Different From Others
Quickly! !
Emotions,
Missing,
Mixing,
Musing,
To pursuade them,
To pursuade you,
To pursuade me,
For the mind and body;
But, i am very different from others!
And like the eagle's wings to help me fly up high.
Living longer,
Changed,
Challenged,
Parents,
Grandparents,
Great grand parents!
With living habits to meet up to the right rules;
But, i am very different from others.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Really Like You
i'll buy you mangoes baby
your favorite fruit
i'll shave everything baby
i'll press my suit
i'll find that song by perry como you like to sing
i'll eat your tv dinners
and wear you cigar ring
do you think that I can pursuade
dont make me fade because
CHORUS:
i really like you baby
i want to see you baby
i really like you baby
i want to be you baby
i'll gladly make you
my first tatoo
you and me forever
in red and black and blue
i'll let you drive my car
i'll even paint my eyes
forget about all my friends
and tell outrageous lies
do you think I can pursuade
dont make me fade because
CHORUS
CHORUS (fades out)
CHORUS
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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In Celebration Of A Holiday
Yes I am a veteran,
Of a life given that is well experienced.
And on Memorial Day,
I think of my parents, grandparents...
And lives of my ancestors also veterans,
Of living lives in the doing for others.
My mind on this day,
Is not only on those who sacrificed their lives...
Wearing a uniform to serve time in the military.
I think of those who have sacrificed their lives,
For beliefs kept many today take for granted...
Just to eat and drink in celebration of a holiday.
Only to be glad to spend time away,
From a regular routine.
Yes I am a veteran,
Of a life given that is well experienced.
And on Memorial Day,
I think of my parents, grandparents...
And lives of my ancestors also veterans,
Of living lives in the doing for others.
And the doing for others many who have passed on,
And done...
Should on this day be always remembered.
And as far as wars, destruction and the loss of life goes?
There is nothing about the act of it that is worthy of celebration.
However...
The showing of an appreciation is a more honorable expression,
Than the rushing to feed one's greed as a priority...
To prove a loyalty in the doing of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What My Dreams in Life
When I was a child I'd a tough life.
I dreamed of becoming a doctor.
I dreamed of becoming a lawyer
But I ended up of being a nurse.
At an early age,
My parents were away from me
And only grandparents were there for me.
But then I understood it was for our future.
Though I'd encountered troubles with my playmates,
I was never a prodigal son to my parents.
I was just spoiled by my grandparents
And I don't blame them for loving me, of course.
When I was a high school student,
My parents trained me to be independent
That's why they sent me to the Seminary
To become a God-fearing person today.
When I went to college for study,
I took B.S in Nursing Degree
And all my teachers were proud of me
Especially on my personality.
Now that I'm a Registered Nurse in America,
Philippines, Kuwait, and Saudi Arabia,
Part of me is still missing...
I dream of a peaceful place to live
where my wife can stay with me.
I dream of a better world
Where my children can grow old.
Until all these dreams never come true,
My life is still an empty bottle.
poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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Living in a Fairy Tale
Living in a fairy
tale....
Oh, how I wish my
life could be like that.
How I want a
ending like happily
ever after...
Living in a castle with
my prince...
Having a magic
mirror...
That talks to you.
Seeing ogres in the
swamp....it is not
a pretty sight.
But oh well....
Oh...how I wish
I was living in a
fairy tale.
There would be no
rules...no parents
telling you what to
do...
Doing whatever you
want...
And life would be
LOVELY!
How I wish I was
living in a fairy tale!
poem by Lisa Parks
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Parents today are under a lot of stress, sometimes working two jobs just to make ends meet. They're trying to find day care for their kids and elder care for their own parents. The Federal Government shouldn't add to their worries by not living up to its obligations.
quote by Barbara Mikulski
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My sister was the smart one I was the slow one
My sister was the smart one. I was the slow one.My parents always talked about her all the time. She wnet to a really great high school. I did not go to a really great high school. You had to be smart to get into a special high school. My parents alwats spoke about her. My name was never mento No one asked me what I want to be when I grow up. She was a teacher at that time, She was going to mary a denist to be. My parents didn't talk about me. Because there was nothing to talk about.So to me I was a nobody.written and posted 4/18/11
poem by susan Garelick
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Children's role after you:
Birthday: parents to children;
Death anniversary: children to parents;
Marriage: parents for children;
Funeral: children for parents;
Others for these have no right;
Others for these are unfit.
