Just Kidding!
JUST KIDDING
Edward Iacona
The amount of children a family has
Brings an historical fascination.
From the 1700's to the present day
Regardless of the nation.
Judging from all the coverage,
On TV and in magazines,
Having many children now,
Is still odd, or so it seems.
There are interviews and reality shows,
They are the darlings of the media.
From the Dionne's to the 'Octomom',
They are all on Wikipedia.
It is the considered opinion,
Of this thoughtful New Yorker,
That the reason these gals have so many kids,
UIs that they are the victims of a 'storker'.
poem by Edward Iacona
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Dionne
Well
Dionne
U should have held my hand
U should have let me be your man
Dionne
U should have closed your eyes
U should have held on with both hands 2 your prize
Dionne
U should have let me down easy
If you had no plans 2 please me
Dionne
Dionne
I could have been the 1
I could have shown u the shelter reserved unther the sun
Dionne, dionne
I could have whispered ur name
I could have whispered ur name if only 4 fun
Dionne
U should have let me down easy
If you had no plans 2 please me
Dionne, dionne
Dionne
Dionne
Dionne, dionne
We could have shared a martini
We could have danced 2 mancini, till dawn
Dionne
I should have broke down and kissed u
I should have I just miss u
Dionne
song performed by by Prince
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We're All God's Children
Album: Peace In The Valley
Here comes a Baptist, here comes a Jew
There goes a Mormon and a Muslim too
I see a Buddist and a Hindu
I see a Catholic and I see you
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
You like the day, and I like the night
He's into country and he's isn't quit
There's folks on the left and the far right
But that doesn't mean that we have to fight
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
White folks, yellow folks, black and tan
On the same planet in the same plan
A feminist woman and a he man
We're all playin' the magic hand
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Oh, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all black and white
We're all precious in his sight
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we all be
One big happy family...
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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A Sign Of My Times
A SIGN OF MY TIMES
Edward Iacona
While walking through the shopping mall
Just because I was bored.
I looked at all the things on sale,
That I could not afford.
There were signs upon some items,
On sale that enticed to buy.
Showing both the price that 'WAS' and now 'IS'
That caught my thoughtful eye.
Those signs show one the savings
But to my saddened point of view,
Within the depths of my real life,
The opposite is also true.
There was a marriage, home and family,
With ups and downs galore.
A union of love and soul mates
But what 'WAS'....'IS' no more.
poem by Edward Iacona
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Off The Hook
OFF THE HOOK
Edward Iacona
My kids don't like fish very much
But I could not be happier.
They aren't eating at home tonight
So I'll make Salmon or Tilapia.
poem by Edward Iacona
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Peace Song
Now everybodys looking for a little peace of mind
Were a generation running out of time
Theres a bomb, theres a man
Theres a gun in his hand yeah
Nobody smiles at strangers were scared from birth
Afraid the mans gonna take us for all that were worth
Strip us of our pride
Make a strike from inside
Come on and tell me
How long will we be victims of fear
With a man and a gun and the day after fear
Jesus smile down upon your children
Smile down upon your family
Even lovers have trouble at hand
Whats your preference where do you stand
You get all uptight about it
Wanna fight about it
Wanna fight about love
No no no
Wanting independence separate but equal
A lover here another there
One more for the sequel to the heartache
How much more can we take
Wont you tell me
How long will we be victims of fear
With a man and a gun and the day after fear
Jesus smile down upon your children
Smile down upon your family
Now Im talking about
Altruism and unification
We forgotten what that means
Cynicism in this mighty nation
And hatred is spitting us right at the seams
Oh but I still believe that good will prevail
And if we dont ever try
Its damn sure that well fail
Lose another day
The american way
So come all believers
Come all races
Start looking at the souls
Not at the faces
And were there
And were learning to care
I want to know baby
How long will we be victims of fear
With a man and a gun and the day after fear
Jesus smile down upon your children
Smile down upon your family
Jesus smile down upon your children
Smile down upon your family
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Parents vs children, children vs parents.
So many family is divided,
Parents against children agitated,
On the other side the kids do not approve them,
Criticizing, judging for every happenings and problem.
Many child blames the parents for numberless reason,
They oppose the strong, the weak and ready to abandon,
Many times parents are dictators, keeping the kid in slavery,
Neither of them is an angel, which is an irony.
Would be lovely if children would keep the commandment,
Respecting, understanding & loving the parents every moment,
Then, maybe they would receive that treatment too,
When they become parents & only justice they would do.
Mankind is teaching about peace, love and respect,
In this moment there is neither effect,
Oh parents and children when do you understand at last?
Learn to love and respect each other and forgive that bloody past.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Real Life Lesson
REAL LIFE LESSON -
Edward Iacona
To be a student in your class
was certainly considered a coup
All the kids sure wanted you
and maybe a few mommies too.
