In the life of children there are two very clear-cut phases, before and after puberty. Before puberty the child's personality has not yet formed and it is easier to guide its life and make it acquire specific habits of order, discipline, and work after puberty the personality develops impetuously and all extraneous intervention becomes odious, tyrannical, insufferable. Now it so happens that parents feel the responsibility towards their children precisely during this second period, when it is too late then of course the stick and violence enter the scene and yield very few results indeed. Why not instead take an interest in the child during the first period
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Teenage And Puberty
Teenage and puberty,
My life is on the run and i need help!
Because there are so much sin around me,
And this world has not taught us much.
I looked for you last night but,
You were nowhere to be seen;
I shouted out your name aloud but,
No one answered back to me;
But i need care to overcome this wall around me.
Teenage and puberty,
And of all the life see among my peers;
Bu is this world teaching us better? !
For i really know what i am going through.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Virgin not the most beautiful
The eve of puberty, the aftermath of puberty,
The post-consummation, the conceiving,
And the early motherhood are the stages
When a woman adds lustre to her looks.
It is young mother who peaks her best.
Why then do all harp on virgin beauty?
10.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What we ought to see in the agonies of puberty is the result of the conditioning that maims the female personality in creating the feminine.
quote by Germaine Greer
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Children?
Children are the easily led,
Their learning is profound,
Their lift is happy and proud,
Why do parents forgive them?
We produce the fellow children
To lift and uplift each of us
When there happens a life.
Children need growth to boast,
To live and outlive, to death is their journey
After a life of straightforward happiness and bliss.
Felt good? Why children? Because, say Children,
We live among others who are like the mothers
In the land we call Children.
Child after child shall learn of the existing ones
That need admirals and generals of late.
The defence of a child is the greatest concern,
And I laugh at one who destroys life,
Ever in turmoil is a child because of this act.
Children will be enough to be today.
Children can upset no one who is old and ancient,
Selfless students are children.
However much you push and pull at the threads that children weave
And sort, and spread, and sew,
The adult will sew better and more often than a child.
That is the secret, children.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Fathers Dilemma (daughters stages)
she was brought into this world
as beautiful as can be.
played with her dolls - naturally.
a few years later she reaches puberty.
and the years are going by much to fast for me.
soon she becomes a teenage girl
making the rounds
and with her friends getting down.
listening to the music of her generation
moving her body, and feeling the sensations.
the teen years is when i worry
hoping that the years will go by in a hurry.
then she reaches womanhood
and life 'dawns on her' as it should.
all the do's and don'ts that i preached
she has finally gotten to reach
that stage in her life
that now she thinks twice.
now a full grown woman, and so much in love
planning her wedding, and using turtle doves.
a smile on her face, and joy in her heart.
getting ready for a brand new start.
being a newly wed with so much to learn
and old bridges, she has to burn.
now she has to WORK, COOK, CLEAN
and everything else in between.
she can no longer procrastinate
for it is 'much too late'.
a year later has come and gone
and her doctor hits her with the bomb.
you are pregnant, and a boy you'll bare
this is the news you have to share.
six months later out he came
a little boy and ' JAMES' is his name.
now she's gone through all the
stages that a female must do.
CHILD, PUBERTY, TEENAGER, WOMANHOOD
and now MOTHERHOOD.
and every stage she carried me through.
and as her father i will pray, and i'll love
her more than words can say.
poem by Louis Rams
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Shades of life
Shades of life
Fascinate me
Carefree childhood
Looks
Towards the parents
For every small thing
In the naughty puberty
One wants to see
Do everything new
The dynamic youth
Is full of energy
Ready to accept
Any challenge
The grown up man
Is more mature
With responsibilities
On the head
Does everything
Carefully
Plans for the future
The old age man
Remembers
The child hood
Feels little helpless
Worried about
The time to come
Further you go
One looks frail and tired
As helpless as a child
Prays to god
For a peaceful end
23-02-2012
232-143-02-12
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Children can write poetry and then, unless they're poets, they stop when reach puberty.
quote by Dennis Potter
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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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I Saw a Black Child
I saw a Black Child
Who's got blood in eyes
Cracked as clay
And scaled like a fish
Under puberty
He discovered poverty
Through apartheid
He became homeless
I saw a Black Child
In a hole
Carried hope against hope
Nor free, he flees for help
He was more in sorrow
Than in anger.
