I think you should be a child for as long as you can. I have been successful for 74 years being able to do that. Don't rush into adulthood, it isn't all that much fun.
quote by Bob Newhart
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Innocence of a child
In the dark of night
you would come
in the silence
of the hour
you would serve
Satan your master
taking the innocence
of a child
destroying a child's life
denying the child
a normal adulthood!
Have you ever thought
of your actions?
what you were doing
by the lust
that controlled you?
Who gave you
the right to take
the child's innocence?
yes, you, who gave you
the right?
After many years
of emotional suffering
a child entered
into adulthood
God embraced
the adult in love
Forgiveness in Christ
becomes the words
in the heart
freedom in Christ
the prize received
The abuser of the child
are then forgiven
Abuser of the child
did you find
God's forgiveness
before you died
many years later
I hope dearly so!
poem by Allen Brodell
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Past is dust.
My childhood was not aware that
My adulthood would later mock at it.
My adulthood was not aware that
My old stage would mock at adulthood.
My senescence will be mocked at
By my soul. Every past is dust.
07.06.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I know a child
I know a child,
11 years old, and slices her wrists,
I know a child,
whose name is Elizabeth.
I know a child,
12 years old, and has a pervert daddy,
I know a child,
whose name is Maddie.
I know a child,
13 years old, and wants to die,
I know a child,
whose name is Ty.
I know a child,
14 years old, and came face-to-face with death,
I know a child,
whose name is Seth.
I know a child,
15 years old, and pregnant with a baby,
I am the child,
whose name is Sami.
poem by Sami Woodall
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Stolen
My adolescence was stolen by poverty
My teeage years by insecurity
My adulthood by wrong decisions
My heart by you long ago
poem by David Kush
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The wheels on the bus
‘The wheels on the bus
Go round and round
Round and round
Round and round
The wheels on the bus
Go round and round
Round and round
Round and round
All night long’
The driver on the bus goes
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
The driver on the bus goes
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
All night long
The children on the bus go
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
The children on the bus go
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
All night long
The fathers on the bus go
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
The fathers on the bus go
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
All night long
The mothers on the bus go
Hush hush shus
Hush hus hush
Hush hush
The mothers on the bus go
Hush hush hush
All night long
The clouds in the sky go
Sky sky sky
Sky sky sky
Sky sky sky
The ashes from the ground go
Die die die
Die die die
Die die die
All night long
Shakiras on the bus go
Waka waka hey
Waka waka hey
Waka waka hey
The boughs in the tree go
Waka waka sway
Waka waka sway
Waka waka sway
All night long
PS:
The wheels on the bus – children’s song (anonymous?)
Waka waka World’s current top hit on VH1 music channel
August 17,2010
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Adulthood isn't an award they'll give you for being a good child. You can waste... years, trying to get someone to give that respect to you, as though it were a sort of promotion or raise in pay. If only you do enough, if only you are good enough. No. You have to just... take it. Give it to yourself, I suppose. Say, I'm sorry you feel like that and walk away. But that's hard.
quote by Lois McMaster Bujold
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Transition To Adulthood
teenage years are tough
too many conflicting emotions
too many conflicting expectations
bodily initiated transitions
child morphs cycles teenage adult
powers physical mental cognitive abilities
estrogen testosterone enter play field
bat reason rationality straight out for a six
mother nature whips hormones through a mix
estrogens primary female sex hormones
initiates hard wires female passions desires
testosterone jump starts male reproductive tissues
promotes secondary sexual characteristics
increased bone mass muscle growth of body hair
estrogens testosterone essential for health well-being
contradictions in behavourial requirements
grow up act your age your not a child now
no you can't do that go there your not a child
mixed messages merge with hormone havoc
increased study pressures examination stress
peer pressures required look expectations stress?
Would you mind adulthood more than transitional phases?
At this point in life where you're not really a grown up?
Neither are you a child exempt from adult responsibilities?
not experienced enough to work
not experienced enough to be your own self
but too old to depend on sheltering others?
Where do you go from here?
Careful young soul at threshold of adulthood?
Walk through that door into kaleidoscopic possibilities?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I never met anyone who didn't have a very smart child. What happens to these children, you wonder, when they reach adulthood?
quote by Fran Lebowitz
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Adopted Children
Adopted children of the world! !
Through many years and the act of negligence;
Bit, how can i locate my child today?
Now that i am rich;
For, i did not care for him or her and,
He or she was taken away from me! ! ! ! ! ! !
All in the name of poverty;
But now, i am very rich!
And, i want to take care of my own child.
Once again,
Oh yes! ! ! !
For, i am very sorry for not taking care of my own child;
And this has been the matter at hand since all these years!
However, the rich takes advantage of the poor! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
But now, i want to see my own child and take care of him or her.
I don't care how long it has taken! !
For, he or she is my own child;
And, i gave birth to him or her,
But, the society took them away!
However, i am now fighting back today to get them beside me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Successful
Some folks say success is all about money.
Well if that's the case
I'm a failure honey.
I've got a few dollars
saved up for bad times
but none of them came
from committin' any crimes.
Now Mr Jones is successful.
He drives a big car.
He has a fancy house and boat
and every 4 years he wants my vote.
But I guess he's successful
'cause he's got lots of money.
I read in the papers
Mr. Jones is dyin'
but surely they can fix him
with all that money.
