A mother becomes a true grandmother the day she stops noticing the terrible things her children do because she is so enchanted with the wonderful things her grandchildren do.
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A Peom For K. (The Banker With All The Conflicting Interests)
i shall now write
a poem for my happiest day,
it is all about an old, scheming and fraudulent
woman
stacking all her money and the money of the other
people
inside her room
inside her house and inside
her bigger storehouses
she says
these are all for her children
and grandchildren and the children
of all her grandchildren and
all the coming children of more
grandchildren & great great grandchildren
what is mad about this is
that she is taking the money due
to other people who are hungry and innocent
and gullible
but she is a very
wise woman and she gets what she wants
she gets what she all wants
practically everything that her hands can
hold her eyes can see
perhaps
forgetting that soon she will be
made to pay for the price of her greed
and avarice and dirty schemes and
foul techniques and it will be for all
her children and grandchildren and the children
of all her grandchildren and
all the coming children of more
grandchildren all the coming children of more
great grandchildren &
great great grandchildren
...and then justice shall reign
but when it comes
i shall not see this event anymore
but i will be happy
>>>ii
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Shall Dote Myself
I SHALL DOTE MYSELF
I was inspired to write "I Shall Dote Myself" Mother's Day, after noticing I had not received one card from my four (4) children! I thought, perhaps they cannot -after so many Mother's Days-find the words to express their sentiments. Her, my children, I shall dote myself:
I am a widow, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, a sister, a partner and friend-
just an ordinary woman who can do extraordinary things.
I know how to lead, and
I can follow
I am naive:
shun sophistication in styles and techniques
I am ingenious:
clever, original, and effective.
I am sensitive, but
can be thick-skinned
I am a pragmatic, yet
I have fancies:
Impulsiveness, desirous-sometimes unfounded.
I'd rather truthful pains than comforting lies
I try not to judge, for
I too may be judged
I like goodness,
I dislike wickedness…
I see me in both.
I witness justice and experience its prejudice
I practice tolerance, and
I disavow unpermissiveness
I see love as a present and
give it wholeheartedly
I, myself, believe:
love, loyalty, and honor to be precursors…
to gently tapping the souls of humanity
to bring out the best
of humankind…what I believe
can be a cure for the worst conditions.
-Almedia S. Knight -ASK (May 2007)
(Later, that day, I received calls from my children, and their cards were received the following day!)
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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Though I was a mother at 21, being a grandmother makes the whole thing absolutely normal and gorgeous. The relief, the joy of being a grandmother is wonderful.
quote by Joanna Lumley
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Those Wonderful Things
some days you run, run, run
you never stop and when you stop
you're too tired to think about anything.
but some day, when you finally stop,
you're able to think and wonder about your
breathless running
and if i could have a christmas wish come true...
i would wish for nothing but (for) wonderful things
and in your life, which is so precious to me,
may troubles, worries never linger;
may they only make you stronger...
and may you rise each day with sunlight
in your heart
and success on your path
and answers to your prayers
and that smile
that i love to see
always there...
in your eyes...
and if i could have a christmas wish come true...
i would wish for nothing but (for) wonderful things
and in your life, which is so precious to me,
may troubles, worries never linger;
may they only make you stronger...
...and able and wise
...and able and wise
...and able and wise
and if i could have a christmas wish come true...
i would wish for nothing but (for) wonderful things
and in your life, which is so precious to me,
may troubles, worries never linger;
may they only make you stronger...
...those wonderful things
...stronger
...those wonderful things
...stronger
...those wonderful things
...stronger
...those wonderful things
song performed by by Alphaville
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What'll We Do For Christmas?
What'll we do for Christmas? A child said to her Mother,
Shall we have a christmas party, cake and ice cream too;
With lots of balloons and streamers, and a star as well,
But; the mother said, give to an orphan, a Christmas bell,
Then tell them to come for tea, tell them the Christmas story;
This is what God wants us to do, to share with our family
What'll we do for Christmas, said a boy to His father,
Can we have a holiday, and take our things I'd rather;
Buy some good things to eat, and help my grandmother,
But the father said lets invite, a poor man or lady to tea,
Shower them with kindness, as we have plenty;
This is what God wants us to do, show love from you and me.
