Madonna of the Streets
For many years, she walked the streets
and her body she sold.
It was a living, she said,
but deep within her,
there was a heart of gold.
The story goes they called her
the Madonna of the streets.
If anyone needed help,
her outstretched hand was always there.
She rescued many young souls
from the streets of despair.
Her neighbours turned their nose up
at her living ways,
but took a long second look
the day the lord took her away.
A child was playing in the road,
the car they did not see,
but this woman of the night
saw what was happening there.
There was a screech of brakes,
a child screaming for his mum,
and a twisted broken body
underneath the wheels of the car.
When the crowds began to gather,
the tragedy became very clear.
The girl had been passing,
saw what was happening there,
had sacrificed her own life
for that child fair.
The neighbours,
who had shunned her,
now began to weep openly
for that loathsome girl
that lived down the street,
and whose friends had nicknamed her,
the Madonna of the streets.
Many learned a lesson
on that fateful day.
That was not to judge to harshly
those they do not really know.
(1 July 2007)
poem by David Harris
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A Street Child
Who will care for me when i am born into this world?
For day and night i've been walking on the streets;
And i have to struggle to survive for i am a street child.
No, not even one!
For many parents do not even know their children;
And i was born into a lovely home but now,
I do live on the street as a street child.
Lust and sex,
We were born out of it;
But how many parents still know that we do exist?
How many?
They really do not care abour us,
And i have to struggle to survive on my own;
How many days more left for me?
And i have to make ends meet from the streets;
Because there is nobody around to help me,
And i have no place called home again.
A street child that i am,
And of the many rivers to cross for my survival;
How many social workers do know of our plights?
How many?
How many streets do we have to sleep on?
How many? Hopw many governmenets do we have to wait for?
How many?
Yet still i am a street child.
Who really care about us?
And who really care about me?
My parents do not even know my where about;
Right from Kwazulu Natal Province to Tingitingi,
And from Obbia to Nima!
How many do care?
I am born into this world but,
I am living on the street;
And who will care about me?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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An Epic Of A Mother
when night felt deep in the main street of that bordering town, when streets were dipping in profound silence, we were in search of news moving aimlessly from here to there we met that mother, rather, we met that family unit some years ago.
a scratched man of broken images guides the woman with a girlbaby on her lap, clients appeared from the dark to bargain woman's flesh, the scratched man fixed the rate holding the girl of three years from her lap to him and allowed the woman to go with them.
the woman went to a deserted dark marketarea just beside the mainroad, during this break we appeared immediately in front of that man that broken man and learned he was the father of that little girl, husband of that mother-woman whom he sold for temporary shot-contact to be vamped her warm and salt, to be cooked her flesh and flexibility.
just we met that night with that woman that mother and also learned her dream was her girl-child would grow-up as a dignified woman which needs a lot of money, so she used to run on that underground track, she also knew her husband, the girl child's father physically not fit to meet her demand of purchasing the so-called dignity one need to acquire from human society.
when that woman the mother talked with us, the street lamp showed us her eyes were glittering with her dream of a glorious future of her three years old girlchild whom she loved more than herself.
where she now I don't know, but this epic I send for the readers of my site to pray for her specially for this day.
Pranab k c
13/05/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Streets Of Little Italy
(robbie seidman)
Producer for bonnie: desmond child
The narrow and the winding ways
The streets of old new york
The families, the street life, the spark
The rooftop where we watched
San gennaros festival
Masquerades in the dark...
On the streets down in little italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
On the streets down in little italy
The oceans and the years
That separate our lives
From these streets we once called our home
Those distances of space and time
How strong they are
And how weak they are...
On the streets down in little italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
On the streets down in little italy
Does the morning sunlight
Still hit the bed where we used to lie
Do the sidewalk stands and markets still overflow
Where I lingered till I was empty
Where I stayed till I had to go
Though in the night
Sometimes I see you disappear
Down cobblestones...
On the streets down in little italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
Like your presence in my bones
On the streets down in little italy
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Joey
Born in red hook, brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way, well, he answered, just
Because.
Larry was the oldest, joey was next to last.
They called joe crazy, the baby they called kid blast.
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin numbers too.
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were really at.
When they tried to strangle larry, joey almost hit the roof.
He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin he was bulletproof.
The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.
They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs.
The hostages were tremblin when they heard a man exclaim,
Lets blow this place to kingdom come, let con edison take the blame.
But joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, were not those kind of men.
Its peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
The police department hounded him, they called him mr. smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
What time is it? said the judge to joey when they met
Five to ten, said joey. the judge says, thats exactly what you get.
