A Motherless Soft Lambkin
A motherless soft lambkin
Along upon a hill;
No mother's fleece to shelter him
And wrap him from the cold: -
I'll run to him and comfort him,
I'll fetch him, that I will;
I'll care for him and feed him
Until he's strong and bold.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Lambkin Mine
Kille, kille, lambkin mine,
Though it often be hard to climb
Over the rocks upswinging,
Follow thy bell's sweet ringing!
Kille, kille, lambkin mine,
Take good care of that fleece-coat thine!
Sewed to one and another,
Warm it shall keep my mother.
Kille, kille, lambkin mine,
Feed and fatten thy flesh so fine!
Know, you dear little sinner,
Mother will have it for dinner!
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Motherless Child
May God Almghty be with them……
In this world of ours when life is filled with many a sadness.
It's a mother that we reach out for comfort and gladness..
The feeling inside of a motherless child is so hopless, helpless
Its the heaviest pain numbed and with no words to share..
To express to brave that sorrow tht unending need of love and tender care
Now gone..may God make it less difficult for all the motherless to bear
Of all ages young and old the weak and the strongest of the strong
A mother is the earthly angel who sings that most needed song
How many of them in dreams do steal that wanting dear embrace
And draws the pic of his mum to enjoy to relive the words of solace….
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Harvests of Salvation
a motherless child would rather stand in a thousand lashes
then to stand alone
a motherless child not deserving of another orphan’s sympathy
because you motherless child, has a mother still with thee
walking a path of a mother’s neglect could possibly be...
Worse than her not being among thee?
We’ll wait to see
in this child’s salvation is a harvest of okay temptations
to except a slightly opened heart
only because she is use to this emotion
what could she do with love anyhow?
Granted she never knew it to be so
so how could she seek it
and if she ever found it
how could she believe it
similar to a man with a mission but no memory
people cannot be familiar with something they have never known
motherless child cursed by the love she was never shown
motherless child wether you like it or not
you stand alone
a clear example of a daughter on her own
and what damage is done, when a child is not nurtured
through the years she has grown
others get lost in destructive ways
some vent artistically
but the most comforting thought is in this life you are on your own
but don’t always have to stand alone
poem by Kylee Wells
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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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I went to fetch water from the lake
I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother!
Kneading my firm breasts, he lusted for the nectar of my lips, O mother!
I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother!
'How did you hurt your lips' my mother-in-law suspiciously asks.
'It was my girl friend's nail as she was helping me with the pots'
I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother!
I had gone in a great hurry but my love held me back,
It is excellent to attain Narsaiyya's Lord,
For he made me like himself, O mother!
I went to fetch water from the lake, but my love wont let me, O mother!
poem by Narsinh Mehta
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Fetching Water
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
Everyone today has forgotten
what it’s like to haul water in a pail.
Every house must have a Jacuzzi,
and a big swimming pool, as well.
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
And our homes must have a green lawn
to keep it looking really good!
The water we waste on that green grass
could be used by the farmer to grow food.
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
Don’t waste all of that precious water.
We have worked too hard to bring it here.
We can’t live without that precious water
let’s be thankful that it is so near.
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
Don’t be taking the water from the farmer
without it his crops will never grow.
All of life depends upon the water
Don’t take it for granted anymore.
Come on now; let’s go fetch some water
grab a pail in each hand and let’s go.
Down the hill, to the pond in the holler,
then we’ll climb back up the hill with that water!
poem by Emma Beverage
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I Care For You
mmm yeah no yeah gooo
Hey my baby
Why u lookin so down
Seems like u need lovin
Baby u need a girl liek me around
Hey my baby tell me why u cry
Here take my hand and yeah mm
Wipe those tears from your eyes
Can I talk to you
Comfort you
Let u know
I care for you
Can I talk to you
Comfort you
Let u know
I care for you
Hey sexy baby
Why'd your girl leave u in the pain
To let a fine man like u go
she must be insane
Hey sexy baby
Theres no need to worry no
Oh boy if u call on me
I'll come I'll come in a hurry
Can I talk to you
Comfort you
Let u know
I care for you
-repeat-
HOld on
Stay strong
Press on
I care for you
Hold on
Stay strong
Press on
I care for you
Can I talk to you
Comfort you
Let u know
I care for you
Can I talk to you...
