It is well for us that we are born babies in intellect. Could we understand half what mothers say and do to their infants, we should be filled with a conceit of our own importance, which would render us insupportable through life.
quote by Augustus Hare
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Major Congenital Anomalies (’Tis better to be dead but...)
A babe that’s born with brain anomalies;
With some inborn metabolic errors;
With chromosomal abnormalities;
’Tis better to be dead but...
Some babies with thoracopagus;
Some with spinal cord abnormalities;
Those with true hermaphroditism;
’Tis better to be dead but...
Some babies born of mothers infected;
Babies with teratogenicity;
Babies with just seal-like limbs:
’Tis better to be dead but...
Abortion is the treatment of choice then;
Yet, when babies are born accidentally,
Life on earth can be miserable to all;
’Tis better to be dead but...
And still such babies continue to be born
To faulty diagnoses antenatal;
Litigation may award money;
’Tis better to be dead but...
Yet, parents kill their healthy babes in womb;
Can abortion be ev’r justified then?
Such unborn have been killed without reason!
’Tis better to be live but...
Copyright by Dr John Celes 17-09-11
poem by John Celes
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Abortions on the Increase
The world kills babies by the millions;
What cruel hearts could love to kill their own?
The babies killed are wholesome and healthy;
But Nature kills just those who can’t survive.
The right to life is baby’s basic right;
To kill a new-born babe is not correct;
God sees the tears of unborn babies all;
The God of life will punish those who kill.
The guilt of abortion can wreck one’s life;
Some mothers have committed suicide;
What insane minds dare kill their unborn kids?
Though maimed, some fetuses are born alive!
No species kills its own within the womb;
The right to life is prime for all species;
All parents rear their young ones though deformed;
But man alone kills babies though well-formed!
Oh, won’t you stop such treacherous killing?
Breast cancer afflicts mothers who abort;
Abortions lead to more miscarriages;
Stop murder of unborn babies in womb.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-4-2008
poem by John Celes
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Mother Poems
We have Fathers Poems
Why not Mothers Poems?
Without our Mothers, we won't be born,
Without Mothers, We are so forlorn.
Babies, Mothers nurture,
And guide us in our future.
To Mothers everywhere,
Lovely poems, I do declare!
Online II
Unmarried fathers,
Unmarried mothers,
And, children are born left and right! !
But, who is now online?
Babies,
With unmarried fathers and unmarried mothers;
Babies,
With married fathers and married mothers;
But, this issue is now investigated with care,
Because, other accessibilities are now found at various locations!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Let The Baby Cry
Let your life compose a melody,
My baby is climbing trees by nine;
The meanings of a tree are finely spoken,
In silence is the music of solemn nature.
My child has special weeds and flowers,
The heart hurts from fear and burden,
Then disburden this baby in my arms
So fully that it is lightened and relieved.
Bend your head as well, when you see babies
Cry and fume with tears, the worshippers stand;
Come and understand this new religion I am in,
The babies and infants are also welcome.
poem by Naveed Akram
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How Infants Learn To Talk?
How infants understand things
And respond to our words
Is amazing!
Babies repeat the word they hear
In their mind frequently
And can remember some of them later!
Even six-months-old can utter words
And make simple sentences
In their mind
And understand them as well!
That’s why
Babies usually utter the first meaningful word
With their mouth when they are around one-year-old
And start saying many meaningful things
Within a very short time!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Only Son
All these babies are born
To the wrong kind of people
And I wish I had known
I was not good enough
Im the worst kind of son
Bringing shame to my family
And I know I have worn
My mothers heart out, believe me
I saw it
I saw it coming
All these things I have done
To my little little sister
When I try to support her
She dont believe
Why should she?
I mean, I hurt her
So goodbye, so long, Im gone already
Im running out of time
Im losing my mind
Wont you come take me home?
Wont somebody hold me?
All these babies are born
Like a field full of poppies
Whos gonna know which are torn?
I believe Ill soon leave the meadow
I see my shadow
I think Im losing my soul...
