Cry
Don't you cry
My little girl,
Mummy
Loves you,
You are my
Sweet pearl.
(dedicated to my 7 year old daughter)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A child's perspective....
There's an angel in the curtains
mummy, mummy come and see.
Daughter, daughter I can see her
she's as pretty as can be!
Why is she in the curtains?
Mummy, mummy tell me do.
She is your guardian angel
and she watches over you.
Will she come and play with me?
I've great games we could play.
No dear, you must find some friends
and they will play those games.
So if she's my guardian angel
who watches over her?
Daughter darling daughter
God watches over her.
And mummy, mummy tell me
who watches over God?
No one, darling daughter
but we can give God love.
Then mummy I will love him
by morning and by night.
I don't want him to be lonely
when he's in bed at night.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Im The Girl
Ive got a memory
A thousand years old
And I know secrets
Ive never been told
And Ive got jewels
I havent found
And theyll return me
To the ground
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
And Im a siren
Ill wreck you on my shores
And Im godiva
Ill call you back for more
And Im medusa
And Im your favourite doll
And Im a georgia okeefe
Hanging on your wall
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im joan of arc
Im the girl next door
Im the mother and the daughter
Of the mother and the daughter before
And I remember being born just sound and light
And sound and light and light
And I remember the first time, skin on skin in the arms
In the arms of the night
Well how many times have we looked up into the starry skies
And how many times have we felt the passion rise
Every ruby-lipped girl baby, old lady, squaw junkie, girl after girl after girl
Every muse, whore, good witch, princess, back arching, year after year after year
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im the girl, Im the girl, Im the girl
You know me
Im joan of arc
Im the girl next door
Im the mother and the daughter
Of the mother and the daughter
The mother and the daughter
Of the mother and the daughter
The mother and the daughter
Of the mother and the daughter
Before.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Oh Mummy, Oh Mummy
Oh Mummy, oh Mummy
where are you?
You were in your sarcophagus yesterday
but now you are gone.
Oh Mummy, oh Mummy
where may you be?
Has someone in the night
come in and stolen thee?
Oh Mummy, oh Mummy
I know you are two thousand years old
and just a box of bandages,
but about you, I care so.
I found you in that pyramid
amongst all your treasures
for the after life.
Oh Mummy, oh Mummy
there you are hiding away from me.
Hey, what are you doing?
Oooh Mummy stop doing that,
you are two thousand years old
and I am only twenty-three.
Oooh Mummy. Oooh Mummy
don’t stop now.
Oooh Mummy you are a sexy beast.
4 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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I'm just another girl
I’m just another girl
Who longs for a gentle kiss,
I’m just another girl
Who has hopes and dreams,
I’m just another girl
Who longs for a simple show of affection,
I’m just another girl
Who longs for her loves sweet touch,
I’m just another girl
Who wants to be held in loves warm embrace,
I’m just another girl
Who wants you to notice her,
I’m just another girl
Who wants to hear sweet nothing whispered in her ear,
I’m just another girl
Who wants to be loved by you again
I’m just another girl
Who never gives up
poem by Martha Rivera
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Smile
Daddy says "Come and sit on my knee"
Daddy says "You're the only girl for me"
'Cos Amelia, "You're Daddy's favourite girl"
Amelia, "Daddy loves his little girl"
Daddy comes in the dark of night
Daddy say "Don't be scared, it'll be alright"
Amelia, "Daddy hates to see you cry"
Amelia, "You're the apple of Daddy's eye"
Daddy says "Dry your tears and give me a smile"
Daddy says "If you're good I'll hold you awhile"
'Cos Amelia, "You're daddy's precious girl"
Amelia, "Daddy loves to love his little girl"
"Daddy, tell me Daddy,
Is this really love?"
Daddy says "Don't tell Mama what I do to you"
Daddy says "If you do I'll beat you black and blue"
'Cos Amelia, "You make Daddy feel like a man"
Amelia, "Daddy loves you more than Mummy can"
"Daddy, tell me, Daddy,
How can you call this love?"
