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Mummy. Mummy I Could Have...

Mummy, I had just become
Could have become
In your arms beautiful and whole
Says this voice in me
In the abyss it had gone
A rapist seed planted in me
Shattered, dreams to be
Piteous life
And blank mind pushed me.
Mummy help me
By then a cry not done
Dreams elusive
They had become
Old, helpless is me
And nagging is the voice
Mummy, mummy I could have…

poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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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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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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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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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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Archie and Emmy

Today Mummy should have two beautiful babies.
But today Mummy has pain.
Mummy lost you both a while ago.
She never got the chance to meet you.
She never got to say hello.
Didn't really get to say goodbye.

My precious babies you are Angels way up high.
You live in the clouds and shine with the stars.
My Angels you shouldn't be in the sky.
today you should be in mummy's arms.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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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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My Babies gone to soon

A moment you were in Mummy's tummy
But you weren't to stay long.
God needed two new Angels to be in Heaven
He decided you my babies should never no,
the pain of this earth.
To heaven you went your tiny feet,
never got to touch the ground.

A moment you were with Mummy
Swiftly and quickly you were gone.
God needed you both for grater plans.

My Angels Mummy wanted you so much.
She wanted to feel your touch.

Mummy has been blessed because she held you in her womb.
Mummy has 2 Angels above.
But it's not where she wanted you to be.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Teddy Boy

This is the story
About a boy named ted.
If his mother said:
Ted, be good, he would.
Be good, ted. alright.
She told him tales
About a soldier dad,
But it made her sad.
Then she cried, oh my.
Ted used to tell her
He'd be twice as good
And he knew he could,
'cos in his head he said:
Mummy don't worry,
Your teddy boy's here
Taking good care of you.
Mama don't worry,
Your teddy boy's here.
Teddy's gonna see you through.
And she said:
Teddy don't worry
Your mummy's here,
Taking good care of you.
She said: teddy don't worry,
Your mummy's here,
Teddy's gonna see you through.
He said: ta da da...
Then came the day
She found herself a man.
Teddy turned and ran
Oh far away, oh yeah.
He couldn't stand
Just to be around,
So he left the town
Far away, yeah yeah.
Ted used to tell her
He'd be twice as good
And he know he could,
'cos in his head he said:
Mummy don't worry,
Now teddy boy's here,
Taking good care of you.
Mummy don't worry,
Your teddy boy's here.
Teddy's gonna see you through.
And she said:
Teddy don't worry,
Now mummy's here,
Taking good care of you.
Teddy don't worry,
Your mummy's here,
Mummy's gonna see you through.
And he said:
Mummy mummy don't worry,
Your teddy boy's here
Taking good care of you.
Mummy don't worry,
Now teddy boy's here.
Teddy's gonna see you through.
Take your partner
And don't [...],
Hold them tight
And don't let go.
Got it. jump up.
Take your partners
And don't see
When you got it,
Then let it go
Hold them tight then.
Now ted used to tell her
He'd be twice as good,
And he knew he could
'cos in his head, he said:

song performed by by Beatles
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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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Hug me, please...

Please hug me, I like to feel your warmth,
addressing me with words of love and affection,
giving me the best of the world,
as far as you are concerned,
Looking at me lovingly with your eyes,
that are perfectly colored as your dress,
beautiful dresses that you wear to work,
you really look pretty and beautiful.
the long nails that you have,
sometimes scratch me,
the ornaments that you wear,
poke my face and body,
when you bend to show your love.
Mummy I am your child, please take me,
hug me, play with me and teach me,
the meaning for love,
how mummy birds bring the worms in their beaks,
to their baby birds through out morn,
and at the evening, merrily and happily.
No birds let their babies to be bird sit,
No animal let their young to suffer in cold,
they always hug their babies,
and their babies roll on their mothers.
I will not spoil your dress and make up,
please hug me mummy, I am your child,
You can put multiple layers of diapers,
and I would like to wear the heavy guard,
for your love mummy, only for the hug,
Please hug me, I am your baby, mummy.
I will not soil your blouse mummy.
I will not soil your shirt, Daddy..

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Mummy News Cries

Mummy don't leave me today.
Mummy he hurts me again and again
Mummy I'm sorry I upset you
Mummy of course I'll go again.

