I'm not materialistic. I believe in presents from the heart, like a drawing that a child does.
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I'm not materialistic. I believe in presents from the heart, like a drawing that a child does.
quote by Victoria Beckham
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Christmas Gifts
Ten Christmas presents standing in a line;
Robert took the bicycle, then there were nine.
Nine Christmas presents ranged in order straight;
Bob took the steam engine, then there were eight.
Eight Christmas presents--and one came from Devon;
Robbie took the jackknife, then there were seven.
Seven Christmas presents direct from St. Nick's;
Bobby took the candy box, then there were six.
Six Christmas presents, one of them alive;
Rob took the puppy dog, then there were five.
Five Christmas presents yet on the floor;
Bobbin took the soldier cap, then there were four.
Four Christmas presents underneath the tree;
Bobbet took the writing desk, then there were three.
Three Christmas presents still in full view;
Robin took the checker board, then there were two.
Two Christmas presents, promising fun,
Bobbles took the picture book, then there was one.
One Christmas present--and now the list is done;
Bobbinet took the sled, and then there were none.
And the same happy child received every toy,
So many nicknames had one little boy.
poem by Carolyn Wells
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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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Presence or Presents?
The dawn of the day
Wore the birthday—
Colourful festoons_
Beautiful balloons—
Relishable Cakes—
Loving hand-shakes—
Jubilancy with buoyant festivity!
Presents! Oh! Presents!
Varieties of them!
From cute bottles of scents
To many valuable jems-
From useful articles
To futile particles!
'Oh! Why bother with presents?
Happy so - with your presence! '
'Why this? '
'Why that? '
Music over—silence pours;
All disperse.
Examining presents—
'Oh! only this?
I gave that! '
Oh! That!
I gave this! '
Presence or presents?
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Fully Indebted To Creditors
Being labelled lazy,
Because one has not embraced the choice...
Of adapting to a materialistic way of life.
May have its benefits.
Since today those materialistic,
And fully indebted to creditors...
Can not use lazy as an excuse,
To free themselves of a tightening noose...
Being squeezed without a shown empathy,
By every overdue payment owed.
Being labelled lazy,
Because one has not embraced the choice...
Of adapting to a materialistic way of life.
May have its benefits.
The most obvious one...
Is observing those whose mouths are now closed,
As signs of foreclosure appears on once prized property...
They bragged about owning.
While those depicted lazy,
Still maintain their pride and dignity.
They never leased or mortgaged their sensibilities,
To prove their self worth to anyone.
And...
Feelings of embarrassement has ever occurred,
As a leisurely stroll through the nieghborhood...
Is now regarded as healthy and good exercise,
By those shocked and locked out...
Of their materialistic worlds.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Painting
I'm drawing a circle,
Which is concentrically diminishing,
With each gliding of the pencil on the paper,
Until it becomes a spiral.
I'm drawing the line of your oval eyes,
Which is concentrically diminishing,
With each winking of yours,
Until it becomes only the memory of your sight.
I'm drawing the line of your elliptical lips,
This beauty of your lips,
Which is dwindling concentrically
With each whisper
Until it becomes only the memory of your word.
I'm drawing your great feeling,
As a noble heart,
Which is eccentrically enlarging,
Until I can touch you
To become one soul.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Christmas Wishes
Here’s wishing you all a happy time,
On Jesus’ birth, let celebrations swing,
Hear all the bells begin to chime,
And listen with joy to the carolling.
Presents wrapped up and tied with bows,
Everyone is such a chosen gift.
Crackers filled with fun mottoes,
Giving every tired heart a lift.
Santa comes visiting on his sleigh,
Boys and girls, their presents bring.
And as on that Royal child’s birthday,
We send praises to the new born king.
Wishes too, for a good New Year.
Peace, love and happiness abound.
And for you and all those that you hold dear,
May God’s blessings always shine around.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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It is only by drawing often, drawing everything, drawing incessantly, that one fine day you discover to your surprise that you have rendered something in its true character.
quote by Camille Pissarro
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Give your child a Heart.
Give your child a heart, Oh, Mother
Give your child a heart.
Heart that makes them kind
Oh, Mother, heart that rules the mind.
