Father and Mother
As you Thrust yourself
Long and Hard in me
Pray to the Almighty
That you can Impregnate me
And my womb welcomes
Your seeds inside me…
Ushering in our baby
At the end of its
Nine month journey.
Making a ‘father’
Of the man in you
And a ‘mother’
Of the woman in me.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Room For The Life
Hey there, you lady in tears,
Do you think that they care if theyre real, woman?
They just take it as part of the deal.
Lost in your men and the games you play.
Trying to prove that youre better, woman.
But you neednt get heavy with them.
Like it or not, we were built tough,
Because were woman.
No, we never die for long,
While weve got that little life
To live for, where its hid inside.
No, we never die for long,
Oh! woman, two in one,
Theres room for a life in your womb, woman,
Inside of you can be two, woman,
Theres room for a life in your womb, woman,
Mama woman, aha!
Night after night in the quiet house,
Plaiting her hair by the fire, woman,
With no lover to free her desire,
How long do you think she can stick it out?
How long do you think before shell go out, woman?
Hey! get up on your feet and go get it, now.
Like it or not, we keep bouncing back,
Because were woman.
No, we never die for long,
While weve got that little life
To live for, where its hid inside.
Oh! woman, two in one,
Theres room for a life in your womb, woman,
Inside of you can be two, woman,
Theres room for a life in your womb, woman,
Mama woman, aha!
A-mama-woma-mama-woman-aha!
A-mama-woma-mama-woman-aha!
Oh, mama-woman, two-in-a-one, aha!
Oh, two in one, aha!
Oh, woman! woman! woman! woman!
Theres room for a life in your womb!
Theres room for a life in your womb!
Two in one, aha!
Two in one! two in one! two in one!
Room for a life in your womb.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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To The Month Of May (From The Cantigas)
Welcome, O May, yet once again we greet thee!
So alway praise we her, the Holy Mother,
Who prays to God that he shall aid us ever
Against our foes, and to us ever listen.
Welcome, O May! loyally art thou welcome!
So alway praise we her, the Mother of kindness,
Mother who alway on us taketh pity,
Mother who guardeth us from woes unnumbered.
Welcome, O May! welcome, O month well favored!
So let us ever pray and offer praises
To her who ceases not for us, for sinners,
To pray to God that we from woes be guarded.
Welcome, O May! O joyous month and stainless!
So will we ever pray to her who gaineth
Grace from her Son for us, and gives each morning
Force that by us the Moors from Spain are driven.
Welcome, O May, of bread and wine the giver!
Pray then to her, for in her arms, an infant
She bore the Lord! she points us on our journey,
The journey that to her will bear us quickly!
poem by Alfonso X the Wise
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Eid greetings
“Happy Ramadan and Eid Mubark” I sincerely pray
Holy Ramadan end today on this very day
Let almighty shower all the blessings
You find all happiness without a single missing
I surrendered to almighty with a single wish
That you have everything in life with fine finish
I bowed before Him and prayed for happy stay
Happiness and joy with the family all the way
I waited for this holy day to end
With all fasts to the happiness of friend
May, Allah the almighty, show you the direction
Nothing can be sported as patch in your action
I obeyed his call during month long stay
Not a single day missed when I didn’t pay
That you be blessed with whatever possible
Life may pass with happiness and without any trouble
Stars had twinkled with gentle smile
The holy month was to start meanwhile
I stayed near to him for you
This one has remained fact and very true
Let this month come every year
When I hear prayers voice in my ear
I pray for your long life and happy journey
Let there be no dearth of precious jewels and money
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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happy Ramadan and Eid mubarak
“Happy Ramadan and Eid Mubark” I sincerely pray
Holy Ramadan end today on this very day
Let almighty shower all the blessings
You find all happiness without a single missing
I surrendered to almighty with a single wish
That you have everything in life with fine finish
I bowed before Him and prayed for happy stay
Happiness and joy with the family all the way
I waited for this holy day to end
With all fasts to the happiness of friend
May, Allah the almighty, show you the direction
Nothing can be sported as patch in your action
I obeyed his call during month long stay
Not a single day missed when I didn’t pay
That you be blessed with whatever possible
Life may pass with happiness and without any trouble
Stars had twinkled with gentle smile
The holy month was to start meanwhile
I stayed near to him for you
This one has remained fact and very true
Let this month come every year
When I hear prayers voice in my ear
I pray for your long life and happy journey
Let there be no dearth of precious jewels and money
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Baby Dumping In The World!
