I shall never forget the despair and agony on the parents' faces on the awful day of the funeral when the 13 little children, victims not only of John D. Rockefeller, but of the government of the state of Colorado were buried.
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Children's role after you:
Birthday: parents to children;
Death anniversary: children to parents;
Marriage: parents for children;
Funeral: children for parents;
Others for these have no right;
Others for these are unfit.
Parents must have these in mind
When they write the will.
15.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The steel workers have now buried their dead, while the widows weep and watch their orphaned children become objects of public charity. The murder of these unarmed men has never been publicly rebuked by any authoritative officer of the state or federal government.
quote by John L. Lewis
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Pages Of History
Martin Luther King had a dream,
No more racism was his theme.
Gandhi, 'Father of the Nation',
His dream was poverty eradication.
Buddhist monks took a chance,
Against oppression made a stance.
Tanks filled Tiananmen Square,
Students with placards in despair.
Holocaust victims screamed with pain,
Auschwitz ruins still remain.
Hiroshima victims of A-bomb blast,
Children ran naked, faces aghast.
John F. Kennedy in his limo was shot,
Lee Harvey Oswald blamed for the plot.
John Lennon wrote'Give peace a chance',
His peace shattered by a gunman's stance.
Sri Lanka survived the Tsunami flood,
Homes and villages engulfed in mud.
Dafur and Ethiopia ravaged by drought,
Malnutrition and disease remove any doubt.
Poverty and pain over many long years,
But daily we live with the same old fears.
Have we learned nothing from victims tears,
As Armageddon beckons, we ignore wise sears.
poem by John McKay Withey
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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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unicef**united Nations Interest For Children Of Every Faith
look around, and what do you see
children of all races and creeds
white, yellow, black, olive complexioned too.
don't you realize that they all need you?
look at pictures and read the news
children all over the world
starving and without parents and love.
must they pay for the elders mistakes
must they be the victims of our ignorance.
let us give them what we had as kids.
love, food, affection is all they ask.
look at their faces and think
of your own children and if they would
survive, if they were in their places.
no matter what our beliefs.
we are children of GOD
so let us all do our part.
let us help and love one another
let us all become sister and brother.
don't let our little sisters and brothers starve
open up your minds and your hearts.
give a part of yourself that you
have yet to give
and let these poor children live.
poem by Louis Rams
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Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher
Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher
Parents are the builder of children’s characters and minds,
The mother won’t be a fighter but should be a well preacher,
If she is an illiterate she must carry her children to tuition,
Howsoever the mother should educate their children first,
And she should send her children to school daily and regularly,
Teachers are not blamed not to fulfil children’s educational thirst,
Both the parents and teachers should make them the best citizens,
As we can’t work with one hand likewise we can’t walk with one leg,
Hence, parents and teachers are the same faces of the same coin,
If parents and teachers do them careless they suffer in life to beg,
Do well and have well it is said to see your own profit in life or ruin,
That is why parents and teachers are the best artists of the child,
If an art is spoilt the statue of the child looks like an ugly and a wild.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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If Children Ruled The World
If Children Ruled The World,
Parents, Adults and Teachers will go to bed at 8: 00
and wake up at 7: 00 to dress up for school.
At school children will treat them like nothing,
and Parents, Adults and Teachers will have nothing to do or say.
In the morning at school, they would have to line up like chrildrens used to do like every single mornings.
If Children Ruled The World,
Lollies will be for everyone even adults and parents.
Parents and Adults will have such awful rotten teeth just like all children used to have in their teeths.
Every mornings right after adults brushes their teeths or hairs, the children would have to check if their hairs and teeths are alright.
In School Trips children goes for free but the adults has to always pay.
If Children Ruled The World,
the world wou; d be treated badly.
The children would be rich and adults would be poor and always ask for children for some money.
There will be no clean water,
No food for the adults to eat except lollies.
If Children Ruled The World,
WE'LL ALL BE IN A JAM!
poem by Crystal Pongi
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Who Must Take Care of Old-aged Parents?
Which child will care for parents when old-aged?
Which child will show compassion and respect?
Which child will find the time to talk kind words?
Which child reciprocates their affection?
Gone are the days of joint family system!
Gone is the sense of values in people!
Gone are the times when blood was quite thicker!
Gone with the wind is honouring parents!
Have parents not showered love on children?
Have they not slogged to give them life's comforts?
Have they not nursed them whenev'r they fell ill?
Have they not done their duties to their kids?
The world today is selfish to the core;
Children just want the wealth of parents old;
None volunteer to tend to old parents;
Children show scarce love to their parents dear!
What has then come upon children today?
Who should take care of parents, elderly?