Parents must have these in mind
When they write the will.
15.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Living & Living Well
Had a nice little life
A little boat a little beach
A little routine I liked
A blue ocean view
Free to go with the flow
Anywhere that I wanted to
But the moment you set foot on my shore
Thats when I knew
Theres a difference in
Living and living well
You cant have it all
All by yourself
Somethings always missing
til you share it with someone else
Theres a difference in living and living well
til you smiled with me
Thought that I had it good
As good as it could be
From the back of my deck
Caught a fish caught a breeze
And a thousand red sunsets
But sitting here with you girl I just saw
The best one yet
Theres a difference in
Living and living well
You cant have it all
All by yourself
Somethings always missing
til you share it with someone else
Theres a difference in living and living well
My days are brighter
My sky a deeper blue
My nights are sweeter
When Im with you
Theres a difference in
Living and living well
You cant have it all
All by yourself
Somethings always missing
til you share it with someone else
Theres a difference in living and living well
song performed by by George Strait
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If You Get Up And Move
Get up and move...
With a living that you're given.
Get up and move...
With a living that you're given.
Get up and move...
With a living that you're given.
With a living that you're given...
You'll receive what's yours to get.
That's If you,
Get up and move...
With a living that you're given.
Get up and move...
With a living that you're given.
Get up and move...
With a living that you're given.
With a living that you're given...
You'll receive to get what's missed.
Get up and move...
With a living that you're given.
Get up and move...
With a living that you're given.
Get up and move...
With a living that you're given.
With a living that you're given...
You'll receive what's yours to get.
And what you'll get will be a gift....
To lift your consciousness.
That's if you get up and move.
You will see what has been missing!
If you get up and move.
You will see what has been missing!
Get-Up-And-Move.
You will see what has been missing!
You will see what has been missing!
You can't miss what's yours to get.
That's if you...
Get up and move.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I think all kids think their parents are strict. My parents aren't superstrict, but they seem to be stricter than most. But even though it's like, 'Oh, gosh, I've gotta be in at this time,' they know what they're doing. I have great parents.
quote by Cody Linley
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Breeze Breeze Breeze
your parents are not your parents
though you come from them
or though not
your parents are not your parents
they are merely the bows and you are
the arrow
mind the direction where the force
of the hand shoots you
mind the wind that gives you the push
mind the arrow
and let us see where fate takes you
why do we have to quarrel about the origin
of children
or the origin of the species?
move forward and find the real purpose
of the stars
you are here. Go there.
Does it really matter where do you come from?
there is more out there. Busy yourself
about the things to come
and give the best that is found inside
the chambers of your heart.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We ARE history! Everything we've ever been on the way to becoming us, we still are. Would you like the rest of the story? I'm made up of the memories of my parents and my grandparents, all my ancestors. They're in the way I look, in the color of my hair. And I'm made up of everyone I've ever met who's changed the way I think.
quote by Terry Pratchett
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Who Else Do You Think Does That?
'Are you STILL living with your parents?
And in 'their' home? '
Yes.
Yes I am.
And even though my father passed,
Twenty-two years ago.
And my mother has been gone,
Almost eleven years...
I am very proud to say,
I live there alone!
With a peace of mind,
I am sure they would condone!
'I am very sorry.
I didn't know.'
Don't apologize.
I didn't expect you would.
Gossips wouldn't want anyone to realize that!
Especially in this rumor drenched neighborhood.
'So it has been you 'alone' who make ends there meet? '
Who else do you think does that?
In my 'parents' retreat!
The gossipers who breed and feed negativity?
'Forgive me for putting my foot in my mouth.'
Hey...
That doesn't bother me.
Where I dwell there is peace.
And I have the 'key' to go where it is released.
What you and others do with your feet,
Is not a concern of mine at all!
