Mothers
Mothers are like God
They give us birth and feed us
They teach how to talk
poem by Asif Andalib
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Upon the Table of Fulfilled Wishes
Teach me not to nibble and feed,
On an appetite of my own selfish needs.
I am seeking a new diet,
That inspires a fresh insight.
With a brightness that incites,
A joyous excitement.
Teach me to appreciate all that I am.
Help me reach out to others...
To awaken that view,
Enabling them to see 'that' within them too!
If you've come to teach me greed.
Teach me to crave the gluttony of happiness.
Teach me to instruct others...
Deception is not a taste,
To welcome with an invitation...
At this grand feast to take place!
Teach me not to nibble and feed,
On an appetite of my own selfish needs.
Teach me to know that my happiness and joy...
Can only be fed,
If others are encouraged to also share.
Bringing with them a dish...
To spread upon the table of fulfilled wishes,
In this season of blessings to caress!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: On Research
Don’t teach a Horse to feed on Horse-Radish;
And don’t teach it to munch on Turnips too;
Don’t show a Cat to catch mice and eat fish;
For these things, they so naturally will do.
Don’t force a Horse to drink river-water,
Don’t flog a tired Horse, without an end;
No matter what they feed, Pigs grow fatter,
You don’t have to tell the Willow to bend.
Just give the chances; most men will perform;
Encourage them to come out in their best;
Create right conditions and keep them warm;
Give them some incentives, honour and rest.
Research is done by Scientists if you spend;
There are no short-cuts; Don’t hasten their end.
poem by John Celes
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What Is A Mother
What is a mother? 10/11/07
What is a mother? You ask me!
It is something which is hard to explain.
Because no two mothers are the same.
They can be gentle as a breeze on
A mid-summers nights dream.
Or as hard as a rock which you can not stop.
They can love you one minute-and spank you the next.
If you put them to a test.
They will feed you and clothe you
And put a roof over your head-and give you
A warm, soft comfortable bed.
They will dry your tears, and heal your cuts.
They will show you the rights from wrong
So you can grow big and strong.
If you’re a girl-they’ll teach you about satin and lace.
And if you’re a boy-you must “wash your face”.
A mother is first a woman, then a wife.
Then she creates a brand new life.
She has to put her priorities in line.
Then she has to find the time.
She will first take care of her husbands needs
And feed the baby in between.
Then wash the clothes-and make the beds
Sweep, mop and wash the dishes
And in between -feed the fishes.
She becomes a juggler of many hats.
Does not get a thank you or even a pat
She will continue this throughout her life
In hopes that maybe one day-she will hear her husband and
Children say.-we love you each and every day.
And no one can take that away.
This is what a mother is to me
And I will be thankful eternally.
poem by Louis Rams
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Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.
Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.
Christmas is Sin
WHEN CHRISTMAS IS SIN
I do not say Christmas is sin
when it is not sin.
But I say Christmas is sin
because it is sin and no sin.
Christmas is sin when
fathers honours a day not learned.
Christmas is sin when
mothers test, the hand of their husbands.
Christmas is sin when
hardship become harder.
Christmas is sin when
the price of rice rises to rank
and garri grabs guts.
Christmas is sin when
man go drunk and
mothers give birth to beggars.
Christmas is sin when
silence knocks out the gun sound.
Christmas is sin when
men sees with their ears
Christmas is sin when
Tourist is occupied with naked women.
For Christmas is Christmas
as Christmas is an anniversary of the
crucification.
‘’If you love me; keep my commandment
Says the Lord’’
Who then can be happy for the birth of an enemy?
Christmas is no sin, when Christmas is Christ,
but Christmas is sin, when Christmas is crime.
poem by Ebi Robert
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Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.
quote by Maimonides
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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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Only mothers can think of the future - because they give birth to it in their children.
quote by Maxim Gorky
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No Southern Right Whales
No southern right whales at Warrnambool last year
Due to oil exploration near Logan's Beach we hear
For to give birth the females went elsewhere
At Logan's Beach for them too noisy there.
Whether or not they do return next Spring
To Warrnambool when the nesting birds do sing
Or will they swim by Warrnambool and not decide to stay
Time can only tell as some are known to say.
For to give birth they need a quiet place
For to insure the survival of their dwindling race
Where they and their young can stay for a month or more
Where human beings for oil do not explore.
Will southern right whales give birth at Warrnambool again
Or will Warrnambool's loss be another coastal town's gain?
Breaching whale mothers and their calves an amazing sight to see
And of such I retain the memory.
poem by Francis Duggan
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What The Poet Wrote
What the Poet Wrote
(Birth over an open grave)
A poet wrote: ”Mothers give birth over an open grave. I thought it was harsh, most
children live long after their mothers die. A young man driving behind me was edgy
wanted to overtake thought I was driving too slow. I kept as far to the right as I could,
he saw his chance, but he was not quick enough, front collision. He wasn’t wearing
seat belt, died on the bonnet of his car. So much blood, dark red and sweet, but his
eyes were open and they saw beyond to a place I have never been. His mother,
a widow, collapsed when the coffin was lowered into a an unfeeling ground, she had
given birth over an open grave. I see a field lit by millions of candles in rows a man
walks among them and ever so often snuffs out light with his thumb and index finger.
