Emend
Mend, emend, end, amend, fend, send, bend;
And like the joy in her bowl! !
But, children are the fruit of the womb.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Broken Fences
Broken Fences
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Monday, November 2,2009, @ 12: 50 PM
A rose to you I now shall send
Gone are the days with my best friend
Empty pockets willing no longer to lend
Wasting time I now alone spend
If only time I could suspend
You back in my arms I’d pretend
With you I’d exhaust every weekend
Affectionate letters now I’d resend
To cherish you more I’d intend
Into the darkest of caverns I would descend
Captive wires I would unbend
On summits high I would ascend
Your every need I would contend
Lavish parties we would attend
On you all I would spend
For you are truly a godsend
Preoccupied I was with having a girlfriend
On you I relied and came to depend
On this truly you I commend
Released from the nest birds must fend
This voyage now I append
Left to my own qualms I must now tend
A tree in the wind must learn how to bend
Words spoken never meant to offend
An Oak leaf I now extend
All reservations I now suspend
You my love was the perfect blend
For actions taken now I emend
Insecurities seems to be the trend
Is this what you truly want to defend?
Can fondness time truly transcend?
Broken fences need to now mend
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Mare
Depthless,
Exhaustive,
Voluntary,
Military,
To bring out and to put out!
But the eagle above is watching us all.
Amend,
Emend,
Emptied,
And to take heed!
But, i am Mare with the muse of love;
And like joy in the land of peace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Away The Bowl
Our grateful hearts with temperance burn,
Away, away the bowl,
From dram shops all, our steps we turn,
Away, away the bowl;
Farewell to rum and all its harms,
Farewell the wine-cup's boasted charms,
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
See how that staggering drunkard reels!
Away, away the bowl;
Alas, the misery he reveals,
Away, away the bowl;
His children grieve, his wife's in tears!
How sad his once bright home appears!
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
We drink no more, nor buy nor sell,
Away, away the bowl!
The grog-shop's offers we repel,
Away, away the bowl.
United in a temperance band,
We 're joined in heart, we 're joined in hand,
Away the bowl, away the bowl, away, away the bowl.
poem by John Pierpont
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The Pace For Life.. For Death/ Do We Really Know
Why does life end?
Is it our sould that you mend?
Or just for our hearts that you send,
When our lives begin to bend.
Is it for our lives that you fend?
Our bodies that you tend.
In our minds we know,
But is it truelly we know?
Are you friend? Or are you foe?
Where is it you tell us to go?
Do we have the choice to say no?
Is ift fast or is it slow?
Through our eyes we see your face,
As black as nothing, as white as lace.
What now do we truelly face?
Are you the end of the race?
Are you the next base?
Or just here to set a pace?
As we climb your mountain do we really get steaper?
As we swim in your sea does it get deeper?
Or is it our mind tha tmakes it steaper?
Or our souls that make it deeper?
Please tell me this,
Oh GrimReaper.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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My Answers
Children are the fruit of the womb;
So, present your questions to me and,
I will give you my answers.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Children II
This place of the land is allotted to the righteous,
And your love is all that guides me on;
But, children are the fruit of the womb.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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We Live, Work And Play (Roundelay)
In life people play their own kind of games
call each other dear or some hurting names
and the world to its very final end
is in a way that no one can ever mend.
We live, work and sometimes joyfully play
right through the year each and every day
and secretively our own lives do bend,
is in a way that no one can ever mend.
Still we want to be honest and quite true
in all the small things that we daily do
but self centred are the time we do spend;
is in a way that no one can ever mend.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Once Children Are Rifting
Once children are rifting
Mom tries to mend
She mends and mends and mends
Until she is powerless, it’s out of her hand
Once children are rifting
She still stands brave
For imaginative path
Uncontrolled it rift away
She dips into tears helpless
Once children are rifting
She pours tears immobilized
Asking God `` Set My Children Together``
Emotional and agonizing she converse
There are my children intelligent or disobedient
Still there are my children.Oh God!
Once children are rifting
It’s very unbearable and painful affair
For a mom to familiarity the moment
Still she stands next to them to mend till her
sky-scraping strength fade``Deceased``
poem by Ezna Stephna
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Children Are Rifting!