Amelia
Damn your Daddy to hell
song performed by by Monkees
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Wings to fly. my babies
As we grew my our wings to fly.
Please don't question God why.
Don't think he is unkind Mummy,
We were choosen for grater things.
Our work Is in Heaven above.
To be your Guardian Angels.
Sending down our love.
We know you are sad Mummy.
But we are, with Jesus
And he sings us lullabies.
We watch you every day Mummy.
And we see you cry.
Mummy we wish you wouldn't cry.
we are waiting here in heaven.
And when you come home Mummy,
We will run to you.
Mummy please don't be sad.
Mummy please don't cry.
We are with Jesus and he sings us lullabies.
(Archie and Emmy)
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Black Pearl
Black Pearl
Black Pearl is my new car,
I have driven her quite far.
Up to South Carolina
and then on to the Midwest,
Black Pearl held up the very best.
She was a blessing sent to me,
she arrived on September 23.
I had to go out of town,
Car salesmen didn’t want me to breakdown.
So he gave me a sweet deal,
I got in Black Pearl on drove off with a thrill.
Black Pearl took me to Texas during Christmastime,
I visited with family and made it back just fine.
On way back stopped in Oklahoma to see friend,
this was all in year 2010.
Now Black Pearl is still with me,
I make she is maintained and she drives me safely.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 3,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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I'm this kinda girl...........
I’m this kinnda girl
Current mood: adored
I'm the girl who will put her head on your shoulder, not because she's sleepy, but because she wants to be closer to you...
I'm the girl who likes to be kissed under the stars, more than inside your bedroom or in a expensive resturant...
I'm the girl who holds your hand and plays with it....
I'm the girl who doesn't mind you playing with her hair....
I'm the girl who stares into your eyes looking for a reason what you see in me.......
I'm the girl who loves to end a hug with a kiss...
I'm the girl who will take care of you when you are sick...
I'm the girl who you can talk to you about anything...
I'm the girl who laughs at your jokes...
I'm the girl who will have many inside jokes with you and remember each one...
I'm the girl who will brag about you to all of my friends...
I'm the girl who will listen to you talk...
I'm the girl who remembers how and when we first met.......
I'm the girl who loves to hear you sing, even if you horrible....
I'm the girl who promises to never leave, and keeps it......
I'm the girl who loves when you hug me for no apparent reason...
I'm the girl who loves it when you hug me from behind or kiss me on the forehead....
I'm the girl who loves you for you; and doesn't care what other people say about us...
I'm the girl who will love you unconditionally for the rest of your life...
Letter to my Mother
Mummy tell me, did I bother you
While in comfort of your lovely womb
Mummy tell me.
While dawn had opened, and a new world was created
And the first gasps of air, I did, was my cry so loud?
While dawn had opened.
Mummy while nothing, but a helpless bundle
You made my bed and I sucked your breasts for life
Mummy while nothing.
Mummy that you continue, to wish me well
While am grown, your desire that all is well
Mummy that you continue.
My self I pride, a journey with you in a vast universe
A fountain and fortitude, you no worry, provision is mine.
Myself I pride.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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An Image of Me
I knew you were coming,
Since I saw you first in my dream...
With God's given power for natural cloning,
You became my life's stream...
Little girl laying on my chest
Like an angel with a big smile and dark eyes...
In that dream I became so impressed
That I felt like in paradise...
The pleasure of seeing you growing
Like a beautiful flower in my garden,
Or like clear water that keeps running
In the fountain of my life, no longer sadden...
Little tender one, becoming a big girl,
Enjoying your laughter and suffering your pain...
With love for you always, my precious pearl,
Since you are the blood that runs through my veins...
(Dedicated to my daughter Sarah I. on her 21rd Birthday)
Happy Birthday My Darling!
