Sponge (Cinquain)
Children
The sponge of life-
Taking in all they see
Absorbing all that's heard and done
They'll be.
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'Even a child is known by his actions, by whether his conduct is pure
and right.' (Proverbs 20: 11)
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The African Mother
Who battles with sleep when her child is sick?
Her surveillance around him alone is a cure
Who knows the meanings to her child's actions?
Who understands the heartbeats of her children?
She feels it in her abdomen when her child is hurt
Who fathoms out the daunting of her child
She pacifies the anger of her with just the insertion of her nipple in his mouth
It is you the African mother
You make your wards have confidence in you
Every child calls to his mothers name when he is not comfortable
Who is the child that cries with the father's name?
Which child threaten to tell what has happened to his father
Every child confines in you why because your love never wanes
Your love so pure like crystal
Your sagacity surpasses all women
You never join the dance of the world who thinks everything is fatalistic
You are never fortified by the ignominious traits of your children
In tattered penury you cater for your children
Through thick and thin you struggle to feed your home
Your utmost priority is to set food on the table
You give your children the opportunity you never had
You imbibe into your children reverences
To respect the elderly
poem by Ortiz Antwi
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Parentage Is Guarding Lineage And Heritage!
your children may look your children,
By you and the whole world,
even the children believe this is true.
But look at the DNA in them,
It came from you, but think from where it came to you?
Isn't it True that all the neocleotides in our DNA and RNA, PROTEINS AND ALL BIOLOGICAL molecules come from plants and animals!
In this respect animals and trees are our parents,
We owe all molecule in our body to them,
Hence clearly they are real parents of our body,
so we, in short can say nature and energy are our parents!
Isn't it true that our mortal parents shared them and nurtured us and taught us,
they are parents of virtues, moral and cultural values in us!
It is lineage and heritage
inherited from time unknown!
your children Are not your children,
You are the care taker of that lineage!
In you if some genes are dominant or recessive,
May some are neither dominant or recessive,
That is play of dominance or incomplete dominance,
Make children look alike or not!
But you are the parent and take care of children,
Be a model or idol to them,
Win them by your own patience and attitudes,
Bring them slowly into your line!
Children Are innocent flowers in divine garden,
You are the plant with roots,
Feed them, look after and shape them,
fill colours and fragrance of lineage!
Children Are like parrots,
They copy your words and actions,
They are innocent and true,
Like a sponge absorb your traits
Think of there growth and deciding constraints!
You made a child in you,
But you have child in grown up body and mature mind,
Think of the child in child's heart,
Striving to grow in this world!
Let the mature mind control child in you first,
Then the child in your child's heart get hold on Life's virtues.
You are the painter or the sculptor of your child,
But the art work or idol becomes property of world,
One among the art pieces,
Of human culture and heritage!
Be careful in shaping children,
They are soft and brittle,
Once their mind breaks,
No one can join or reshape!
You are the link of that chain of life,
Behave as parent knowing this truth
Man is above animal in this aspect!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Bible in Poetry: 1 John 3
Children of God, that we are called,
Reveals our Father’s love lavished.
The reason why world doesn’t know us,
Is because they don’t know Him yet.
We are children of God, dear friends:
We know that when He reappears,
Like Him, we shall be, and see Him;
The one who has this hope within,
Will keep himself pure and not sin.
All sinners break the laws of God,
And sin is lawlessness and odd;
So, Jesus came to take our sins,
Although in Him, there is no sin.
The one who lives in Him won’t sin;
The one who sins cannot see Him.
Do not let one lead you astray;
The one who does right is righteous;
The sinner is of the devil;
Devils have sinned from beginning;
The reason why the Son of God
Came, was to destroy devils’ work.
If born of God, you can’t sin on;
The seed of God remains in you.
God’s children are known in this way;
The one who does not do things right,
Is not a child of God and light;
So’s one who does not love brethren.
