The Children
The children are all crying in their pens
and the surf carries their cries away.
They are old men who have seen too much,
their mouths are full of dirty clothes,
the tongues poverty, tears like puss.
The surf pushes their cries back.
Listen.
They are bewitched.
They are writing down their life
on the wings of an elf
who then dissolves.
They are writing down their life
on a century fallen to ruin.
They are writing down their life
on the bomb of an alien God.
I am too.
We must get help.
The children are dying in their pens.
Their bodies are crumbling.
Their tongues are twisting backwards.
There is a certain ritual to it.
There is a dance they do in their pens.
Their mouths are immense.
They are swallowing monster hearts.
So is my mouth.
Listen.
We must all stop dying in the little ways,
in the craters of hate,
in the potholes of indifference-
a murder in the temple.
The place I live in
is a maze
and I keep seeking
the exit or the home.
Yet if I could listen
to the bulldog courage of those children
and turn inward into the plague of my soul
with more eyes than the stars
I could melt the darkness-
as suddenly as that time
when an awful headache goes away
or someone puts out the fire-
and stop the darkness and its amputations
and find the real McCoy
in the private holiness
of my hands.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Stop Look & Listen
I was walking down the street
Just the other day
I caught a glimpse
Of life vivid reality
I saw a man on the street
Had no clothes or shoes
These are signs of the times
Thats what they say
Everybody better
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
The prophets of the times
Are written on street car walls
Cant you see them crying
Cant you hear them call
Mother mother children still
Got to grow
Father father where do we go
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
Space age assures us life will
Go on
And everybody trying to believe
Forget the future
Think about right now
Somehow seem to be growing
Theme
Prophets of the times
Are written on street car walls
Cant you see them crying
Cant you hear them calling
Mother mother children still have
To grow
Father father where do we go
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
Space age assures us life will
Go on
Everybody trying to believe
Forget the future
Think about right now
Everybody better
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
Forget the future
Think about right now
Everybody better
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
Everybody better
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
Everybody better
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Listen My Children
listen to what i have to say
my children listen to what i have to say
i weep for you all the time
yes i do
i see and feel you your pain
so please stretch out your hand and ley me help you
let me light your way through the darkness leading you to happiness
listen to what i have to say
my children listen to what your father has to say
i want to rain my blessings down upon you
and heal you when ever you're ill
my children come to me don't stray to the wrong path
what i can give you is more precious than gold or anything else
and that is a fact
my children listen to my voice
i love you
i care for you
i'll never leave you
i'm always here for you
listen! listen to what i am saying i'mwaiting for you my children
poem by Candice Freeman
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And the children died
And the children died.
Our children kept dying.
Then our childrens child
picked up the struggle,
and they died.
Whether in Belfast, palestine, chile,
or Iraq. They, our children died.
When moneyed powered barons
enjoin to force their farce of alien
thoughts upon a righteous people
our children die.
They, our children continued to fight
and to die.Their bodies piled up.
Sorrow became our life, the blood from
their wounds glistens always in our eyes,
and they our children fight.
Whilst we listen to politicans imploring
us to accept their just peace.
And the children died...
WHY
poem by Johnoe Mc Guckin
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Welcome To The World
Youre through gestation so welcome to the world
Weve still got vacancies just waiting to be filled
Were still delivering ten thousand souls a day
And disproportionately packing them away
The starving of the multitudes and the feeding of the few
Were only humanoid theres nothing we can do
You must do something or well all go up in smoke
Wed like to help but were afraid of losing votes
They never listen to you
They never listen to your cries
Were not progressing were only marking time
Youre on your own
Think of your children
Think of your children
Are they welcome to the world?
If every chinaman jumped up and down in sync
Then california would be sucked into the drink
Youve all got bodies and a few of you got minds
Wed like to juse them but we never get the time
Though mans achievements are a credit to us all
How come were stading with our backs against the wall?
One thousand congressmen assemble every day
Theyll send us packing on a dreadlock holiday
Theyll never listen to you
Theyll never listen to your cries
Theyll keep on talking and wasting precious time
Youre on your own
Think of your children
Think of your children
Look to your children
Theyre only children
Are they welcome to the world?
song performed by by 10 Cc
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A Song for Iraq
Listen, people are crying
Listen, bombs are raining
Listen, missiles are pounding
Fires are spreading
Houses are burning
People are running.