Mutated flowers and fruits dropp as snowflakes,
Born mutated human suffer and seek to be concerned,
The grain that implanted in the womb sucked,
The fetus formed out of wedlock washed out,
The passage to the glorious ovary camouflaged,
Gulping, injecting and inserting contraceptives,
Millions of enlightened human do it in disguise,
The human got in between the pestle and mortar,
Not knowing the convenience of development,
Carry the babies to full term and then kill them,
The babies are thrown into the dustbin alive and dead,
The babies are found in the houses of God,
While the ants and insects feast on their fresh cords,
Don't be a father to a baby that is aborted,
Don't be a daddy to a baby that is mutated,
Don't be a bapa to a baby that is dumped,
Don't father a baby to a woman who is not yours.
Don't be a mummy to a baby that is washed out,
Don't be a mother to a baby that is dumped and killed.
Don't sleep around to get the pool of sperms,
identify the sperm that impregnate with handheld kit,
push into the hell of fire to stand and suffer,
we, women, are left alone when we are in trouble.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Only God knew
Not only God knew
But differently viewed too
Mother's womb was place like haven
Almighty preferred it as safe refuge even
She is only person of her kind
For child's welfare she is almost blind
Sees no monsoon or spring
Baby must grow for happiness to bring
Even animals have instinct
That mother is distinct
They rush to the mother's direction
Without waiting for any action
God created everybody to enjoy
Sent them here to see it with joy
Love was to rule and not the hatred
We created confusion and were misled
What words can justify for her being?
Poor bow the head and so the kings
Children remember and neighbors envy
Mother is famous for making all very happy
Never define what she must look like?
No words may suit mind and strike
It is felt from within and comes on tongue
Words are spell bound and not vague
So pray her instead of almighty
Not for being devotional and easy
But for her selfless role in any condition
Without waiting for good or bad relation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Family
There's a child inside
A man inside
A woman inside
A sage inside
A mother inside with breasts of love
A father inside with hands of care
A child inside beautifully caressed
A mother inside with the wing of dove
A father inside the flight to share
A child inside with parents blessed
A sage inside with a peaceful face
The peace to bestow in all its grace
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Father there you Are(For my dad)
Father it's been a long time,
Since I was baby which I cannot count on my ten fingers,
Cradle my mother's arms,
My eyes closed yet to see my father,
Father running around,
Now I can talk and walk,
Those years later,
Father where are you?
Seeing my mother,
Saying I love thy father,
Which I do,
My love will forever be true,
Now as I grow older once again,
I ask myself,
Father where are you?
Inside my life I see a tunnel,
Running through that tunnel I hear a voice,
Do I go or should I stay?
Trusting my gut I do,
A smile on my face,
Father there you are!
poem by Qeeony Luv
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I Confess
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
When I feel I have a need,
And I please My Father...
With deeds I attempt,
And some not successfully...
My Father decides,
To then surprise.
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
When I pray each day,
And express my gratefulness...
I don't take for granted,
Those blessings from My Father...
I know from Him I get.
When I find I struggle,
And I am wet with sweat...
I am comforted by My Father,
Who then allows...
My peace and rest.
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
Before Him I place no 'thing' I value more.
Before My Father,
I profess a love for him that is adored.
My loyalty and devotion,
Is given without thought.