He did ten years in attica, reading nietzsche and wilhelm reich
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin to stop a strike.
His closest friends were black men cause they seemed to understand
What its like to be in society with a shackle on your hand.
When they let him out in 71 hed lost a little weight
But he dressed like jimmy cagney and I swear he did look great.
He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, I have returned and now I want whats mine.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
Why did they have to come and blow you away?
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun
Im around too many children, hed say, they should never know of one.
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe,
Emptied out the register, said, tell em it was crazy joe.
One day they blew him down in a clam bar in new york
He could see it comin through the door as he lifted up his fork.
He pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of little italy.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
Sister jacqueline and carmela and mother mary all did weep.
I heard his best friend frankie say, he aint dead, hes just asleep.
Then I saw the old mans limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save.
The sun turned cold over president street and the town of brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born.
And someday if gods in heaven overlookin his preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve.
Joey, joey,
King of the streets, child of clay.
Joey, joey,
What made them want to come and blow you away?
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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My Needs Not Met
I'm manifesting something brittle.
Something needing special company.
I fiddle-faddled in the middle.
And weakened both batteries.
I'm manifesting something brittle.
And I'm seeking from you empathy...
Cause my baby has had it with me.
And now I find myself...
Walking up and down the streets.
I'm manifesting something brittle.
Something needing special company.
I fiddle-faddled in the middle.
And weakened both batteries.
I'm manifesting something brittle.
And I'm seeking from you empathy...
Cause my baby has had it with me.
And now I find myself...
Walking up and down the streets.
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
Disbelieving...
And living on the streets.
And seeing...
Living on the streets,
My needs not met!
Living on the streets.
And regretting.
Living on the streets.
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
Disbelieving...
And living on the streets.
And seeing...
Living on the streets,
My needs not met!
Living on the streets.
And regretting.
Living on the streets.
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
And seeing...
Living on the streets,
My needs...
Living on the streets,
My needs not met!
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
Disbelieving...
And living on the streets.
And seeing...
Living on the streets,
My needs not met!
Living on the streets.
And regretting.
Living on the streets.
And my needs not met!
Living on the streets.
And my needs not met!
Living on the streets.
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
Never thought I'd be the one.
Living on the streets.
And my needs not met!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Poet that Prayed
A precious pilgrim poet prayed
Because no words would come,
He asked God if he'd disobeyed,
Because his heart felt numb...
A vision formed within his mind,
Like none he'd seen before,
With white-hot furnace gold refined
God stretched from shore to shore...
Like molten lava from the Lord,
The streets were paved with gold...
As if God's grace had been outpoured
For all men to behold...
As if the old paths must be changed,
Transformed by Jesus Christ
And once the streets were rearranged,
God's might was realised...
Thus those that fled could now return,
When God made all things new,
With wonders they could share and learn,
To know what they must do...
The poet asked the Lord's advice,
Were these streets here on Earth,
Or were they streets in Paradise
And of some future worth?
The Lord replied, the streets were those
Where Gospel truths are taught...
Where love can blossom like the rose,
Through peace that Christ has bought...
His Blood atones for souls set free,
No matter, young or old...
It's by our faith in Calvary,
Saints' streets are paved with gold...
(July 2011)
poem by Denis Martindale
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Scotland
As I walked the streets of Scotland
I was the tourist from a different land
Where the skirts are worn by the man
And their ways of life I try to understand.
Where golf was invented and so was Peter pan
Also was whiskey and the Scottish clan
Where Jekyll and Hyde had first began
And where Robert the Bruce once did stand.
As I strolled the streets of Dalkeith
I smiled at the Scots that I did meet
Their ways of life I found strange but unique
Where the mind is strong and the souls not weak.
At the churches I heard the pastors preach
Then in the pubs at night more souls they'd teach
Religion and salvation is out of no ones reach
So they passed another verse and a pint to me.
As I roamed the streets of Edinburgh
Seeing the castle upon its perch
The Poets and authors which I did search
While listening to the music and the word.
Where the Bard Robert Burns once did work
Also the killing fields of Hare and Burke
Where the Greyfrairs Bobby once did lurk
And also the the home of the Presbyterian Kirk.