Once children are rifting
Mom tries to mend
She mends and mends and mends
Until she is powerless, it's out of her hand
Once children are rifting
She still stands brave
For imaginative path
Uncontrolled it rift away
She dips into tears helpless
Once children are rifting
She pours tears immobilized
Asking God …. `` Set My Children Together``
Emotional and agonizing she converse…
There are my children …… intelligent or disobedient
Still there are my children.Oh God!
Once children are rifting
It's very unbearable and painful affair
For a mom to familiarity the moment
Still she stands next to them to mend till her
sky-scraping strength fade..........``Deceased``
(26th August 2011)
poem by Ezna Stephna
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Art is a fruit that grows in man like a fruit on a plant or a child in its mother's womb.
Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb.
The Still Borns Of Africa
we are still in the womb
swimming in the filthy fluid of corruption
we are still in the womb
battling to cut the umbilical cord of pollution
we are still in the womb
preying on the reminant of deprived relation
we are still in the womb
drowning in the congest world of deprivation
we are still in the womb
protesting against divisional segregation
we are still in the womb
exsalting the strength of voices calling for attention
we are still in the womb
reaching the spheres through screw faces and traumatic expression
we are still in the womb
paddling our ways through neglect and isolation
we are still in the womb
stirring gently towards the end of our active function
we are still in the womb of africa
waiting to be called the still borns of our mother
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Mother Cluny
Mother cluny
Rock me in your womb
Mother cluny
Rock me in your womb
Take the fear
And pain I feel
Turn em into
Tears that heal
Mother cluny
Rock me in your womb
Mother cluny
Suckle me at your breat
Mother cluny
Suckle me at your breat
Tend the seed
That love has sown
In the temple of my
Flesh and bone
Mother cluny
Suckle me at your breast
Mother cluny
Hold me in your fire
Mother cluny
Hold me in your fire
That I may shed
This dead old skin
That I may find
The fire within
Mother cluny
Hold me in your fire
Mother cluny
Clothe and send me forth
Mother cluny
Clothe and send me forth
To be present
At the birth
Of the new heaven
Of the new earth
Mother cluny
Clothe and send me...
Clothe and send me forth
song performed by by Waterboys
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Somebody
I need a lady, not somebody shady
Need someone to be close to
Somebody cozy, not somebody nosey
Help me see my whole day through
Someone to share the load
Somebody to walk the road I live on, live
Good lord send me, good lord mend me
Send me down someone for me
Said I wont be choosy
You could send me a floosy
Send me anybody you please
Somebody say you will
Somebody further still
Somebody, some, somebody for me
Now wont you send me somebody
Yeah, somebody
Wont you send me somebody
Now wont you send me somebody
Well, call for somebody
Scream loud and bloody
Call woman, woman, come on to me
Save for tomorrow
Share all your sorrow
Misery enjoys company
Yes it does, yes it does
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Send Her My Love
Its been so long
Since Ive seen her face
You say shes doin fine
I still recall
A sad cafe
How it hurt so bad to see her cry
I didnt want to say good-bye
Send her my love, memories remain
Send her my love, roses never fade
Send her my love
The same hotel, the same old room
Im on the road again
She needed so much more
Than I could give
We knew our love could not pretend
Broken hearts can always mend.
(chorus)
Callin out her name Im dreamin
Reflections of a face Im seein
Its her voice
That keeps on haunting me
Send her, send her my love
Roses never fade
Memories remain
Send her, send her, my love
song performed by by Journey
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Orange Appeal
Half the rude you brought once has cold
We send with friends
All the evil actions worked my mood on you
As the energy comes from the waves at cliffs
Moan miss
We look for leaves on the family tree
Ah:thee won't sing
Half the rude you brought once has cold
We send with friends
Compare an apple to an orange like in the
Dream we seen
As the energy come from the waves at Trussels
And all this hearty fruit has made my muscles grow to what you see
Half the rude you brought once has cold
We send with friends
Will you just bend
Apples and Oranges
song performed by by Alien Ant Farm from ANThology
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3. Young Mechanic
Revving engines hear them roar
Round the corner of the door
Gave a push across the floor
Sleeping cats not there no more
My racing car a friction toy
Not made for girls just for a boy
Gives me nothing but great joy
Bought for me by Uncle Roy
I like to send it round the bend
Up to the staircase at the end
To fall down stairs as I intend
This leaves me with a car to mend
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Be Very Patient
Be very patient,
The potter's clay;
Be very wise,
The writer's pen;
Be very useful,
Of the muse of life with a living hope;
Let your yes be yes and your no be no.