But behind him new light appear, sometimes he turn go back and snuffs the new
lights out, mothers who have given birth over an open grave. He is now heading for
the part of the field where the candles have burnt out, only the wick flickers, quickly
he snuffs them out, but misses some, of people who live too long, those who death
has cruelly missed. There is no light on my terrace, a car passes by and plants casts
shadows on the wall, they have no colours. I’m past caring; tomorrow will come
whether I’m there or not, mother will never know if she gave birth to an open grave.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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A Fathers Torment
We hide in the shadows in obscurity
We are the fathers of the children that you see
Women are the life line, that we all know.
Since the beginning of conception and
Throughout our lives, we have to thank them
For becoming our mothers and our wives.
Men plant the seed, but on the woman’s
tube the children do feed.
Without the female there is no life
So as men we have to think twice.
At times though, we feel empty and forgotten
For all that we do in a child’s life.
When we play games with them, teach them
And give them moral support
It is something that is given, not something that is bought.
We will go back into the shadows when our hearts
Are about to burst, and this is what makes the pain so much worse.
They say that a man is not supposed to cry
But you and I know that’s an old fashioned lie.
We bleed, we cry, we feel heartache too
We are human, this is what we do.
Any man can be a father, but every man can not be a dad.
And I look upon that, and it makes me very sad.
This child has our blood and we helped to give it life
But there is no credit given to the husband, ” just the wife“.
We may be just the father, but we share in their lives too.
All we ask is recognition of the things that we do.
I recall at your birth, when I walked into the delivery room
Your eyes called me, like a mystical, magical tune.
Your eyes searched me out like a rooster for the rising sun
And looking in your eyes, I knew you was the one.
This is a fathers torment that I guess we all go through.
But without your love and dependence, what am I going to do.
I love you more than you’ll ever know
Look in my eyes, and there it will show.
And to your mother she must know:
The key number in this world is TWO, without me there is no you.
poem by Louis Rams
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Backtalk
I work all day to make a livin
No one needs
Your kind of attitude
Your sharp tongue
It cuts me like a razor
Lip service gets you nowhere
No, no, no
Back talk I dont need it
B-b-b-back talk I dont need it
No, no, no back talk
Dont want to hear it
Dont give me no back talk
Watch that temper
You watch what youre sayin
Dont talk to me
With that tone of voice
Your act is pushin me
To the limit
Cant stand it, cant stand it
Cant take it any more
Dont wont back talk
I dont need it
Dont give me back talk
I dont want to hear it
Dont give me back talk
Dont need it, no
I believe you enjoy
This aggravation
Lately thats all I get from you
You were born to drive me crazy
Cant take it, cant take it any more from you
No, no more
Back talk, I dont need it
Back talk, I dont need it
Back talk, dont want to hear it
Dont give me no back talk
Sassy back talk
Dont give me no sassy back talk
No I dont want to hear it
No dont really need it
No dont give me no
Give me no dont you give me no
song performed by by Journey
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Growing up #2
I never talk much about my Dad
Because, when I do I get very sad
I can't give my dad much credit
Dad didn't raise us, mom did it
Oh please don't get me wrong
I loved him, he used to sing songs
But dad could be mean with his words
I know, because I always heard
I heard him talk to mom, like she was a dog
And when he wanted his kids, it was to kill a hog
He would take us to his mothers
And they would sit and talk about others
They talked mean about mom and her kids
Like he didn't help bring us into this world, but he did
Don't get me wrong, I loved him, because he was my dad
But he always put his mother in front of my mom, and that was sad
Dad took us to his mothers one day
And we were sent out to play
While my dad set at her table and ate banana pudding
kids wasn't allowed to eat, mom got mad, because her kids couldn't
So mom came out and set with her kids
When dad got done, the fight was on, and she did
It was months before mom would go back over there
Heck it was months, before we went any where
The eight kids that mom and dad had
It was all left up to my mom, and that is so sad
If I had A gold award, I would ask my mom to stand up
Because dad didn't help us grow up
This gold statue, Is awarded to my mom
For raising five girls and three sons
poem by Frieda Lumpkins
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The Women Of The World
The women of the World as people they are great
They give birth to the children and in so doing life create
In every woman ever born a nurturing soul you'll find
The mothers and the aunties a credit to Humankind.
All mothers and non mothers we ought to celebrate
The women of the World we tend to under-rate
Get rid of Patriarchy as such we do not need
History tells us that only to war the male kind us do lead.
The women of the World their praises we should sing
They have the gift of dialogue and that's a marvellous thing
'Tis not to give his life in war a mother raises her son
You seldom hear a woman sing of battles fought and won.
To the women of the World the toasting glass we'll raise
As the glue that binds humanity they are worthy of our praise
They are the unsung heroines of our World of today
The respect to them that is overdue to them we ought to pay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Mothers Day.