'Cause he's successful,
Isn't he honey?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Searching For The Best Of Me
How wondrous it was to see thru child eyes
The vastness and beauty of God’s Creation
Adulthood has only brought fear n’ anxiety
Ever since, I’m searching for the best of me
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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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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The Naked and The Dead
Naked I walk through the town but no one sees me
no more than they see a shadow on a sun drenched
wall… and I awoke my son´s name, he who was
not born twenty years ago. My son I have given you
a grand education, all my money has gone to make
you middle class and respected in this town…speak
now and stop your silence I need your support and
do not be ashamed of your father who swam from
the sea penniless but begat you my wonderful child
unborn, cause your mother wanted to be attractive
forever. You are what I never became a person of class.
Do not leave me know, do not be ashamed of your
sailor father who had nothing to give but his love for
an unborn child. Night is so long I wait by the phone,
just one call to tell me you have been successful and
that you love me.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Your Children Are Always Your Children
In your eye’s the child
never ends,
nor should it
Oh the limbs grow,
the body matures to adulthood
But in your eye’s and heart
the child remains
The laughter though a deeper tone
Still holds that
joyous golden ring
of Christmas presents
or a birthday game
The hair now full and Silky
Still holds the urge
to touch and stroke
The smile though older
still makes the heart leap
The body may be
tall and lithe and grown
But in your eyes the outline
of the child is still seen
Though they are grown and flown
Never does a day pass
without the same worry
how are they, where are they
though they may be grown
In your eyes the child never ends nor should it
poem by Bill Mitton
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Survivor of My Griefs
I admit...
There is much in my own hometown,
I am not aware of that exists.
Most of my time spent,
Has been done healing from grief.
And growing into adulthood.
And the other part of my life,
Has been lived far away from sorrows.
And today I can say,
I have been blessed to have lived that way...
Far away from sorrows.
And growing into an adulthood,
I can now live knowing...
I am a survivor of my griefs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stupid and foolish things
I accounted for most of the stupid and foolish things
Why have to wait for so many years to do something?
I have seen animals gaining adulthood and sense soon
Why everybody should show me stars and only moon?
I wondered when the would comment” he is child “
They may not be harsh on me and go very mind
I will be excused for any silly mistakes
Nothing may invite any controversy to rake
Even some glass brakeage also will be taken lightly
People will laugh and point it out rightly
Everything is to be forgotten for only one reason
He is child and may take some more time to become sensible person
Such is sorry state of affair since childhood
I do not know when I gained adulthood?
I was observed very closely by neighborhood
They came to my rescue as they had fully understood
The childhood has passed of easily and I am entering young age
There is free air outside and I have been permitted with more coverage
I can venture out with little or no restrictions
There are virtually now no or very few instructions
I am no different from that of child age
I still look forward to them with blank page
I need everything to be written down
As I have still no experience or responsibility to own
This may be the case with thousands or more
They may be lagging behind for not trying to explore
Every thrust may be observed or monitored
Set of instructions ready and even small things tutored
I have grown amidst the sense of being fool
They are not sure of my gaining it in full
I am still in their eyes unripe and inexperienced
They will take enough care to see that I am not unduly influenced
So I have grown immature with lots of uncertainty
They were right in their assertion to make me of fine quality
I was at receiving end so far as they were concerned
Still I had feeling that at every point I was cornered
I made one resolution in mind
I must make some earnest efforts to find
Better presentation of my self and fulfillment of their desire
So they won’t be left with any frustration or ire
I may be of my own without being labeled
I have no courage to be called as rebelled
I shall take the decision of my own
Move as per conscious and show as fully grown
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A faint-hearted dinky doll
When she reached the adulthood and she forgets her childhood friend who accompanied her in the nursery road.
She becomes a mother and numberless new toys scatter around her child.
Saga of a sad toy continues and this old doll wants to join with the new dolls but she is very scared.
Her child plays with toy guns, helicopters, warships, armory and etc.
The rustic old doll repents of the new civilization and she cries in an isolated trash box.
*Is the human cruelty immeasurable?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Welcome Me, Adulthood
Welcome me, Adulthood, I have ventured
through childhood with all the wonders and dangers in it.
I have placed my childhood fantasies aside,
and picked up hopes of becoming who I want to be.
Embrace me knowledge,
I am ready to know more and add to what I know already.
I have conquered my fear of the night,
now I only fear of becoming nothing.
I have stopped pretending to be what I thought I was going to be,
and realized that I am only what I make of myself.
I have come down from the land of make-believe,
and I have found the strength to believe in me.
So when I come upon you, open your arms,
and welcome me, Adulthood,
for I am headed your way.
poem by Aashka Thakkar
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Arson
Arson,
The boys will face 5 to 99 years in prison!
But to complete the task for your love is the key about life.
Productive,
Adulthood,
Encountered with many troubles! !
But the boys will face 5 to 99 years in prison.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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How to measure?
Is weeping, a hobby that people like to do as a pastime?
No, it is a revelation of pressure and hurtful reminiscences,
That plowed their heart and mind to prepare the growing ground,
Those who succeed seldom shed tears, as they reaped,
The good bounty, out of the softened soil that produced,
Those who yet to succeed and have failed, always weep,
For the hurt is not only healed, but also become septic,
By constant poking that stops the wound from drying.
The success is cultural in nature and it is in our mind set,
Are all the people who have more than enough money successful?
Are those who have obtained the highest qualification, successful?
Are they, who have the power over people's life very successful?
Yes, they are really successful, if they have helped and are useful,
So, stop weeping. Think of those good actions that you have done,
Everyone of us is successful as long as we have touched another heart.
Success is not a yardstick to measure the happiness,
that is shared among various hearts that beat in synchronize.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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