It is a wise tune that knows its own father, and I like my music to be the legitimate offspring of respectable parents.
quote by Samuel Butler
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Both parents were very encouraging - especially my father. My father thought the sun rose and set with me. Neither one had a musical background or any musical talent. They liked classical music, but neither could carry a tune.
quote by Gordon Getty
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Trunk-Branch-Twig Relation
Affinity is a string that runs through
Parents-offspring- grand offspring with
The characteristic of no jealousy.
Siblings do not come in that category.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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All Asian parents are into your children having a respectable, decent stable job. Acting was unimaginable to my parents.
quote by Joan Chen
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Parents and offspring’s access to paradise
God has similarity with parents
But He hardly has
Similarity with offspring
This is one of the reasons
Why parents are so prestigious
Against this backdrop
If the children are pious
But their parents are not
They will be able to take
Their parents to paradise
Whereas
If the parents are pious
But their children are not
They will be unable to take
Their children to paradise
poem by Asif Andalib
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Street Music
There's a band in the street, there's a band in the street.
It will play you a tune for a penny—
It will play you a tune, you a tune, you a tune,
And you, though you haven't got any,
For the music's free, and the music's bold.
It cannot really be bought and sold.
And the people walk with their heads held high
Whether or not they've a penny.
And the music's there as the bandsmen know,
For the poor though the poor are many.
Oh the music's free and the music's bold.
It cannot really be bought and sold.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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My Parents
Oh my mother Oh my father
Oh my mother Oh my father
Where are you where are you wher are you?
Ilove you i love you
I looking for you
to talk about my heart
which still ill
untill i will see you
Oh my mother Oh my father
Oh my mother Oh my father
Where are you where are you wher are you?
I love you i love you
You are the third one
In my small heart
After ALLAH and
And my prophet MOHAMED
Oh my mother Oh my father
Oh my mother Oh my father
Where are you where are you wher are you?
I love you i love you
Oh ALLAH is ordering us
Not to make them angry
Never to tell them
the smallest word ouufff
Oh my mother Oh my father
Oh my mother Oh my father
Where are you where are you wher are you?
I love you i love you
Oh ALLAH loves who
Makes his parents happy
And forgives those
Who have a lot of mistakes
Oh my mother Oh my father
Oh my mother Oh my father
Where are you where are you wher are you?
Ilove you i love you
Oh ALLAH enter me
To the higher Firdaous
With my parents and
every single MUSLIM
Oh my mother Oh my father
Oh my mother Oh my father
Where are you where are you wher are you?
I love you i love you
poem by Abderaouf Laoud
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Music In The Heart
Music of the heart sounds in the orchestra
For others to judge according to taste;
The pumping of blood made you nearly ask
For the music to stop and make farewell.
O how the heart senses your happy tune!
The melody survives the laughter;
O how the harmonious smell of wooden instruments
Involves us with sound and the astonishment!
Music is a happiness, music is sound,
More than a thought, more than a word;
May wise musicians design the good noise
And turn it into a message of hope.
poem by Naveed Akram
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It's really hard in this day and age, with radio and MTV being so consolidated, to get new music out there. I think we've become a really legitimate, viable avenue for getting new music out there.
quote by Josh Schwartz
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The Highly Respectable Gondolier
I stole the Prince, and I brought him here,
And left him, gaily prattling
With a highly respectable Gondolier,
Who promised the Royal babe to rear,
And teach him the trade of a timoneer
With his own beloved bratling.
Both of the babes were strong and stout,
And, considering all things, clever.
Of that there is no manner of doubt -
No probable, possible shadow of doubt -
No possible doubt whatever.
Time sped, and when at the end of a year
I sought that infant cherished,
That highly respectable Gondolier
Was lying a corpse on his humble bier -
I dropped a Grand Inquisitor's tear -
That Gondolier had perished!
A taste for drink, combined with gout,
Had doubled him up for ever.
Of THAT there is no manner of doubt -
No probable, possible shadow of doubt -
No possible doubt whatever.
But owing, I'm much disposed to fear,
To his terrible taste for tippling,
That highly respectable Gondolier
Could never declare with a mind sincere
Which of the two was his offspring dear,
And which the Royal stripling!
Which was which he could never make out,
Despite his best endeavour.
Of THAT there is no manner of doubt -
No probable, possible shadow of doubt -
No possible doubt whatever.
The children followed his old career -
(This statement can't be parried)
Of a highly respectable Gondolier:
Well, one of the two (who will soon be here) -
But WHICH of the two is not quite clear -
Is the Royal Prince you married!
Search in and out and round about
And you'll discover never
A tale so free from every doubt -
All probable, possible shadow of doubt -
All possible doubt whatever!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Mothers Love
he relationship of a son towards both his parents is very complex. A son will likely feel a close bond with his mother, yet see his father as an adversary and competitor. When a son sees how his father interacts with his mother he will either attempt to model his father's behavior or reject his father's example of relationships with woman. From the parents' point of view, having a son can be one of the greatest joys they will ever experience but also one of the greatest challenges. Balancing the need to offer freedom to your son while placing appropriate boundaries may be an area of contention.
