Gouge
Gouge it out and throw it away,
For your mother had told you a lie!
And your grandmother is here toay with the facts,
And of your muse that laid bare last night.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Grandmother Told Me So
The declaration has been spoken,
For Grandmother told me so.
The darkeys have got their fetlocks broken,
For Grandmother told me so.
Oh, won't they have a lot of iron on hand!
And when the news travels,
Oh, won't it be grand!
'Twill sweep like a sugarcane over the land,
For Grandmother told me so.
American Eagle! hysterical bird!
Oh, flap your wing and crow!
The slaves are embellished--yes, that's the word,
For Grandmother told me so!
There's curious times in that ur section,
For Grandmother told me so.
They think they will have a resurrection,
For Grandmother told me so.
The penholders raving like persons insane --
The darkeys in exodus, raising cane,
And singing like martingales after a rain,
For Grandmother told me so.
But President Abe forgot Kentucky,
For Grandmother told me so.
And Geneses, too -- and that's unlucky,
For Grandmother told me so.
Malicious champagne will be open'd in vain,
Until we shall break the last ox-yoke and chain --
Till through the Benighted States freedom shall reign,
For Grandmother told me so.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Gouge Away
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
Missy aggravation
Some sacred questions
You stroke my locks
Some marijuana
If you got some
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
Sleeping on your belly
You break my arms
You spoon my eyes
Been rubbing a bad charm
With holy fingers
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
Chained to the pillars
A 3-day party
I break the walls
And kill us all
With holy fingers
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
song performed by by Pixies
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Gouge Away
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
Missy aggravation
Some sacred questions
You stroke my locks
Some marijuana
If you got some
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
Sleeping on your belly
You break my arms
You spoon my eyes
Been rubbing a bad charm
With holy fingers
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
Chained to the pillars
A three day party
I break the walls
And kill us all
With holy fingers
Gouge away
You can gouge away
Stay all day
If you want to
song performed by by Papa Roach from Lovehatetragedy
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Great Grandmother
great grandmother
grandmother's mother
she walked through my life
like red roses, that dropp over one's path
roses that hold us back to savour
the meaning cast between
two melancholic lines of a poem
great grandmother
grandmother's mother
she walked through my life
so sparingly, always with the
fervent wish to build a bridge to my life
you know it because she always walked
away with tears glistening in her eyes
tears glistening in her eyes
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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You do not verify from your mother the authenticity of what your grandmother has told you.
Enfants de Étoile
Enfants de Étoile
Belongs to the Mother star and Father star
But they have a grandmother that is a Grandmother star and they have A Granfather that is the Grandfather star
And they live in the star
But during the night they sleep because they need their sleep just like Humain beings do
But at night they wake up and have their dinner
And then they shine in the sky
But when they shine in the sky it is like watching a television
poem by Aldo Kraas
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My Grandmother
When she would talk about her mother,
it was as though there were another person in the room
She could see her mother in her mind;
It was as if my grandmother was dancing across the kitchen floor
It was as if she were talking about an imaginary person
who was not in the room
Her mother was in her mind
My mother was standing on the kitchen floor, cleaning a glass, and thinking of my grandmother
I could see it through the silence
poem by Samuel Stuart Pennell
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Though I was a mother at 21, being a grandmother makes the whole thing absolutely normal and gorgeous. The relief, the joy of being a grandmother is wonderful.
quote by Joanna Lumley
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I still need a mother
I need a mother who would love me
I need a mother who would take care of me
I need a mother who would understand me
I need a mother for who I am
I need a mother to know me
I need a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would not yell at her son
I need a mother who won't push her son away
I need a mother who would not throw me out of her life
Even though I still need a mother
Everyday I try to be nice
Sometime she don't care about me
What I need is a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would watch me grow
I need a mother who would celebrate my birthday
I need a mother who would miss me
I need a mother to cry on
I need a mother to know that her son loves her
But she won't let me know her
What I need is a mother
Who is no more now.
