Those who are born of parents broken with old age, or of such as are not yet ripe or are too young, or of drunkards, soft or effeminate men, want a great and liberal ingenuity or wit.
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Born With A Broken Heart
Up from the ashes, out of the flames
Keeps gettin stronger, like a slow rollin train
Watch it run
Oh, why do the good die young
Burnin like a shootin star
Born with a broken heart
Off in the distance, it was callin my name
So I took me a ride, on that slow rollin train
It still runs
But it seems that the good die young
Playin on that sad guitar
Born with a broken heart
Burnin like a shootin star
Born with a broken heart
Seems it was over, before it begun
Killed by a bullet, from a six-string gun
Bang a drum
Oh, why do the good die young
Ridin in a long black car
Born with a broken heart
Playin on that sad guitar
Born with a broken heart
Burnin like a shootin star
Born with a broken heart
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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Born Of A Broken Man
My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my in the name of my
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Like autumn leaves
His sense fell from him
An empty glass of himself
Shattered somewhere within
His thoughts like a hundred moths
Trapped in a lampshade
Somewhere within
Their wings banging and burning
On through endless nights
Forever awake he lies shaking and starving
Praying for someone to turn off the light
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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Born To Die
Just a baby
On a doorstep
Its how they found me
Cold and hungry
Raised on hatred
Fed by strangers
As a young girl
I often wondered
Am I born to die
Never having lived
Am I born to die
Without love
In my life
People push me
Knock me down
My foster parents
Kicked me around
They brought me up on
Loneliness
I never had me
A single friend
Am I born to die
Never having lived
Am I born to die
Without love
In my life
Must be someone
In this world
Who can save me
From myself
Or am I born to die
Never having lived
Am I born to die
Without love
In my life
Am I born to die
Never having lived
Am I born to die
Without love
In my life
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Young & Innocent Days
I look back at the way I used to look at life
Soft, white dreams with sugar coated outside
It was great, so great
Young and innocent days
I wish my eyes could only see
Everything, exactly as it used to be
Its too late, so late
Young and innocent days
I see the lines across your face
Time has gone and nothing ever can replace
Those great, so great
Young and innocent days
song performed by by Kinks
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Young And Innocent Days
I look back at the way I used to look at life
Soft, white dreams with sugar coated outside
It was great, so great
Young and innocent days
I wish my eyes could only see
Everything, exactly as it used to be
It's too late, so late
Young and innocent days
I see the lines across your face
Time has gone and nothing ever can replace
Those great, so great
Young and innocent days
song performed by by Kinks
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Born Poor or Born Rich
If you born poor,
It’s not your fault,
Don’t blame your parents.
If you born rich,
Thank you for your parents
Thank you God for that.
But if you don’t
Do something about it,
Do anything about it,
It is the biggest sin
In your life.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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A Love Lust!
Lust born of love is full of passion!
Passionate love rules life longer;
Ageless passion never diminishes
Even when death approaches fast!
Caught by the web of lust we live
Loving souls dear and intimate ever!
Heat, drought, rain, snow and storm
Can't change the decree of lust long!
Born of lust all can't escape its clutches
Albeit drunkards promise to stop drinking!
Kick of lust as the drunkards enjoy drinks
Always comes handy to satisfy one's thirst!
Even priests and sages stealthily enjoy it
Though they act to be strict by preaching!
Overcoming lust is a great feat higher than
Climbing Mount Everest to hoist flag ever!
Lovers' paradise makes time nil by lust long
Willingly caught by its spell to fly in fantasy!
Will there be life renewed sans this dream
Ever indulging in love fantasy full of lust long?
poem by Ramesh T A
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Broken children
I've come across many neglected children
They carry a pain
Thats left a mark
An uncured wound
A broken heart
A broken home
Due to parents disappearing
Or out there searching
Always there children they are hurting
Why! ....
Because of greed
Because of need
Because of temptation
Or because of drugs!
These children never did ask to be born
And find there status torn
Ripped apart and shredded!
How selfish can those parents be
All for want and for themselves to repair
The only place they have come to tear
Are the roots of those children
Who live there lives searching for there souls
Life becomes a riddle
When only themselves they muddle
Walking down those empty streets
Meeting up with others who swollowed the same
Now they've decided to create a new game
Let it be violence!
And push those parents into shame
Yet it is always
Those poor children who live with blame!
If this is freedom of choice!
Then let those poor children
Make a voice!
poem by Suzan Gumush
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It may well be doubted whether human ingenuity can construct an enigma... which human ingenuity may not, by proper application, resolve.
Edgar Allan Poe in The Gold Bug
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Peach
Soft is the
Skin
Of the ripe peach,
So gently,
I will coarse
My
Innocent hands
Through
It's fine hair
Caressing
It's
Curving surface.
How
I wish for a bite.
Soft is the
Skin
Of the ripe peach.
Sweet it is
To savor.
In
My hand, I hold
It,
Waiting to
Treasure it's
Taste.
My tongue is teased.
How
I wish for a bite.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Cultural Ingenuity
CULTURAL INGENUITY
mELVIN BANGGOLLAY
Gone are the days when we display
Shyness when we are part of minority
When we are called with ingenuity
as the brave peacocks of the north
wearing head gears in open court
with feathers swaying back and forth.
