The quality of life is so different in France. There is the possibility of living a simple life. I would never contemplate raising my daughter in LA. I would never raise any child there.
quote by Johnny Depp
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A Mother Does Not
A mother does not raise her child for to fight and die in war
Or to kill another Human Being in a Country from home far
That her son or her daughter should at someone else shoot to kill
A person they have never known or who have never bore them ill.
Picasso's 'Screaming Woman' is for all woman kind
The mother weeps for her dead child with grief 'out of her mind'
Mothers do not raise their children for to be remembered on War Memorial Day
For to fight in war for war mongering non combatants and throw their lives away
A mother raises her son or daughter so her seed of life will live on
That her genes will still be around when she herself has gone
From the World of the living to be numbered amongst the dead
I wish for my children to outlive me that's what the mother said.
A mother does not raise her child for to meet with an early death
Not for her War Memorial Day or the words 'Lest we forget'
She wants her son and daughter for to grow old and gray
And she does not wish to hear of War and War Memorial Day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Mothers And Their Daughters
they struck him down hard early in life
he slaps me around plenty
i cannot leave
my daughter never cries
to feed my daughter
i will take on the whole lot of you
the young men howl
i am a mother in time of famine
my daughter dying at my breast
my husband wants a son
my first child a love child a daughter
a wedding to make it right
a family joke to keep me honest
they have a one child policy here
he took my first child my daughter
sold her to the americans
as a child they mutilated me
for fear i might become the woman i am
they will never get to my daughter
I am told to hate my burqa
it keeps my secret from him
my daughter will wear the burqa
poem by Paul Bamberger
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Inner Life
Life hangs on life inner,
It corroded the life we have told,
Just death brings all time a shove,
Then shovels and buckets are of colours,
The life has gained me a prize of streams of life.
It was geometric progression on a massive scale,
It was beautiful breaking an oath now.
Life has bent its head on the body of joy,
An exact opposite of the heavenly bodies in space,
In space you read a sign.
In space you have life, life is away,
Like the living ones who discuss their nightmares.
Of this life then the living know meaningful dreams,
Dreams of life have sung joyously like a statue and sculptor.
Life has inner quality,
And we agree to the quality that brings joy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lifesong
to a child very young
life is
happiness and fun
to a child getting bigger
life and school
seem to be getting bitter
to a child growing up
life and love
seem to be getting mixed up
to a child fully grown
life is about
making choices on your own
to a child with a child
life is about
making sure there life isn't wild
to a child getting old
life is about
keeping your family out of the cold
to a child old and grey
life is about
remembering the past things you used to say
to a child dead and gone
life was about
your one lifesong
poem by No Reason To Care
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Too Fearful To Fully Grasp
It is much easier for me,
To be very patience with a child...
Asking questions about life.
Than it is for me to answer,
Those same questions asked...
By one who appears to be an adult.
But has a mind of a child.
And the simple aspects of life,
They have yet to experience.
Or too fearful to fully grasp,
With a faith they claim to have...
To explore and adventure.
A living of life to fake it...
Is difficult to explain,
To anyone seeking how best to live it...
On their terms AND with expectations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Has That Quality Of Life Gone Today?
Those that grow old but not 'up',
Live lives in recycled patterns.
A process that benefits routine...
Within set limitations,
That have come to demean common sense.
Those living to break away from those 'molds',
Had been referred to as nonconformists at one time.
Now the 'mavericks' have replaced them,
With no concern for the quality of life.
And when nonconformists were shunned...
They sought a better way of life for everyone.
And many attempted to do this,
Without the purchasing and selling...
Of illegal weapons such as guns.
And where has that quality of life gone today?
To the pleading of the needs of those greedy...
Who have left that quality of life stray,
Into corrupted decay.
With other 'necessities' politically and religiously valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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a Child
God gives a child
for a while as a gift to you
to keep in your arms.
It may be for eighty years
or maybe time is measured out
much shorter,
but a time will come that he or she
will go back to the dust
from where new life comes.