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Pukllay Festival Release Social Tensions
I sing song of life is theme harmony
inspired Andean festival of Pukllay
held in high Andes in month February
over a period of harmonious eight days
eight days singing and dancing
eight days to inspire social harmony
women dance dance with bundles
of maize grain fruit in your shawls
young mothers young mothers bundle
bundle in your infants bundle in life
dance with life your wide-eyed infants
infants learning who bounce wide-eyed
above maternal twirling and stamping
let women sing let men together sing sing
sing in two choirs sing sing back and forth
sing in festival time of whipping dances
sing in teasing sing hearts in love making
sing in time of release release release from
traditional restraints feel do express what
cannot be done expressed at all other times
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Our Children!
those brown skinned babies...
starving in Haiti, Africa,
and around the world.
laying dead victims
of bombing and gunfire...
are our children.
those white skinned,
black skinned babies,
born into the housing developments
and trailer parks,
into crackhead pill popping
poverty... those,
are our children too!
those blood stained babies,
found in desperate dumpsters,
our children, again.
those unborn babies,
born into hopeless situations,
or never to be born
into a world cold and hard...
our children too!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Disease Of Conceit
Theres a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people struggling tonight with the disease of conceit
Comes right down the highway, straight down the line
Rips into your senses, through your body and your mind
Nothing about it thats sweet
The disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts shaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Steps into your room, eats into your soul
Over your senses you have no control
Aint nothing too discreet
About the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people dying tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people crying tonight from the disease of conceit
Comes right outta nowhere and youre down for the count
From the outside world the pressure will mount
Turn you into a piece of meat
The disease of conceit
Conceit is a disease but the doctors got no cure
They done a lot of research on it but what it is theyre still not sure
Theres a whole lot of people in trouble tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people seein double tonight from the disease of conceit
If your delusions of grandeur and an evil eye
Give you the idea that youre too good to die
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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See Babies Crying
I see babies crying
For their older brothers
And no one will ever know
If they'll be home again.
But babies don't you cry
Dry those frosted eyes
Look up in the heavens and say
We need you GOD today.
I now hear babies talk
As they learn to walk
Unto two, as from four
Then they're sent to war
But babies don't you cry
Dry those frosted eyes
Look up to GOD and say
We need you Lord, today.
So babies don't you fear
No need - for a couple of years
So let's see a baby's smile
Until they turn to tears.
I hear babies cry
As they learn to die
No one will give a listen
No one will ask them why
For they are sent to school
Then they're learned to talk
Then they are given guns
Then they're told to walk.
I now see babies walking
As they carry guns
I don't see babies talking
For they're not having fun.
But babies don't you cry
Lets see a cherry face
Come on babies, smile
Filled with GOD's grace.
So babies don't you fear
No need for a couple of years
Let's see a precious smile
Then we'll see your tears.
For i know why babies die
I know why babies cry
I now know the answer is
No one asks them why.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Born In The U. S. A.
Born down in a dead mans town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog thats been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the u.s.a., I was born in the u.s.a.
I was born in the u.s.a., born in the u.s.a.
Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man
Born in the u.s..a....
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said son if it was up to me
Went down to see my v.a. man
He said son, dont you understand
I had a brother at khe sahn
Fighting off the viet cong
Theyre still there, hes all gone
He had a woman he loved in saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
Im ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run aint got nowhere to go
Born in the u.s.a., I was born in the u.s.a.
Born in the u.s.a., Im a long gone daddy in the u.s.a.
Born in the u.s.a., born in the u.s.a.
Born in the u.s.a., Im a cool rocking daddy in the u.s.a.
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Judgmental
Some say it’s a judgmental world, as judgment by others is hurled,
On people just like you and me, who choose to live life differently.
But where is all the judgment from, which they receive from some?
Is it from their own heart and mind, and are they just being unkind?
Men living a life with other men, a life which many others condemn,
As they live life just as they will, in a lifestyle, completely unnatural.
Women attracted to one another; not an example from their mother,
Or not a wholesome life for two, who profess to be as me and you.
Active sexual relations in youth, with teenage mothers as the proof,
From those teenage pregnancies, are mere children having families,
Young couples on a shaky course, not prepared, end up in divorce,
While young mothers live all alone, with no father to lead their home.
Some infants never make it there, aborted by those who do not care.
While some are given up in adoption, and thrown into another option,
With Gay couples then stepping in, to raise those babies deep in sin,
Raised in an alternate lifestyle, regarding God’s Truth, will hear denial.
