It is possible to resolve childhood repression safely and without confusion - something that has always been disputed by the most respected schools of thought.
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It is a sad commentary that today we face a choice between having schools that are a monument to our past - or schools that will be the lifeblood of our future. But since that is our choice, let us resolve to choose wisely.
quote by Ted Kulongoski
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Anything is disputable.
Scripts are disputed; faiths are disputed.
So are history, theory and discovery.
Anything is subject to dispute.
It means there is a base to support them.
08.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Climate of Repression
Climate of repression.
Depresses the stressed,
With an bombardment of fear...
To incite anxieties!
Wanting a dependency to exist,
Within all!
And wishing to demolish,
With diminished admonishments!
To astonish with demonicness.
A climate of repression,
Expressed with aggression.
Suppressed with a recession...
Invented to digress,
Those who have chosen lives of happiness...
To inflict and spread an accepted regret.
To have all believe,
A sadness is for everyone.
And that shall be left...
For everyone to get!
And discrimination is enforced,
For those who reject in protest!
A climate of repression,
Comes to test!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Design
Fencing your house will be bitterly disputed,
As fine the authority is of the disputed.
Fellowship holds bargain and baggage,
Best off is the one who relates and has to be sage.
Reflect on the very nature I detest, the one
That describes a solitary being in progress.
I defeat only a life that tries to defy the standards
I kept and I wept to believe in.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Double standard
Peter disputed with John
And invoked Ram’s helps.
Peter disputed with his sons.
And resented Ram’s offers
When a neighbour attacks,
The country opens its door.
When its subjects revolt,
It prefers to shut the door.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Childhood Garden
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
flying high
with the little lies
the grass fine
up in the sky my kite
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
now in the past
i now know that it can never last
now as i get taller
it was differnt when i was smaller
my childhood garden
poem by Danielle Eager
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I had a thought on your funeral...
Eighty years of life
on this Earth
Was it worth?
I had a thought on your funeral.
Eighty years ago in heaven
when you were just the soul
and wanted to forever become
a part of this whole
You urged God to grant you a life
And promised
you would this time achieve your goal
But did you keep your promise at all?
I had a thought on your funeral.
The aim of your taking birth was
Service, contribution and asceticism
You instead chose
Hoarding, platitude and hedonism
God prescribed
Love, joy and compassion
On your life you inscribed
Jealousy, gloom and repression
I had a thought on your funeral.
Childhood’s dawn wiped out in dependence
Lust devoured on the morning of adolescence
Youth’s noon you squandered
due to fear and apprehension
Dusk of old age got totaled in
egotism, vanity and pretension
I had a thought on your funeral.
I asked myself
Was I any different from you?
Was I keeping my own promise to God?
The response from within came in negative
My heart did not give the nod
Seeing you sleeping in God’s lap
with a performance that was dismal
Your funeral appeared to me
as God’s signal
And I realized I had a chance to change
before I reached my own burial.
I had a thought on your funeral.
(30.08.2011; New Delhi; India)
poem by Anshul Gupta
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That Shouldn't Even Be A Guess
You want to know 'if'
And just how much you are respected?
Pretend to forget,
Someone's routine...
Who could care less what you do,
How you do it and when you are done...
How you feel.
About anything!
Pretend...
Not to have 'this' ego,
Top ten on your agenda.
Your insensitivities,
Will find themselves known...
On someone's ear.
That's how much you are 'endeared'.
You want to know 'if'
And just how much you are respected?
Try forgetting.
Or interrupting their mile a minute conversations,
They have about themselves!
You want to know 'if'
And just how much you are respected?
That shouldn't even be a guess by now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I look through my childhood
I look through my childhood as if I were there,
but yet remain in this grown up body, which in life is not fair,
I have forgotten the good times in my past,
I can't believe that my childhood moved on very fast,
I thought it would last, and last forever,
but I was wrong, it did not last, it never.
but all happens for the best,
so that I could grow up to be a man and experience life
which comes in han 'd'.
I look through my childhood.
poem by Savio Vogt
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I Did Not Lose any Sleep When You Left
Your decision made to follow others,
On a path that seemed safely paved for you...
I respected.
With my regards given,
As my last remarks.
That you appear today to say to me,
There are regrets you wish to express...
Will not recapture,
The many years of suggestions...
I gave to you I believed were best.
What are you expecting,
From me to you for your ears to hear?
An 'okay' with understanding?
As if when you left me you did not make it clear,
To the others you chose to follow...
How crazy you thought me to be!
And my 'know-it-all' personality...
You were glad not to have it near you,
Finally.
