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However near and dear to you may be your wife, children, friends, they are not you; they are outside of you.

quote by John Buchanan Robinson
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Kept you under the wings,
for you to grow warmer,
kept away those strangers,
for you to grow stronger,
picked those worms,
for you to grow smarter,
opened these two wings,
for you to grow wiser.

This world belongs to you,
my dear children,
You have every right to explore,
my dear children,
There may be petty problems,
on the way, children!
smash those issues,
my dear children.

Make mistakes, that,
not affect your health,
my dear children,
Take decisions, that,
not affect your integrity,
my dear children.
Be kind to your subordinates,
my dear children,
they are the ladder,
for you to climb up,
my dear children.

Get wiser day by day,
my dear children,
Speculation is not a plays,
my dear children,
you will bring corn,
my dear children,
They will bring husk,
my dear children.
When blow and share,
my dear children,
You will lose my dear children.

When there is a sale,
the market is quiet
enter to trade,
my dear children.

When there is a crowd,
everyone talks for million,
sell your share and run away,
my dear children.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Love has no utility purpose.

Mother was dear; I hardly listened.
Wife was dear; times I declined.
Child was dear; often I disciplined.
Grandchild was dearest. I let loose her.

Mother, wife, and children all
Were to contribute to my future
But not so is the grand child,
With my future at its end.
Why should I love her most?
True love has no utility value.
22.12.2000, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life Is A Mystery

Life is a mystery for all those who don't understand it,
and meaningful for those who enjoys it,
and it's history for all.

Husband is a banker, wife is a locker,
children are currency,
every thing urgency.

Wife is a baker, husband is a pastry,
children are cookies, friends are candies

poem by Naga Bhanu Vemuri
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A Sunday Prayer 10

Dear Lord I want to thank you,
for everything you have given me.
The love of my wife,
the centre point of my life.
The abundance of friends,
near and far, whom have
touched me in my hour of need.
The life that you have given me.
My children strong and fair,
the second chance
I have to serve you constantly.

poem by David Harris
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Togetherness Is Gone

My wife,
Stop cleaning the house
Please come here
To accompany me

My husband,
The house is dirty
We aren't able to pay the maid
You've already retired

My wife,
Don't cook
It's a holiday
Let us eat outside the home

My husband,
Don't eat outdoors
We need efficient
You've already retired

My wife,
Let's keep me company
Why the rush to sleep
It's still early

My husband,
I have to get up early
To clean the house
And prepare breakfast

My wife,
I have to go this morning
My friends were waiting
Long we don't meet

My husband,
Be careful on the road
Greetings for your friends
But, why not breakfast?

My wife,
You have fallen asleep last night
I see you sleeping soundly all
I don't have the heart to wake you

My husband,
I'm sorry
I don't welcome you home
But, why should sleep on the sofa?

My wife,
I have to go again
I have social activities
With my old friends

My husband,
Don't forget dinner at home
You look very dapper
Although not wear perfume

My wife,
sorry, we were very busy
I had dinner with friends
Happy dinner, dear

My husband,
I woke up too early
But you're not at home
Where are you?

My wife,
I came home at midnight
I have to go early in the morning
I don't have the heart to wake you

My husband,
I just finished washing clothes
I've found the clothes that you wear today
But, why the smell of perfume?

poem by Hasanudin Sofyan
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The Poor Bloke's Prayer

My electricity bill I just cannot pay
Dear God when I need you where are you today
You don't seem to listen when to you I pray
And when I need your help from me you turn away.

The prayer of the poor bloke on poverty street
For his children he cannot afford to buy meat
His wife is unwell in bed feeling run down
A poor family on the poor side of the town.

He prays but God never pays heed to his prayer
Life can be so tough for one on welfare
On a below poverty line income and job opportunities rare
Of how real poverty feels he is all too aware.

If your wife and children are hungry and payment on your bills overdue
To positive thinking 'tis hard to stay true
You pray to your God for assistance but your prayer God does not heed
And your so called friends do not wish to know you in your times of need.

poem by Francis Duggan
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I don't have friends, I have thousands of acquaintances. No friends. I figured I had a wife and children.

quote by Charles Bronson
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Africa's pain is my pain

Africa dear Africa
Your children are lonely and depressed
Africa dear Africa
Your children are at war with each other
Africa dear Africa
Your children are killing each other
Africa dear Africa
Your children are starving
Africa dear Africa
Your essence is pure but you are suffering
Africa dear Africa
your pain is my pain
So i sit here crying.

poem by Ayanle Isak
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Rivals to all

Dear foe, I am your rival for your fall.
Dear peer, I am your rival to be tall.
Dear brother, I am your rival for parents’ care.
Dear father, I am your rival for my mother’s love.
Dear wife, I am your rival for our kids’ love.
Dear son, I am your rival for my wife’s love.
Each one has some antipathy for all
For sometime, for some moments, at least.
27.11.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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‘Happy Birthday, Mum!