So he made a smash and grab
Although it went up in smoke
I saw a Black Child
Crying louder than
The abused wives
When he was taken for a ride
He never said die
Although he was taken
For isolation
For the rest of his life
poem by Gcobani Istovic Kamana
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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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First Poem
first poem
first ego
first alter ego
first id
no echo of self-esteem
no exaggeration
no inflated opinions
no empowerment
a second side to possibilities
an alternative personality
an uncommon insight
a doppelganger mirror imaging art
no identification
no qualifications
no unconscious psyche
no primitive impulses
no superego
no conscience to the ego
developing moral
standards infantile,
rules of contact through
parents physically enforced,
I am premolar pre-puberty child
perceiving environment
through new eyes smaller
perspectives of dimensional scale
elevation growth half life
intellect imagination pure
perceptions encoding imprinting
fairy tale pictures still catalysis escapism
first introduction into
alternative reflective thought waves
first introduction into
exploring memory mix settings
first introduction into
writing own poetic landscapes
first introduction into
artistic possibilities inscribed
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Enough Is Enough!
Everyone says that nowadays
Parents are pressurizing their child
They are forcing them to study and work harder than they can
And driving their children wild
Just when the child is taking a break
A parent comes in and says, “Go back and study”!
They make the child study and practice all day long
And won’t even let them go play with their buddy
I think all children need to have some freedom
And sometime to play and have fun
This way children and parents can be satisfied
And live happily under the sun
I was asked to submit a poem for related subject by a magazine.
poem by Risha Ahmed
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A Wish to My Daughter
My sweet, little darling, you were the best,
One of the smartest child between all the rest.
You and I always know that you'll make it well,
On money cares you never have to dwell.
In the years when we were growing up together,
I thought you were my best friend and sometimes my elder.
You helped me to find always the good road,
You helped me with your advises to carry life's heavy load.
Your life must be always in the shinning sun,
Strength, courage is your inheritance in the brilliant dawn,
Let your life be a never ending success,
Only health, good life and happiness fit my princess.
I am sorry if you don't see what I always thought,
Probably you wouldn't take all my praises,
And in your mind you opposed and fought.
Even if our personality opposing each other,
I love you my child, your personality I never wish to alter.
You are the child of God and let life be your teacher
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Wrought iron is woman.
A raw iron is made to lava by puberty,
Cast to mould by consummation,
And solidified by child birth,
After which it is a wrought iron, the woman
07.05.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Poem On a Wholesome Mother
'If I service five clients, ' she said
With thorough professionalism
'My night is done
And my day is taken care of!
That breaks even
With my children properly fed! '
She went on telling me
How as a young girl
Much before puberty
She was forced into flesh trade
Not really knowing what it's about
She tried herself, in vain, and
She looked for someone
To rescue her once she knew
Where she's forced into
By and by, she understood
That's the only option she had
And the education her body imparted
Became her intellectual property right!
'This body, bestowed upon me
This body people called 'feminine'
Became their play field
And my bread'
She went on
'Keep your moral polemics
Confined to your lecture halls!
Ashamed? Why should I?
Are you ever ashamed
To look after your child?
Why should I? '
And she walked away
In sheer confidence
Swinging her hip,
Probably just as I do
When I walk, to take her children
To the independence day celebrations
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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I thought it was such a unique concept to play parents who happen to be super heroes and have a son who is going through puberty and starting high school.