Listen, mothers are screaming
Listen, children are dying
Listen, soldiers are bleeding
Death is growing
Hate is rising
Where are we heading?
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho,
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.
_____________________
(written at the 9th day of bombing April 2002)
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Surfin'
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
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Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip
Bom bom dit di dit dip
Bom bom dit di dit dip
Bom bom dit di dit dip
I got up this mornin' turned on my radio
I was checkin' on the surfin' scene
To see if i would go
And when the dj tells me that the surfin' is fine
That's when i know my baby and i will have a good time
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
From the early morning to the middle of the night
Any time the surf is up the time is right
And when the surf is down and things get lazy
We'll do the surfer's stomp that's when the surfers go crazy
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
Now the dawn is breaking and we really gotta go
But we'll be back here very soon that you better know
You know my surfer knots are rising and my board is losing wax
(yeah yeah hey now)
But that won't stop me baby cause you know i'm coming back
Surfin' is the only life
The only way for me.
Now surf, surf (surfin') with me
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
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Surfin' is the only life the only way for me
Now come on pretty baby and surf with me
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
Bom bom dit di dit dip (surfin')
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song performed by by Beach Boys
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3 Leaf Loser
BITING THE HAND THAT FEEDS YOU
LYING TO THE VOICE INSIDE
REACH OUT TO BEG FOR SOMETHING
THIS LIFE IS A LESSON
TAKE WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN
FEEDING ON SELF DESTRUCTION
WAITING TO EXPLODE AGAIN
NO SIGN OF RESOLUTION
THIS LIFE IS A LESSON
TAKE WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN
YOU DON'T NEED DIRECTION TO FIND YOUR WAY
DON'T YOU LISTEN TO YOURSELF NOW AND AGAIN
KILLING TIME
KILLING YOUR MIND OVER MATTER
STOP AND LISTEN TO YOURSELF NOW
BEND ME BEFORE I BREAK DOWN
DYING TO BE FREE WITHIN
IT'S NOT HOW YOU'D LIKE TO SEE IT
THIS LIFE IS A LESSON
TAKE WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN
FORCING YOUR SELF SOLUTION AS YOU FALL INTO LINE AGAIN
WHEN WILL I FIND THE ANSWERS
THIS LIFE IS A LESSON
TAKE WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN
YOU DON'T NEED DIRECTOIN TO FIND YOUR WAY
DON'T YOU LISTEN TO YOURSELF NOW AND AGAIN
KILLING TIME
KILLING YOUR MIND OVER MATTER
STOP AND LISTEN TO YOURSELF NOW
FALLING TO THE GROUND
LEFT FACE DOWN AS I RECALL THE MIRROR'S UGLY GLARE
(REPEAT 3X)
YOU DON'T NEED DIRECTION TO FIND YOUR WAY
DON'T YOU LISTEN TO YOURSELF NOW AND AGAIN
KILLING TIME
KILLING YOUR MIND OVER AMTTER
STOP AND LISTEN TO YOURSELF NOW
song performed by by 12 Stones
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Song: The Cries of Today’s Children
I hear the cries of children,
Of children of the world; I Singer
The unwanted and unlucky,
The orphans and of streets!
I hear the cries of children,
Of children who want love;
The illiterate, sick, handicapped; II Singer
Poor, without any sheets!
I hear the cries of children,
Of children that must work; I Singer
To earn while young for family,
Have no place, time to play!
I hear the cries of children,
Of children war-ravaged;
Who know not what is joy in life, II Singer
Living in squalor, strife!
Let’s make this world for children,
A better place to live; I&II Singers together
With encouragement, dignity, * 2 times
And all love, we can give.
(
poem by John Celes
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Writing The Words
I’m writing this at your funeral.
As I watch all the people in tears.
I wish I could join them,
But I know I have to be strong.
I’m writing this on my hand,
No paper to get it down on.
I want to remember your funeral,
So I’m writing this to honour you.
I’m writing the thoughts that pop into my head,
Making sure they are only the best.
I have to remember,
Because I couldn’t live with myself if I ever forgot.