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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I still need a mother
I need a mother who would love me
I need a mother who would take care of me
I need a mother who would understand me
I need a mother for who I am
I need a mother to know me
I need a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would not yell at her son
I need a mother who won't push her son away
I need a mother who would not throw me out of her life
Even though I still need a mother
Everyday I try to be nice
Sometime she don't care about me
What I need is a mother who would be there for me
I need a mother who would watch me grow
I need a mother who would celebrate my birthday
I need a mother who would miss me
I need a mother to cry on
I need a mother to know that her son loves her
But she won't let me know her
What I need is a mother
Who is no more now.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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The Queen Mother, with a lifetime's popularity, seemed incapable of a bad performance as national grandmother-warm, smiling, human, understanding, she embodied everything the public could want of its grandmother.
quote by John Pearson
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Polygamous
A polygamous household,
Wealth carries authority and prestige;
But my sweet muse is now laid down bare for you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When I Was Asleep
Tonight I woke up in the midst of the night
Tonight I walked out of my dreams with bare feet
My steps were chasing moonlight
I were holding my.fears so tight
At the darkness of the night
The clouds like a nightmare were ebbed all around
I was walking there all alone
Maybe I was chasing emptiness
The voices of people who are gone melted with the silence of the night
Were singing sorrowful songs
Reminding me the longings of gone's
My fears were chasing shades of the loneliness
They've Took away my happiness
Under the moonlight I saw she was sitting there surrounded by emptiness
I went near her to talk she looked mockingly to my face
Tears were covering her face
We both had the same face
I saw myself there
Just I looked around and I've took a deep breath to run as fast as the wind of stormy night
Oh my dearest God what is going on
Why I'm here
What all these ment to be
I were there at misty night with bare feet I continued running breathlessly
There were little kids just I found out
What are they doing at the wouds at the mist of the night
I admired
I went near them but they were too busy to see me or at magic night I've turned invisible too,
if its true I won't admire
Oh at once I saw myself when I was a kid
I was alone stood there apart, away
My friends were playing happy there
But I was alone with an apple red cheeks always shy as I used to be
Yes that was me always shy and alone
Oh God I couldn't keep myself crying
Ah childhood days and friends
How precious how much it was touching to be there again
I continued my way I've saw a shining light through my way
My grandmother was standing right there
With angelic smile oh my beautiful angle that's she
As she always was, although she is gone She will stay the queen of my heart
I hold her tight I told her how much I missed her hug
I kissed her smile thousands and thousands of times
I told her how much I love
All those my sweet hearts that I've lost were there
I hugged them one by one
I hugged them so tight
I told them how I love
I hugged them and cried
After whiles I heard my.mother's voice She was telling me wake up its coffee time
I was asleep but my feet were still dusty knew that it was a gift from God
To go back again to childhood days
To meet again all my lover ones.
Oh my dearest God how I'm grateful for your greatness and for all the things that you've done.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Babysitter
Babysitter, baby, bitter, bet, better, best, set, bare, beat!
And like the Island of Dr. Louis;
But, with the genetic experimentation of your muse.
Babysitter, ray, say, bay, sit, sitter, bib, barb, tie, bat, star!
But, you are in love with her;
And like the works of your hands.
Babysitter, seat, as, are, era, ear, ears, eras, tear, tears, yes!
Strange move! !
While the babysitter takes care of your child;
But, this thing called the T.V. is also your babysitter.
Babysitter, it, is, rate, rates, beats, breast, rest, stir, stair!
Of the baby next to you,
And, like the real voice of your muse! !
But, you are in love with him.
Babysitter, sear, yet, sea, eat, ate, art, tar, bare, , tab, year!
But, you are in love with me and,
I am in love with you! !
However, you now have the T.V. as your babysitter.
Babysitter, as, at, set, tea, base, bear, air, years, rat, beast!
On the invoice and of your voice;
But, who is your babysitter today? ! !
For, thew facts around you say it all on your face.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mother may I
Mother may I
throw food around
because I am contrary as an infant?
Mother may I
play in the mud
because I like when you have to bathe me?
Mother may I
eat all the cookies
just because they taste so yummy?
Mother may I
draw on the walls
because I like your attention?
Mother may I
not do my homework
because I want to grow up faster?
Mother may I
stay out all night
because I feel like I'm suffocating at home?
Mother may I
have sex in your bed
because you arn't home to know about it?
Mother may I
borrow the car
so my friends and I can get high on the bridge?
Mother may I
take the TV
because I'll need something to do at college?
Mother may I
borrow some money
because I spent all of mine on the raised cigarette tax?
Mother may I
take you for granted
because I don't know any better?
Mother may I
have an abortion
because I am scared to become you so quickly?
Mother may I
cry in your arms
because I finally know what it feels like to be used?
Mother may I
come home to you
because I still love you more than anything?
Mother may I
have another cookie
because now I know to ask?
Mother may I
take your advice
because I want to know if he's right for me?
Mother may I
fall in love
because I want to be whole?
Mother may I
have your grandchild
because I want to be just like you?
