With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.
quote by Isadora Duncan
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Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.
quote by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Sweet Sixteen, Welcome to Motherhood
The little boys of the hood
Introduced her to Motherhood
Is that good?
Sweet Sixteen, Sweet Sixteen
Welcome to Motherhood
Put on the tape and press rewind
Can you see what was on their minds?
Their quick fun release
Became your infectious disease
Sweet Sixteen, Sweet Sixteen
Welcome to Motherhood
Now is about money and food
Keeping warm with firewood
A young mother in a daughter
She’s got no more time to be rude
The little boys of the hood
Introduced her to Motherhood
If only she understood
They still go to school
She doesn’t!
Who's the fool?
2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Bright Sunny Day
If you wake up in the morning light
Something doesn't seem
or know is right
Lay back and let your feeling show
Come on and let the people know
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Just ?? money
Your baby ??
??
Now come on boys,??
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
Bad news is just an excuse
Get down and
let yourself keep loose
Go on and live for tomorrow
So much spent today in sorrow
Oh, that's the price that you pay
Oh, that's the price that you pay.
song performed by by Neil Young
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My 3 J's
My oldest son
Motherhood so new
I learn as he grows
My middle son
Motherhood a little easier
I learn as he grows
My youngest son
Motherhood a breeze
I learn as he grows
My 3 J's have made me a mother, mother - in - law and grandmother
With love and forgivness I have learned
Everything is new
Never a little eaiser
Not always a breeze
With my 3 J's
I continue to learn as they grow
poem by Sheila Cooper
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The Price That You Pay
If you wake up in the morning light
Something doesnt seem or know is right
Lay back and let your feeling show
Come on and let the people know
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Just ____________________ money
Your baby _______________________
________________________________
Now come on boys, ________________
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
Bad news is just an excuse
Get down and let yourself keep loose
Go on and live for tomorrow
So much spent today in sorrow
Oh, thats the price that you pay
Oh, thats the price that you pay.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Bravado
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
If we burn our wings
Flying too close to the sun
If the moment of glory
Is over before its begun
If the dream is won --
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price,
But we will not count the cost
When the dust has cleared
And victory denied
A summit too lofty
River a little too wide
If we keep our pride --
Though paradise is lost
We will pay the price,
But we will not count the cost
And if the music stops
Theres only the sound of the rain
All the hope and glory
All the sacrifice in vain
[and] if love remains
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price,
But we will not count the cost
song performed by by Rush
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My Glory Is Not The Glory of God
MY GLORY IS NOT THE GLORY OF G-D
My glory is not the glory of G-d
I do not know what the glory of God is-
I do not know my own glory.
Glory glory glory
What’s glory?
We are small lost souls in a space and time so far beyond us
It is difficult to imagine
Even God knows how to deal with it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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World
I turn sideways to the sun
Keep my thoughts from everyone
Its a jungle, Im a freak
Hear me talk, but never speak
So Im stepping out of time
Because breaking is a crime
And it may all be too late
But Ive no passion for this hate
Thats the price of love (thats the price of love)
Can you feel it (can you feel it)
If we could buy it now (thats the price of love)
How long would it last (thats the price of love)
And when this building is on fire
These flames cant burn any higher
I turn sideways to the sun
And in a moment I am gone
Thats the price of love (thats the price of love)
Can you feel it (can you feel it)
If we could buy it now (thats the price of love)
How long would it last (thats the price of love)
Thats the price of love (thats the price of love)
Can you feel it (can you feel it)
If we could buy it now (thats the price of love)
How long would it last (thats the price of love)
song performed by by New Order
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Kya kahna (What to tell)
She was as innocent as water
And fell in love with a romantic hero.
He won one more feather to his cap.
She lost her only feather to his trap.
He is a hunter. She is a hunted.
What mercy could exude from a hunter?
A Viswamithra he became. A thrown
Out Meneka, she stood resolute.
She wanted not to eat a humble pie.
She wanted not to emulate Kunti.
She wanted to retain her motherhood.
Against all the law and all the ethics.
A monument her child might come,
That would humble him to fall at her feet,
Which she wanted, and rejected outright
To marry the former lover she shunned.
Murder not the motherhood
If moral or immoral.
Reject not the beloved
If a virgin or a victim.
Then would rebound the motherhood.
Then refined would be the beloved
[an abstract of a Hindi movie]
04.09.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Somebody Touched Me
(first release, live version portsmouth, england, september 24, 2000traditional, arranged by bob dylan)
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!
Would you please welcome columbia recording artist bob dylan.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
While I was praying, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
Well, it was on a sunday, somebody touched me,
It was on a sunday, somebody touched me,
It was on a sunday, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Glory, glory, glory, somebody touched me,
Must have been the hand of the lord.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The Divinity
While we saw the divinity to be pleased with,
The king of demands was set against the dread
And the fear of a motherhood of evil,
So much praise was then absent.
We pardoned the people, and then the tyrant
Of displeasure, of deceit, of lies and idolatry.