Love One Another:
This is the message, you have heard,
From beginning that you all should,
Love one another as God told;
Don’t be like Cain who killed brother,
Out of the jealousy He had;
His brother’s actions were righteous;
His own actions were evil ones.
Don’t be surprised if world hates you,
Because we love our brothers then,
We’ve passed from death to life endless;
The one who loves not is all dead;
One who hates brother is murderer;
The latter have no eternal life.
How can we know what love is then?
Christ Jesus laid His life for us;
We must give lives for our brothers;
If you have worldly possessions,
And do not help the one in need,
How can God’s love be in Him then?
Dear Children lets not love with words,
Or tongue but by actions in truth;
We will then know we are in truth
In God, we set our hearts at rest,
For God is greater than our hearts;
He knows all things in entirety.
If our hearts don’t condemn us then,
Before God, we have confidence;
And get from Him whatev’r we ask,
Because we obey His commands,
And do whatever pleases Him.
His command’s to believe His Son,
Begotten, Jesus Christ by name,
And love others as He commands;
If we obey, we live in Him;
He also lives in his beloved;
We know this by spirit He gave!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-24-2007
poem by John Celes
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Children?
Children are the easily led,
Their learning is profound,
Their lift is happy and proud,
Why do parents forgive them?
We produce the fellow children
To lift and uplift each of us
When there happens a life.
Children need growth to boast,
To live and outlive, to death is their journey
After a life of straightforward happiness and bliss.
Felt good? Why children? Because, say Children,
We live among others who are like the mothers
In the land we call Children.
Child after child shall learn of the existing ones
That need admirals and generals of late.
The defence of a child is the greatest concern,
And I laugh at one who destroys life,
Ever in turmoil is a child because of this act.
Children will be enough to be today.
Children can upset no one who is old and ancient,
Selfless students are children.
However much you push and pull at the threads that children weave
And sort, and spread, and sew,
The adult will sew better and more often than a child.
That is the secret, children.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Our good life sure is there for us, unless we learned some bad conduct in our home as children.
Innocence of a child
In the dark of night
you would come
in the silence
of the hour
you would serve
Satan your master
taking the innocence
of a child
destroying a child's life
denying the child
a normal adulthood!
Have you ever thought
of your actions?
what you were doing
by the lust
that controlled you?
Who gave you
the right to take
the child's innocence?
yes, you, who gave you
the right?
After many years
of emotional suffering
a child entered
into adulthood
God embraced
the adult in love
Forgiveness in Christ
becomes the words
in the heart
freedom in Christ
the prize received
The abuser of the child
are then forgiven
Abuser of the child
did you find
God's forgiveness
before you died
many years later
I hope dearly so!
poem by Allen Brodell
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The Kids
Theyre taking her children away
Because they said she was not a good mother
Theyre taking her children away
Because she was making it with sisters and brothers
And everyone else, all of the others
Like cheap officers who would
Stand there and flirt in front of me
Theyre taking her children away
Because they said she was not a good mother
Theyre taking her children away
Because of the things that they heard she had done
The black air force sergeant was not the first one
And all of the drugs she took, every one, every one
And I am the water boy, the real games not over here
But my heart is overflowin anyway
Im just a tired man, no words to say
But since she lost her daughter
Its her eyes that fill with water
And I am much happier this way
Theyre taking her children away
Because they said she was not a good mother
Theyre taking her children away
Because number one was the girl friend from paris
The things that they did, ah, they didnt have to ask us
And then the welshman from india, who came here to stay
Theyre taking her children away
Because they said she was not a good mother
Theyre taking her children away
Because of the things she did in the streets
In the alleys and bars, no she couldnt be beat
That miserable rotten slut couldnt turn, anyone away
I am the water boy, the real games not over here
But my heart is overflowin anyway
Im just a tired man, no words to say
But since she lost her daughter
Its her eyes that fill with water
And I am much happier this way
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The Mist
it was a mist
a cloud coming down from the sky.