The life of the child
will put sparkle in every day
and to see love in the eyes of that child,
will make your life unforgettable
and you will feel as if you are touching immortality
if you raise that child in His ways.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Inner Child
Fight the bonds with growing older
Listen to the child in your heart
Resist the urge to let it go
Don't let two great things fall apart
Step away from the normalcy
Keep your imagination bright
Run from the creative blocks
That attack you from left and right
Keep finding joy in the simple things
Like a rainbow in the sky
Keep being thankful for living
Yet be unafraid to die
There is this child deep inside
That you can't let society take away
Don't let them kill the creative spark
Without this child it cannot stay
Don't let them strangle you with maturity
And please don't try to grow up too fast
Appreciate life's simple treasures
So you can help your Inner Child last
poem by Tatianna Rei Moonshadow
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Murder of life
Ive lost my effort in life, maybe its just a simple crime. living life like it was murder can be pleasant when you are around strangers. Outgoing and fun isnt the solution, neighter strait or serious help the motion. having to live a double life its like taking a life, running away from problems everytime. life can be like a hard day with bad weather or like a sunny spring day, beautiful and clever.Some times we take our life and use it as a tool, people dont realize life its only one, live it full.
Life its a precious gift given by god and many people just lay there and drop. Ive lost my effort in life, maybe its just a simple crime. living life like it was murder can be pleasant when you are around strangers.
poem by Yaderin Cruz
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Grandma monkey loves
Monkey grandma loves
Child of her daughter more
Than child of her son
In morning dew
She carries child of daughter
Up her back and child of son
Down her belly to shake off dew
In noon sun heat
She turn child of daughter
Down her belly and child of son
Up her back to be beat by hot sun
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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I think that when you respect yourself, and you're happy with yourself, you raise a higher standard for yourself. And when you do that you allow strong people who also believe those things into your life and it's about quality of life.
quote by Missy Peregrym
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One thing they never tell you about child raising is that for the rest of your life, at the drop of a hat, you are expected to know your child's name and how old he or she is.
quote by Erma Bombeck
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Contemplation
I see an elderly man in need.
I stop - I help.
He thanks me, again and again.
But, that's not the point.....
- that's not IT.
The real gratitude - the true feeling -
Is following the sweet urging of Life.....
- the Love of life, within the love for others.
... I contemplate this, as he waves and goes along his way.....
Contemplation is
Experiencing the presence of God.
Life is present;
How could I not contemplate it.
- These moments, they come,
So unsuspected.
They go, so quickly;
I don't want to let go
... still, they pass...
My world is changed
- for the better -
Forever.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Interpretation of a story
Day in day out
in repetition
the life's game
we are caught.
Surrounded by walls
the only thing
to cling
is Love.
Here and then
a wake up call
new born or death
comes on the way..
A daughter dies
'Will I see you again? '
asks her mother
But she cannot be heard.
All that a mother
thinks about
is how to keep
The daughter's life.
So hard she tries,
fights everything
the wind, and many gods,
But all in vain, she failed..
At last she has to let
sweet soul to go away
Yet first she eats tiny bits
of memories.
Only to keep
the child's gifts
SWEET LOVE..
Daughter leaves but love
Forever to remain.
Then life could,
can, shall
Start again
Another happiness..
A happy child
And a happier mother.
Day in day out
in repetition,
life's game
we are caught...
Good luck to all my dear C.D. friends, a week from now we shall joy playing it at Concarino.Doki doki(*_*)
poem by Elena Sandu
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Father You a Daughter
Sweetie, you know you are all I want in a mate,
Every time that I had ever needed in a lady;
No other can compare to your mystique so great,
So I want you to have my very next baby.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Your beauty, strength, your grace, and intellect,
Brilliance beyond anyone I have ever known;
The spirit you have inspires me to pay respect
Every good woman and I want raise one of my own.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
This child will be our legacy, but another you,
With your very enticing smile, sexy eyes;
I cannot wait to go all night making love to you
For a baby, sharing your joy between your thighs.
Carry my seed, baby...
Never will I part from you, keep it in overnight,
Ready to accept the amazing paternity of two;
A daughter with your way of thinking and life,
If tomorrow ends tonight, I must impregnate you.
Carry my seed, baby...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
They say the man must do all the work
If we really want to have a pretty little princess;
Baby, just lay back and let me work
Starting with your mind to all five senses.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Passion marks over spots I already licked,
Kisses trace each place my fingertips ran;
Battlefield Bedroom is the place to get some...
If love is war, then I will declare it much as I can.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
Bear my child, carry my seed, baby
To not knock you up would be crazy;
Such a dream of mine come true,
And I long to savor moments with you.
By far the finest from sole to crown,
I truly love to please you up and down;
To have you walking around with my child,
Makes the obstacles we faced worthwhile.