And My Father and I...
Tackle those obstacles,
He assists me to abort.
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
And nothing do I have do I take for granted.
I know from 'WHOM' my gifts have come.
I know from 'WHOM' has 'allowed' this to be done!
It is true.
I confess.
I have been spoiled.
And My Father,
The Almighty...
Knows this confession best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Delilah
Let us try to accept the mistakes of others and,
try to put them on the right path;
Let us teach others to follow the right road always like,
The growth of a baby in the mother's womb.
When the sperm of the man meets the eggs of the woman,
The union moves into the womb or the uterus;
So let us try hard to teach others the way.
Delilah, an ample of examples are needed to teach many;
So be very strong to move on always with a positive mind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mother world
World become so small and tiny
It looses its charm and entity
When woman attains motherhood
She has no appetite for self or food
Whole world, as if, has come to her lap
She remains unconcerned even if danger taps
Let snake pass near by but she is totally unaware
She has her own world to look after and take care
All great souls have used mother as sacred refuge
So the mother is called divine and status very much huge
"if I have to avail another chance" mother's womb will be preference
To remain in her womb for nine months will be great memory with presence
When God is remembered so is the mother along with same
All religious books are full of praises from where he came
For time being her love might have been shifted
Yet mother is symbol of affection and love as it is gifted
Why children love her more than father?
She is combination of both father and mother
At given point of time, you may desert sometimes
But mother in any woman never think of it any times
She is living god and exact replica of holy shrine
Kindness and love is the treasure of any feminine
Mother is mother and stands for courage altogether
She is embodiment and so is celled "mother
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Suddenly I'm No Longer Attached
Suddenly I'm no longer attached,
And there is something inside of me
That welcomes that.
Years of my activities,
And concern...
Would leave me quite frantic.
Feeling overworked, strained and burned.
I am satisfied with those things I've tried.
And making a footprint no one can deny.
Everywhere I placed my steps,
Not one did I do without dignity and pride.
I need no one to qualify my stride.
My mark has been placed,
Before and not behind witnessing eyes.
I seek no approval for my deeds neglected.
I'm not awed by applause.
My functions have been upfront.
And for some the intent,
Has been meant to be most personal.
I'm not a backside biter!
And that is a fact!
Suddenly I'm no longer attached,
And there is something inside of me
That welcomes that.
That You, Father.
As long as You are pleased!
With me and deeds I've created,
You have helped me make to leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mother O My
Mother O My
Being who I am... isn't what define me
It's the willingness to be who I be
To those who call me mommy
They are the air i breathe
The heart in my chest
With them i bring my A game
School them to never settle for second best
Yes this is my quest
Mother O My
I see them learning more everyday
Whether in school or at play
Listen to all they got to say
I never realized how hard this profession I chose is
Bandage cuts and wipe noses
Fix hearts that feel broken
Mother O My
The toughest job I'll ever love
Thank god high above
For the blessings
Of my daughters and my sons....
Mother O My
Who is taking all my time
3 baby boys…
3 young men…
3 superstars
I am the one they know
I am the one they need
The only mother they will ever have
The only mother who will take care of them no matter what or when
The only mother who loves them unconditionally… there is no end
Mother O My
In the final phase of growth
3 young men
Now becoming
3 grown men
Feels like time has consumed itself…
Taking itself away…feel there is something I've missed
There is more that needs to be witnessed
Mother o My
I had my time but it's not enough
Something flies above
Taunting my core
Making my spirit to soar
To find that missing piece
Ready to take flight…
3 baby boys
Ready to leave the realm of my protection
Could it be the sentiment of closeness that mocks me
Mother o My
I now understand the vibes my Mother went through when we left home
In a sense I am ready
In a sense I am not ready
Too fast…too soon
One more year for my 1st baby boy…
18 years of watching the growth of my gentle giant
Three more years for 2nd baby boy
15 years of watching the growth of my mini me
Four more years for 3rd baby boy
13 years of watching the growth my baby boy
Mother O My
Tears fall as the accomplishments shine through each of you
Without the help of God and Family…Just don't know how we would of made it
Superstars is what you will always be
All that hard work…seeing the seeds planted…grow…the greatest perk
Mother O My
I know you have to leave & soon will say good bye
Please be gentle as you take your journey
Away from your Mother Always remember…
Mother O My how I love you
Mother O My precious ones
Mother O My heart is always with you…
Collab:
(Mamas) Kaye Brown & JenOfPoetry™
© Jan.10,2012
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Anti-abortion Song
Isn’t there a baby inside you,
You teenager?