I’m writing this at your funeral,
As people dropp flowers onto your coffin.
I stand up to dropp my own,
Blue, unlike the others, because I know it’s your favourite.
I’m writing this through the ceremony,
Because if I listen to the words I’ll cry.
And I know I can’t, for you,
I have to keep it together.
I’m writing the words I want to say,
To make people remember how much love you gave.
Because I want them to know,
How much of it you gave to me.
So, I’m writing this at your funeral,
To stop myself from shedding a tear.
I’m writing this at your funeral,
So that I never ever forget you.
poem by Rachel Brewer
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The Teeth Of The Pen!
When the teeth of the pens are shown,
The pleasantness spread through the spine,
The buds in the mind excitedly bloom in thrill,
The readers close their mouth to smile.
The eyes are drowned and the leaking in the nostrils,
Change in the clime is noticed and the body gets stiff,
Sudden mood change advocates truth and prophesy,
When the teeth of the pens bite the tongues.
The rise in body heat and the heart tries to gallop,
The removal of green house materials from the top,
The sun may rise in the brain to chase away the dark,
When the teeth of the pens poke the hearts of the pages.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Beside Me Where You Should Be
stop with suicide
start with love
stop all the dying
end all the crying
im tired of hearing that
im tired of hearing this
i want all of you to stop death-wishing
so my mind will be empty of stress
the anxiety gets worse
the worry is more
for you say in life
we all ignore
when im still here
i'll listen my dear
your'e never alone
for with my heart you always have a home
so whipe your tears
forget your fears
baby im here
dont worry my dear
walk out of the darkness
and into the light
dont be another fallen angel
in my eyes it wont be right
so if no other purpose
live for me
for what i can see
thats enough to be
alive
enough to desire life inside
for im the hero
of the self-righteous suicide epidemic
im trying to change this world in a blink of an eye
im trying to make life something you would pick
be patient my love
i dont wana see you above
but beside me
is where you should be
not on suicidal lane
not going insane
just rite here with me
is where u should be
poem by Michelle Sheppard
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Gayas Eyes
Gayas crying, cant you hear her crying
Like a whisper, oh so very soft and low
If you listen, underneath the status quo
Will she still be friends and once again
Pardon our ignorance?
Can we make ammends so near the end?
Is there no second chance?
No one hears when gaya cries
No one cares to wonder why
Cant they see the tears in gayas eyes?
Gayas crying (yes she is)
Selfish children, greedy little children
Took her loving and gave her nothing in return
Like invaders, everything is slash and burn
Count up every face and every race
That we will never see
Count the human ache we cant escape
The tears are for you and me
As her lovely green eyes
Turn black
And her pretty blue dress
Turn black
And her gentle red lips
Turn black
Everything that she has
Turn black
And is it too late?
Turn back
Is it too late?
Turn back
Is it too late?
No facts of life, no birds and bees
Cant see the forest, cant see the trees
Oh pitiful capricious lies
That hide the tears in gayas eyes
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Stop, Look And Listen
I was walking down the street
just the other day
I caught a glimpse
of life vivid reality
I saw a man on the street
had no clothes or shoes
these are signs of the times
that's what they say
Everybody better
stop look and listen
stop look and listen
stop look and listen
to your heart
The prophets of the times
are written on the street car walls
can't you seem them crying
can't you hear them call
Mother mother children still
got to grow
father father where do we go
Stop look and listen
stop look and listen
stop look and listen
to your heart
Space age assures us life will
go on
and everybody trying to believe
forget the future
think about right now
somehow seem to be the growing
theme
Prophets of the times
are written on the street car walls
can't you seem them crying
can't you hear them calling
Mother mother children still have
to grow
father father where do we go
Repeat chorus
Space age assures us life will
go on
and everybody trying to believe
forget the future
think about right now
Repeat chorus
Space age assures us life will
go on
and everybody trying to believe
forget the future
think about right now
Repeat chorus
Forget the future
think about right now
Repeat chorus
repeat chorus
repeat chorus
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Our Children
A baby sitter who can’t stand kids
A drunken father slaps his children around
A drug addict mother who sleeps and does nothing but get high
A sister who never comes home in time to protect the small ones
Our children are here on this earth to be loved
Not to be abused and used as slaves
Our children are not punching bags or our slaves
Stop the abuse against the innocent children
These children will grow up to be just like you
Our children need us to love them
The older siblings stand between the you and the younger ones
So stop all the abuse
The children need to be taken care of
All you parents out there listen to me
Heed my warning because your children will grow up to hate you
Stop all the abuse against the future of this world
poem by Jessica Roberts
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Sonnet- O Listen To...