Mother may I
give her your name
because she's just as beautiful to me as you are?
Mother may I
love you forever
because you are my loving mother and never gave up on me?
poem by Erica Francis
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Broken Home
she came from a broken home
where the parents at each other
would throw stones.
every day they would argue, bicker
and fight, all the way til the night.
not realizing their childs plight.
the child to them in turn would scream
but in the battle she was not seen.
from her father she had sexual abuse
fighting with him, was of no use.
he forced himself upon her at a very young age
from there on, her life would never be the same.
living in fear of what he would do
and who she could turn to.
where could she go
the judicial system moves very slow.
when she had told her mother.
her mother said it could never be
why would he go with you
when he has me?
she knew then, that she would have to leave
and with her being gone, no one would grieve.
she would pack her bags, with everything
she owned, and on the road she would go.
with tears in her eyes, she walked out
the door, to return never more.
and as she got to the swinging gate
her mother screamed to her
but it was too late.
on her dresser bureau, her mother found this note.
you gave birth to me, and brought me
into this world, and you had always said
that i was your little girl.
but when i told you what had happened to me
you laughed and turned your back on me.
so now i am leaving, because i can not
continue this abuse,
don't look for me, it will be of no use.
i love you mom, for you are my mother
just watch out for my little brother.
i am a child from a broken home
and i know that i'm not alone.
poem by Louis Rams
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Don't Throw It Away
It has been offered to you!
So, don't throw it away;
And like the sweet muse of a little child.
Local farmers,
Snipers,
Hatred before honour! !
But, killed in action;
With increased anger and hatred.
A cup of drink,
The muse of love,
The works of peace;
But, the truth has been offered to you!
So, don't throw it away.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Grandmother Would Drive
My grandmother could make a biscuit taste like steak.
And she did everything from 'scratch'.
Including making her own soap too.
The only thing I disliked,
That my Grandmother Clara ever did...
Was to get her driver's license.
My grandmother would drive,
And have an entire conversation...
Without looking at the road!
I had heard rumors of this...
But to witness it,
Was right out of Six Flags.
Or Disney World.
Don't ask me how she did this.
I was too busy trying to keep myself alive.
That 'imaginary' brake on the passenger side,
Of my grandmother's car...
Had worn a hole through the carpeted car floor.
And my grandmother never got a speeding ticket either.
She turned to me and asked why I had the door handle,
In my hand when speeding along the highway.
I did not realize I had pulled the handle from the door.
She frightened the 'hell' out of me.
'Grandma, I gotta use the bathroom.'
~And...? ~
'Pee.'
~You bet not be doin' that in my car, boy!
Why didn't you say somethin' when we were at the carwash? ~
'I didn't think I had to THEN, grandma.
But driving with you has proved me wrong.
I think I've got to throw up too! '
The only thing I disliked,
That my Grandmother Clara ever did...
Was to get her driver's license.
She said she didn't need to wait,
For my grandfather to take her anywhere...
She wanted to go.
And rarely did I see my grandmother,
Using the rearview mirror.
Or...
Keep her eyes on the road.
'Grandma, I gotta use the bathroom.
I'm serious.'
~And...? ~
'Pee.'
~You bet not be doin' that in my car, boy!
Why didn't you say somethin' when we were at the carwash?
You slowing me. You slowing me down. Geeesssshhh.
Precious Lord...hmmm hmmm...Lead me...hmmm.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Throw Away Your Television
Throw away your television
Time to make this clean decision
Master waits for it's collision now
It's a repeat of a story told
It's a repeat and it's getting old
Throw away your television
Make a break big intermission
Recreate your super vision now
It's a repeat of a story told
It's a repeat and it's getting old
[Chorus:]
Renegades with fancy gauges
Slay the plague for it's contagious
Pull the plug and take the stages
Throw away your television now
Throw away your television
Take the noose off your ambition
Reinvent your intuition now
It's a repeat of a story told
It's a repeat and it's getting old
[Chorus]
Throw away your television
Salivate to repetition
Levitate this ill condition now
It's a repeat
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from By The Way
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Poem for my Grandmother
By the time
I knew grandmother
She was no more
It took sisteen-years
To know
Of her pains
On that sick bed,
My sisteen-year-old
Knowingness was shocked
To hear mum narrate her past
Grandmother as indeed a great
Woman n her life time.
Each time I go to her grave
I break down and cried for her,
I wish grandmother saw
The best of me
Before she was taken to the beyond
I know she would be proud of me
Let this poem of mine
Be for her,
My great grandmother.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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