Give your child a heart, Oh, Mother
Give your child a heart.
Heart that makes them wise
Oh, Mother, heart that fights the vice.
Give your child a heart, Oh, Mother
Give your child a heart.
Heart that tells them to care
Oh, Mother, heart that tells them to share.
Give your child a heart, Oh, Mother
Give your child a heart.
Heart that nourishes the hurt
Oh, Mother, heart that consoles the heart.
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posted on 14-06-2008
Copyright ©®2008, Palas Kumar Ray. All rights reserved.
poem by Palas kumar Ray
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Pictures In The Sand
And Im gonna spend my time,
Drawing pictures in the sand for you.
And Im gonna ride the tide[? ],
And Im gonna make a rendezvous.
Sitting by the sea,
Sipping at my tea,
Drawing pictures in the sand,
And writing message to you.
Pictures in the sand (drawing pictures in the sand)
There is nothing I would rather do (there is nothing I would rather do)
Than just sit here in the sand (drawing pictures in the sand)
And think of thinks Id like to say to you (I love you true)
Every single day (every single day)
I waste my time away,
Drawing pictures in the sand,
And writing messages to you.
(all together)
Pictures in the sand. (drawing pictures in the sand)
Pictures in the sand.
If I didnt have a dime,
Would you still be loving me?
While I spend my whole life through,
Drawing pictures just for you.
But I could never draw my love,
Its so very hard to do.
Every single day,
I waste my time away,
Drawing pictures in the sand,
And writing messages to you.
Pictures in the sand. (drawing pictures in the sand)
Pictures in the sand. (do-bum, do-bum...)
Pictures in the sand. (drawing pictures in the sand)
song performed by by Kinks
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A Boy And His Drawing
A boy once came across a penny.
Puzzled, he went to his sister Jenny.
He asked her What could he do?
She said we''ll buy something for you.
He went to the shop, to be fascinated by everything.
And at last decided that a Crayon Box he had to bring.
Thinking hard as to which colour to use.
He drew nature outside his window, that would amuse.
He drew his beautiful, first drawing.
To show his teacher, he went enjoying.
Teacher said smiling 'Great job Child! !
You drew the trees, the river, and the wind blowing mild.
The teacher added that without the drawing he should go.
Cause to many in school tomorrow, his drawing she'd show.
He went to bed smiling, and proud of what he had drawn.
His dream had come true, so he didn't dream till dawn.
Next day he went to School, to see his drawing there.
Many big people were there strangely, he wondered from where?
Many children had drawn pictures, at their best.
But he knew his drawing was better than rest.
He searched from the window, but his drawing was nowhere.
He didn't step forward, as he was scared of the crowd there.
He couldn't utter a word cause he didn't knew the word 'Betrayed'.
It wasn't from anyone else, but his teacher instead.
He couldn't do anything, but shed tears.
They were accompanied by rain of the year's.
The tears were more than the heavy rain.
They kept coming until the rain made him draw again.
poem by Vighnesh Birodkar
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Are You A Child Of God?
Many murder, steal from
our brothers, lie, cheat and shun the
needs of our fellow man.
How then in consideration of these deeds
and those acts of hypocrisy, greed, lust
and clawing ones way through life for that
which is materialistic; -those who
are guilty of these things-how can you
be called 'A Child Of God? '
Are Murders and Perverts Children Of God?
Many murder, steal from
our brothers, lie, cheat and shun the
needs of our fellow man.
How then in consideration of these deeds
and those acts of hypocrisy, greed, lust
and clawing ones way through life for that
which is materialistic; -those who
are guilty of these things-how can you
be called 'A Child Of God? '
Child's words
Child's words, in the woods
Through the leaves, to my towns
Hey, hey, where are you?
Child's happiness fill the air
Covering the nervous heart but it still on shine
Child's words, in the seas
Swiming the fishes, around the earth
Hey, hey, who are you?
Child's innocence into the winds
Blowing the seamen and ringing the bell
Child's words, in my heart
Keep it beating, running the blood
Hey, hey, what did you do?