Isn’t it alive within you,
You teen mother?
How come you did not know it,
For this long time?
Oh, without sex, can you turn
A teen mother?
*
There is a living baby
Inside your womb;
Don’t murder to stay happy,
And build its tomb!
Abortion’s murder most foul,
You teenager;
Don’t do a thing to put it
Into danger!
*
A baby’s inside because
You were careless;
It is a child of God too,
Don’t be ruthless.
If mom aborted you, then
Would you be here?
Allow the child to be born:
Don’t you now err!
*
Don’t you abort the cute babe,
Hear its sweet voice;
It pleads to God; be ‘pro-life’
And you rejoice.
There is a life within you,
Apart from yours;
It is your boy or girl own:
Don’t be ‘pro-choice! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-29-2008
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Ode to Prayers
whenever I pray
I dedicate the prayers
to whoever comes to my mind
be they my enemy, friend, pet,
father, mother, relatives long gone
the Prime Minister, the Queen
this is how the Almighty really
wants us to do I think and
those images are sent by him
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Father You a Daughter
Sweetie, you know you are all I want in a mate,
Every time that I had ever needed in a lady;
No other can compare to your mystique so great,
So I want you to have my very next baby.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Your beauty, strength, your grace, and intellect,
Brilliance beyond anyone I have ever known;
The spirit you have inspires me to pay respect
Every good woman and I want raise one of my own.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
This child will be our legacy, but another you,
With your very enticing smile, sexy eyes;
I cannot wait to go all night making love to you
For a baby, sharing your joy between your thighs.
Carry my seed, baby...
Never will I part from you, keep it in overnight,
Ready to accept the amazing paternity of two;
A daughter with your way of thinking and life,
If tomorrow ends tonight, I must impregnate you.
Carry my seed, baby...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
They say the man must do all the work
If we really want to have a pretty little princess;
Baby, just lay back and let me work
Starting with your mind to all five senses.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Passion marks over spots I already licked,
Kisses trace each place my fingertips ran;
Battlefield Bedroom is the place to get some...
If love is war, then I will declare it much as I can.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
Bear my child, carry my seed, baby
To not knock you up would be crazy;
Such a dream of mine come true,
And I long to savor moments with you.
By far the finest from sole to crown,
I truly love to please you up and down;
To have you walking around with my child,
Makes the obstacles we faced worthwhile.
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
poem by Sr. Lamar Ingraham
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Sanctum Sanctorum
I’ve preserved it
Taken care of it
Nurtured it
Nourished it
With all my love
And gentle care…
Kept it clean
Showering everyday
It smells nice and fresh
Of soap and gel,
After every bath
If you inhale me
You’ll feel the freshness
Of what I say…
Though sometimes
I just let it be
Not that clean
So it retains
Its home-grown smell…
Amidst the foliage
Of nature’s care
Hidden deep inside
The lustrous hair
Of soft and tender
Pinkish folds…
Like a holy mound
Of virgin skin
Its very source
Emanates a sweet smell
Of that precious nectar
They call Amrit.
And when it flows,
It makes me feel like
A woman all over…
Wanting, wishing, longing
And waiting and waiting…
For that auspicious moment
When far beyond the horizons,
The earth would meet the sky
And the sanctum sanctorum
Of my very being…
Would be offered
The potent seeds of life.