As I walked the streets of Dalkeith
I Remembered the lassies that I did meet
Then upon the streets of Edinburgh
Where my knowledge of poetry was given birth
I had walked the streets alone in Scotland
Where history and beauty I held its hand
Now I am back home in the United States
I realize Scotland, she was my destiny and my fate.
poem by Randy McClave
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Takin' It To The Streets
(Michael McDonald)
You don't know me but I'm your brother
I was raised here in this living hell
You don't know my kind in your world
Fairly soon the time will tell
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Take this message to my brother
You will find him everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in poverty's despair
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Streets Of Arklow
And as we walked
Through the streets of arklow
Oh the color
Of the day wore on
And our heads
Were filled with poetry
And the morning
A-comin on to dawn
And as we walked
Through the streets of arklow
And gay perfusion
In gods green land
And the gypsys rode
With their hearts on fire
They say we love to wander,
Lord we love,
Lord we love to roam...
And as we walked
Through the streets of arklow
In a drenching beauty
Rolling back til the day
And I saw your eyes
They was shining, sparkling crystal clear
And our souls were clean
And the grass did grow
And our souls were clean
And the grass did grow
And our souls were clean
And the grass did grow
And as we walked
Through the streets of arklow
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Takin' It To The Streets (demo)
You don't know me but I'm your brother
I was raised here in this living hell
You don't know my kind in your world
Fairly soon the time will tell
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Take this message to my brother
You will find him everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in poverty's despair
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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Be Careful Of Stones That You Throw
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Written by bonnie dodd
Chorus
A [f] tongue can accuse and carry bad [c] news
The [f] seeds of distrust, it will [c] sow
But [f] unless youve made no mistakes in your [c] life
Be careful of [g7] stones that you [c] throw.
(spoken)
[c] a neighbor was passing my [f] garden one time
[c] she stopped and I knew right away [g7]
That it was gossip, not flowers, she had on her mind [c]
And this is what I heard my neighbor say:
[c] that girl down the street [f] should be run from our midst
[c] she drinks and she talks quite a lot [g7]
She knows not to speak to my child or to me. [c]
My neighbor then smiled and I thought:
Chorus
(spoken)
A car speeded by and the screamin of brakes
A sound that made my blood chill
For my neighbors one child had been pulled from the path
And saved by a girl lying still.
The child was unhurt and my neighbor cried out:
Oh! who was that brave girl so sweet?
I covered the crushed, broken body and said:
The bad girl who lived down the street.
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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November Spawned A Monster
Sleep on and dream of love
Because it's the closest you will
Get to love, oh ah ...
The poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
The poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One november
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried :
"but jesus made me, so
Jesus save me from
Pity, sympathy
And people discussing me"
This frame of useless limbs
What can make good
All the bad that's been done ?
And if the lights were out
Could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth
(or anywhere ?)
No, no, no, oh, no, no, no, no
The poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
The poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One november
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A symbol of where mad, mad lovers
Must pause and draw the line.
Oh ...
So sleep and dream of love
Because it's the closest
You will get to love
Oh, no, no, no ... oh, no ... oh, no
Oh ...
Oh ...
Oh ...
Oh ...
Oh ...
Oh ...
One fine day
Let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself.
Thankyou ...
song performed by by Morrissey
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Dancing In The Streets
Wow!
Ah yeah!
Calling out around the world,are you ready for a brand new beat.
Summers here and the time is right,for dancing in the streets,
Theyre dancing in chicago ( theyll be dancing )
Down in new oreleans ( dancing in the streets )
Up in new york city ( dancing in the streets )
All we need is music ( sweet sweet ) sweet music (sweet sweet music )
Therell be music everywhere.
Therell be swinging,swaying,records playing,dancing in the streets,oh!
It doesnt matter what hat you wear,just as long as you are there,
So come on
Grab a guy,grab a girl,everywhere around the world.
Therell be dancing,dancing in the streets.
( oh )its just an invitation,across the nation,a chance for folks to meet.
Therell be laughing and singing,music swinging,dancing in the streets
All we need is music ( sweet sweet ) sweet music (sweet sweet music )
Therell be music everywhere.
Therell be swinging,swaying,records playing,dancing in the streets,oh!
It doesnt matter what hat you wear,just as long as you are there,
So come on
Grab a guy,grab a girl,everywhere around the world.
Dancing,dancing in the streets,
Way down in la,everyday,dancing in the streets ( dancing in the streets )
San francisco way, ( dancing in the streets ), they do it everyday now,
( dancing in the streets )
song performed by by Van Halen
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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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In too deep
AS TIME FALLS DEEP, DEEP IN THE SLEEP NEVER KNEW WHAT COULD OF BEEN JUST THE LONELY STREETS.
