
He was gods child,
He was gods child
He was her man
She was his wife
And late one night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasnt his child
It was gods child
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Swimming In Light
soul prepares spirit
for time of bonding
swimming in light
harmonic luminous light
washes over carbon senses
washes soul purity bright
poem by Terence George Craddock
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