Well...
I did not lose any sleep when you left!
And I am sure I will sleep even more peacefully...
When in a few seconds from me you will leave.
I am not here to host another game you wish to play.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Childhood Days
Childhood days! !
Beautiful childhood days.
No hurries, no worries
Like pure delightful bays
We sat with dad
With mom on our side
Playing and shouting
With full our might.
All our wants and all our wishes
May be from toy train to chocolate pieces
Were granted us with some good kisses
all the toys and all the choices
shouting on the top of our voices
The tricky studies with playful schools
Cracking silly jokes like a fool.
Alas! now everything has gone
With nothing so cool..
Burdened with load of task
Bearing our hobbies under work's mask
we lay aside for societies societies cruelty
Someone give us back our childhood days
And freed us from this life's routine maze...
poem by Divya Agarwal
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Some respected and beloved brethren insist that the forming and organising of churches is, according to God's will, the only means of finding blessing in the midst of that confusion which is acknowledged to exist.
quote by John Nelson Darby
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Charter schools are public schools that operate, to a certain extent, outside the system. They have more control over their teachers, curriculum and resources. They also have less money than public schools.
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Len Webster's 'Childhood Is...
Childhood Is
when the world to come
is an adventure to be met
Childhood Is
running and hiding
peeking around blind corners
hoping you have been followed
Childhood Is
ducking and diving
dreaming of being in the best
football team in the world
and scoring the winning goal
in the Cup FInal
Childhood Is
being the perfect person
(or not being caught out
when you're not being
the perfect person)
Childhood Is
a mass of contradictions
you don't want to unravel
Childhood Is
a nice cosy bed,
clean sheets
and Mummy's kisses
poem by Len Webster
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And then the conditions of safety - or lack of safety - for teachers in public schools, and the disparity between public schools and private schools is shameful.
quote by Warren Beatty
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Childhood Is...
Childhood is hanging your pictures on the refrigerator, and tea parties you always have to cater.
Childhood is chasing butterflies and picking flowers,
playing with blocks and making towers.
Childhood is hating nap time,
and thinking everything is always MINE
Childhood is crayons and coloring books,
Playing hide and go seek in all the right nooks.
Childhood is falling asleep to your favorite lullaby,
wishing you had wings so you could soar into the sky.
Childhood is only crying over a scrapped knee,
or being stung by a bumble bee
Childhood is thinking boys have cooties,
or your mom making you wear itchy booties.
Childhood is ruining mommy's new leather,
and making friends and keeping them forever.
Childhood finally ends,
When you start to grow up,
And not having to drink out of a sippy cup
poem by Shenika Vermaak
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Heartaches come and go
Heartaches come and go
wounds that are left behind
scars the face of our life
every time!
One by one
they come out every month
scriptures and scribbles
tatooed upon the chest
of some daddy's little girl
Forced into the darkness,
of a cold and damp street
scorned out of her childhood
by a guardian of her life
Hard as a stone, she is
Covered with this indelible art
That sit's upon her heart
Like an eternal scar
Her body is covered in it
She tries to hide behind it
The shame of her livelihood
Her innocence and her screams
Her childhood and her dreams
Are still so very real
Safely stored behind
The façade of her being
Nick Kler
Confusion (two)
The drama of events
And suspense of life
Lead me to confusion
But my confusion is
Better than your stupidity
Through my knowledge
I can see my confusion clearly
As it is creative and methodical too.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Confusion
The silence in my heart has built a zombie of me.
The empteness has lert me an emotionless wreckage.
The confusion brings with it dread.
Making the fall even harder.
God life can be so cruel.
Confusion of the past.
Confusion of today.
And confusion of tommorrow.
I dont no my direction.
Even though I wonder far.
My direction has no direct way.
I'm lost dear lord.
I can't find my way.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Mmmm...I
The continued contact...
You meet someone...
You start to think...
Should I..or should I not...
And why do you think that?
Because it feels good...
To you all over...
The talk...
The touch...
The waiting...
That is so good...you think...
That you should not...
But at the same time...
You think that you should...
You are respected...
By the concern shown you...
Mist fills the spot...that's hot...
And it should not...
Or should it...
Just remember it's all good...
When you are respected...
Then maybe you should...
And would...If it was not only...
For that one night...
Or that one day...
That should, moment of play...
Relax...
Enjoy it in that way...
What does your inners say?
Well! what the hell...
Only your insides can really tell...
Being respected is swell...
But sometimes you just want to yelllllllllllll...
And...
Leave out the details...
Even the orange juice and toast...
whisperkwane
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