©All Rights Reserved-2012
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Oh mummy don't
At night my eyes cry
Oh mummy don't your making me die
At night my nose turns cold and red
Oh mummy don't hit me on the leg
At night my lips get chapped and cut
Oh mummy dont squeeze my gut
At night my head hurts
Oh mummy don't whip me with your leather skirt
At night my body shivers
Oh mummy don't you'll scare my teddy quivers
At night my heart stopped beating
Oh mummy please stop repeating
At night I pray I were dead
Oh mummy don't cant you see the tears I shed
At night I know my life is mean and dark
Oh mummy don't the scares turn into question marks
At night I weep to myself quietly
On mummy don't you're frightning me
At night I have learned dirty words
Oh mummy don't please say this in nice words
At night I pick up the knife
Oh mummy I am ready to take my life
This poem I have written is just to tell the world out there that kids DO NOT deserve
this kind of life, so if you ever do see something like this going on why don't you do something
about it. In this world 50% kids die because of child abuse, So don't leave it if you see it
do something about it and save a life.
poem by Sumiya Khan
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Sweet Little Girl
Sweet little girl, you know your baby loves you
Your love is driving me crazy, crazy, crazy
Sweet little girl.
Sweet little girl, you know your baby steve is true
Your love is driving me crazy, crazy, crazy
Girl, Im in love.
Hey, my sweet, sweet momma,
You know you drive your baby mad,
Oh my sweet, sweet momma
Youre driving me mad.
Spoken: come on baby, you know your baby loves you,
Ive given you cookies and candy, and the woofer, and you
Still dont wanna be good. come on now honey-sugar, you know
Your baby loves you, more than I love my clavinet.
So baby, do me good, do me good baby.
Sweet little girl, you know your baby loves you
Your love is driving me crazy, crazy, crazy
Sweet little girl.
Come on baby, you know your baby loves you
Your love is driving me crazy, crazy, crazy
Sweet little thing.
Well, you got good lovin
You know you make your baby mad,
Whoa, you got good lovin
The best that Ive ever had.
Spoken: come on now baby, you hear the phone ring, and
Sometimes you dont even answer and you know I love you and
You just treat me all kind of ways. come on now, honey-
Sugar, you know your baby waitin on your love doll, you
Know you got my load. cant you hear me talking to you,
Honey? I try to treat you good and give you everything you
Want and sometimes I see you making love with your love
Doll, but I still love you more than I love my clavinet.
Come on now honey-sugar you know your baby love. you know
Just the other day I was gonna take you to go see a movie,
Sweet, sweetback, cause I thought it might give you some
Inspiration cause we aint made love in so long, come on now
Sweet little sugar, honey baby, now what if you knew I was
Going to put my harmonica down just to make love to you.
Come on now honey, you know the woofers waiting on you. come
On now baby, you know your baby loves you, even more than he
Loves his clavinet. dont make me get mad and act like a nigger.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Meet My Mummy
as the thought gurgul's in my tummy
it's time for me to introduce you to my mummy
we have played the dating game
flowers, choclates and lot's of champange
meet my mummy
we have walked on the sea coast
to our health we have raised many toast's
but a peek on the cheek is all i have recived
i have tried all my idel bantter
but i know you won't give it to me till i make you meet my mummy
meet my mummy
she is a cute old dame
i have used her in many of my love games
when i am unsure that you will sleep with me
i know it's time for me to take you to mummy
meet my mummy
because mummy will reassure you
that i am ur real prince charming
my mummy's smile is very disarming
when nothing will do the trick
it's time to stop being a prick
it's time for you to meet my muumy
meet my mummy
when i have used all the bait
and taken you out for sevral dates
and still you shy away from holding my hand
it's time to play the mummy band
meet my mummy
when all my re-assurances have failed
when you are still unsure will our love sail
it's time to bring in the mummy gail
meet my mummy
she generally does the trick
beta beta you are so pretty
what lovely match you two will make
you can trust mummy to fix up the marriage cake
meet my mummy
now that you have her assurance
it's time to jump with me in bed
it's sex time kitten
it's a great script that my mummy has written
so folks
whenever you fail to get a woman laid
the mummy game
will always work on your dame..............