And back to judgment of the world, by a Righteous God yet unfurled,
As a lot of judgment that men hear, is from The God others truly fear,
For by His Son of Righteousness, He will destroy man’s ungodliness,
Putting all godless ways to an end; not for a time, but, forever friend.
(Copyright ©09/2008)
Pessimism for Babies
When we are born, we hysteric'lly cry.
We scream—torn from the womb in discontent.
In death, it is said, we'll fin'lly learn why.
No matter the calmant the doctor tries,
A guttural growl bellows as we vent.
When we are born, we hysteric'lly cry.
We are helpless infants, forced to comply—
Forced to understand a life of torment.
In death, it is said, we'll fin'lly learn why.
Our faces beam bright red. We are untied—
Cut from the cord that provides nourishment.
When we are born, we hysteric'lly cry.
We are ripped out by our feet—held up high.
We hang there—exposed and indecent.
In death, it is said, we'll fin'lly learn why.
The saline streams of tears soak in our eyes.
The first moment of life makes us lament.
When we are born, we hysteric'lly cry.
In death, it is said, we'll fin'lly learn why.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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I thought about how mothers feed their babies with tiny little spoons and forks so I wondered, what do Chinese mothers use? Toothpicks?
quote by George Carlin
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We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect. The judgement of the intellect is only part of the truth.
Who Says 'My Faith is Best
Who says ‘My Faith Is Best'?
They don't recognize what that faith is
They don't feel what is 'Soul of Faith'...
They are illiterate in all faiths...
As there is no faith which is best!
There are faiths who respect every race as humans,
Respect even those who are faithless!
Faith is having real faith in mankind
As it never intends harming any one.
People don't curse others because they aren't like thems,
Helping humans in every case.
There are faiths that say that females are half human
Although they are born from mothers like men!
So they are born from half,
Thus they are half of the half.
How can you believe in those humans
And call them a faithful race?
They cover their women in very ugly ways
So they can't see even their god's sunrays.
It's as if they rose from graves
To teach others they have special faiths.
They want everyone to cover like thems.
Faiths are faiths—
Understand...faith in your own talented way.
Don't repeat what others echolalialy say;
Believe in yourself and create your own faith.
Your faith must be based on harming no one else
As everyone will one day be no more than vestige,
And find happiness by what you created and helped.
That is to say, you're a creator,
Proud to create your own faith;
That is from your own cardiac and brain cells
Stay and believe!
Winter 2008
poem by Sylva Portoian
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Revelations
The clock on the wall
ticks away my passing life.
Occasionally I think back
at all the things I have done.
Some were good, some were bad,
and some made people happy
filling them with laughter.
Some made people sad
and filled their moments with tears,
some made people angry
making them swear a lot.
Some things I’ve said
filled minds with love
showing someone cared.
Of course, everyone is like this
as we pass down
life’s long and winding road.
Some things we say we cannot take back
and were never meant to be said.
Some were born out of anger
and others born out of frustration,
but none were born out of jealousy
that can so often ruin lives.
Then I look towards the future
and see a half empty bowl
with bits and pieces still dwelling there within,
and realise I have to fill that bowl
with good things in my life.
2 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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An Oddity
I think that I shall never see
A thing as odd as eight baby
Eight baby from a single mother
Makes me roll my eyes- oh brother
Oh sister oh brother oh sister oh yeah
Mother looked like a Guernsey cow
Is there milk enough- I don't see how?
Eight colic'd infants wailing in the night-
Draw back, draw back- go fly a kite
Eight fitful babies screaming in duress-
Moved far away left no forwarding address
Eight poopy babies dragging two pound diapers
Went to the car wash and used the windshield wipers
Eight teething babies wrangling on the bed-
Picked up a gun and blew off her head.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Wishing And Willing..
When the baby kicks in the womb,
A few parents touch to have the kick,
Most mothers excited, while the fathers too,
A few miss this opportunity as not bothered to,
The crying of the babies never fails to wake up,
The loving hearts of the mother and father,
The crying of the mothers never fails to shaken up,
The young hearts of children, who see the rift,
Hearts of children love their mother,
As it listened to her beats day and night,
Hearts of children are attracted to the mother,
As she is the one, who listens to their blabber,
The crying of babies never fails to wake up the mother,
The crying of mothers never fails to shaken up the children.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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