Today, our culture is our pride
We must show so proud with all stride
for its the essence of our own blood
that was never touched by tyrant’s mud
but with our nature to learn so fast
We can be at par with anyone at last.
let us be proud if we were born igorots
When we're reared with Kalinga’s roots
When we spoke the tongues of ibalois
when we have the tenure of ifugaos
When we sing the songs of cordilleran
and lived in every mountain’s grand.
Be proud of whatever your culture’s birth
for its the reason you are upon this earth
to speak and take pride of what you are
Instead of pretending on what you are not
for you can never become somebody’s race
if you’re born upon Cordillera’s breast.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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My Life - The Story of Young Boy - Pt.1
She yelled and took the bottle
And then my dad yelled back
Young boy crying in the corner
Memories of my childhood are all black
“I hate you” she screams
But he hates her more
Their hatred builds
As they even their score
Pins her to the couch
Saying nasty things
Young boy is wondering
Is this the joy life brings?
Sister gets pregnant
One blames the other
Whiskey fix, does the trick
The young boy loses his mother
The working day is done
Father watching the TV
Young boy shows dad what he has done
Father doesn't want to see
Young boy makes a mistake
Dad calls young boy a name
Young boy crying in the corner
Filled with guilt and shame
Young boy seeking somebody
For his life he wants to share
Always seeking and never finding
Cause no one really cares
Mom moves away
Young boy so sad
Family broken
Parents glad
Their lives go on
But his does stay
Young boy, old life
With no time to play
Young boy now a teenager
Turns to drugs and booze
The pain he faced, he turns away
His past he wants to lose
Young boy then gets married
To a beautiful wife
Wants so bad to forget his past
And start a brand new life
Young boy yells at new wife
New wife yells at me
My young boy in the corner
The old cycle he does see
Young boy now starts seeking
To make my life brand new
For the benefit of my young boys
My pain they won't go through
New wife says to young boy
You're never going to change
She packs her bags and then she leaves
Another family now estranged
Young boy really hurting
Hoping pain won't last
For now he has a starring role
In the memories of his past
Young boy sitting wondering
Is the pain what it is worth
Broken people, doing broken things
To make a broken earth
Young boy now is fighting
Fighting for his life
Trying to make the old, brand new again
For his young boys and his wife
Young boy finds Our savior
That sits upon His throne
The abundant life he offers
Shows Young Boy he's not alone
The cycle it continues
But young boy wants to try
To fight for what his parents didn't
Then the cycle he'll defy
So young boy makes a decision
He also makes his creed
He hopes to fix his family
All to God he'll lead
So young boy gives it one last chance
With the hope that Jesus brings
Young boy knows it's not over
Til the fat lady sings.......
To be continued
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Much ingenuity with a little money is vastly more profitable and amusing than much money without ingenuity.
quote by Arnold Bennett
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The great medical facilities are a relief for the parents, too, who don't have to think about caring for their young ones on their own for a weekend. They have a great time.
quote by Jami Gertz
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Girlish boys and boyish girls
Effeminate men draw gays.
Butch women draw lesbians.
Effeminate men and butch women
Find compatibilities.
03.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Larkspur
Words roll free from a tongue sometime
From a sometime, tongue-tied tongue,
Words that were heard by the stream and the bird
When the world and the wild were young,
When the world and the wild were young, sometime…
(Larkspur, marigold, ebony, lime) .
Sounds that were born in sweet young breath
In a bubble-sighed, trouble-tried time,
Sounds that were found by a child at the breast
In a bubble-tried pantomime,
In a bubble-tried pantomime, no less…
(Nightshade, cinnamon, green watercress) .
Love is the sound of a word, soft-said
From the lips of the love you too,
Love is the dove of the bubble-thought read
Soft sift from the me to you,
Soft sift from the me to you, soft said…
(Homespun, empathy, marmalade, bread) .
poem by David Lewis Paget (16 December 1973)
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My Story
I was born in a year
Of a great depression,
.
My parents were born here
A life made of deprivation,
.
Dave, gave me my name;
By instructions of my mother
.
My mother told me all about
My runaway father,
.
My mother did her best
To bring me up better,
.
My mother told me
I would be a leader
- a speaker
- a fighter,
.
I left my mother' s home
To search for survival,
.
Sam said I have become
A great photographer,
.
I have a craving for the arts
And poems that don't rhyme.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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I think all kids think their parents are strict. My parents aren't superstrict, but they seem to be stricter than most. But even though it's like, 'Oh, gosh, I've gotta be in at this time,' they know what they're doing. I have great parents.
quote by Cody Linley
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Infants Give No Clue
Banyan comes from a tiny seed.
Coconut comes from a large seed.
Great men need not be from the kids
Born to great, rich or high class parents.
(16.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When It Hurts Enough To Cry
When it hurts enough to cry,
Like when your parents give you up, and you don't know why.
Parents just like my own,
Didn't want anything to do with me, till I was grown.
Why do some parents give up their kids,
Do they ever regret later that they did?
My parents weren't there through the teen years,
Or seeing me graduate which brought me tears.
I hardly heard I love you son,
When growing up, I can't remember having any fun.
Something my dad said has always stuck in my head,
When I was five he said he wished I was dead.
Doesn't he know my heart was torn?
I never did ask to be born.
Parents are suppose to love their kids,
And it will show later what a good job they did.
They say you can't choose your mom or dad,
Cause if I could I wouldn't be so sad.
But I always remember what Jesus said,
''Always love your mom and dad.''
poem by Roger Dodd
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