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
poem by Sr. Lamar Ingraham
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Simple Kindness
I was walking to school in sunlight that normally
Felt like a child's smile and smelled like an adventure
Into the rainbow world of an education
Not today
Today I felt as if the world is upon my shoulders
I was so stressed and worried
Such as a person does when they are about to
Squat 400lb
With tears tumbling down my checks
Thinking why is life so hard
Why can't it be more simple
More rain falls on a cold April morning down my face
Taking the forbidden shortcut to school
For the sake of the tune of my stomach
Into a place where the sun never shines
A fire catches my eyes a fire that freezes my tears
As I blink I catch one in my hand a single tear that meant
Sadness, loneliness, and self abandon ness just seconds ago
Now means understanding, self motivation and the knowing I'm the one
That will feed the world its cold medicine
Only if kindness could be the cure
I was the one thinking why life is so hard
When there is a mother standing there with her child
Praying the cold would end
The mother wishing she had something that didn't mean
Crawling into the dumpster
To feed her starving five year old girl
The only thing she has left
Regretting experimenting with that one needle
That was just for fun
Well she's not laughing anymore
Now the jokes really on her
And thankful for her daughter
For her company all these years
But its not like she had a choice
Only if simple kindness could be the cure
To a mother's
Shame gilt regret or
Broken pride
But simple kindness can fix
The hunger of an innocent child
That childs need for an education and
A mother that wants to do better in life for her daughter
Only if simple kindness could be the cure
To the common cold
To cancer
To any of the worlds problems
Are you ready to be the one to deliver it to the world
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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When Life was Simple
When life was simple
Was when I was in mother's womb?
but wait we were poor so my mom got no prenatal care.
When life was simple
Was when my mother gave birth to me...?
but wait I was born premature with a collapsed lung unable to breathe.
When life was simple
Was when I was 6 month old?
but wait that was when my mom found out I have Cerebral Palsy.
When life was simple
Was when I was about ten?
but wait that when I was called the little cripple boy who has no friends.
When life was simple
I was about 26
but wait that when my mother scoffed at my poetic gift.
Well I'm 41 now
and throughout the years there's one thing I have learned
Life is never simple.
Daughter Of Darkness
Woman, I can remember a woman
Warm were her kisses and tender was she lying there in my arms
Why
Why, did you deceive me so?
What devil inside made you go when I needed you most of all-ll
Oh daughter of darkness
Stay out of my life, my life
You took my heart and broke it apart, you daughter of darkness
Daughter of darkness
Please, leave me alone forever
Daughter of darkness, gone is the love that we shared together
Heaven, we had our own kind of heaven
Sharing together the magic of love in a world of our own
Then oh so suddenly you were gone
The love I depended upon disappeared when you werent away-ay
Oh daughter of darkness
Stay out of my life, my life
You took my heart and broke it apart, you daughter of darkness
Daughter of darkness
Please, leave me alone forever
Oh devil daughter of darkness, gone is the love that we shared together
Oh daughter of darkness
Stay out of my life, my life
You took my heart and broke it apart, you daughter of darkness
Oh daughter of darkness
Stay out of my life, my life
You took my heart and broke it apart, you daughter of darkness
Daughter of darkness
Please, leave me alone forever
Oh devil daughter of darkness, gone is the love that we shared together
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song performed by by Tom Jones
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Life Is Just Life
life is neither a heaven nor a hell.
not a puzzle to get displace.
life is life n only life
which we have to live n survive..
life is not a trauma of tumult..
nor of sporadic spryness or sundry sadness
life is living n to live is life
life is not a season of summer or springs..
or of being at shed or scortching heat
life is what it is l-iving i-t f-ullest e-clatically
is the message it gives..
life is not a sea of sorrow or plethora of pleasure
nothing so special nothin to err
life is living n only living..
& the one who defines it, does it for living
life is not a boon nor a bane
& nthng being so estrange
life is to live n to live is life..
& living life makes us suffice.........
poem by Srishti Shrivastava
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Life
Life is a possibility, embrace it.
Life is beautiful, admire it.
Life is wonderful, enjoy it.
Life is a dream, follow it.
Life is a bewilderment, face it.
Life is a mission, fulfill it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a treasure, cherish it.
Life is rich, savior it.
Life is lovely, revere it.
Life is a mystery, uncover it.
Life is pain, endure it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a tragedy, forbear it.
Life is luck, benefit from it.
Life is an adventure, be regardful of it.
Life is very precious, delight in it.
Life is a war, learn from it.
Life is life, fight for it.
poem by Mother Theresa, translated by Masiela Lusha
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