song performed by by Aaliyah
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The Shelter Of Your Arms
In this cold world
No matter where I go
The crowds are all the same
And they among just
Evil in the sand
A face without a name
Nobody gives a hang
For what I say or do
But you
And in the shelter of your arms
I find peace and comfort and care
For I am wanted there
In this cold world
You struggle to survive
And sometimes you can fall
Youd think someone
Would lend a helping hand
Theyd sooner see you crawl
But just when life itself
Seems more than I can bear
Youre there
And in the shelter of your arms
I find strength and safety and then
I rise and start again
Just give me one good reason
To go on living
To keep on trying
For what, I ask you for what
If not for you
And all your love
To see me through
But just when life itself
Seems more than I can bear
Youre there
And in the shelter of your arms
I find strength and safety and then
I rise and start again
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Shelter
Consumed by this greedy disposition
I give no thanks for all that's been given to me
See I'm so concerned with selfish ambition
I see what I want and look past what I need
It's time
To forget myself
It's time
To forget myself
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
I'mpatience takes its toll
It's such a hefty fair for me to pay
Indifference takes control
I guess I'll keep that outside at bay
'Cause I don't care
If I ever change
No I don't care
If I ever change
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
Somewhere here
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
Tell me where to find shelter
Somewhere here
'Cause I don't care
If I ever change
No I don't care
If I ever change
song performed by by Greenwheel from Soma Holiday
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Woak Hill
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreadèn
Green-ruddy in hedges,
Bezide the red doust o' the ridges,
A-dried at Woak Hill;
I packed up my goods all a sheenèn
Wi' long years o' handlèn,
On dousty red wheel ov a waggon,
To ride at Woak Hill.
The brown thatchen ruf o' the dwellèn,
I then wer a-le{'a}vèn,
Had shelter'd the sleek head o' Me{'a}ry,
My bride at Woak Hill.
But now vor zome years, her light voot-vall
'S a-lost vrom the vloorèn.
Too soon vor my ja{'y} an' my childern,
She died at Woak Hill.
But still I do think that, in soul,
She do hover about us;
To ho vor her motherless childern,
Her pride at Woak Hill.
Zoo--lest she should tell me hereafter
I stole off 'ithout her,
An' left her, uncall'd at house-riddèn,
To bide at Woak Hill--
I call'd her so fondly, wi' lippèns
All soundless to others,
An' took her wi' a{'i}r-reachèn hand,
To my zide at Woak Hill.
On the road I did look round, a-talkèn
To light at my shoulder,
An' then led her in at the doorway,
Miles wide vrom Woak Hill.
An' that's why vo'k thought, vor a season,
My mind wer a-wandrèn
Wi' sorrow, when I wer so sorely
A-tried at Woak Hill.
But no; that my Me{'a}ry mid never
Behold herzelf slighted,
I wanted to think that I guided
My guide vrom Woak Hill.
poem by William Barnes
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I Care 4 You
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Yeah, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh
Hey my baby
Why you lookin' so down?
Seems like you need lovin'
Baby you need a girl like me around
Hey my baby
Tell me why you cry
Here take my hand and, yeah mmm
Wipe those tears from your eyes
Can I talk to you? (can I talk to you?)
Comfort you (oh oh oh)
Let you know (just wanna let you know)
I care for you (ooh ooh)
Can I talk to you? (I wanna talk)
Comfort you (gotta let you know baby)
Let you know (I wanna let you know)
I care for you
Hey sexy baby
Why'd your girl leave you in pain?
