The absent are like children, helpless to defend themselves.
quote by Charles Reade
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Helpless
There is a town in north ontario
Dream comfort memory despair
And in my mind I still need a place to hide
All my changes were there
Blue blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the skies
Casting shadows in our eyes
Leave us helpless helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless they leave me now
Helpless helpless helpless
Blue blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
They leave us
Helpless helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless they leave me now
Helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless they leave me now
(neil young)
Copyright warner/chappell
song performed by by Nazareth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Helpless
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
I thought about it but I couldnt think of what to say
But I thought about it anyway.......yeah
I tried to tell you what you mean to me
But it didnt come so easily..........no
I never reckoned
For more than a second
Just how it would be on my own
Id be helpless, without you
Id be helpless, without you
The dawn that calls beyond the night
Tells its old story.
The shadows fade into the light
In all its glory.
Helpless
Helpless baby Im a helpless
Helpless baby
Im a helpless
If I could put a good shine on the past
Do you think that we could make it last - oh yeah
Seems to mind the time goes fast
I wonder if the vote is cast
Now that you mention it,
Got my attention
I quite clearly blew me away
Id be helpless, without you
Id be helpless, without you
The dawn that calls beyond the night
Tells its old story.
The shadows fade into the light
In all its glory.
Helpless
Helpless baby Im a helpless
Helpless baby
Im a helpless, without you
Id be helpless, without you
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Helpless
Helpless government
Helpless people
Helpless time
Helpless space.
How are you
please come and
show me your face
Come alone
To receive grace.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Insipid 2000
should I defend you for who you are?
the laws are changed and useless!
on their way to a deserted town
where empty windows wave goodbye
a helpless excuse, a falling reality
I'm changed by the shock
and the weight of the punch
a helpless excuse, a falling reality
ragments of a futile being
a puzzle to the noble ones
ignorant and pitiless they stride
the world around me -
spartanic, minimalistic
a helpless excuse, a falling reality
the large scale plan that once where
you've now drained from life
a helpless excuse, a falling reality
wo knows the proper reasons
why it all begins and ends?
ignorant and pitiless they stride
"you are but a form",
the clean, harsh silence passes
"genuine" visions by the noble
ones for the noble ones
song performed by by In Flames
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Absent From Routine
Absent but not of mind.
Too protective of precious consciousness,
Peace of mind and happiness.
Absent from nonsense.
Professed and not guessed.
And not seeking any to find.
To torment like the rest.
Absent from routine,
And thoughts of wasting time.
Absent from props used for chaos.
And those creating it to market!
As if this is a goldmine.
And the grease of sleaze,
Is there to slop it not stop it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Defending
Defend the country with all your truth,
Special worshipping is satisfactory for us;
The reality has begun, the drums have sounded
Like trumpets commanding armies, filling skies
And lands with brilliant laughter, without the lying.
May this country be with you as a commander,
Forces are not absent now that you have come.
Arrive now to beat the drums forever in march.
This year we are straight, selling cells of our body,
Cheerful in thought and talent.
The destruction looks skilled by the ones who
Give lessons to the children of War.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Baton Rouge
When I think of you baton rouge
I think of a mariachi band
I think of sixteen and a crisp green football field
I think of a girl I never had
When I think of you baton rouge
I think of a back seat in a car
Windows are foggy and so are we
As the police asked for our i.d.