Source: Son Poems - Poems about Sons
Boy And Man
he played his music
he played it for fun
he played his music for everyone
as he plays no one every asks his name
no mother no father it drives him insane
as he plays his music no one askes his name
no parents in this orphant game
he plays his music for the people
lonely busker outside the cathedral
we all know the one with the steeple
they clap they smile he escapes for a while
drunk with the music confused by their smiles
as the sounds carry him away
he finds a place he wants to stay
for a time people listen
but in his mind theres still something missing
the solider the sailor tapping in time
the money they throw he spends on cheep wine
the father the son dont spend a dime
now they rush to get home on time
as you stand tapping in time
to his music for the deaf dumb and blind
so please ask his name just one time
this is a person who need to feel fine
dont you worry even god was blind
this is a person
poem by John Mc Cudden
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She sings from her soft heart!
My speechless Dove, I hear your song frequently
That has no words but it's very heavy.
We came together and I have heard this
since my previous births too.
This song of the road gives me the courage to step forward
And make sure that we have to walk hand-in-hand further?
I adore your melancholy song as it never changed
Its tune & rhythm?
Though we faced many obstacles
One day we definitely cross the river
And leave the song at the bank,
Let recite the others who need the ferry to row peacefully!
To my beloved wife who supplies me the ingredients to enrich the life's bitter cake.
[*What's a family? Is it a genetic chain, parents & offspring, people like me? Or it's a social construct, an economic unit, optimal for child rearing and divisions of Labor? Or it's something else entirely: A store of shared memories, say? An ambit of love? A reach across the void? ]- 'Dreams from my father'......Barack Obama
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Of course I'm respectable. I'm old. Politicians, ugly buildings, and whores all get respectable if they last long enough.
quote by Robert Towne
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Every vice was once a virtue, and may become respectable again, just as hatred becomes respectable in wartime.
quote by Will Durant
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Honor Our Father! ! !
I remember when I was young,
My New Life with Christ, Just begun,
I became Born-again!
I'll Never forget that day,
When Jesus came in my heart, To Stay!
He's been guiding me all this way,
One day I asked Him'Father, What should I do?
My earthly Dad, wants to be called father too
I know Your Word says, Call No man Father
On Earth, But Only Our Father in Heaven,
You're The Father -of us all, This is True! ! !
Father replied'My Child, You don't understand
'I AM' 'Your Holy Father'
Your earthly father is a Human, man
But You are to Honor Your Father and Mother,
Because that's one of My Commands,
By Honoring them, You also Honor Me!
I appointed Your Parents, to guide You to see,
Jesus! Through Him, You've come to me,
'I AM' The Holy Father, I give Eternal Life!
poem by Patricia Martin
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The whole force of the respectable circles to which I belonged, that respectable circle which knew as I did not the value of security won, the slender chance of replacing it if lost or abandoned, was against me.
quote by Ida Tarbell
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Strange Mule's lovers
Nature does miracles
the mule is the offspring
of a horse and a donkey.
But she cannot run like a horse
and very stubborn not like a donkey.
Because of her rare beauty
different colored stallions and ponies
rush to see her on and off
from foreign lands.
Her parents are bit worried
as the fence is not strong enough.
She listens one rainy night
mother tells her father
in their bed room
'she must be like us honey
don't forget our past
my lovable run away horse'.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Male parental hierarchy.
My parents are two, grandparents four
And great grandparents, eight and so on.
I am known by my father, his father,
And his father and so on by male side.
My mother, her mother and father, their
Mother and father and so on are ignored.
My fathers’ mother and grandfather’s
Mother and so on go to oblivion.
I am known by my father, his father
And his father and so on as a family.
All women from whom I have drawn
Their genes have been shut out.
Parental hierarchy is represented
By male, women dislodged at every stage.
25.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Refuse to dance
The girls wore their pretty little party dresses,
so sweetly they danced as the music played.
oh how in tune with the music they swayed.
You looked at me as the night began to fade,
follow the music you said.
listen to music with the tune in your head,
I refused to dance! I watched you all...
Refuse to dance, you all seem in a trance,
The way you all talk the way you all dance,
As you turn around to look for me,
it wont be me whom you shall see.
I dont want to fake like your'll.
refuse to dance! !
When you turn around I shall be gone..
Refuse to dance,
I will take that chance.
poem by Maneshree Govender
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Mammary Tunes
Under heavy haze I cast an ear…
Was that a distant hymn?
To view, to peer ahead,
I span thro’ sharpened eyes,
Connecting brain. Surprise
Awards emotion to the show –
A fine refrain.
I think I know the source:
Without recourse my keen and
Eager shoes propel my whole.
And she regales me as I close –
The drifting notes propose I place
An ear to verge upon the emanation.
Choice of left or right
Invites and overwhelms;
A brief respite, and then
I poise an aural organ,
Seeking out the balance
In the tone from rhythmic flesh.
O Holy Grail, the sweet spot!
Honed in stereophony and
Mastered out of euphony:
Her music –
Diaphragms of luscious areolae
Give the tune
Atop a vibrant bass –
Quivers in the
Belly of her breast.
And presently
I fall beneath a spell of heady music
As her reproductive cushions do the rest.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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