Should not one's children take care of parents?
Much love seems lost in families these days!
poem by John Celes
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The Plight of Children Today
What looks like play for child with just toy gun,
Is not something done entirely for fun;
For, nowadays, one finds children misused,
For various reasons, and also abused.
Some buds can’t blossom into flowers good,
And beautify the plants on which they lie;
Nor landscapes, gardens or a far-off wood-
For, they are nipped early, destined to die!
Oh, what a sorry state of children now!
The world denies them freedom, basic rights;
Neglected by parents, they pine for love;
Children are prey to society’s vice-bites!
Orphaned, famished, ravished, bare-bodied, some,
Just spend their lives in pavement beggary;
Although quite beautiful and quite handsome,
They lead a miserable life that’s scary.
Why blame these kids for stealing eatables?
What will they do when hunger pangs seize them?
What can they do if offered drugs for free?
What can they do when misled by adults?
When acts of violence, TV screens display,
When scenes of taking revenge catch their eyes,
When war of words are witnessed by young minds,
Will not more children fall in vice-filled dens?
Most children love to eat and sleep and play;
They’re unable to do these things today;
Weighed down by satchel-full of books to school,
Some play truant and make their parents, ‘fool’!
And children are the victims when comes war;
Misused as jockeys for camel-race;
For less pay, working with adults at par;
You see just children with fear on their face.
Gun-toting children in military dress,
They have no parents to love or caress;
They learn to fight and shoot under duress;
Some, homosexual victims, in harness!
Child is the father of man tomorrow;
Most children live in dangers and sorrow;
Some leave their homes, when young akin sparrows;
Some toil by pushing carts and wheel-barrows!
A very sad plight of children today!
Some have to slog at nights almost like day;
Some barely-fed, learn vices, come what may;
The modern world has not a thing to say?
poem by John Celes (2008)
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To keep the bond
Parents spend on children,
And children, on parents later.
These are not debts.
Parents scold children,
And children, parents later.
These are not scars.
Roots and shoots together
Have thetr Profit and Loss Account.
23.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sonnet: Our Children Is Our True Wealth
How nice to see one's children win applause?
What joy when children perform truly great?
How lovely seeing them live for a cause!
What thrill to see them get rewards till date.
The joy of parents is really more,
When children win a trophy, shield in race;
When people clap their hands and them adore;
And laughter, smiles adorn their weary face.
Yes, children are the apple of their eyes;
To see them well is parents' only aim;
So, parents slog all life to make them wise;
Their minds are filled with joy when they get fame.
Is there a better wealth than children's feat?
A plant is proud to bear its golden wheat.
poem by John Celes
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November Memories
Sad autumn moments in
two thousand and three,
as victims were shopping
in Istanbul by the sea...
terrorism struck and bombs
brought despair; people
were deranged as debris
filled the air ~ little children
cried, many parents died.
All Turkey was silenced at
the truck-bomb violence.
Six years have been and
gone...but history lives on.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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What Is Reality?
Nowadays parents complain
that their children are spoiled
but children did not think so.
What is reality then?
Are children Freewheelers
Or parents want to make them
victims of their own ambitions?
Nowadays schoolteachers complain
that students do not study herd
What is reality after all?
Is teachers'complaint baseless
or students knew that knowledge
has become a purchasable commodity?
poem by Madhav Sarkunde
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Sonnet: Our World When Young...
Those days were fine when children young, we were,
And parents cared for us in all our needs;
We came to know a world that was unfair;
Yet, we were trained to sow only good seeds!
A time then came when we were separate,
With family of own, problems galore;
We learnt to stay off vice and sins to hate;
Though we were far better, we craved for more!
What parents did, we could not equalise;
Their performance remained always a feat!
Our sufferings then, we try to visualise;
Our former life was rather good and neat.
O thank You God for parents wonderful;
They toiled to make our lives so beautiful!
‘God bless our dear parents with heaven! ’
Most lovingly dedicated to our dear parents (late)
Mrs. Stella and Antoniswami, Old Chungam, CBE
By all their beloved children
Copyright by Dr John Celes 19-10-11
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: A Happy Family
A happy family is one blessed by God!
Both parents slog all life for their children;
And children honor parents, without rod;
All walk united en way to Heaven.
A happy family lives in piety;
Their home is warm and welcomes everyone;
They’re satisfied and live with satiety;
There’s time for love, care, work, play, also fun!
A happy family loves its neighbors well;
All share their joys, woes, grief and problems too;
Their faith in God, their smiling faces tell;
With divine aim, all earthly works, they do!
