I had so many freckles that my mother used to say that they were kisses from the angels. I still have them.
quote by Lara Flynn Boyle
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Little Angels Are Sleeping
mechanical bulbs light
shines a seeing light
not to fierce or bright
for this small desk site
so I may write by night
by a cast artificial light
little angels are sleeping
they return to me creeping
once or twice for kisses
for their good night kisses
after their first off to bed
younger first then elder
then kisses cuddles fed
they depart again for bed
to rest a weary little head
where now is their sleepy mother
in precious moments of no bother
why she is happily watching the tv
to my work she always leaves me free
I am here for you as you are for me
when I sleep my wishes watch over thee
so twinkle twinkle little star near or far
worry not for I am as near as I am far
with love for you where ever you are
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Mother
“The Mother”
She’s known as the mother
But, she doesn’t act like a mother
No love
No love
You’ll never see her show it
Only her madness
Never hugs
Never kisses
Never loves
Never
Noone knows what she needs to make her happy
She’s a careless and unhappy woman
She only has time for herself
No second thoughts about others
The mother
I’ve heard of her
But, where is she?
The real mother?
poem by Latedra Ellis
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Overnight Angels
(ian hunter)
In the heat of the indian summer
Out along the appalachian way
You can hear the sound of the overnight angels
As they pray
Charged by the light of some mariners lantern
Spitting out a cold but triangular spray
Cant you hear the screams of the overnight angels
As they play
Talking to the spirits through a silver curtain
Reaching out beyond the length of the light
You can catch a glimpse of an overnight angel
As he shines
Dancing through the toys of the dead and the living
Laughing at the poets changing their rhymes
Cant you feel the pulse of the overnight angels
Beating time
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels
Children of the junkies led the revolution
Push yourselves over get yourselves there
Someone throw their arms round the overnight angels
Cause they care
Angels dont need no phony religion
Throw them out along with the ethnic nowheres
They will never speak to the overnight angels
They can only stare
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels
Can you hear us can you hear us
Were talking bout the overnight angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Angels angels angels angels
Overnight angels
Overnight angels
Talking about
The overnight angels
(fade)
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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In The Footprints of My Mother
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall step to you.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall stay innocent and true.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall not give up hope.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall give you my love note.
In the footprints of my mother,
Lead me to a better path.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall releive in her wrath.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall cure all of your pains.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall bring you great reigns.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall unleash the angels of truth.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall defeat the evils booth.
The footprints of my mother,
led me straight to you.
The footprints of my mother,
Shown me I have nothing left to loose.
The footprints of my mother,
Guieded me towards the compelling lights.
The footprints of my mother,
Guided me towards the love of my life.
poem by Erin Grantham
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Who kisses the feet of his mother, kisses the step of Paradise.
Mother’s Lap Vavroovahana Patra
Mother Mangala is Deity;
Penetrates rays of Gaiety.
Is an Ocean of Delight;
Evaporates life’s plight.
Mother shows the right path;
Is a Brook of mirth.
Tranquilises the devotee;
Is the Almighty.
Fragrance of Shrine Kisses the devotees;
Devotees dance with delight.
Cuckoo sings delightfully;
Sun ray kisses the shrine gaily.
Mother’s altar is a brook of nectar;
Devotees drink, content their desire.
Devotees smile gaily;
Children play delightfully.
Moon beam kisses the shrine at night;
Mother penetrates rays of delight.
Laps sons affectionatively;
Poets derive Divine Bliss gaily.
poem by Vavroovahana Patra
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Not Close
Where’s the kid? Kirkehuse
asks. She’s in bed, she’s sleeping,
Mother says. About time; never
knew a kid to yak so much. She’s just
a child. She’s a yakker and she talks
too much. Mother cuddles up close
to Kirkehuse on the sofa as he sips
his booze. You’re too soft with her;
she gets away with things. When I
was a kid I kept quiet and did as I
was told and if I didn’t my old man’d
make sure I knew what’d happen if
I didn’t, Kirkehuse says. Mother kisses
his stubbly cheek. I try, she mutters.
Well, you don’t try hard enough.
The kid just yaks and thinks she knows
things she doesn’t. Kirkehuse looks at
Mother’s head of hair. He kisses her.
And what was that about the history
lesson, eh? She thinks we don’t know
about the Kennedys? Mother pulls at
the hem of her dress; he sips his booze.
She’s just trying to show she’s good at school,
Mother says. Kirkehuse pulls a face.
If she were my kid she’d know her place.
poem by Terry Collett
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Mother In Law
(a. toussaint)
Mother in law, mother in law
Mother in law, mother in law
The worst person I know
Mother in law, mother in law
She worries me so
Mother in law, mother in law
If she leaves us alone
We could have a happy home
Sent from down below
Mother in law, mother in law
Mother in law, mother in law
Satan should be her name
Mother in law, mother in law
To me theyre about the same
Mother in law, mother in law
Everytime I open my mouth
Steps in trying to put me out
How could you stood so low
Mother in law, mother in law
Mother in law, mother in law
Come home with my pay
Mother in law, mother in law
She asks me what I made
Mother in law, mother in law
She thinks her advice is a contribution
If she would leave that would be the solution
Dont come back no more
Mother in law, mother in law
Mother in law, mother in law....
