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From your parents you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot before the other. But when books are opened you discover that you have wings.

quote by Helen Hayes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Loves's Laughter

Love's Laughter

Love's laughter travels on Zephyr's gentle breeze
Touching all ages to come and taste the treasures
More joyous then all the Christmas gifts under the tree
Beautifully wrapped and waiting to be opened
More glorious then a mother holding her new born child
Years seem to shed when Love's laughter travel by
Time is irrelevant
Oh to only hear the sweet soft titter of ones in love
Lost in their own Love's laughter

7 Mar 2008

poem by JoJo Bean
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You Learn

I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone
I recommend walking around naked in your living room
Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)
It feels so good (swimming in your stomach)
Wait until the dust settles

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

I recommend biting off more then you can chew to anyone
I certainly do
I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time
Feel free
Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind)
Hold it up (to the rays)
You wait and see when the smoke clears

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

Wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do)
Melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually anyway)
The fire trucks are coming up around the bend

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

You grieve you learn
You choke you learn
You laugh you learn
You choose you learn
You pray you learn
You ask you learn
You live you learn

song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Jagged Little Pill
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In Hell

You live by the book of wonders,
The book has hell on it when opened.
The inferno carries pits too grilling,
The grills are offered by devils,
Contagious diseases are handed over
To the body and bones, full of hatred.
A hell of books is opened by the librarian,
You choose a simple verb to read,
Then this verb is read, the verb that signals death.
Your death must never come by reading books,
Long scrolls so wonderful,
Of books the world is made
And the reason for books is reading,
Not living in Hell.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Parents vs children, children vs parents.

So many family is divided,
Parents against children agitated,
On the other side the kids do not approve them,
Criticizing, judging for every happenings and problem.

Many child blames the parents for numberless reason,
They oppose the strong, the weak and ready to abandon,
Many times parents are dictators, keeping the kid in slavery,
Neither of them is an angel, which is an irony.

Would be lovely if children would keep the commandment,
Respecting, understanding & loving the parents every moment,
Then, maybe they would receive that treatment too,
When they become parents & only justice they would do.

Mankind is teaching about peace, love and respect,
In this moment there is neither effect,
Oh parents and children when do you understand at last?
Learn to love and respect each other and forgive that bloody past.

poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Books of a Reader and Drinker

The library of books to do with life are great,
Inside them we discover a whole new story.
Their covers are as hard to swallow as fish,
Meeting a drinker dissolves your hatred of reading.
The drinker is a drunkard of the odd variety,
He reads like an angel when his wings number many,
But then they shed due to drink, and the beer has departed.
For this reading composes the mind,
The books of ancient nature fall from the shelves,
They burn by the dozen and leave us with true knowledge.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Promise

You gave me back my soul again by showin me
The laughter and the wonder in your eyes
Saved me from the shuttered man I used to be
Opened up the windows of my life
And the happiness youve given me for lovin you
Is sweeter love and deeper every day
I cant stop the changes that youre growin through
Or someone new from stealin you away
Chorus:
So darlin when its time you can spread your wings
And Ill set you free - to fly away - and its ok
Cause darlin time changes everything
But it wont change me
I love you - oh... I love you
Inside of me youll always be my valentine
I pray your freedom makes your dreams come through
As long as theres a heartbeat in this soul of mine
Youll know theres someone so in love with you
Chorus:
So darlin when its time you can spread your wings
And Ill set you free - to fly away - and its ok
Cause darlin time changes everything
But it wont change me
I love you - oh... I love you

song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Understand. I Will Give You A Call Later

You can not be serious?

'Oh...
I am.'

But...
You can not be?

'Not only am I serious...
I had been speechless,
As well.'

She said 'what' to your next door neighbors?
Her parents.
These are 'her' parents...
Right?

'Yes!
She stated to them she was pregnant.
And wanted to have a better life,
For her and her child.
A life better than she was given.
So she decided to keep the baby,
And move in with her parents.
WITH her jobless boyfriend.'

Uh...uh...

'I had the same reaction!
When I first heard about this...
My mouth opened and wouldn't close either.'

Um...ah...wha..wha..uh...

'I understand.
I will give you a call later! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home

Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
The children who neglect their parents will be cursed,
The Nature makes such children’s house a hellish dome,
They are lucky children who are blessed by their parents,
It is said that there is a heaven under the legs of mother,
The children love or not to their mother but she loves all,
She embraces good or bad children but she can’t smother,
Mother is habituated to pray to God for all their happiness,
A few children won’t love their parents but love their wives,
In old age parents are in need of only their children’s love,
Who devote God, adore parents will be happy in their lives,
Love of parents always comes to children from the sky above,
God bless those children who are blessed by their parents,
And God curse those children who are cursed by their parents.

poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Eggs Are Falling

Discover the unseen,
Learn the unknown like,
Red wine with a candle light;
A world of darkness is around us.
The line of poetry,
The marks of love;
Respectable to a muse when,
The teacher becomes a student.
Eggs are falling, eggs are falling!
A walk through the Saxon Forest with,
An art by the mile:
Eggs are falling, eggs are falling! !
Discover the unseen and know my mind,
A thought by an inch with a poem by the yard;
The blosson time of love is hear to stay.
Of blue rooms for love,
Of red rooms for roses,
Eggs are falling to where the trees blossom;
Learn the unknow with Red Wine.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love, Laughter, And You

Three things that make my life complete
Are love, laughter, and you, my sweet
The laughter has lasted since day one
Loving you darling, has been so much fun

Whether it's giggles at the kitchen table
Or all out laughter wherever we're able
Each and every laugh, a symbol of our love
You're my everything, all I ever dreamt of

Our love, now that's a bit more serious
Shining through when our laughter is delirious
Starting the day with love's tenderness
Saying goodnight with a sweet caress

Love, laughter, and of course you.
You bring into my life the other two
From the day we met, and for every single day
Love and laughter in our lives will stay

poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Wings

That Love has wings the poets say;
White wings where lights and shadows play,
Swift wings, that sail from shore to shore,
From sea to sea, or lightly soar
To happy Edens far away.

Where'er they gleam the world grows gay,
December smiles, and rosy May
With fluttering transport feels once more
That Love has wings.

But Youth is fond, and hearts are clay,
And faults deceive, and doubts betray,
And some forget the winning lore
That drew the blessing to their door,
And learn too late—ah, well-a-day!—
That Love has wings.

poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Till Tomorrow

What can this be, can you tell me?
would you like to discover
why we're not free to be lovers
I've been wanting to ask you
where has all the love gone
and what have we become
storm clouds full of thunder
move silent as they drum
and when they're gone
we'll be fine, till tomorrow
Oh, I hope it won't rain
you will be mine
and my sorrow
will take wings in the morning
high above the heavens
a rainbow paints the sky
white doves sing their songs of love
I watch them as they fly, and wonder
what can this be, can you tell me
would you like to discover
why we're not free to be lovers

song performed by by Don McLean
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Till I Get It Right

(written by larry henley, red lane)
Ill just keep on falling in love
Till I get it right
Right now Im like a wounded bird
Hungry for the sky
But if I try my wings and try long enough
Im bound to learn to fly
So Ill just keep on falling in love
Till I get it right
My door to love has opened out
More times than in
And Im either fool or wise enough
To open it again
Cause Ill never know whats beyond the mountain
Till I reach the other side
So Ill just keep on falling in love
Till I get it right
If practice makes perfect, then Im near about as perfect
As Ill ever be in my life
So Ill just keep on falling in love
Till I get it right

song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I learn

I learn when I teach others
I learn when I listen
I learn when I read
I learn from children

I learn from animals
I learn from nature
I learn how to breathe
I learn how to live
I learn how to love
I learn how to be a human being

I'm always learning ...

poem by Viorel Vintila
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As Parents To Our Parents

They never teach you this at school;
they'll try to teach you reading, writing, 'rithmetic
in their own instructed ways;

but now, if anyone suggested it, there'd be howls
about the impertinence, the interference,
the rights, the dangers of this and that -

but all the same, they never teach you:
how to get on with your parents.

Oh there are books and books and books
telling your parents how to look after you, but hey!
there are two parties here! Mom and Dad
can ask their own parents (sometimes - because they
were in the same situation as you are now and so,
reckon they can do a better job...) but
who can you, ask?

Philip Larkin told us memorably that
'they f*** you up, your Mum and Dad',
which may not be the case for all of us;
Hindus have their own stern answer to this question:
you chose them, in effect, as the result
of your behaviour in your previous life...so there,
work with that, kiddo, could be
the making of you...stop blaming it all on them!

So there you are, in this heated cauldron of love and hate, or
like sharp stones shaken in this bag called family
until the rough edges wear (each other) away and
those smooth round pebbles roll out to the world...

but perhaps a little help wouldn't hurt?
I was exactly four and a half when I told the truth about something,
since I didn't know any other way; and as my parents' voices
rose in argument about 'knowing what was best for me',
(I remember the moment now, so clear) I turned my back
on this so painful sound, faced the 'wireless' on the chest of drawers,
and decided there and then
that grown-ups made such a fuss when you told the truth
that it would be better not to - at least, until
they grew up a bit... and there, went half a lifetime
of prevarication, dodging the question, fantasy: never tell the truth
until you're sure they really, really want to hear it...

Then when I was eleven or thereabouts
(and again, I remember exactly where I was standing
at the time - the bottom of the stairs)
the solemn thought 'entered my head':
that in some way I knew but couldn't quite explain,
I was in the position, had some duty,
to take care, in some thoughtful way, of the minds of those
my parents...

But they didn't teach that at my school.

love, I knew all about; but
parents? Aren't they strange? They try so hard, too...
and no, I don 't need 'counselling', thanks -
I'd rather keep it in the family. All I'm asking
is, a few lessons, maybe? I'd even do
the homework.

XXX love you both XXX

poem by Michael Shepherd
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We as parents to our parents