TO FALL BACK ON, THERE WAS NO FRIENDS & FAMILY TO BE DISCRETE, NEVER KNEW WHAT GOOD OF BEEN JUSR THE LONELY STREETS
THEY DO EVERYTHING FROM THE DRINKING TO THE DRUGS, KILLED IN THE STREETS OUT OF FEAR JUST NEEDING A HUG. NEVER KNEW WHAT COULD OF BEEN JUST THE LONELY STREETS.
THE DAYS GO BYE AND HE'S SLOWLY FORGOTTON. COULDN'T SEE WHAT WAS BLIND AND NOW SOMEONE ELSE IS DYING. NEVER KNEW WHAT WAS AT THE END OF THE ROAD, ONLY THING HE HAD TO GIVE, WAS THESE LONELY STREETS THAT WAS TO BIG FOR THE KID.
KILLE OVER DOPE, MURDERED OVER MARIJUANA DIDNT GET WHAT THEY WANTED NOW THEY COMING FOR SOMEBODIES MOMMA. NEVER KNEW WHAT COULD OF BEEN JUST THESE LONELY STREETS NOW THEY IN THE CLUB WITH THERE REST IN PEACE TEE'S BECAUSE THEY WERE IN TOO DEEP...
poem by Talema Lawrence
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Where Your Road Leads (The Duet With Garth Brooks)
Evening, porch swing, we love to watch it rain,
To some folks, it ain't much, but we think we've got it made,
Some people dream about streets paved with gold,
Only to find a yellow brick road,
We know the way that story goes.
Chorus:
Here under the rainbow,
People pass us by,
We laugh at the way they laugh at you and I,
The world is spinning around and around,
Everybody's looking for higher ground,
But here under the rainbow dreams fall from the sky, from the sky.
We've got an old car with spare parts and a broken radio,
So many back seat memories we just can't let it go,
Sometimes we like to take it out,
Give the neighbours something to talk about,
Movin' as slow as the law allows.
Chorus
Some people dream about streets paved with gold,
Only to find a yellow brick road,
We know the way that story goes.
Chorus
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Where Your Road Leads (The Duet With Garth Brooks)
Evening, porch swing, we love to watch it rain,
To some folks, it ain't much, but we think we've got it made,
Some people dream about streets paved with gold,
Only to find a yellow brick road,
We know the way that story goes.
Chorus:
Here under the rainbow,
People pass us by,
We laugh at the way they laugh at you and I,
The world is spinning around and around,
Everybody's looking for higher ground,
But here under the rainbow dreams fall from the sky, from the sky.
We've got an old car with spare parts and a broken radio,
So many back seat memories we just can't let it go,
Sometimes we like to take it out,
Give the neighbours something to talk about,
Movin' as slow as the law allows.
Chorus
Some people dream about streets paved with gold,
Only to find a yellow brick road,
We know the way that story goes.
Chorus
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Takin It To The Streets
Michael mcdonald
You dont know me but Im your brother
I was raised here in this living hell
You dont know my kind in your world
Fairly soon the time will tell
You, telling me the things youre gonna do for me
I aint blind and I dont like what I think I see
Takin it to the streets
Takin it to the streets
Takin it to the streets
Takin it to the streets
Take this message to my brother
You will find him everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in povertys despair
You, telling me the things youre gonna do for me
I aint blind and I dont like what I think I see
Takin it to the streets
Takin it to the streets
Takin it to the streets
Takin it to the streets
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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Dancing In The Streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Dancing in the streets
With any one you got to meet
Moving to the rhythm
Let your body feel the beat
Dancing in the streets
Let your feelings hanging out
Give it all youve got
Keep on dancing, sing and shout!
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Dancing in the streets
With any one you got to meet
Moving to the rhythm
Let your body feel the beat
Dancing in the streets
Let your feelings hanging out
Give it all youve got
Keep on dancing, sing and shout!
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on...
song performed by by Boney M.
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Madonna's Old Friend
Little Italian girl would grew up to be
an international singer
and movie star on the silver screen.
Yes, Madonna would become a top pop star
she would tour the world and go quite far.
One of Madonna's NYC dancing friends
is friends with me now she is also Italian.
She was dancing in clubs with Madonna when
Penthouse did Madonna's spread—
Debra is her name and she will defend
Madonna till the end.
Debra collaged lovingly Madonna's photos
since the start of her fame
She also helped do marketing for Madonna's
line Material Girl with care just the same.
Debra is a big fan of Madonna with links
to her videos—
she also sends out links to all of her shows.
Debra admires Madonna very much so
saying 'Madonna got to where she was because
she wouldn't take a no'.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 3,2012
www.suzae.com www.suechevalier.com
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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