I can wait aeons and aeons
For that blessed hour to come by
This birth, next birth,
This life, next life
Many more births and lives…
When the man in you
Would orgasm with the woman
In me…
Gyrating to the eternal dance of
Rhythmic pleasure within me…
Soft and slow
Hard and long
Arousing, titillating,
Orgasming and melting…
With the silent beats of
Of two hearts rhythming in unison
And the lilting song of two bodies
Merging as one…
And in that spiritual moment
Of togetherness,
With you inside me
And that feeling of oneness…
I’ll be truly blessed
If you offer me with love and care
Those seeds of life
Impregnating my womb,
Making a father of the man in you
And a mother of the woman in me.
Sanctum Sanctorum –
May you be blessed
With the onset
Of a new life…
With a feeling of love,
Warmth and tenderness,
Creating a love-child
That would be the
Ever-flowing fountain
Of my feelings for him
And his feelings for me…
Let this not be a Fantasy
But the moment of Truth
A Divine Reality
Sanctioned by the
Heaven and Earth
Applauded by the Gods,
Blessed by their Consorts
Beyond the realms of
Ridicule and Mirth.
The orgasmic culmination
Of our bodies in fusion
Let it be the epitome of
Love in abundance
And boundless passion…
Those seeds of life
In your ejaculation
Flowing in me
Like a river in motion,
Would embed in me
A feeling of Bliss and
Absolute Harmony.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Im Every Woman
Whatever you want
Whatever you need
Anything you want done baby
Ill do it naturally
Cause Im every woman
Its all in me
Its all in me
(chorus 1): Im every woman
Its all in me
Anything you want done baby
I do it naturally
(chorus 2): Im every woman
Its all in me
I can read your thoughts right now
Every one from a to z
I can cast a spell
Of secrets you can tell
Mix a special brew
Put fire inside of you
Anytime you feel danger or fear
Instantly I will appear, cause
(chorus 1)
Oh, I consent your needs
Like rain on to the seeds
I can make a rhyme
Of confusion in your mind
And when I comes down to some good old fashioned love
I got it
I got it
I got it, got, got it, baby, baby, baby
(chorus 1 & 2)
I aint braggin
Cause Im the one
Just ask me
Ooh, and it shall be done
And dont bother
To compare
I got it
Im every woman (repeat till fade)
Im every woman (repeat till fade)
song performed by by Whitney Houston
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Parents Are Not Payable
Listen, dear brothers, sisters,
Look back in nostalgia;
Think about dear mother,
dear father,
The ones who gave life to you
And thaught you how to be
a man, a woman too;
Your mother who suckled you
Nine months she bore you
in her womb;
From his own sweat your
father paid for your school
And made sure your belly is
never emptied with food.
Think about them in
everything you do.
For some day you wil be
a father, a mother too
And your children will think
about you in everything
they do
They will think of the
troubles you went through
To help them pull through.
PARENTS can never be repaid
No matter the wealth you
may have attained.
Parents are not payable,
You just have to make them
feel comfortable,
And that would be enough
for their troubles.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Gardener
I am in love with my womb
& jealous of it.
I cover it tenderly
with a little pink hat
(a sort of yarmulke)
to protect it from men.
Then I listen for the gentle ping
of the ovary:
a sort of cupid's bow
released.
I'm proud of that.
& the spot of blood
in the little hat
& the egg so small
I cannot see it
though I pray to it.
I imagine the inside
of my womb to be
the color of poppies
& bougainvillea
(though I've never seen it).
But I fear the barnacle
which might latch on
& not let go
& fear the monster
who might grow
to bite the flowers
& make them swell & bleed.
So I keep my womb empty
& full of possibility.
Each month
The blood sheets down
like good red rain.
I am the gardener.
Nothing grows without me.
poem by Erica Jong
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