So helpless
So helpless
Ooohhh, ooohhh, so helpless
Ooohhh, so helpless
Ooohhh, so helpless
So helpless
Well I once had a car lost it in a divorce
The judge was a woman of course
She said give her the car and the house and your taste
Or else I set the trial date
So now when I think of you baton rouge
And the deep southern belles with their touch
I wonder where love ends and hate starts to blush
In the fields in the swamps in the rush
In the terra-cotta cobwebs of your mind
When did you start seeing me as a spider spinning web
Of malicious intent and you as poor, poor me
At the fire at the joint, this disinterred and broken mount
In the bedroom in the house where we were unmarried
So helpless, so helpless
So helpless
So helpless, so helpless
So helpless
When was I the villain in your heart
Putting the brake on your start
You slapped my face and cried and screamed
Thats what marriage came to mean
The bitterest ending of a dream
You wanted children and I did not
Was that what it was all about
You might get a laugh when you hear me shout
You might get a laugh when you hear me shout
I wish I had
So helpless, so helpless
So helpless
So helpless, so helpless
So helpless
Sometimes when I think of baton rouge
I see us with two and a half strapping sons
One and a half flushed daughters preparing to marry
And two fat grandsons I can barely carry
Daddy, uncle, family gathered there for grace
A dog in a barbecue pit goes up in space
The dream recedes in the morning with a bad aftertaste
And Im back in the big city worn from the race of the chase
What a waste
So thanks for the card the announcement of child
And I must say you and sam look great
Your daughters gleaming in that -
- white wedding dress with pride
Sad to say I could never bring that to you that wide smile
So I try not to think of baton rouge
Or of a, of a, of a mariachi band
Or of sixteen and a crisp green football field
And the girl, and the girl I never had
So helpless, so helpless
So helpless
So helpless, so helpless
So helpless
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Once Children Are Rifting
Once children are rifting
Mom tries to mend
She mends and mends and mends
Until she is powerless, it’s out of her hand
Once children are rifting
She still stands brave
For imaginative path
Uncontrolled it rift away
She dips into tears helpless
Once children are rifting
She pours tears immobilized
Asking God `` Set My Children Together``
Emotional and agonizing she converse
There are my children intelligent or disobedient
Still there are my children.Oh God!
Once children are rifting
It’s very unbearable and painful affair
For a mom to familiarity the moment
Still she stands next to them to mend till her
sky-scraping strength fade``Deceased``
poem by Ezna Stephna
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Our Absent Friends
We often speak about
the fun we used to have
whenever we retrace our memories,
remembering our absent friends.
We remember our growing years,
the smiles on our faces
and the funny things we did
with our absent friends.
As the years roll on their way
and age creeps up on us
we sometimes like to reflect
on our long gone absent friends.
The flower of youth has withered,
but the flower never died.
It is still locked in our memory
when we remember our absent friends.
1 July 2012
poem by David Harris
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Children Are Rifting!
Once children are rifting
Mom tries to mend
She mends and mends and mends
Until she is powerless, it's out of her hand
Once children are rifting
She still stands brave
For imaginative path
Uncontrolled it rift away
She dips into tears helpless
Once children are rifting
She pours tears immobilized
Asking God …. `` Set My Children Together``
Emotional and agonizing she converse…
There are my children …… intelligent or disobedient
Still there are my children.Oh God!
Once children are rifting
It's very unbearable and painful affair
For a mom to familiarity the moment
Still she stands next to them to mend till her
sky-scraping strength fade..........``Deceased``
(26th August 2011)
poem by Ezna Stephna
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The selfishness
Weak and helpless, she got helps from neighbors.
Abandoned though she was by her children,
She left all her assets to her children and
Showed to the world the strength of selfishness.
15.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Found In Our Treasured Constitution
Oh...
Today those enraged,
Have become engaged...
With those displaying their outrage.
As they publicly defend their craze.
With excuses made,
About their accepted way of life.
One that incenses the activation of division...
That spreads like a cancer,
To have no ending in sight.
Although they are responsible for conflicts incited,
Like children they are...
Denying they've started any fights.
And yet those who are observing the initiation of all of this...
Do not wish to admit,
They've been influenced by those given microphones...
To air their 'beefs',
That victimizes those innocent.
Oh...
Today those enraged,
Have become engaged...
With those displaying their outrage.
As they publicly defend their craze.
'We have the right to defend,
Any unrest that we begin.
And 'that' can be found in our treasured constitution.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Grown Folks Skin
It is not okay,
To say what you wish...
About another.
Then decide from your lips,
When and what you have said...