To let a fine man like you go
She must be insane
Hey sexy baby
There's no need to worry, no
Oh boy, if you call on me
I'll come, I'll come in a hurry
Can I talk to you? (come on)
Comfort you (I love you)
Let you know (ohh, baby)
I care for you (I love you, yes I do)
Can I talk to you? (I wanna talk, oh)
Comfort you (give me chance)
Let you know (wanna let you know, gotta let you know)
I care for you
Hold on (hold on)
Stay strong (stay strong)
Press on (for me, baby)
I care for you (for you)
Hold on (hold on)
Stay strong (stay strong)
Press on (press on for me)
I care for you (baby)
Can I talk to you? (I, I wanna talk)
Comfort you (I wanna hold you tight, baby yeah)
Let you know (I wanna let you know)
I care for you (that I care for you)
Can I talk to you? (ooh..)
song performed by by Aaliyah
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God Rest Ye Merry, Gentleman
God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
In Bethlehem, in Israel,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
From God our Heavenly Father
A blessed Angel came;
And unto certain Shepherds
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
"Fear not then," said the Angel,
"Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him
From Satan's power and might."
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
The shepherds at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind:
And went to Bethlehem straightway
The Son of God to find.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
And when they came to Bethlehem
Where our dear Saviour lay,
They found Him in a manger,
Where oxen feed on hay;
His Mother Mary kneeling down,
Unto the Lord did pray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood-aca
song performed by by Carly Simon
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When Doves Cry
Dig if you will the picture
Of you and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can you my darling
Can you picture this?
Dream if you can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and you
How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father too bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
Touch if you will my stomach
Feel how it trembles inside
You've got the butterflies all tied up
Don't make me chase you
Even doves have pride
How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold)
Maybe I'm just too demanding (maybe maybe)
Maybe I'm just like my father too bold (too bold)
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other (why)
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry
ooh ooh ooh - baby
How can you just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (a world so cold)
Maybe I'm just too demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father too bold (you know
song performed by by Ginuwine from The Bachelor
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Verses from the Shepherds' Hymn
WE saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,
Young dawn of our eternal day;
We saw Thine eyes break from the East,
And chase the trembling shades away:
We saw Thee, and we blest the sight,
We saw Thee by Thine own sweet light.
Poor world, said I, what wilt thou do
To entertain this starry stranger?
Is this the best thou canst bestow--
A cold and not too cleanly manger?
Contend, the powers of heaven and earth,
To fit a bed for this huge birth.
Proud world, said I, cease your contest,
And let the mighty babe alone;
The phoenix builds the phoenix' nest,
Love's architecture is His own.
The babe, whose birth embraves this morn,
Made His own bed ere He was born.
I saw the curl'd drops, soft and slow,
Come hovering o'er the place's head,
Off'ring their whitest sheets of snow,
To furnish the fair infant's bed.
Forbear, said I, be not too bold;
Your fleece is white, but 'tis too cold.
I saw th' obsequious seraphim
Their rosy fleece of fire bestow,
For well they now can spare their wings,
Since Heaven itself lies here below.
Well done, said I; but are you sure
Your down, so warm, will pass for pure?
No, no, your King 's not yet to seek
Where to repose His royal head;
See, see how soon His new-bloom'd cheek
'Twixt mother's breasts is gone to bed!
Sweet choice, said we; no way but so,
Not to lie cold, you sleep in snow!
She sings Thy tears asleep, and dips
Her kisses in Thy weeping eye;
She spreads the red leaves of Thy lips,
That in their buds yet blushing lie.
She 'gainst those mother diamonds tries
The points of her young eagle's eyes.
Welcome--tho' not to those gay flies,
Gilded i' th' beams of earthly kings,
Slippery souls in smiling eyes--
But to poor shepherds, homespun things,
Whose wealth 's their flocks, whose wit 's to be
Well read in their simplicity.
Yet, when young April's husband show'rs
Shall bless the fruitful Maia's bed,
We'll bring the first-born of her flowers,
To kiss Thy feet and crown Thy head.
To Thee, dread Lamb! whose love must keep
The shepherds while they feed their sheep.
To Thee, meek Majesty, soft King
Of simple graces and sweet loves!
