Symtoms
My womanhood,
Of the usual symtoms of my menstrual pains and miscarriages!
But i will give you children in time of need.
Vanishing black beauty,
And of the assurance of things to come;
But i will do my best to make love to you.
My womanhood,
It was originally meant for you;
And to overcome these symtoms amd to love you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Think Of The Soul
THINK of the Soul;
I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to your Soul
somehow to live in other spheres;
I do not know how, but I know it is so.
Think of loving and being loved;
I swear to you, whoever you are, you can interfuse yourself with such
things that everybody that sees you shall look longingly upon
you.
Think of the past;
I warn you that in a little while others will find their past in you
and your times.
The race is never separated--nor man nor woman escapes;
All is inextricable--things, spirits, Nature, nations, you too--from
precedents you come.
Recall the ever-welcome defiers, (The mothers precede them;) 10
Recall the sages, poets, saviors, inventors, lawgivers, of the earth;
Recall Christ, brother of rejected persons--brother of slaves,
felons, idiots, and of insane and diseas'd persons.
Think of the time when you were not yet born;
Think of times you stood at the side of the dying;
Think of the time when your own body will be dying.
Think of spiritual results,
Sure as the earth swims through the heavens, does every one of its
objects pass into spiritual results.
Think of manhood, and you to be a man;
Do you count manhood, and the sweet of manhood, nothing?
Think of womanhood, and you to be a woman; 20
The creation is womanhood;
Have I not said that womanhood involves all?
Have I not told how the universe has nothing better than the best
womanhood?
poem by Walt Whitman
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Give Love To The Children
Give Love to the children Children need love everyday
Give love to the children Guide them on their way
Love's like a burning flame consumes all that stands in the way
Love is the only power on earth to take all the hatred away
GIVE LOVE TO THE CHILDREN set the children free
To make their own decisions then they will clearly see
Love is the sun the moon and the stars love is a golden ring
Love is the one thing the whole world desires be it beggar or king
GIVE LOVE TO THE CHILDREN youth has not long to stay
Love is a long term investment the best you will find any day
Love like the rising sun takes all the darkness away
Our children will tell their children and their childrens children will say
Give love to the children they are our crock of gold
and if perchance they ever stray they will come back to the fold
Give love to the children the children of today
Give love to the children and love will come to stay.
poem by Elizabeth Quinn
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Give Love To Children
Give Love to the children Children
need love everyday
Give love to the children Guide
them on their way
Love's like a burning flame
consumes all that stands in the way
Love is the only power on earth
to take all the hatred away
Give Love to set the children free
To make their own decisions
then they will clearly see
Love is the sun the moon and the
stars love is a golden ring
Love is the one thing the whole
world desires be it beggar or king
Give Love to youth
has not long to stay
Love is a long term investment
the best you will find any day
Love like the rising sun takes all
the darkness away
Our children will tell their
children and their childrens
children will say
Give love to the children they are
our crock of gold
and if perchance they ever stray
they will come back to the fold
Give love to the children the
children of today
Give love to the children and love
will come to stay.
poem by Akingbehin Daniel Murphy
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Pretty Girls Make Graves
Upon the sand, upon the bay
"there is a quick and easy way" you say
Before you illustrate
I'd rather state :
"i'm not the man you think i am
I'm not the man you think i am"
And sorrow's native son
He will not smile for anyone
And pretty girls make graves
Oh ...
End of the pier, end of the bay
You tug my arm, and say : "give in to lust,
Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll
Soon be dust ... "
Oh, i'm not the man you think i am
I'm not the man you think i am
And sorrow's native son
He will not rise for anyone
And pretty girls make graves
Oh ...
I could have been wild and i could have
Been free
But nature played this trick on me
She wants it now
And she will not wait
But she's too rough
And i'm too delicate
Then, on the sand
Another man, he takes her hand
A smile lights up her stupid face
(and well, it would)
I lost my faith in womanhood
I lost my faith in womanhood
I lost my faith ...
Oh ...
Hand in glove ...
The sun shines out of our behinds ...
Oh ...
song performed by by Smiths
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And You...?
every month
my womanhood gets
thrown into the dustbin
at the street corner
every month
my womanhood
gets flushed out
in the water closet
month after month
i revive as a woman
i'm re-born as a woman
to nourish and nurture you
you say i need
to be a woman
to understand
what a man feels
and you?
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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International Women's Day - 100th Anniversary
Let us bow before
The womanhood
This day, on the 100th anniversary of
International Women’s Day
Nature has endowed
The women folk
Patience,
Love and care
And above all that
The devout attachment
To anything
That belongs to them
They are designed to
Nurture relationship
With a tact
So that relationships are
Rightly maintained
And with a least sign of any strain
They are wrongly termed
As the weaker sex
But it is coined only those
Who are male chauvinists
Attempt is only to make them feel weak
Women are much stronger than what they look
Their kindness to humanity
Is the one that helps the race be on the move
And on continuity
As much as they know how to love
They know also know how to hate
They are framed to keep things together
They are also molded to throw things apart
They are mothers
They can also provide the care of fathers
They can encourage
And equally discourage
They wait and strike at the right time
They are loveable
They dissolve in embraces
They embrace to solidify a weakened confidence
They are less expressive
But turn out to be a volcano if they are to express
Something strongly undesired
They only can make a home
We, men, can only make a house
They are tradition guards
We, men, can be tradition traitors
They are sisters, wives, mothers, daughters and so on
But basically they are mothers
We, men are brothers, husbands, fathers, sons and so on
But basically we are only men
They proved to be better managers
Than what men did
As they demonstrated better empathy
They think beyond
They envision farther
They are organized better
And let us resolve
To see the womanhood
Just not the woman
And to respect
The great qualities a woman has
And all the rest like
Empowering them,
Educating them,
Enthusing them to independence, etc.