Should be dismissed.
There are too many children,
In grown folks skin.
Believing irresponsibility,
Is alright to defend.
It isn't.
Nor is one's refusal,
To be held accountable.
It is not okay,
To say what you wish...
About another.
Then decide from your lips,
When and what you have said...
Should be dismissed.
As if feelings aren't connected to it.
There are too many children,
In grown folks skin.
Believing irresponsibility,
Is alright to defend.
It isn't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Breathless
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!!
My control
That's what you take from me
Damned my soul
And you won't let me be
Stop me in my tracks, there's no looking back
I can't see (no)
It's much too late
I feel great
You take my breath away
You leave me breathless
You got me helpless
You take my breath away
You leave me breathless
You got me helpless
You take my breath away
Inside-out, that's how she turns my head
All my doubts are never put to bed
She's got me runnin' blind, never think I'll find sanity (oh)
Hyperventilate, nothing's a in her place
She takes my breath away
And leaves me breathless
Yes I'm so helpless
She takes my breath away
You leave me breathless
I'm so helpless
You take my breath away
You take me if I breath
And never let me know
You cast a spell on me, and you don't let me go go go go go
You leave me breathless
You got me helpless
You take my breath away
You leave me breathless
I'm so helpless
You take my breath away
You leave me breathless (oh, oh)
You leave me breathless
I'm breathless, breathless
You leave me breathless
Leave me breathless!
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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A test of a people is how it behaves toward the old. It is easy to love children. Even tyrants and dictators make a point of being fond of children. But the affection and care for the old, the incurable, the helpless are the true gold mines of a culture.
quote by Abraham Joshua Heschel
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Donald and Rosie
Give it up!
You have both been trained,
And housebroken.
Brats who receive attention...
Like excrement unflushed,
Offer selfishness a feast
Maturity will never recognize
When two like you
Defend and persist in childish displays!
Give it up!
Your rants do not heighten your influence,
That frightens and stinks at the core!
Your use of media does nothing
To excite, uplift or enlighten those poor!
Or those who choose to ignore schoolyard antics!
There are children younger than you...
Losing their lives to defend what you do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Those Who Believe They Are Ageless
The streets are full with aging teenagers.
And those who believe they are ageless!
Irresponsible and socializing their whims.
Those who can not get enough of 'happy hour'...
24/7 and some!
Those are the ones who befriend their children,
With a lack of parenting and a breakdown of discipline!
Those are the ones who confront teachers,
To defend their disrespecting children...
As if that is an honor to show up,
After their offspring have been tossed out!
And those are the ones shouting the loudest.
They can not understand why their children aren't learning!
Those are the ones...
Who do not listen.
But argue their voices aren't being heard!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Experience with a Crazy Old Woman...
at the first glance
an old woman
well dressed
does not appear to
be what she really is:
insane
perhaps because of too much sorrow
over land
or perhaps she cannot accept
the reality
of children leaving finally
old mothers
she talked a lot
and we all compromised out of respect
for old age
wisdom is obviously
absent
she had become a pestering parrot
a hissing snake
a shouting monkey
we called the police to throw her out
we all look at ourselves
freed from all guilt
we no longer wonder
what children are for...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When a father, absent during the day, returns home at six, his children receive only his temperament, not his teaching.
quote by Robert Bly
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Hymn 23 part 1
Absent from the body, and present with the Lord.
2 Cor. 5:8.
Absent from flesh! O blissful thought!
What unknown joys this moment brings!
Freed from the mischiefs sin has brought,
From pains, and fears, and all their springs.
Absent from flesh! illustrious day!
Surprising scene! triumphant stroke
That rends the prison of my clay;
And I can feel my fetters broke.
Absent from flesh! then rise, my soul,
Where feet nor wings could never climb,
Beyond the heav'ns, where planets roll,
Measuring the cares and joys of time.
I go where God and glory shine,
His presence makes eternal day:
My all that's mortal I resign,
For angels wait and point my way.
poem by Isaac Watts
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