O listen to the songs, so sweet of Birds;
0 listen to the sea-waves hitting shore;
0 listen to the noise of trampling herds;
0 listen to the breeze that slams the door.
0 listen to the animals all wild;
0 listen to the Wind that howls and screams;
0 listen to the cries of orphaned child;
0 listen to the shrieks of ghosts in dreams.
0 listen to the beggar asking alms;
0 listen to the noises made by Science;
0 listen to the children clapping palms;
0 listen to God-given Conscience.
0 listen within you and hear God's call;
The Holy Spirit dwells in good souls- all.
poem by John Celes
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Listen To The Rain
(Rain)
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen listen
Listen to each drop of rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Whispering secrets in rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Frantically searching for someone to hear
That story be more than it hides
Please don't let go
Can't we stay for a while?
It's just to hard to say goodbye
Listen to the rain
Aa...ah
Listen listen listen listen listen listen to the rain
Weeping
Oo...ooh oooh ooh oo...ooh
Oo...ooh oooh oh oh
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen
I stand alone in the storm (listen listen)
Suddenly sweet words take hold
(Listen listen)
Hurry they stay for you haven't much time
Open your eyes to the love around you
You can feel youre alone
But I'm here still with you
You can do what you dream
Just remember to listen to the rain
oo...ooh oh oh oh oh
ooh ooh oh oh oooh
Listen
song performed by by Evanescence
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Be Young You
The tongues of some men are made of metal
The tongues of some men are made of oil
But the keeper of those men never rolled
Their tongues for anybodys free ride but his own
Now the oily tongues are thirsty for black gold.
But the old men are going to bed
Theyll be sleeping through the future
And the children red with fire
They got to move away the old mans rusty beds.
Now the tongue, the tongue of a master
That should be laughter - with dancing legs
Like a flying wheel for the weak and sad man
Some tongues of man are made of silence
And your eyes will listen.
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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Listen!
Listen!
Can't you hear them?
You don't know what your missing
A birds chirp, a Bees hum.
Listen!
Can't you hear them?
Children's laughter hark!
Playing In the park.
Listen!
Can't you hear them?
A lovers sigh
Never to deny.
Listen!
Can't you hear them?
Old folk words
Wisdom and life's tales
Listen!
Can't you hear me?
Heart crying
Soul flying
Listen!
poem by Robert Green
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Melt Your Heart, Lord
In your presence
I can feel your comfort
I know that when i come to you in prayer
You'll listen to my pleas
Touching me in the stillness of the night
Melt your heart Lord
When people are at their lowest point
When children cry because their parents are gone
When sickness comes in the night
And they have nobody to turn to but you
Just melt your heart, Lord
When nobody cares for the old and lonely
To their anguish and pain
Hungry and dying in misery
Leaving a memory of yesterday's glory
Melt your heart, Lord
For the mothers out there
Longing for the return of their wayward children
Hooked in drugs, swayed by sweet tongues
To come back into their loving embrace
And my heart spills with your wonder
Because i know that you are always there
The very center of your warm and passionate heart
Has melted and comforted me
Your presence have envelop me once again
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Mother Sky
Oh great mother of the sky
Hear your children’s cries
They have been taken away
By non tribal hands
To a place far from your eyes
Taken off of federal land
Your children now cry for you
Eighteen of your children missing
Their spirits grow weak
Has they are together trying to reach you
Wishing to be back home
Under your watchful eyes
Oh great mother of the sky
Hear your people’s cries
We wish to have our family
And our friends back home
Investigations continues for your children
The eighteen that are missing
Photograph taken of the site
Now are missing as well
Eighteen children missing
From our holy cemetery
Help us find your missing children
Whose tribe looks endlessly for them
We want them back home
Here in Kingman Arizona
Home of the Hualpai tribe
poem by Davina Vanessa Rivas
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