Child's something keep me young
Child's something I never found
poem by Old Amsterdam
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Every Child!
the faces of...
every child who'll
go to bed hungry tonite...
every child afraid to sleep
for fear of the soldiers,
the bullets, the bombs....
every child abused
by his parents...
every child humiliated
for being different.
every child who's never
known his own father...
every child with no hope
for an education...
every child sleeping
in homeless cars.
every child alone,
lonely, without love.
every child of every broken home,
every child, every color, every country...
staring at me this sleepless night,
tearing at my heart...
all my children!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Some prefer fire
Her smile feels comfortable
Like a child's pastel drawing.
Another day he writes;
When I peeped into her heart
Oh! Really it's burning like a volcano.
But it's a wintry night and I cannot leave the premises.
So I decided to stay longer voluntarily.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A real reconciliation of East and West is impossible and inconceivable on the basis of a materialistic Communism, or of a
materialistic Capitalism, or indeed of a materialistic Socialism. The third way will neither be "anti-Communist" nor "anti-Capitalist". It will recognize the truth in liberal democracy, and it will equally recognize the truth in Communism. A critique of Communism and Marxism does not entail an enmity towards Soviet Russia, just as a critique of liberal democracy is not entail enmity towards the west. … But the final and most important justification of a "third way" is that there must be a place from which we may boldly testify to, and proclaim, truth, love and justice. No one today likes truth: utility and self interest have long ago been substituted for truth.
quote by Nikolai Berdyaev
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Happy Birthday Jesus
(Ill open this one for you)
(arranged by reba mcentire)
Now kids hang on just a second before we start
You know theres a reason we are all here in front of grandma and
Grandpas
Christmas tree
And if trevor and e.p. would quit fighting long enough and be real
Quiet
This little song might help ya understand
Long ago in a stable there was a baby being born
His parents were joseph and mary
And josephs big ole heart was torn
Cause he couldnt find a decent place for mary to have her child
But mary said it just seemed just right and she blessed it with her
Smile
Chorus:
Cause what made it special was the baby in her arms
God sent him down to give the world a second chance for you and i
Thats why we have christmas at this time each year
Its the babys birthday party that brings us so much cheer
Now kids the presents that all of you exchange on christmas
Represents the gifts that baby jesus received the night he was born
He got all his presents from three wise men
Who followed a star
And walked a long long way to the stable
So everytime you tear open one of your presents
Think about that baby and say
Happy birthday jesus
Ill open this one for you
Repeat chorus
Ok all together now
Happy birthday jesus
Ill open this one just for you
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Happy Birthday Jesus (I'll Open This One For You)
(I'll Open This One For You)
(Arranged by Reba McEntire)
Now kids hang on just a second before we start
You know there's a reason we are all here in front of Grandma and
Grandpa's
Christmas tree
And if Trevor and E.P. would quit fighting long enough and be real
quiet
This little song might help ya understand
Long ago in a stable there was a baby being born
His parents were Joseph and Mary
And Joseph's big ole heart was torn
Cause he couldn't find a decent place for Mary to have her child
But Mary said it just seemed just right and she blessed it with her
smile
Chorus:
Cause what made it special was the baby in her arms
God sent Him down to give the world a second chance for you and I
That's why we have Christmas at this time each year
It's the baby's birthday party that brings us so much cheer
Now kids the presents that all of you exchange on Christmas
Represents the gifts that baby Jesus received the night he was born
He got all his presents from three wise men
Who followed a star
And walked a long long way to the stable
So everytime you tear open one of your presents
Think about that baby and say
Happy birthday Jesus
I'll open this one for you
Repeat Chorus
OK all together now
Happy Birthday Jesus
I'll open this one just for you
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Sadness into one Heart
Sadness into one Heart
as child we look up to our
elders we teach from them
watch the steam a rose bloom
that is how a child bring up
to watch the sadness of child
bring tears to the parents
we shine for a while now these
days we watch our babies grow
up but some children are still
a child them as they still babies
themselves child heart beats
little heart wonder how there
future holds when you walk outside
all I saw is buggies everywhere
to see the sadness of a child
is not ready to be having a baby
on themselve prayers go out
to them and strenth they would have
sadness by a child and a parent
poem by Annamaria Bicego
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