News in the paper of a little girls death
News in the paper of the abuse
News in the paper of a grieving mother
News in the paper of a life gone too soon.

Cries the mother who didn't heed the cry
Cries the mother who failed to hear
Cries the mother who sent her there
Cries the mother for her dead child.

poem by Alison Smith
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Mummy, Mummy Who Invented School?

mummy, mummy,
who invented school?

oh, sweetheart,
what a clever girl you are;
why don’t you tell me first
who you think invented school?

I think, mummy,
school must have been invented
it must be by people
like old grumpy Uncle Grim
next door;
and the grouchy Aunty Scowl
who lives behind our house

oh no, darling,
oh no, not at all:
O darling,
wise men and women
of the past
they invented school

oh, mummy,
they couldn’t
have been wise
not if you went to school
and see what happens in class;
surely those men and women
of the past
couldn’t have been wise
if they created places
where little kids are tested
every three days;
and little John thinks he’s stupid
and little Sue says she’d rather
stay at home and sleep;
and Tua and Helen are always
tense and nervous
and Chandra snores while the teacher talks

oh no -
oh, no darling,
oh no,
it’s not like that at all:
O darling,
they were wise and all-knowing
those
sage men and women
of the past
who invented school
so little children like you and your friends
can go and learn all you need to know

but why mummy,
why a school?
is it because daddy and you
and grandma and grandpa
you know nothing and
you can’t teach me
what I need to know?

oh, no darling,
oh no not at all;
O darling,
you must listen to mummy -
wise men and women
of the past
most certainly
they invented school

poem by Raj Arumugam
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Can We Work It Out?

Could we work it out?
Become a family?
I promise i'll be better,
Mummy i'll do anything,

Mummy please don't cry,
Your pain is killing me,
And tearing me down,
I'll be so much nicer,
I'll be so much better,
I'll go to bed when you tell me too,
Just please don't cry,
And try and be happy,

Daddy please listen,
Hear me out,
I need your arms around me,
I want you to hold me forever,
Come back home,
I question when I will next feel your love?
Feel your arms around me?

poem by Charlie Bones
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Glass Spider

Up until one century ago there lived,
In the zi duang provence of eastern country.
A glass-like spider.
Having devoured its prey it would drape the skeletons over its web in weeks creating a macabre shrine of remains.
Its web was also unique in that it had many layers, like floors in a buuilding.
At the top of this palace-like place, assembled with almost apparent care, were tiny shining objects, glass, beads, dew-drops.
One could almost call it an altar.
When the breeze blew thru this construction,
It produced sounds of wailing, crying.
Tiny wails, tiny cries.
The baby spiders would get scared and search frantically for their mother.
But the glass spider would have long gone, having known that the babies would survive somehow on their own.
Oh-the glass spider had blue eyes almost like-a humans.
They shed tears at the wintered turn of the centuries.
Dont you hear this wasted cry, life is over you
(mummy come back cause the waters all gone)
But youve seen whos in heaven. is there anyone in hell
(mummy come back cause its dark now)
Take care, take care.
(mummy come back cause the waters all gone)
Somewhere she glows divine. somewhere she wakes alone.
But you, youve promise in your lovin eye. God its dark now.
Jah jah jah jah jah
Jah jah jah jah jah
Gone, gone the waters all gone
Mummy come back cause the waters all gone
Stay low on the ground, my fire can drive you, savage and afraid
Spitting at the dawn, come along before the animals awake
Run moving all night, rivers to the left.
If your mother dont love you then the riverbed might
Gone, gone, the waters all gone
Mummy come back cause the waters all gone
Jah jah jah jah jah
Jah jah jah jah jah
Gone gone the waters all gone
Mummy come back cause the waters all gone
Gone gone the waters all gone
Mummy come back cause the waters all gone
Gone gone the waters all gone
Mummy come back cause the waters all gone

song performed by by David Bowie
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Nobody's Child