Your ninety years’ of love
To children and all, prove
The mother great and wife,
That you had been all life!

You slogged all life
As mother, wife;
With dogged days rife,
Frequent strife!

Another Marian,
Now nonagenarian;
What wisdom fills your heart,
In things, you’ve done from start!

God bless you mother dear,
And help you better hear,
And keep you from all fear,
And any earthly tear!

‘Happy Birthday, Mum! (10-30-2007)
Avoid becoming glum.’
Lovingly dedicated to my dear mother
Mrs.Stella Antoniswami, CBE
By son Celestine, wife Mercy and
Grand-daughters Cathy ad Diana
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-30-2007

poem by John Celes
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Wife In Exile

Upon point of returning
with
foreign wife
to native land.

Will your wife
have any friends
there?

My friends
will be her friends.
If they be not.
Then they be neither
my friends
nor hers.

Problems?

This is a fundamental
truth in life.
A fundamental requisite
strewn in friendship.

For one flesh
one heart
one life
a commitment
that cannot
divided be.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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That's The Sum Of It

I don't know which to mourn. Both have died on me, my wife and
my car. I feel strongly about my car, but I am also affected by my,
wife. Without my car, I can't leave the house to keep myself from
being alone. My wife gave me two children, both of whom, of course,
no longer live with us, as was to be expected, as we in our youth left
our parents behind. With my car, I could visit my children, when they
are not too busy.

Before she died, my wife urged me to find another woman. It's advice
I'd like to take up but not without a car. Without a car. I cannot find
myself another woman. That's the sum of it.

poem by David Ignatow
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If there's God why I die

‘’Is there God then why I die’’
Wife of ant says
‘’ Why wife of ant says if there’s God
Why I die, filthy feminine house I will
Burn down and leave’’
God says

‘’Is there God then why my children die’’
Wife of ant says’’
‘’Why wife of ant says if there’s God
Why my children die, filthy clitorising rain giraffe, I will sow seed of hairy itching grass under her feet, will grow to waist’’
God says

Wife ant opened her head to sun
She asks
‘’ Is there anything worst on earth than
Soaking of my waist in mourning tears for years
Wuw nothing’’
God rubbed his nose, nguu….
Says ‘’I will see who’s strong
Me or wife of ant

Ninety days later
Wife of man whom God nickname as ant
Whelped puppy
Strange, horrible and unnatural
‘’O God, why my wife give to puppy’’
Man prayed

‘’ To teach your wife lesson
So tomorrow she’ll not mock me again
If she attempt, I wipe off her eyes in world
And her seed will not grow on earth
My land’’
God says

poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Obituary: To My Beloved Parents

My Dear Dad:
From humble beginnings, my dad
Rose up by sheer struggle in life,
And turned a teacher to serve God,
Uncorrupted and straightforward.

He kept God first, within his heart,
And did his earthly duty, part
Unflinchingly, undauntedly,
And showed the world, his love for Christ!

Oh, what a fine man, my dad was!
He loved his brethren like himself;
He did not care for his own life;
He did his part for sake of Christ.

The wealth he made was his children;
His air of pride was his good wife;
He smiled while facing life’s troubles;
He bore his cross and followed Christ.

He stood steadfast in honesty;
He taught the pupil worst in class;
He towered high with confidence;
He would not dither from his God.

My Dear Mum:
And in his task, his wife joined him,
A pious lady from the start;
She did her duty to husband
And children without second thought.

She loved her family members all,
And kept the harmony intact;
She prayed fervently throughout life,
And waded safely through all strife.

A workaholic, all her life,
She helped her children’s assignments,
Encouraging souls all alike,
To walk on ‘heaven’s road on earth’.

She was a lovely mum and wife;
She eased her bread-winner’s worries;
She loved to do much charity;
She lived beyond ninety-three age!

We children are so proud of both;
They earned their heaven here on earth;
They both lived exemplary lives;
We pray we’ll meet in God’s abode!

