I long remained a child, and I am still one in many respects.
quote by Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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Love Respects
Love respects everyone always,
Love respects everyone's way of life,
Everyone's way of living needs respect,
Love respects everyone always :)
Love respects everyone's opinions,
Love helps us understand everyone's choices,
Respecting everyone's choices encourages understanding,
Love respects everyone's opinions :)
Love respects our needs and desires,
Love knows our needs include respect,
Our desires need respect to be understood,
Love respects our needs and desires :)
Love respects family always,
Love understands a families' influence,
Our parents' decisions need respect,
Love respects family always :)
poem by Paul Jensen Jr
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They are still my kin
I didn’t go to him for any favour;
He remained my friend.
I didn’t do with him any business;
He remained my cousin.
I didn’t have with him any common roof;
He remained my brother.
I didn’t keep to her my eyes wide open;
She remained my wife.
I didn’t get from them any allowance;
They remained my children.
It is as good as they are none to me;
With the God’s grace I could keep them as mine.
19.09.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Freedom Demands Action!
this be not a free country...
as long as one child goes hungry,
one child cant afford to go to school....
as long as there are unemployment lines,
as long as there are vacant houses,
and homeless families.
as long as our sons and daughters
are sacrificed to the gods of war.
as long as our elderly cant get medical care.
as long as they burn and ban books,
as long as one is censored for speaking truth....
as long as the religion we profess
denies the rights of other religions.
as long as the young gay couple,
who want to adopt a child,
a child that no one wants...
cant get married.
as long as justice is bought and sold,
and is different for different colors.
freedom demands action!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Whose Child Is This
'Whose child is this'
Neither his hands nor legs remained
Child who's melted completely
Had nothing to hold up
'Whose child is this'
He was shouting in a moving way
Showing another child
Whom saved from wreckage
He doesn't know he's his brother Hasan
(Poem: Mehmet Omer KAZANCI/Translated by: Nilufer DURSUN)
poem by Nilufer Dursun
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A Widow
She, having lost her husband very soon
After her marriage, while with babe in womb,
Well accepted a life without a moon,
With just a female child that was welcome!
She got a job on compassionate grounds,
And spent her days just trusting in the Lord;
When child graduated, her joy knew no bounds!
Her only solace turned to be God’s Word!
Years rolled off pretty rapidly for her;
She never had a dream that her own;
Some childhood memories, she could gather;
For long, her solitude remained unknown!
But when her new-wed daughter left her too,
She wondered what only, she could ev’r do?
poem by John Celes
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To T. A.
I have made for you a song,
And it may be right or wrong,
But only you can tell me if it's true;
I have tried for to explain
Both your pleasure and your pain,
And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!
O there'll surely come a day
When they'll give you all your pay,
And treat you as a Christian ought to do;
So, until that day comes round,
Heaven keep you safe and sound,
And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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To: Thomas Atkins
I have made for you a song,
And it may be right or wrong,
But only you can tell me if it’s true;
I have tried for to explain
Both your pleasure and your pain,
And, Thomas, here’s my best respects to you!
O there’ll surely come a day
When they’ll give you all your pay,
And treat you as a Christian ought to do;
So, until that day comes round,
Heaven keep you safe and sound,
And, Thomas, here’s my best respects to you!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Just as a child respects his father even when he perceives his weaknesses and faults, so a German will not despise the old Germany which was once a symbol of greatness to him.
quote by Gustav Stresemann
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Heartbreak
Tears burn my eyes,
Wetting the deserts,
Which have for so long remained dry that,
It feels almost peculiar to feel the wetness,
Though as to why I have no answer.
Hurt sears my heart,
Melting the chambers,
Which have for so long remained stone that,
I almost did not recognize the agony,
Wreaking through me, it was heartbreak.
Inside, cracks appear on stone,
From which poured lava,
Boiling and bubbling,
Forcing me to do things,
I'll regret later.
poem by Anushna Satapathy
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I Love The African Woman
I Love The African Woman
I love the African woman
Her golden eyes
Burnt by smoke yet remained pure
Her black hair
Burdened by loads yet remained long
I love the African woman
Her dark lips
Kissed and chewed by men, Black and White
Yet remained full and thick
Her tender breast
Fondled by hands, smooth and callous
Yet remained firm and tall
At her back great men slept
On her laps heroes were nursed
At the meeting of her thighs all men dream
Her feet, hardened and bruised
Yet she keep moving
With pride
With dignity
I love her African heart
I love her African passion
I love the African woman
poem by Joseph Eli Atisu
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To Thomas Atkins
PRELUDE TO "BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS"
I have made for you a song
And it may be right or wrong,
But only you can tell me if it's true.
I have tried for to explain
Both your pleasure and your pain,
And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!