As i was slowly passing
An orphan's home one day,
I stopped for just a little while
To watch the children play.
Alone a boy was standing
And when i asked him why,
He turned with eyes that could not see
And he began to cry.
I'm nobody's child,
I'm nobody's child.
Just like the flowers
I'm growing wild.
I got no mummy's kisses
I got no daddy's smile.
Nobody wants me,
I'm nobody's child.
No mummy's arms to hold me
Or sue me when i cry,
'cos sometimes i feel so lonesome
I wish that i could die.
I'll walk the streets of heaven
Where all blinds can see.
And just like for the other kids
It will be a home for me.
I'm nobody's child,
I'm nobody's child.
Just like the flowers
I'm growing wild.
I got no mummy's kisses
I got no daddy's smile.
Nobody wants me,
I'm nobody's child

song performed by by Beatles
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Two hundred and fifty mummies covered in gold. Something like this cannot be explained - mummy after mummy covered in shining gold.

quote by Zahi Hawass
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A Letter To Lindelwa

My dearest Lindelwa,
Your name rings with familiarity over and over in my head,
Every day you take form, and become a reality I cannot shake off, or really comprehend,
First it was your beautiful big brown eyes, with lashes long and curly; no one can question your roots,
And then your lips followed, full and distinct, outlined with God`s very own rich lip liner, like a garden of Eden fruit,

As I stand in awe of how beautiful your face is turning out, your body magically seeps into the canvass and completes the picture,
Your tiny hands raised to your mouth, each with five perfect fingers
Your skin feels soft to the touch, as rare as the African silk
Just like mummy`s, it is a radiant brown that compliments your eyes, a true daughter of the soil.
Your tiny feet will one day walk on this very soil, leading you to a destiny of love and beautiful dreams fulfilled because of your forefather`s toil.
Do not worry your pretty little head, mummy may not have nail polish expertise, but if you ever want them painted I will learn, because for you I will be a student of life until I no longer break bread with the living.

The world waits for you to take your place,
Grandma waits on your arrival,
She wants to hold you in her arms and speak blessings into your life,
And tell you stories about mummy and your uncle`s childhood,
How he spoke baby gibberish and brought a smile to all of our faces, just like you will someday.

Oh your uncle, how he waits for you,
He dreams of carrying you in his arms, lifting you high up and promising to protect you in everyway he can,
He wants to teach you soccer,
Like your mummy you will love watching 22 men kick around a ball with so much skill and technique,
You too will be initiated into the Plaatjie family gang of soccer; it will be your first love.

Grandpa wants you to take your time getting here,
I reckon he is not ready to lose mummy as his little girl yet, he hopes it will be in a future not so near,
But I know secretly he cannot wait for you to bring joy and laughter into his heart,
Like your uncle and I did

And your daddy?
Well baby that is another reason why you will be named Lindelwa,
I wait on him with patience and gladness in my heart, for I only want the best for you.

poem by Tawanda Omphile Plaatjie
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Mothers Arms

I wish I was a child again,
Nestled in my mother's arms.
Just to be kept safe.
From the evils of this world.
Please mummy hold me.
Keep me safe.

I wish I could stay in your arms.
Please hold me.
Help me.
Please protect me mummy.
Please dont let them get me.

Hold me hold me.
Keep my safe in your arms.
Please defend me.
Dont let them get me again

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Please dont be sad

Please dont be sad.
Yes I took my own life.
Becuase it was to much strife.
My pain I couldnt bare.
At least now you dont have to watch me killing myself.
It's all done and over.
I'm sorry really I am.
But please just remember this.

Please dont cry for me mummy.
I am right here.
Although you cant see me.
I see your tears.
I visit often.

And when its time to close your eyes.
On your pillow is where I lay.
I hold your hand and stroke your hair.
And whisper in your ear.
If you sad today mummy.
Remember I am here.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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I Touched The Rainbow In The Sky!

I had a dream in a rainy day,
I was watching up the evening sky,
My mummy was standing by my side,
My daddy was lifting me so high,
Over the shoulder all the while!

My dream takes me up and up,
My mummy is accompanying me
towards the moon against the rain,
My elder brother too encourages me,
who is five years elder to me!

He also gives a helping hand,
The rainbow also bows its head,
He pushed me up with his might,
I was flying like a kite,
Now I can touch the rainbow!

I woke up from my dream,
I am, now, lying on my bed!
I am wondering where am I,
I am telling everybody, that
I touched the rainbow in the sky!

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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