MOTHER NATURE DELEGATES HER LOVE
ASSIGNS THE MISSION OF BIRTH FROM HER HOME ABOVE
LOVING ARMS THAT CARESS AND CRADLE
NO ONE MORE WILLING, WANTING AND ABLED
ALL OVER THE WORLD WOMEN DO THIS NATURAL DEED
TO PROTECT, COMFORT AND FEED
THROUGHOUT THE YEAR WE MAY NOT HAVE MADE THE TIME TO SAY
WE WON'T FORGET YOU.. ON THIS MOTHERS DAY.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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The Cat's Song
Mine, says the cat, putting out his paw of darkness.
My lover, my friend, my slave, my toy, says
the cat making on your chest his gesture of drawing
milk from his mother's forgotten breasts.
Let us walk in the woods, says the cat.
I'll teach you to read the tabloid of scents,
to fade into shadow, wait like a trap, to hunt.
Now I lay this plump warm mouse on your mat.
You feed me, I try to feed you, we are friends,
says the cat, although I am more equal than you.
Can you leap twenty times the height of your body?
Can you run up and down trees? Jump between roofs?
Let us rub our bodies together and talk of touch.
My emotions are pure as salt crystals and as hard.
My lusts glow like my eyes. I sing to you in the mornings
walking round and round your bed and into your face.
Come I will teach you to dance as naturally
as falling asleep and waking and stretching long, long.
I speak greed with my paws and fear with my whiskers.
Envy lashes my tail. Love speaks me entire, a word
of fur. I will teach you to be still as an egg
and to slip like the ghost of wind through the grass.
poem by Marge Piercy
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Give And Take
Jon Anderson, Steve Howe, Jonathan Elias)
(B-side of 'Lift Me Up'; also a bonus track on European pressing of
'Union')
This is a right
total opposition
I believe in you
can't you hear me
it doesn't change
how we hurt each other
when the road gets rough
can't you hear me
Too much riding on the rhythm
too much gliding by the range
you know all the indications
don't be afraid, afraid of letting go
Just give & take
give what you have
I'll give it all to you
Give & take
I've made up my mind
we've just got to see it through
make me the reason
your answer to love
as another day goes by
think about, think about it
some things just happen for love (x2)
some things just happen
Make the rhythm
don't break the energy
it's never too late
to make a turnaround
you've got to move
in all directions
I believe in you
what we're going though
I know you're so complicated
I know always making time
I see it takes you to the very edge
don't be afraid, afraid of letting go
(chorus)
Too much riding on the rhythm
too much gliding by the range
too much takes you to the very edge
don't be afraid, afraid of letting go
Just give & take
give what you have
I'll give it all to you
give & take
don't be afraid to let go
of the silence that hits you
just give & take
get what you can
it's all that you can do
Just give & take
don't take too much
give & take
you gotta talk, talk, talk
reason to talk, talk, talk
get up, talk, talk, talk
out your system
talk, talk, talk
get out your system
talk, talk, talk
Give and take
song performed by by Yes
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Give And Take
Jon Anderson, Steve Howe, Jonathan Elias)
(B-side of 'Lift Me Up'; also a bonus track on European pressing of
'Union')
This is a right
total opposition
I believe in you
can't you hear me
it doesn't change
how we hurt each other
when the road gets rough
can't you hear me
Too much riding on the rhythm
too much gliding by the range
you know all the indications
don't be afraid, afraid of letting go
Just give & take
give what you have
I'll give it all to you
Give & take
I've made up my mind
we've just got to see it through
make me the reason
your answer to love
as another day goes by
think about, think about it
some things just happen for love (x2)
some things just happen
Make the rhythm
don't break the energy
it's never too late
to make a turnaround
you've got to move
in all directions
I believe in you
what we're going though
I know you're so complicated
I know always making time
I see it takes you to the very edge
don't be afraid, afraid of letting go
(chorus)
Too much riding on the rhythm
too much gliding by the range
too much takes you to the very edge
don't be afraid, afraid of letting go
Just give & take
give what you have
I'll give it all to you
give & take
don't be afraid to let go
of the silence that hits you
just give & take
get what you can
it's all that you can do
Just give & take
don't take too much
give & take
you gotta talk, talk, talk
reason to talk, talk, talk
get up, talk, talk, talk
out your system
talk, talk, talk
get out your system
talk, talk, talk
Give and take
song performed by by Yes
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Breastmilk
Of craftiness and subtleness!
But if i have breatsmilk,
I will feed my child all day.
Like a caring mother who cheerishes her children,
I will feed my child all day long.
Your baby needs breastmilk like,
A woman after hwer own heart;
And you are a devoted woman of a higher rank.
Sisters, Mothers, Women!
Of the sweet smelling aroma of your breastmilk;
But the family in heaven is like a child with the mother.
Stand the test and be obedient in all things,
Give your baby food and forget about your phone calls!
For you are not my mother and,
You are not an African woman.
I know how it feels and,
I know who you are;
But feed your baby with breastmilk at all times.
Like a house without hands,
Give your baby breastmilk to keep the child healthy;
For out of the blessings of the Creator you've got this child.
The door is now open on you,
The truth is now set for you,
The care is now in your own hands,
But your child really need this milk.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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