The real price for disobedience hung for men,
And women and children stung from wasps,
Feeling the houses of depravity, and their luxury
After so much suffering was lifted.
poem by Naveed Akram
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My price is five dollars for a miniature on ivory, and I have engaged three or four at that price. My price for profiles is one dollar, and everybody is willing to engage me at that price.
quote by Samuel Morse
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Whatever the price, identify it now. What will you have to go through to get where you want to be? There is a price you can pay to be free of the situation once and for all. It may be a fantastic price or a tiny one - but there is a price.
quote by Harry Browne
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Small price to pay
Small price
Small price
Small price to pay
That all you say
Sending all the children to war
Tell us it will all be ok
Say they will come back two year this day
Small price to pay
They will be ok
They will be ok
Why is that all you say
You dig a pit in our hearts
Fill it up with lies
And seal it up
And seal it up
Why cant you tell us were they really are
Were they really are
Were they really are
If it a small price to pay
Send your children out in play
It that a price your willing to pay
Will you let your children stay
Our is that to big a price to pay
poem by Carlos Cardona
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The Price You Pay
(bruce springsteen)
You make up your mind, you choose the chance you take
You ride to where the highway ends and the desert breaks
Out on through an open road you ride until the day
You learn to sleep at night with the price you pay
Now with their hands held high, they reached out for the open skies
And then with their last breath
They built the roads they would ride to their deaths
Driving on through the night unable to break away
>from the restless pull of the price you pay
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay
Now theyve come so far and theyve waited so long
Just to end up caught in a dream where everything goes wrong
Where the dark of night holds back the light of the day
And you gotta stand and fight for the price you pay
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay
Little girl down on the strand
With that pretty little baby in your hands
Do you remember the story of the promised land
How he crossed the desert sands
And could not enter the chosen land
On the banks of the river he stayed
To face the price you pay
So let the games start
You better run you little wild heart
You can run through all the nights and all the days
But just across the county line
A stranger passin through put up a sign
That counts so many fallen away
To the price you pay,
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you cant walk away from the price you pay
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory, glory to, glory to,
The new born King...
Glory, glory, glory, glory, glory...
Glory to the new born King
Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new born King
Peace on earth and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled
Joyful all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the skies
With angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem
Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new born King
Glory, glory, glory, (oh yeah) glory, glory
Glory to the new born King
Glory (glory) glory, (yeah) glory, glory...
Glory...
Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory... Glory...
Hail! the heaven-born Prince of Peace; Hail the son of Righteousness
Light and life to all He brings, risen with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by, born that man, no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth, born to give them second birth
Hark! the herald angels sing, Glory to the new born...
[Ad Libs]
song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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Womanhood in Tantra
The nudity is not an obscenity.
The nudity either in arts or in person
Is neither moral nor immoral.
To be naked is to be unashamed
And is in the realization of
The bodily perfection and no more.
There must be no shame in the viewers’ eyes.
Femininity and sexuality
And motherhood are the female’s identity.
It is the male’s gaze that shapes a woman.
Breasts are motherhood; hips are fecundity.
She is the soil where men’s seed are grown.
Face and limbs represent femininity.
In Tantra, woman is all in all.
31.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Son can be a rival/.
I taught my son lessons on singing
And made him with my sweats a great singer.
Sons’ glory is fathers’ glory.
His glory is my glory.
His wings spread and mine shrunk.
People thronged around him and spared me.
They didn’t say he was the great;
They said I was no where near him.
His glory is not my glory;
Sons’ glory is not fathers’ glory.
Can there be two heroes in a play?
Should he outlive me in the posterity?
He is my rival, no more a son.
11.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mindless Child Of Motherhood
Ive been traveling a long time,
To be just where you are.
In dreams I have seen you,
But you are so very far.
How long must I travel on,
To be just where you are?
How long must I travel on,
To be just where you are?
I was your friend,
I was a fool,
I feel for you, though were far apart.
I see your face,
Lost without trace,
I see your mind, just an empty space.
Mindless child of motherhood,
You have lost the thing thats good.
Mindless child of motherhood,
You have lost the thing thats good.
I know that its not fair,
To bare a bastard son,
But why do you hide there,
When we could have shared a love?
How long must I travel on,
To be just where you are?
How long must I travel on,
To be just where you are?
I was your friend,
I was a fool,
I feel for you, though were far apart.
I see your face,
Lost without trace,
I see your mind, just an empty space.
Mindless child of motherhood,
You have lost the thing thats good.
Mindless child of motherhood,
You have lost the thing thats good.
To me.
song performed by by Kinks
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For All Mothers
any other presence
in the kitchen is a threat
to her empire...
none knows her pots and pans
and the purpose they're for
except herself...
cooking is her forte,
she believes; none can be
as good at it as her
she can't relish what others cook
to her, she is the ultimate!
pain she gulps
smiles she shares
doctor, she never needs
for nothing can touch her
is her belief...
slightest bruise
mildest pain
on others is
what she can't tolerate!
condemned to glorification
trapped in stereotype
motherhood, she is a victim
of utopian motherhood!
ode to one's mother
is ode to every mother
nurtured and reared
on the fact that women
cease to be human
once they're mothers!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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