O there'll surely come a day
When they'll give you all your pay,
And treat you as a Christian ought to do;
So, until that day comes round,
Heaven keep you safe and sound,
And, Thomas, here's my best respects to you!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Exit point
Searching the exit point
I remained there as before
Seeing the house-full every-time
I remained cool seeing the dog
Inside the house and doing mischief
I could not find one and locate where
They have gone and for what purpose
With the coconut I had with me
Seeing them all in this sky I
Remained again aloof with
The alphabet of life that was not mine
Searching the exit point
I called O Mayabi where are you
And you are there inside holding me
As before and here under I remained cool.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Canine Youth
When I was young,
I was followed everywhere I would go,
Blamed for advanced thinking,
Rebellion with snow,
Our jeans,
Were washed in the rain,
As dry as our innocence at 16,
Our hearts remained free and untrained,
Judgment remained askew,
We learned to touch lips,
As softly as Queen Anne’s lace blew,
In the wind,
Of course not as beautiful,
I came home,
Some purple skied nights,
On my own,
Simply to be held by my mom,
Come morning,
I would find,
Sharpie theories about the mind,
Drawn on all over my body,
Even though juvenile now,
I never felt more like a child,
Then when I was held in your arms,
A smile,
A kiss,
Three long lists,
Your canine tooth,
Made the decision,
My youth,
Banished me to consequence,
Summer nights,
Stripped me of my innocence,
The line of justice,
Is now blurred,
You’re feelings for me,
Have all been inferred,
poem by Abby Kimball
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Going To Hear
We are
Going to hear
Only yes or no
No means yes
Yes means no
You know
I know
And also
No meaning of
Knowing
What is what
Why and how.
You appeared
And disappeared
We remained silent
Everything changed
We remained silent
Nothing like
Real
Nothing like
Unreal
We remained silent
We could not get
Any answer
Why and how.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Shatter The Silence
You better run, here comes your mama
Her eyes see red this time
You should be workin' boy, instead of daydreamin'
She says that you're a bad one
got the wrong things on your mind
So you turn up the music loud to block out her screamin'
.....No words of love are ever spoken
....and he's gonna leave this place ...once the door is open
(1st Chorus)
He'll Shatter the Silence with every beat of his heart
The best kept secrets never stay in the dark
Defiance only makes him strong
The child grows up, he ain't silent for long.......not for long
Your daddy tried to buy your silence
His eyes seemed to hold a threat
He'd blame all your bruises on rough games in the schoolyard
The strike of his hand upon you
was all the attention that you could get
Soon you would push your luck just to get all you needed
.......'Til now all the shame remained unspoken
.....But watch how the children rise....once their eyes are opened
(2nd Chorus)
They'll Shatter the Silence, now it's their turn to tell
It's a long way from Heaven when you're livin' in Hell
Defiance...It's time to even the score
The child grows up, he ain't silent no more
The Silence....Now it's time to be heard
It's hard stayin' quiet when you can't breathe a word
Silence...It's a two-edge sword
The child grows, he ain't silent no more.....
He ain't silent no more!....no no..
They'll Shatter the the Silence...
Shatter the Silence....(silent no more)
They'll Shatter the Silence......
song performed by by 38 Special
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Watching You
You never know when someone?
just might be watching you.?
The little things you say, ?
and the little things you do.
Perhaps a pure sweet child,
or someone that you love.
Or someone who respects you,
or God, watching from above.
There never is a single time
you're completely out of sight.
It may not matter how you live,
But then again…it might! ?
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Don't Cry, Child
Don't cry, child
For children starving far away
For homeless people on the streets
Begging for change.
Don't cry, child
For those of us who have no dreams
Who live in dark holes
That we dig ourselves, laboriously - why?
Don't cry, child
For forgotten rainbows
Or melancholy rainstorms
For wispy clouds, always drifting away.
Don't cry, child
For who you are not
Or who you have been
For who you are.
Don't cry, child
For the last animal of it's kind
The mother who cannot feed her children
A planet in need.
Don't cry, child
When you stand on the edge of forever
And wish you could fly
And see the world at your fingertips.
Don't cry, child
For long-gone yesterdays
Or yearned-for tomorrows
Don't cry, child
For what you have done today
Forgive
Start a new day
Make it better than the last.
poem by Nina Dringo
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Your Loss
you dumped me
did you dump your kid too
one day your kid will
want to know about you
your child will ask why
why you dont care
why you dont see him
why arent you there
you child will want to know
everything about you
maybe come looking for you
then what will you do
your child will ask
what has he done
why you dont love him
why did you never come
your child will hurt
as long as he lives
wondering why
and what gives
you must be very
cold inside
hurting a child
why
i can give answers
try make him feel peace
but his
emptyness will never cease
your dumping your child
is mean and cruel
to him, not me
its your loss, you fool
poem by Sandy Nobody
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My Child of the Sun
My child of the sun
i know yur scared
how far will you run
for what are you prepared?
My child of the sun
open your eyes
look infront of you
look up to the skies
My child of the sun
why are your running so far
what do you want?
A piece of the moon or a big bright star?
My child of the sun
your flames burn bright
the day has long begun
and still your out of sight
My child of the sun
here comes the moon
now you have to run
he'll be out soon
My child of the sun
you have left me
all i see now is a frowning night,
but in a few hours again i'll see the light.
poem by Carike Klokow
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Knocked And Ran
He, on a road, was standing
Ignorant of the road-laws.
He was in his tattered clothes;
A poor village child he was.
I was sitting in a car
On the left of the driver.
When the car came near the child,
It was slowed by the driver.
He sounded aloud the horn,
But the child did not it care.
The child, in his tattered clothes,
Remained standing mutely there.
He was aping the gesture
Of the driver of the car.
How joyful in his action,
As if he were in the car!
He was moving round his arms
In driving his unreal car.
The driver, taking the side,
Safely steered his real car.
But a truck from the front side
Down the road speedily ran.
The child, in his tattered clothes,
The truck driver knocked and ran.
poem by Aziz Ahmad
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