poem by Anuj Tikku
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Finding Ashley
There was a girl that I knew well,
And where she went I can not tell,
A bright face and humor great,
I loved her every trait,
Though I paid her no attention,
I’d buy her back at any pention,
I’ve looked for her everywhere,
That eight year old without a care,
Now I’m lonely and going astray,
I guess she felt hated and just ran away,
Someone said they saw her grin, from
Somewhere deep within,
Then I new,
What I had to do,
And through my tears and all of my fears,
I stood the storm of life,
Even through the pain and strife,
And when I looked at my reflection,
I saw that girl and her effection,
It was hard but now I see,
That blond haired blue eyed girl was me,
Spirit Broken but not gone,
I had another chance to make her strong,
Even if the journey is long,
We are friends until the end,
And she is not the same,
Now I’ve given her a name,
Still a girl shining like a pearl,
I love her,
And she loves me,
And together we make Ashley
poem by Ashley Seymour
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Soldier's Daughter
It's the way he looks at you
That says to me
This isn't over
From the outside looking in
You see there's nothing sacred here
Nothing sacred
You can bend
But you can't break
For the reasons out of our control
You try to make it roll
Like a dice away
But you say that you're all empowered here
This is obviously not clear enough
To me
You can bend
But you can't break
Hey little girl keep dancing
Hey little girl keep dancing alone
'Cause there's not enough time in your day
To keep you here
The soldier's daughter
Did your daddy
Did your daddy hurt you
Did he make you feel bad
Did he poison your views
With the water he was raised on
Oh your father's son says hang on
Hang on
Hey little girl
Keep dancing
Hey little girl
Keep dancing alone
'Cause there's not enough time in your life
To stay here
So over the hills he'd climb
Just to see her there in time
Just to watch the sun shine through her dress
The sweet soldier's daughter
The sweet soldier's daughter
song performed by by Tonic from Lemon Parade
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Pearl, Merle And Earl And Sex
Every few days Earl tries to remember what sex used to be.
So he asks his girlfriends, “Is these thoughts sinful or weird of me? ”
Blushing Peal responds, “Why are all men so crass and crude? ”
Merle chimes in “Well Pearl, I like men who put me in the mood.”
Pearl recoils, “How can you treat it with so little dignity? ”
Merle jokes, “Using “it” for the word “sex” is an 'old' way to be.”
Listening to these ladies poor Earl becomes increasingly confused.
Are these thoughts a good thing or should they be refused?
Pearl says, “Merle, to keep your mind clean I suggest you pray.”
Earl retorts, “Pearl, I don’t want thoughts of sex to go away.”
Merle pipes in, “Pearl, just remember the way we all got here.
Folks have been doing “it”, I mean having sex, for many a year.”
Earl, why don’t you hustle those 70 year olds at other tables.
Sitting at one there’s an Olga, Margarite and at least two Mables.