What'll we do for Christmas said children to their teacher,
Shall we have a Christmas concert, and ask the preacher;
And invite our family, and all our friends as well too,
The teacher said 'twas a great idea, the Christmas story true;
About Mary and Joseph, and Jesus born in a stable,
But remember the story is so true, it isn't just a fable.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Where I grew up in Dallas, things might be a little more traditional. People have the same things in mind. They're supposed to grow up, go to college, get a job, get married, and have children, grandchildren. That's the world I grew up in.
We need to work our level best in this legislative session to help grow Montana's economy, so that grandchildren can stay in Montana, grandchildren can visit their grandmother and grandfather by driving across town, not flying across the country.
quote by Brian Schweitzer
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Wonderful World
(d. fletcher / m. flett)
This is a wonderful day
Its as bright as a days ever been
There is a big yellow sun looking down
On a wonderful scene
Up in the blue sky birds fly
And sing our cares away
And out of each throat each note
Greets a wonderful day
There is the sound of a symphony
Carried along on the breeze
Even the flowers are swaying in time
With the leaves on the trees
Heaven is found right here on the earth
It surrounds us in the wonderful things all around
In this wonderful wonderful
Wonderful wonderful world
This is a wonderful day
Its as bright as a days ever been
There is a big yellow sun looking down
On a wonderful scene
Heaven is found right here on the earth
It surrounds us in the wonderful things all around
In this wonderful wonderful
Wonderful wonderful world
Wonderful world, this wonderful world
Wonderful world, this wonderful world
Wonderful world, this wonderful world
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Improbable wishes
No remembrance of my great
grandfather,
Who bequeathed us a mansion.
No gratitude to my grandfather,
Who fed us with sweets and coins.
No goodwill to my grandmother,
Who left us with cash and vessels.
No gratefulness to my mother,
Whose jewels and things we shared.
No love and passion for my father
Who lives somewhere.
I would join their caravan
But with memories of
Being remembered by
My children and their children
For what I will have left.
31.05.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Pile Of Memories
I just found
A pile of memories
From when my mother
And Father
Passed away
Cards of condolences
All piled up with love
Each card a statement
Of what great
Parents they were
Her beauty
Her courage
Her unconditional love
She lead communities with
Determination and love
She made things possible
For children in need
And she gave her all
To her children tenfold
And guided us with love
What a wonderful soul
I cant let this pass
without mentioning my dad
without one or the other
This poems uncomplete
My dad was the same
And impossible rouge
Handsome and smart
Such a loving soul
But like all men
He had secrets
From the past
Those made him drink
His troubles away
Despite all that
We loved him still
So did my mother
What a wonderful soul
poem by Kaila George
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Sonnet: You Know What’s Best and When
A Doctor second, lady you are first!
You ought to choose priorities in Life;
‘Can wait! ’ your knowledge and fiscal thirst;
Her husband, children are wealth to a wife.
So, women must become a mother soon!
And sacrifice a lot of things in life;
The mother’s place at home is sure a boon;
The working mother helps to lessen strife.
Your family is more important, oh doc!
The job is second to a woman then;
What use are key and latch without a lock?
Which home can happy be without children?
So, plan whatever things you must first do!
The joy of children will not wait for you.
8-5-2002
poem by John Celes
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Wonderful mother like you
I'd like to know how you found that energy, Mom
to do all these things you did,
To be teacher teacher teaching us life's rules
and being the best dressmaker ever.
Mom, for me you're really capable to do
anything you want.
Mom, how did you do it all at one time?
being an advicer and a very good cooker
and being fidel friend for your children.
I just can't understand that yet.
I see now it was so wonderful care, Mom
that made you come together whenever
your children would call you to hear their troubles,
your super caring made us crazy
of loving you, Mom.