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Kisses blown are kisses wasted. Kisses aren't kisses unless they are tasted. Kisses spread germs and germs are hated. So kiss me baby I'm vaccinated.
Kiss It...
Kisses is
Not given
And taken....
Kisses is
Not for love -or
With a love...? !
Kisses is
Not making
For sin- not
Of sin's...!
Kisses is
Doing for
Not just too
Just...!
Making kisses
Will happpy
Fit for happy....!
With you and
Your's...
That is more
Importent for
Kisses...!
My kisses also
with you...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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To My Mom
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of 'Mother, '
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother- my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
poem by Ricky Baker
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Thank You, Earthly Mother
my earthly mother
that works so hard
thank you for giving
birth to this crazy mental child
my earthly mother
that art at home
thank you for healing
invisalbe injures
with kisses
my earthly mother
who is always there
thank you for being
my best friend
oh, earthly mother
that s in my heart
that is where
you will stay
poem by Akira Anderson
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Wasted Kisses
Chorus:
Why did I waste my kisses on u, baby?
Why did I waste my kisses on u now?
Why did I waste my kisses on u, baby?
Why did I waste my kisses on u now?
Overdue c thats how I described the hour
The minute, the moment that I first laid eyes on u
I guess I knew that sooner or later this power
Would manifest itself into a rendezvous
Small dark room c thats where I let u smother
In front of your [gut, tell another]
Why should I care?
Cheap perfume all over those burgundy stockings
The ones I tied u up with
I shoulda just left em there (shoulda just left em there)
Whyd I waste my kisses on u?
Why did I waste my kisses on u, baby?
Chorus
Whyd I waste my kisses on u, baby? (on u)
Why did I waste my kisses on u now?
Whyd I waste my kisses on u, baby? (on u)
Why did I waste my kisses on u now?
song performed by by Prince
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Munting Paraiso (English ' Little Paradise ')
The little paradise
was full of laughters
of the little angels
playing in the garden
that is painted
with many colors
of beautiful flowers.
At night
was the father's serenade
with his guitar
while little angels
soundly sleeping
on their mother's breast.
The little paradise
oh, I can't remember
the last time
I saw it.
Since poverty
became the victor
father's serenade
no longer heard
and with the mother
both tired from labor
they sleep at night
with their mouths open.
And their angels
faded their innocence
that even late at night
still in the streets
wandering.
Oh, little paradise
how I wish
to see you...
once more.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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To My Mother
Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother,"
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you-
You who are more than mother unto me,
And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you
In setting my Virginia's spirit free.
My mother- my own mother, who died early,
Was but the mother of myself; but you
Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,
And thus are dearer than the mother I knew
By that infinity with which my wife
Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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What is a mother?
What is a mother? A mother is a friend.
What is a mother? A mother is your hero.
What is a mother? A mother is someone who can make your wishes comes true.
What is a mother? A mother is sugar and spice.
What is a mother? A mother knows all the coolest music and style.
What is a mother? A mother is everything in between.
What is a mother? A mother is a better version of you.
What is a mother? A mother is your mommy till the day that you leave this world behind.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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What is a mother? pt 2
What is a mother? A mother is a friend.
What is a mother? A mother is your hero.
What is a mother? A mother is someone who can make your wishes comes true.
What is a mother? A mother is sugar and spice.
What is a mother? A mother knows all the coolest music and style.
What is a mother? A mother is everything in between.
What is a mother? A mother is a better version of you.
What is a mother? A mother is your mommy till the day that you leave this world behind.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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A Mothers Love
There are times when only a Mother's love
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappoints
And calm all of our fears.
There are times when only a Mother's love
Can share the joy we feel
When something we've dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.
There are times when only a Mother's faith
Can help us on life's way
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day.
For a Mother's heart and a Mother's faith
And a Mother's steadfast love
Were fashioned by the Angels
And sent from God above.
poem by Carter Williams
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The Child Who Does Not Recognize His Mother
when his mother comes
he does not utter the word mama
the mother tells him
Me, Mama, and hugs him
but he wrestles her away
he grabs a ball and throws it away
and he chases it
he falls on the ground
and shouts for help
his mother rushes to help him
removes the dirt from his shirt
and calms him down
then the boy utters the word at last
Mama
the mother smiles and kisses him
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: Prayer to Mother Mary
The Virgin Mother wearing stars for crown,
As angels sing a choir around her head,
And with Her feet, crushing the ‘serpent’ down!
‘Hail Mary, full of grace! ’ the angels said.
‘The lord’s with Thee; Thou art bless’d ’mongst women!
And bless’d is Jesus Christ, fruit of thy womb, ’
The mother of God and Queen of Heaven,
Our intercessor with God, beyond our tomb!
O Lady born without Original Sin,
Who brought forth Jesus on that Christmas night;
Our fight against temptations- helps us win;
O Mother chaste assumed by Heaven’s light.
Mother of sorrows- when Christ died on cross,
Please pray for us for our Heavenly cause.
30-8-2001
poem by John Celes
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