Beyond the Three R's you traveled,
your lessons laced with mirth.
You taught of wolves and wildlife
and conservation of the Earth
Your teaching rings with wisdom
of heroes and brotherhood
Of standing up for justice
as future adults they should
Your classroom philosophy
was easy to explain.
An ongoing lesson that
your students should retain
That in living a good life
one should never abstain
from always striving for kindness
and for always being humane.
When dark times came to your life
We listened to all your lows
We took you in like family
We comforted your woes.
Then dark times came to our life
faced with separation and divorce
I called to you my 'brother'
My thinking was, of course.
I asked that you would mediate
a union that should not be dissolved
Your answer to my tearful plea;
'Sorry, can't get involved.'
One thinks of all the hearts and minds
That you touch and reach
Maybe you should learn from yourself
and practice what you teach.
poem by Edward Iacona
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Past conference topics have included strengthening the role of fathers in children's lives, the impact of the media culture on children, the delicate balance between work and family, and family involvement in education.
quote by Tipper Gore
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See The Children
(la la la la la la la...)
I stopped the car
The other day
I had to ask a little
Girl the way
I thought she'd show me
Better if she got inside
And once inside
I thought i'd taker her
For a little ride...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
I'm a supermarket santa
Underneath the christmas tree
The little one all like to
Come and sit upon my knee
I have to hold them tightly
'cause they fall to the floor
A little concern ain't
Against the law...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time
See the children
(something something something??) all the time
I pass by the infant school
Every single day
I push sweeties through the fence
But the kids just run way
I only want to talk with them
And join in their fun
But all the little children do
Is run run run run run run run run...
(la la la la la la, la la la la la la..etc..)
See the children
Feel the children all the time..
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time........
song performed by by Cure
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A Rocky Road
A ROCKY ROAD
Edward Iacona
My darling sent this quote to me.
She wrote it down in Latin,
A Language that one does not hear
Even in Mid-Town Manhattan.
"Per aspera ad astra."
Means, with loose translation,
"A rough road leads to the stars",
Which I read with fascination.
Our challenge is one of distance
And not one of direction.
We require something more tactile
And not of Astral Projection.
Bureaucracy may blow us,
Like the wind does to a feather
We may become re-directed
Within this world to the nether.
We shall try to stay the course
In bad and stormy weather.
Then to explore our new universe
As it should be... together!
poem by Edward Iacona
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It Is Because Of The Media
'The media is the reason for our problems.
The media is the reason for our dysfunctions.
The media is the reason why there is conflict.
The media is the reason our kids are the way they are.
The media is the reason for racism and division.
The media is the reason why the economy is perceived,
To be knocking on death's door.
And it is because of the media our great country,
Has fallen into dire straits and has less educated citizens! '
That's a wrap, Sarah.
Very well done.
Now we do have you scheduled for that magazine shoot.
With you standing on the pier in common street clothes.
Very representative of the people.
As well as very clever.
Now...
Should we re-schedule the talk show for next week?
Or...
Should we keep it and move your appearance for the fund-raiser?
Since your announcement...
We have been overflooded with requests.
'What are the ratings for the talk show?
I want to know their demographics.
Also...
Do not schedule any of my activities around the playoffs.
Last year PBS refused to carry my message!
And it is important that my followers know how the media is used,
To manipulate their thinking process.
And that is the reason my campaign is important.
These are issues that must be prioritized...
And addressed!
IF we are going to move forward as a nation!
And get out of this mess!
Here are my questions to be asked,
By those selected reporters.
I need to freshen up before the press conference begins.
Make sure all cameras are placed behind,
Those who flew in from Hollywood.
They are filming a documentary...
To be used to solicit potential donors.
And I need as much as I can get,
To offset my travel expenses.'
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Murdering Dreams
When no one is looking
I count the steps
in front of my house
no reason apparent.
I linger in front of photographs
that resemble you
and I allow
cruelly
the contrast
between you
and my present life.
Disappointment
is harder to bare sometimes
in real life
catapulting us
to alternative realities
concocted by our mourning minds
which seek those media dreams
of the perfect life
of escape from the flesh and blood realities
surrounding us
introducing to us
dripping disappointments
in self, others and family.
How guilt-dripping is this dynamic
where reality is seen to be
cruelly oppressive
compared to those media visions
concocted for us
by movies and tv.
Murdering false dreams
is what, therefore, the children
must do
in order to grow up
and become part of humanity.
Otherwise
a grieving shadow
that seeks that happily ever after
becomes a mind dripping
of false realities.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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What Is Reality?
Nowadays parents complain
that their children are spoiled
but children did not think so.
What is reality then?