touching the earth, and you and i.
it enters your body through
the top of your head.
touching your mind, your heart, your soul
and you see all of life begin to unfold.
my mind became like a sponge
absorbing all that i heard and saw.
and i knew 'that day' changed my life forever more.
i saw SAINT LAZARUS limping down the street
and all the animals at his feet.
i saw JOHN THE BAPTIST at a watering hole
saving all sinners, and touching their souls.
i saw BARABBAS watching CHRIST carry the cross
and his heart in complete remorse.
wondering why they chose him to live
and CHRIST to die, and he was
being taken before his time.
all these things were shown so that i could see
life unfolding before me.
we don't need a bolt of lightning
to open up our minds
just search your souls, and you will find.
all that GOD has given to us
if in him we put our trust.
now my mind is clear as can be
for that 'mist' has set me free.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Q and A Show
Sometimes I ask the Lord in prayers, What's the meaning of life?
I wonder what the Bible says about Man's pain and strife?
Sometimes I think I understand, at other times, I'm lost!
So many doctrines close at hand that followed Pentecost!
One preacher says I should be rich! Like Oliver, ask more!
Then suddenly, another hitch, one preacher says stay poor.
One says to tithe and give a tenth, another says a fifth!
I pray to God, Grant me the strength! The strength that I mite give!
Should I stay single or get wed? If children come, what then?
So many questions in my head and all beyond my ken!
I know... Take one day at a time. No need to know it all.
So much to learn, I know that I'm not likely to recall.
I'm like a sponge absorbing truth, if only someone knew!
If only someone had the proof, perhaps I'd have a clue.
If only Jesus told me stuff! I'd listen all day long.
Then I'd obey the God I love, by learning write from rong.
poem by Denis Martindale
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A Child's View Of God (A Pure And Simple Faith)
There is nothing so innocent as a child
With eyes closed and head bowed in prayer
With a pure and simple faith
He gives thanks to the God who created him
Not asking complicated questions
But seeing God in the wonders that abound each day
Knowing Jesus loves him
And that's enough for now
We all need to be like children
In our hearts
Finding Joy and wonder
In the flowers and the sun of God's creation
Trusting and believing in Jesus
With a pure and simple faith
Jesus came as a child
With all His innocence and wonder of life
As He grew He still had
The innocence and wonder of God's creation
He loved us and died for us
So that we could believe in Him
With a pure and simple faith
A Child Like Clay
A child like clay is pliable
Guidance molds him with each day
With right values, he grows up able
To live his life and not go astray.
A child like clay adapts the form
He bends and follows as one leads
To what is true he will conform
Absorbing the wisdom that he needs.
A child like clay when left alone
Hardens up warped and marred,
To doing wrong he is always prone,
His life is a mess, he ends up scarred.
A child like clay when hardened wrong
Will need a thorough brokenness
A crushing from which he will be strong
A new creation, born from forgiveness
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'Stern discipline awaits him who leaves the path,
he who hates correction will die.'
Proverbs 15: 10
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Happy Child
I saw this day sweet flowers grow thick --
But not one like the child did pick.
I heard the packhounds in green park --
But no dog like the child heard bark.
I heard this day bird after bird --
But not one like the child has heard.
A hundred butterflies saw I --
But not one like the child saw fly.
I saw the horses roll in grass --
But no horse like the child saw pass.
My world this day has lovely been --
But not like what the child has seen.
poem by William Henry Davies
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Why Do Children Want To Grow
Why do Children
of now adays
Want to grow so fast
to look grown up
to think grown up
But still be a child at heart
I would live my childhood
OVER again just to be a child
to have pure heart
Pure minds, pure dreams
Instead of a childhood of distain
To play without a care
And see the magic of Mother Nature
And use imagination
To dance on rainbows
And white fluffy clouds
To play hide and seek
In the candy land of our dreams
To ride on unicorns
And sprinkle fair dust
To take a flight in
A midsummer dream
Why would children of today
Pass all this by
Just to be grown up
In a world like ours
Why lose the innocence
Of childhood sweet dreams
Just to rush into
The uncertainty of life
Why bypass your childhood
Just to be an adult of today
only to yearn the loss
of you childhood of yesterday
poem by Kaila George
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Faith Like A Child
Faith like a Child
Faith innocent and pure,
Everlasting and forever endure.