Enjoy your blessed day.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Missing You
Your smile lights up a room
Like a candle in the dark
It warms me through and through
And I guess that I had dreamed
We would never be apart
But that dream did not come true
And missing you is just a part of living
Missing you feels like a way of life
Im living out the life that Ive been given
But baby I still wish you were mine
And I cannot hear the telephone
Jangle on the wall
And not feel a hopeful thrill
And I cannot help but smile
At any news of you at all
And I guess I always will
Cause missing you is just a part of living
And missing you feels like a way of life
Im living out the life that Ive been given
But baby I still wish you were mine
Missing you is just a part of living
And missing you feels like a way of life
Im living out the life Ive been given
But baby I still wish you were mine
Im living out the life that Ive been given
But baby I still wish you were mine
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Why Give Them Drugs?
Why are you sad?
when you should be glad.
For it is true that feelings
change fast...
but they don't have to last.
Feelings are not you
but they help transform life
and make it better too.
Without emotions we would only be clones
be all the same like a Star Wards drone.
It's too bad that parents let doctors
make kids just go through the motions-
and not their range of emotions.
We shouldn't be like witches
and give them potions.
Great Indigos, Star children and Crystals kids
have come here-
to help the planet so dear.
So just let them live more alive
Let them feel a whole range of emotions,
not just survive.
They are here to help the planet see
a new way of living if we just let them be
the best they can be.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 7,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The one most cared
I know my date of birth
And those of my children.
I don’t remember
My parents’ or wife’s,
Not to say of sibling’s.
At what age did
My grand parents go to the grave?
I don’t know
Who bothers about the stock?
04.11.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
The children who neglect their parents will be cursed,
The Nature makes such children’s house a hellish dome,
They are lucky children who are blessed by their parents,
It is said that there is a heaven under the legs of mother,
The children love or not to their mother but she loves all,
She embraces good or bad children but she can’t smother,
Mother is habituated to pray to God for all their happiness,
A few children won’t love their parents but love their wives,
In old age parents are in need of only their children’s love,
Who devote God, adore parents will be happy in their lives,
Love of parents always comes to children from the sky above,
God bless those children who are blessed by their parents,
And God curse those children who are cursed by their parents.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Living In Polaroid
Breathing in, spitting out
The bittersweet sugar of life
It used to taste better
Sucking in, pulling in
Emotions I just can't hide
Cheap smiles and promises
Cause we're polaroid
We're living in polaroid
Polaroid, it's making me paranoid
Hanging on, holding on
To cables inside my mind
Cut loose and crashing in
Serenade, the volume raise
Breaking glass heads and hands
I can't go on living
Cause we're polaroid
We're living in polaroid
Polaroid, it's making me paranoid
Polaroid, she's living in polaroid
Polaroid, it's making me paranoid, paranoid
You gotta set me free
You gotta set me free
You gotta set me free
Polaroid, we're living in polaroid
Polaroid, it's making me paranoid
She's polaroid, we're living in polaroid
Polaroid, it's making me paranoid
Polaroid (polaroid, polaroid, polaroid...)
She's my polaroid
Polaroid, it's missing in polaroid
Polaroid
song performed by by Feeder
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I Won't Fly
I'm just a little bird
but I've got wings
like the wings
of an eagle.
I can fly high
higher than the clouds
but I won't fly
because I want to walk with you
under the sun
or even under the rain.
I'm just a little bird
but I've got wings
like the wings
of an eagle.
I can fly high
but, I won't fly
and will never spread my wings
as long as I have
...your love.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Be there an introspection
Parents type I:
You feed the dog;
It guards the yard.
You pay the maid;
She is your aid.
Bone and flesh,
Parents gave you.
Without their nod
You flee with a lad.
You are ungrateful;
Parents are indignant.
Parents type II:
Plants give flowers
For bees to hover.
Moon sends light
For lovers to delight.
Cow yields calf.
Calf selects the bull.
Your bone and flesh-
Out of parents’ blush.
Give bone and flesh,
With one you wish.
Your joy parents cherish.
They have no remorse.
Which parents are you-
The one demanding a return
Or the one retaining the love?
22.11099
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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