Are children Freewheelers
Or parents want to make them
victims of their own ambitions?
Nowadays schoolteachers complain
that students do not study herd
What is reality after all?
Is teachers'complaint baseless
or students knew that knowledge
has become a purchasable commodity?
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We Are The Children
We are the children who never got to be children
We all grew up too fast
We are the children who cried silent tears
Praying it wouldn't last
We are the children who practised their smile
Hiding all the pain inside
We are the children who couldn't get away
Got dragged along for the ride
So now hear my prayer
Let the children smile
Don't take away their youth and innocence
Let them be kids for a while
So now join this march
For the children's rights
Don't lock them away in the cold and the dark
Just give them a shining light
The kids don't work they do my head in
Just remember it's coz of all the lies you spin
You think it's messed up now - just wait till you're old
You never made those memories out of gold
The kids they cry
Every single night
Just let them smile
And see the light
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Thanksmisgivings
THANKSMISGIVINGS
Edward Iacona
There's a little tradition on Thanksgiving
In which the family and each guest
Takes a turn before the dinner
To tell how their lives are blessed.
Each person speaks of gratitude
Within their minds reflection
As she listens and waits what does she think
In her personal introspection.
Does she give thought to her family
Once united, happy and strong.
Or a single thought to her husband
And how she did them wrong.
Details here are unimportant,
As our hurt remains inside.
Does she have any accountability
To consider how she lied.
If there's a mental inquisition
If recent past comes to her minds door...
My question ends with a preposition
What could she be thankful for?
poem by Edward Iacona
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Where O Where?
WHERE O WHERE? - Ed Iacona
On a hot and steamy summer night,
While eating Italian lemon Ices,
I thought again of the dismal plight
Caused by her Mid-Life Crises.
Say what you will to defend your 'change'
Deep inside you know what's true.
Our lives you hurt and made re-arrange
Yet my prayers ask, Where are YOU?
You said you aren't living your life
For your children and me too.
You sought escape as mom and wife
Still I question, Where are YOU?
In nature all birds leave the nest
But before they take to the blue
Two parents teach them to be their best
I'm here. Where are YOU?
So, Maysie, am I your Horton?
I'm still caring after you flew.
Trying to balance on a branch
And wondering, Where are YOU?
You left your family to seek your 'light'.
That is what you said was true.
Yet, one wonders how you sleep at night
We're here, Where are YOU?
Our daughter is in all honors,
Taking college level Spanish too...
Yo tengo un pregunta grande,
¿Adonde estabas tu?
All the shades of their growing up,
No matter what we go through,
Should be part of our family's loving cup
But sadly, Where are YOU?
poem by Edward Iacona
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The Poor Children Of Iraq
They've never harmed anybody so why are they under attack
Born in the wrong Land at the wrong time the poor children of Iraq
For the crimes of other people why must they be made to pay
They are the innocent victims and why do it have to be this way?
Poor children are made to suffer pawns of a deadly war game
Left to live with horrific injuries this is to all of our shame
They have been robbed of a future war is so very unfair
Damage done to the minds of children in war zones time will not even repair,
Innocent Iraqi war children they deserve better than this
Why deprive them of a future rob them of any chance of happiness
Mothers weep for their dead and injured children war is a terrible thing
Though ballads of famous war victories the balladeers well may sing
But who will sing of the innocent war victims of every bombing and terrorist attack
Like the poor children living in war zones the innocent kids of Iraq.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Vortext
VORTEXT
Edward Iacona
In math it's taught Pi R Square
But this is what I've found
No matter how you slice it
Pi is usually round.
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The Blame Game
THE BLAME GAME
Edward Iacona
When choosing a different life path
One may not get just what they thought.
Even Columbus wound up somewhere
Other than where he sought.
She demanded her new journey
As her family begged her, 'No! '
And as witnesses to her false words and deeds,
She is reaping what she did sow.
One is accountable for their actions,
And with all due respect,
No matter books read and voices heard,
What the heck did she expect?
So here's a murderous little metaphor
That could be defended with vigor,
When someone gets shot; do you blame the gun,
Or the one who pulled the trigger?
poem by Edward Iacona
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Pedophiles
Like vampires stealing children,
Slavers slip through the dark shadows of the night
Hunting for the innocents
Before the dawning of another days’ light
It’s a business for them
Their lust for money keeps them up so late
Luring innocent victims,
Uncaring, knowing neither love nor hate
Seeking innocent children
Those who cannot see behind their smiles
Who’re surreptitiously taken
To be sold to wealthy pedophiles
Their victims are children
With no means to protect their health
Taken by evil men,
Who’re concerned only for their wealth
They’re only businessmen,
Going forth to make their dirty millions
Minimal investment
Brings them into a trade worth billions
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