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Ch 07 On The Effects Of Education Story 11
When I was a child I asked an illustrious man about puberty. He replied: ‘It is recorded in books that it has three signs. First, the age of fifteen years; secondly nocturnal pollutions; and thirdly, sprouting of hair on the pudenda; but in reality there is only one sign which is sufficient that thou shouldst seek the approbation of the most high and glorious rather than to be in the bondage of sensual pleasures; and whoever does not entertain this disposition is by erudite men considered not to have attained puberty.’
The form of man was attained by a drop of water
Which remained forty days in the womb.
If in forty years it has not attained sense and propriety
It can in reality not be called a man.
Virility consists in liberality and amiableness.
Think not that it is only in the material figure.
Virtue is necessary because the form may be painted
In halls with vermilion or verdigris.
If a man possesses not excellence and goodness
What is the difference between him and a picture on the wall?
It is no virtue to gain the whole world.
Gain the heart of one person if thou canst.
Children's Special...
Every child is born with a gift,
and there is a day to celebrate it.
A child is your treasure given by God,
Be blessed so, and pray to the Lord,
for that child gives you happiness,
Gone are your day's of loneliness.
Childhood does not last,
Every child remembers the past,
It depends on how you groom,
Give the child more than a room.
A child carries an ocean of innocence,
not knowing it's consequence,
does a deed that is not desired,
Many parents have always admired.
Thinking of a day for children,
is a wonderful thought,
Cherish every moment of what they have brought,
to you with their playful minds,
which do leave a trail of joy in your mind.
Remember your own childhood days,
make it more than special today,
make the children feel how good you felt that day,
when you celebrated the children's day,
in your childhood days.
poem by Deepak Calyampoondi
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Parentage Is Guarding Lineage And Heritage!
your children may look your children,
By you and the whole world,
even the children believe this is true.
But look at the DNA in them,
It came from you, but think from where it came to you?
Isn't it True that all the neocleotides in our DNA and RNA, PROTEINS AND ALL BIOLOGICAL molecules come from plants and animals!
In this respect animals and trees are our parents,
We owe all molecule in our body to them,
Hence clearly they are real parents of our body,
so we, in short can say nature and energy are our parents!
Isn't it true that our mortal parents shared them and nurtured us and taught us,
they are parents of virtues, moral and cultural values in us!
It is lineage and heritage
inherited from time unknown!
your children Are not your children,
You are the care taker of that lineage!
In you if some genes are dominant or recessive,
May some are neither dominant or recessive,
That is play of dominance or incomplete dominance,
Make children look alike or not!
But you are the parent and take care of children,
Be a model or idol to them,
Win them by your own patience and attitudes,
Bring them slowly into your line!
Children Are innocent flowers in divine garden,
You are the plant with roots,
Feed them, look after and shape them,
fill colours and fragrance of lineage!
Children Are like parrots,
They copy your words and actions,
They are innocent and true,
Like a sponge absorb your traits
Think of there growth and deciding constraints!
You made a child in you,
But you have child in grown up body and mature mind,
Think of the child in child's heart,
Striving to grow in this world!
Let the mature mind control child in you first,
Then the child in your child's heart get hold on Life's virtues.
You are the painter or the sculptor of your child,
But the art work or idol becomes property of world,
One among the art pieces,
Of human culture and heritage!
Be careful in shaping children,
They are soft and brittle,
Once their mind breaks,
No one can join or reshape!
You are the link of that chain of life,
Behave as parent knowing this truth
Man is above animal in this aspect!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Of Getting A Female Child...!
My mother dreamt of a boy child
While she was carrying me
in her womb;
Alas! I was born! A female child,
My father has to save a portion of his salary
For my marriage to settle with the dowry;
While I attained puberty,
My father spent a portion
To make his savings empty;
I have to forgo my dream
Of my college degree and
Settle with higher secondary;
Nowadays I find lot of photos
Of eligible bridegrooms
Spread over my shelf;
The boys who planned to love me
Vexed with my horoscope
And departed me;
I made a decision finally
Not to marry
To avoid the worry
Of me getting a female child…!
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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