A happy family prays in harmony;
God meets their needs of body, soul, money!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-1-2006
poem by John Celes
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Rats Got My Kid
Some parents should not be parents,
To lose your kid for two days and not know is unbelievable,
It doesn’t make any sense,
You take your child to Chuck E. Cheese, and forget about them,
For TWO DAYS,
I think that the cardboard pizza clogs up the brain cells,
Could it be the machines that spill you tickets to redeem for prizes?
$25 in tokens for $2 disguises,
Or the football games were on the television sets, -is Dallas playing?
It could be worse, some parents forget about their children in the car,
During summertime, a/c off, windows rolled up, sweltering, blistering heat,
They forgot that they had their children,
They do errands, and some forget because the children made them beat.
It is sad that these humans are allowed to procreate,
Snip’em while they’re young,
For this continued behavior will have a limited number in this fate.
(1-10-2008)
Ammended:
More sadly a parent left his two children outside in 35 degrees,
He went to see Ti_s and A_s for at least an hour,
His children were left in a car while he gandered at boobs around everywhere,
He would be the perfect specimen for a vasectomy,
Cardrico Lajuan Nash you are failure at parenting because you did not care.
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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I Am Tired Of The Usual Agony
tell me another story
the one which you cannot tell inside a motel
where you hold a cigarette
on one hand and a bottle of gin on the other
do not attempt on another
one that begins with
once upon a time
for sure i don't like it and i won't like you beginning
such a kind of trash
to tickle my dead senses
ooops, tell me not a story about pity
and sympathy, the one that you always tell to your
bed partner when the storms come
and in the middle of its harshness
you have nowhere to go nothing to do except
spend your time wisely in another hotel
with a partner
whose name you never bother to ask
or remember
as there is no significance
do not tell me about agonies
i had them all and will have them soon again
or sooner than soonest
they always come to a person like me
do not describe to me the agony of death
or torture or broken hearts
or crashing economies or incoming wars
between this government and the rebels
and soldiers on a coup against their
fellow soldiers at the military academy.
do not tell me that, now that we are here
inside this room where our clothes and faces
do not really matter
except our bodies emerging from a hot shower
where every moment counts
as escape from other agonies
that we have mastered
do not tell me about the agony of our times
high prices of gas and still rising
the possibilities of retrenchment
and closing of some companies
the possibility of this government getting
bankrupt
and the working people on mass strikes
toppling
of a government and the
putting up of another
by another superpower
out there
do not tell me about such kind of agonies
i want
an agony with you, the warmth of your hands
like cinders all over my body
the weight of your body over my body
the kisses of your tongues that will not
make me breath
sucking me
as though i know eternity
your legs blocking mine
like i have no way of finding an exit
from this prison
or labyrinth
this is the agony i want for the moment
give it to me
and i will give it to you
in mutuality
agony for agony
then we shall forget ourselves
our faces fade in the dark and then at least
we sleep
lost in our naked dreams
let the storm rage outside us
while we make more stories
about flesh and moaning glories inside
this motel
without us knowing
even the room number
or the color
of the curtains
or when another morning comes
slowly on the window panes
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Toy for Future Children
A blind and deaf bullet buried in the field
Dozing through decades of blood and bones
Then one morning
In a bustling future
As the children return to the field
Returning to goof around and chase each other
The blind and deaf bullet will be dug up
Will be dug up and awaken
In the middle of this happiness
As the children shriek and crow
The bullet will wake up
Wake up and open its eyes
Open its eyes and explode
Explode and the children will die
Die with their bodies and faces shattered
There, that’s the toy left over by your parents
O my children
What more can I say
What can say to my children, to my children
To a pitiful future.
And I just think that we're at a point in our economic life here in our state - and - and, candidly, across the country, where increased taxes is just the wrong way to go. The people of our state are not convinced that state government, county government, local government has done all they can with the money we already give them, rather than the money that we have before.
quote by Chris Christie
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Sonnet: ‘Both Gone to be with God! ’
A man, woman became one in Lord Christ:
Both joined by God and none could them unwed;
They fixed their hearts to rearing children first;
With duty done well, they are both now dead!
They slogged all day to make ends meet in life;
Most lovingly, they raised their children ten;
God helped them timely overcome all strife;
They are with God most likely, in heaven.
Some children now are parents proud, steadfast;
The baton passes from one hand to next;
With many things to do, time cannot last;
Guidance to live comes from the Bible’s text.
Oh, what an example, their parents set!
Their glorious work remains unmatched as yet!
Most lovingly dedicated by all children,
to our dear parents, on their Marriage Day Anniversary:
Shri. A.T.Antoniswami M.A., L.T., and
Shrimathi. Stella Thangamarie, Coimbatore
Who are ‘Both Gone to be with God! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-09-2010
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