..So, how can we stop loving and caring of a
......^.^ WONDERFUL MOTHER LIKE YOU ^.^....
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poem by Oussama samouna
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Children's Eyes
Through childrens eyes I see joy
Sunshine, flowers, rainbows, smiles
Wonderful things that bright up your day
Through teenage eyes I see sorrow
Suicide, tears, shattered dreams
Sad things that make you cry
Through adult eyes I see hate
Death, destruction, war, violence
Terrible things that tear up your heart
Through my eyes, I see what they see
Joy, sorrow, hate
Things that make up life
poem by Aimee Rozen
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She Gave Birth in a Fox-Hole
Victoria Elizabeth Borg
Born June 22,1920 in Agana, Guam
Died Pearl Harbor Day 2009
Victoria sang many lullabies
to her
5 children
5 step-children
26 grandchildren
36 great grandchildren
2 great-great grandchildren
and a host of heavenly nieces and nephews.
She was married to Tomas T. Calvaron and his 5 children
on the island of Guam in 1943.
After giving birth to her daughter Rosalita
in a fox-hole during World War II
she made it through
to have 4 more children.
In 1950
she was widowed and remarried to her
brother-in-law.
She passed on to be with the Lord
surrounded by her children and granchildren.
We
her many friends and family members
will keep her memory in our minds
and her love in our hearts
until we meet again.
poem by Bob Genevro
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Something Wonderful
(Richard RodgersOscar Hammerstein II)
He may not always say
What you would have him say
But now and then he'll say something wonderful
The thoughtless things he'll do
Will hurt and worry you
Then all at once he'll do something wonderful
He has a thousand dreams that won't come true
You know that he believes in them
And that's enough for you
You'll always go along with
Defend him when he's wrong
And tell him when he's strong
He is wonderful
He'll always need your love
And so you'll get you're love
A man who needs your love
Can be wonderful
song performed by by Carly Simon
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When leading evangelicals say terrible things about Islam, evil things about Islam, terrible things about Muhammad, they ought to be ashamed of themselves.
quote by Tony Campolo
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In The Edgware Road
(TO LORD——)
WILL you not buy? She asks you, my lord, you
Who know the points desirable in such.
She does not say that she is perfect. True,
She's not too pleasant to the sight or touch.
But then — neither are you!
Her cheeks are rather fallen in; a mist
Glazes her eyes, for all their hungry glare.
Her lips do not breathe balmy when they're kissed.
And yet she's not more loathsome than, I swear,
Your grandmother at whist.
My lord, she will admit, and need not frame
Excuses for herself, that she's not chaste.
First a young lover had her; then she came
From one man's to another's arms, with haste.
Your mother did the same.
Moreover, since she's married, once or twice
She's sold herself for certain things at night.
To sell one's body for the highest price
Of social ease and power, all girls think right.
Your sister did it thrice.
What, you'll not buy? You'll curse at her instead? —
Her children are alone, at home, quite near.
These winter streets, so gay at nights, 'tis said,
Have 'ticed the wanton out. She could not hear
Her children cry for bread!
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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They stuck by the children.
His mother and his father's mother
Had not been in talking term for life.
Yet they had no enmity between them.
His mother let her love them, six children,
Which should have softened his grandmother.
Her care for them must have pleased his mother.
They never sat near nor scolded each other.
Yet they could not be in enmity
For both wanted the welfare of the children.
It was she who nursed her in her death bed.
Her own sisters, nephews and nieces fled
As the birds did when the tree turned fruitless.
She felt her guilt and confessed it to her
Who, as blessed, had had a good death later.
13.11.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If you have done terrible things, you must endure terrible things; for thus the sacred light of injustice shines bright.
Those three chords were part of my life - G, F, Bb - yeh, it is, it is, and I can't help noticing it. But there have been other things nearly as close to it which people haven't noticed, other things we have done.
quote by Ray Davies
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