Each of us his lamb will bring,
Each his pair of silver doves!
At last, in fire of Thy fair eyes,
Ourselves become our own best sacrifice!
poem by Richard Crashaw
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Reach Out, I'll Be There
Now if you feel that you can't go on
Because all your hope is gone
And your life is filled with much confusion
And happiness is just an illusion
And the world around is tumblin' down
Darling, reach out
Come on, girl, reach out, for me, reach out for me.
I'll be there with the love I'll shelter you
I'll be there with the love I'll see you through
When you're alone and about to give up
'cause your best just ain't good enough
And you feel the world has grown cold
And you're driftin' on all on your own
When you need a hand to hold
Darling, reach out
Come on, girl, reach out, for me, reach out for me.
I'll be there with the love I'll comfort you
I'll be there with the love I'll see you through
I'll be there now baby you can always count on me
Reach out baby
I can tell the way you hang your head
You are alone now, and you're afraid
Through your tears you look around
But there's no peace of mind to be found
I know what you're thinking
You're alone now, with no love of your own
Darling, come on girl
Reach out for me
Reach out for me
I'll be there with the love I'll shelter you
I'll be there with the love I'll comfort you
I'll be there now baby, you're always a friend of me
I'll be there with the love I'll comfort you
No, run to me
Cause I'll be there, baby
I will always shelter you
When you feel like you can't go on
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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The Little Hill
Oh, here the air is sweet and still,
And soft's the grass to lie on;
And far away's the little hill
They took for Christ to die on.
And there's a hill across the brook,
And down the brook's another;
But, oh, the little hill they took,—
I think I am its mother!
The moon that saw Gethsemane,
I watch it rise and set:
It has so many things to see,
They help it to forget.
But little hills that sit at home
So many hundred years,
Remember Greece, remember Rome,
Remember Mary's tears.
And far away in Palestine,
Sadder than any other,
Grieves still the hill that I call mine,—
I think I am its mother!
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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An Autumn Rain-Scene
There trudges one to a merry-making
With sturdy swing,
On whom the rain comes down.
To fetch the saving medicament
Is another bent,
On whom the rain comes down.
One slowly drives his herd to the stall
Ere ill befall,
On whom the rain comes down.
This bears his missives of life and death
With quickening breath,
On whom the rain comes down.
One watches for signals of wreck or war
From the hill afar,
On whom the rain comes down.
No care if he gain a shelter or none,
Unhired moves on,
On whom the rain comes down.
And another knows nought of its chilling fall
Upon him aat all,
On whom the rain comes down.
October 1904
poem by Thomas Hardy
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I still need a mother
I need a mother who would love me
I need a mother who would take care of me
I need a mother who would understand me
I need a mother for who I am
I need a mother to know me
I need a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would not yell at her son
I need a mother who won't push her son away
I need a mother who would not throw me out of her life
Even though I still need a mother
Everyday I try to be nice
Sometime she don't care about me
What I need is a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would watch me grow
I need a mother who would celebrate my birthday
I need a mother who would miss me
I need a mother to cry on
I need a mother to know that her son loves her
But she won't let me know her
What I need is a mother
Who is no more now.
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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I still need a mother
I need a mother who would love me
I need a mother who would take care of me
I need a mother who would understand me
I need a mother for who I am
I need a mother to know me
I need a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would not yell at her son
I need a mother who won't push her son away
I need a mother who would not throw me out of her life
Even though I still need a mother
Everyday I try to be nice
Sometime she don't care about me
What I need is a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would watch me grow
I need a mother who would celebrate my birthday
I need a mother who would miss me
I need a mother to cry on
I need a mother to know that her son loves her
But she won't let me know her
What I need is a mother
Who is no more now.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Rainbow
rain comes unexpectedly
and i take shelter under a tree
looking around
for comfort in the cold
a bird sings
on a branch and
i listen to the notes
floating in the air
needles of rain
soft light arriving on the hills
a rainbow
bridging two feet
over there
i watch this beauty
i smile for a promise
that the Lord
has restated in my heart
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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