Faith strong and heart wise,
Eyes seeing through any disguise.
Life is simple and naïve,
Making it not hard to believe.
Life is joyful and gay,
Taking everything day by day.
Faith like a child runs wild and free,
Runs though all land and sea.
Faith like a child grows by night,
Protects you from every fright.
If only I had not grown older,
My heart would not begin to smolder.
My soul would not have gone wild,
If only I had faith like a child.
Enough Is Enough!
Everyone says that nowadays
Parents are pressurizing their child
They are forcing them to study and work harder than they can
And driving their children wild
Just when the child is taking a break
A parent comes in and says, “Go back and study”!
They make the child study and practice all day long
And won’t even let them go play with their buddy
I think all children need to have some freedom
And sometime to play and have fun
This way children and parents can be satisfied
And live happily under the sun
I was asked to submit a poem for related subject by a magazine.
poem by Risha Ahmed
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Generally, my writing is influenced by living, by absorbing everything that happens to me and my actions.
quote by Graham Nash
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A child's Suffering
The intense flame of withering blooms,
In deep essence of those in tombs.
A child like figure in darkness's shadow,
As his eyes as yellow as cat's eyes glow.
Death takes him home into the deep,
to a never ending painful sleep.
The child's voice heard through my dreams,
His voice so painful as he screams.
Why an innocent child has to suffer,
no child deserves this life so hard and so much rougher.
But the father's disgrace chose the child's path,
Taking the child into a blood bath,
the child cries as the burning goes on,
Forever from dusk to dawn.
poem by Krystle Kyriakou
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Blessed be His Children
Blessed be a child of God
Who upon birth looked wide eyed
Who looked at his creation
And are humbled and amazed
Blessed be the children
Innocent and pure
For they know nothing of race
Religion
Sex
Class
Or nation
For they view each thing as a new miracle
O pity the children
Who left the womb
Who entered the world that feeds off sin
That teaches hate
That limps as it slowly dies
O pity the children
For they will not be pure for long
poem by Michael Silver
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Our Child
this is our child.
not just yours or mine
but everyones, that are born in our time.
a child is born every minute around this world
beautiful boys and girls.
these children are gifts from god.
and he has chosen you to be the one
who will carry the daughter or son
look into any childs face and you will see
that they belong to you and me.
the child has a bit of all humanity
this is the way god meant it to be.
these are the children of peace
the children of love
given to us from god above.
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i read in the papers of childrens lives taken
because of anger, fear, sickness and hate.
lets stop them before it too late
put them in jail and throw away the key.
just so that children can sleep peacefully.
if as a child you was abused, neglected, and not loved
then it's time for you to change your life around
and not let these children die on the ground.
stand up and fight, and take
pride in what you do.
the child you save, could have been you.
poem by Louis Rams
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Locked Behind Prison Bars
There is a difference between,
Someone who is approachable...
And those who believe they can approach,
With disrespect anyone they please...
Expecting that behavior to be acceptable.
Even when brought to their attention,
There is no connection they have at all...
As to why their conduct and behavior,
Has a lot to do with why many people like this...
Make weekly or monthly visits to see their children,
Locked behind prison bars or detained in county jails.
'I did the best I could to raise all my children right.
And if any one of them did anything inappropriate,
Well...
That was on them.
I don't have time to cater to their needs.
I have my own.'
~So you don't feel you should be held accountable,
For their actions? ~
'Look...
I am a drug addict and an alcoholic.
None of them got their armed robbery habits from me.
Is that clear?
I hope so! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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