White as her name sake, Pearl sat fingering her worry beads,
Hoping no 100+ year olds will bother her with their awful needs.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Nobody Loves A Fat Girl
Traditional - Revised & Arranged by - Jim Croce
Nobody loves a fat girl
But oh how a fat girl can love
Nobody seems to want me
I'm just a truck upon the highway of love
I'm all alone inside of my form
When ev'ry ounce of me is dyin' to keep somebody warm
Nobody loves a fat girl
But oh how a fat girl can love
Nobody loves a fat girl
But oh how a fat girl can love
Nobody seems to want me
I'm just a truck upon the highway of love
The only game I can get the boys to play
Is to have them sit around and try to guess how much I weigh
Nobody loves a fat girl
But oh how a fat girl can love, pretty mama
Oh how a fat girl can love
song performed by by Jim Croce
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Mama, Dont Treat Your Daughter Mean
(ry cooder)
Hey, mama, dont you treat your daughter mean
Hey, mama, dont you treat your daughter mean
cause you treat her so mean and shes only sweet sixteen
It was late last friday evening, when everything was still
I heard somebody calling my name outside my window sill
I got up and I looked outside strainin my eyes to see
And my heart went wild when I realized just who was calling me
I hollered
Hey, mama, dont you treat your daughter mean
Hey, mama, dont you treat your daughter mean
cause you treat her so mean and shes only sweet sixteen
Now, her eyes were blazing up at me
Her hair was black as night
And her naked skin shone like gold
Out in the pale moonlight
She took my hand and she pulled me down
Where the grass had grown up tall
The she moved her body all around
Just like a cannon ball
Hey, mama, dont you treat your daughter mean
Hey, mama, dont you treat your daughter mean
cause you treat her so mean and shes only sweet sixteen
Yonder comes your mama, girl, cross the field
Runnin and a-shakin like an automobile
Daddys got a shotgun in his hand
They just dont understand
The first time I seen that sweet girl
She was runnin home from sunday school
And the next time I seen that sweet little girl
Was when she broke her mamas rule
But the last time I seen that sweet little girl
She was filled with a strange desire
Rollin and tumblin out on the cold wet ground
Her skin burnin up just like a cane fire
She called my name a thousand ways
The tears came streaming down her face
But just when I was bout to blow my stack
Her daddy came a-creepin and a-crawlin up behind
And he shot me in the back
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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O! My little girl is gone!
To all the mothers who have lost their daughter/s.
O! My little girl is gone
O! My little girl, my heart is torn
From the day that she was born
Who knew so early she would be gone?
As the truth lays hidden beneath the sun
My heart constantly aches
While it lies fully awake
Daddy’s little girl full of hope,
Denied the chance to develop
Mummy’s little girl full of scope,
How can I, this distraught mum cope?
She walked the path of immense beauty
With this intense world in her little pocket
O! She was a little girl, a young pretty cutie
O! Her sweet memories, how can we forget?
And I can cry no more
Like I used to do before
Day and night I suffer in anguish
O! My little girl, my little young Miss
Day and night, you I can no longer kiss
I hope that in heaven her heart is at peace
Gone is my bundle of sweetness
And days of walking her to school
Gone is mother’s display of fondness
And days of fun with her in a pool
O! My little girl is gone
O! My little girl, my heart is torn
I think of all the things we could have done!
As a proud parental mother and a child
While life’s tide rolled in-shore mild or wild
Gone are the smiles and rosy cheeks
And her nice little mischievous tricks
As I sit there, ponder and begin to weep
Gone is the time she starts to read books!
And makes efforts to improve upon her looks
And I will miss all her little cuddles
And playing mud and splashing puddles
And I will miss her sweet voice
And all her loud playful noise
I ponder on what could have been
This no longer remains to be seen
O! My little girl, who knows the truth?
I shall think of you everyday by the hour
As my own priceless beautiful lost flower
And the favourite saying like mother, like daughter
Has forever lost its fertility to mature any further!
O! My little girl is gone!
O! My little girl is gone!
From the day that she was born
Who knew so early she would be gone?
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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A Daughter Through The Eyes Of A Father
(Dedicated to Bww and his 7 yr. Old daughter)
A daughter is beauty at its finest.
Heart of an angel, soul so pure, and sweet.
Daughters are one of God's most precious gifts that he has bestowed upon the world.
Angels in Heaven do not compare to thine beauty, and grace my ever so beautiful, and lovely daughter.
Seeing you at birth brought more joy to me
than all the money in the world could ever do.
You are morning, bright, and shining,
you are noon, you reside at the highest point in my heart,
you are the dew kissed night.
You are my daughter, heart, and soul.
poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
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