Life is like the patience of Iyyob,
So abstain from fleshly lust;
Like the days of our visitations on this earth.
Sarah obeyed Abraham,
Like the sea and the seashore;
So established are the two witnesses.
Oh womb, womb, womb!
Oh bomb, bomb, bpomb! !
Oh tomb, tomb, tomb! ! !
Be very patient in this life.
Womb. bomb, tomb;
The womb is opened.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The earth is defiled.
Womb, bomb, tomb;
The time of trouble on this earth with our muses.
Our bombs will shake the heavens,
And our sins will led us to our tombs;
As it is written in the Book Of Life like,
A child born today from the womb.
We came out of the womb and,
Many of us will be killed by the bombs! !
Which will finally send us into the tombs.
Read about the facts,
Learn about the truth,
Our days of darkness from the womb!
We came out of the womb and,
Are destroying the world with our bombs;
Soon, we will be buried in the tombs!
Womb, bomb, tomb;
Be very patient on this earth without hatred.
Lets be each others keeper,
Lets learn for the truth of all things;
Our days on this earth is still very short.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Send Your Mind
Van Morrison
Bang Masters
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(guitar intro)
(Send your mind)
(Send your mind)
(Send your mind)
(Send your mind)
Well you're out there, on the highway
While you're drivin', a-roll on by
Goin' south between the bridges
While the river's runnin' dry
And if ya can't come home
Please send your mind
(Send your mind)
(Send your mind)
(Send your mind)
(Send your mind)
Now you're talkin', where ya goin'
On the train that sees the road
'Cross the nation, passing stations
While the night is as black as coal
And if you can't come home
Please send your mind
(Send your mind)
(Send your mind)
Ooo!
(Guitar solo and Instrumental)
(Send your mind)
(Send your mind)
Well, if your handle ain't, on your heartbeat
And your headed between the sheet
And the sign isn't from the lamp post
On the corner of the street
And if ya can't come home
Please send your mind
(Send your mind)
(Send your mind)
Ooo-ooo-we
(Send your mind)
(Send your mind)
Ooo-ooo-wee-ooo
(Send your mind)
A we-we-eee
(Send your mind)
A we-eee
(Send your mind)
Aah, little darlin'
(Send your mind)
Come on home
(Send your mind)
Come on home
(Send your mind)
Aah, send it, send it, send it
Send your mind
(Send your mind)
Ah, try to send it, baby
(Send your mind)
All ya gotta do
(Send your mind)
Shoo-be-do, shoo-be-do, shoo-be-do
(Send your mind)
Aah, send your mind
(Send your mind)
(Send your mind)
Go on send it darlin'
(Send your mind)
Come on home
(Send your mind)
~
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Daughter of my womb
Daughter of my womb
You've stabbed my heart so bad
You've killed the bearer of your life
Daughter of my womb am dying
My smile is but a frown
I have no idea whom I will crown
As the daughter of your womb
For you've sent them all to the tomb
My wrinkled hands needed a tender one
My closing eye libs needed to see before they are gone
The seed of the seed of my womb are no more
Daughter of my womb, you've killed the daughters of your womb
The medicine man in his robes
Administered the wrong root for a drug
Your womb is empty I have nothing to wait for
Why didn't you tell me of your planned atrocities before?
Daughter of my womb
Daughter of my womb
You've stabbed my heart so bad
You've killed the bearer of your womb
You've sent your seed to the tomb
You've dragged the generation of your womb
Daughter of my womb, you've killed us.
poem by Robert Abok
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