God, make that day soon possible;
The life on earth worthlessly goes;
Oh, how we wish to see and speak
To dad and mum, in heav’n above!

Dedicated to my dear dad, (late) A.T.Antoniswami,
And dear mum, (late) Stella Thangamarie

poem by John Celes
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Just Saying A Prayer

I am just saying a prayer to our world
Dear Lord
The world is getting worst every single day
Why?
Why can't there be peace?
Why can't people love you also Like I love you
Dear Lord
Don't you abandom me
Because I will not abandom you also
Dear Lord
Love your children
Because you are a good father to your children
Dear God please feed the hungry children in the world
Because there are so many children that are starving inthe world today
Amen

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Honey Biscuits And Gravy

My wife and I sat down one day
to honey biscuits and gravy
and when the last of it was on my plate
what did she say to me

She said, 'my dear devoted husband
husband of many years
would you give the last of that breakfast treat
oh would you please, my dear? '

I said, 'my wife, my darling wife
wife of many years
of biscuits and gravy I cannot part'
so with my fork I began to start

But before I could reach the plate
I was stopped by my hungry mate
She said, 'I'll give you silver and gold
all the fortunes yet untold
if you'll give what's on your plate
the still standing honey biscuit and gravy'

I said, 'my dear, darling wife
wife of many a day
nothing short of a great earthquake
can make me part with my plate'

And then she grew desperate
a horrid fiend intemperate, she said
'You'll be the sole head of the estate
for that last serving of biscuits and gravy! '

I said, 'dear, devoted wife
wife of many a day
you don't know that with what you give
so willingly away'

She said, 'a small price, a small price
I eagerly will pay
for that last remaining morsel
left standing on your plate'

So I did the deed, I confess
and now I must say
my wife's head tasted just as good
as honey biscuits and gravy

poem by Kevin Howell
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Dear j

my dear J

Dear Mr J

To dear J,

To Dear J

Dearest sweetest J J

Dear J

Mr Dear J

MR. J.A Dear,

Please can you send someone around immediately from your company 'Nifty Pipes and Shiny Taps'

There is a blockage in my.... sorry can't find the right word

Hope you don' t mind me, NOT calling you Dear?

Hardly know you? What? was you're surname dear?

Well thought I better slide it in somewhere you know

Any way yours not [sincerely] or [Faithfully]

Yours most irately customer ref: 143267 lettr QUI

L. M. LEMON

P.S I have friends whose name begins with J I address these people

who I don; t know that well as Dear, hope you don; t mind, ? I think they do, I hardly know them infact from now on I think Dear will be replaced by, 'Not so Dear' JJ? Please let me know your thoughts

they are of [not so] great value to me, you see I am doing a survey on the use of 'dear' AND PLEASE UNBLOCK MY PIPES SOON! ! ! dear!

[not] Yours LEANORA LEMON

poem by Yvette Smith
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Shepherd's Song

Follow, follow, little sheep,
O’er the dreary wold;
Follow, soon ye all shall sleep,
Safe from wet and cold.

Linger not, oh! lagging feet!
Night will soon be here;
Weary shepherd fain would greet
Wife and children dear.

In his cot the fire burns bright,
Supper's ready laid;
Baby waits to say good-night,
Ere he goes to bed.

Little ones run in and out,
Watch beside the gate;
"What can father be about,
That he's home so late?"

Mother makes the ashes blaze,
Baby smiles to see;
Tells them how some wanderer strays
From the flock and me.

Whilst the children warmly sleep,
On the dreary wold,
Father stays till all his sheep
Are safely in the fold.

Linger not, oh! lagging feet!
Darksome night is near;
Weary shepherd fain would greet
Wife and children dear.

poem by Matilda Betham-Edwards from Littell's Living Age, vol. 128
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A Mother's Day Poem For You

Written by my Grand daughter
Cayce Taylor
Her first poem.

May 6,2008

Mothers do not like it
When their children are sad.
Mothers do not like it
When their children are bad.
Mothers do not like it
When their children are mad.
But, Mothers do like it
When their children are glad.

Dear mom, I am so sorry
When I have been sad.
Dear mom, I am so sorry
When I have been bad.
Dear mom, I am so sorry
When I have been mad.w
Dear mom, I only want
To make you very glad.

Happy mothers day mom from Cayce

poem by Loyd C. Taylor
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‘Happy Birthday, Mum!

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