Will take care of it
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Giv Luv
Give Love to the children Children
need love everyday
Give love to the children Guide
them on their way
Love's like a burning flame
consumes all that stands in the
way
Love is the only power on earth
to take all the hatred away
GIVE LOVE TO THE CHILDREN set
the children free
To make their own decisions
then they will clearly see
Love is the sun the moon and the
stars love is a golden ring
Love is the one thing the whole
world desires be it beggar or
king
GIVE LOVE TO THE CHILDREN youth
has not long to stay
Love is a long term investment
the best you will find any day
poem by Akingbehin Daniel Murphy
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At Last
O the years I lost before I knew you,
Love!
O, the hills I climbed and came not to you,
Love!
Ah! who shall render unto us to make
Us glad
The things which for and of each other's sake
We might have had?
If you and I had sat and played together,
Love,
Two speechless babes in the summer weather,
Love,
By one sweet brook which, though it dried up long
Ago,
Still makes for me today a sweeter song
Than all I know-
If hand-in-hand through the mysterious gateway,
Love
Of womanhood, we had first looked and straightway,
Love,
Had whispered to each other softly, ere
It yet
Was dawn, what now in noonday heat and fear
We both forget-
If all of this had given its completeness,
Love,
To every hour, would it be added sweetness,
Love?
Or ill
With thee? One wish could I more sweetly tell,
More swift fulfill?
Ah, vainly thus I sit and dream and ponder,
Love,
Losing the precious present while I wonder,
Love,
About the days in which you grew and came
To be
So beautiful, and did not know the name
Or sight of me.
But all lost things are in the angel's keeping,
Love;
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping,
Love;
The years of heaven will all earth's little pain
Make good,
Together there we can begin again,
In babyhood.
poem by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Let us rise in the moral power of womanhood; and give utterance to the voice of outraged mercy, and insulted justice, and eternal truth, and mighty love and holy freedom.
quote by Maria W. Chapman
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A shine like light
She was blazing like sun shine
The nature had made her look good and fine
I never thought of making her mine
Dreamed a lot to sit with her and dine
She was perfect model
Als! I could worship her as idol
What was something special in her?
It is to be difficult task to narrate here
She shined with her natural beauty
She looked elegant on duty
What a way of making move in calculated manner?
I was to be lost in her sooner
I tried to capture her in my imagery
She can be adored piece in scenery
I was visualizing the next move
She came like flash and drove
What was left behind a simple trail of image?
She was just a rose flower on page
She did represent beautiful young age
It is quite difficult to present and manage
I was lucky to have her glimpse
She was all the way meant to please
I did not relax but found at ease
It was coming like flash and difficult to erase
Well, she represened a sunny side of the object
No well manner man can outrightly reject
She is not selective piece or subject
But a means to realize the beauty and inject
She can be well analyzed as glory for womanhood
This can be well grasped and uderstood
It is not mere cutting a carve piece from wood
It is well manner thought to serve as food
Things may move as usual
Certain things are not seen as casual
It is part of our feeling and imagery
It can make us feel sad or merry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The beauty for an individual human being
The beauty for the cultivating land is attributed
to be paddy and sugarcane plantations;
The beauty for the pond is the
presence of widespread lotus flowers;
The beauty for the chaste womanhood
is the inherent bashfulness in her behaviour;
The beauty for an individual human being,
- said to come for the praise in his afterlife -
is the virtue by which he lived and gained
in the society! - (naanmaNik katikai 9)
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Love In The Future
I cannot bathe you in a river gone black
I cannot hold you in a poison rain
If I cant see you through the air that we breathe
What will love in the future be?
I wanna watch my children laugh as they run
I wanna hold their children on my knee
And tell them stories of a vanishing sun
Of how it used to be
In my lovers life I want to share
I want to see the world now through her eyes
And about everything she sees, I care
The time has come to rise
I cannot bathe you in a river gone black
I cannot hold you in a poison rain
If I cant see you through the air that we breathe
What will love in the future be?
Will we make it a different story?
Is there love in the future for you and me?
Were looking for answers in outer space
When will we discover the earth is a sacred place?
Chorus
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Parents Vs Children
Things that i don't understand in this world is that why do some people
get into relationship, getting married, enjoying life and making love.
But when it comes to children or when they already have kids, they
could not accept their responsibilities as parents. They do have
regrets of having kids especially if the kids are naughty, giving problem
or giving them headaches. They always beating, shouting, saying bad words to the kids saying wish you never exist, wish you never been born.
Instead of being calm, giving advice, doing good things which would make their children happy and be proud to have good parents.
Instead of thinking good ideas which would make them close to each other
.
Child is a child, they need more time with their parents. They need
attention, care, and love. Children are curious to everything, they need
to know antyhing as part of growing up. They need the guidance of
parents, but what I see nowadays is different. Parents just give material things to show their love for their kids.
Some parents just go out to parties, shopping, prefer to hang out with their friends rather than their kids. Then they just leave the children
to the nannies/babysitter.
Parents make their children be far from them instead children to get
close to the nannies who always there for them and give the love to the children. Parents must be a role model for the children, but what i see
now is that children do as what their parents do, they become more liberated.
There are also some parents who give up for their children. Some choose their own happiness, they don't like to stay at home with their kids. especially if thier husband dont have time for them too. the tendency, both couple would have a problem that result to divorce.
Where is the love that they shared? where is the promises and vows they had?
poem by Judith Kempis
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A Missed Childhood
I missed out on having a childhood
went from a little girl to womanhood.
I think the way my parents raised their children
was only the best of what they're parents could.
I always felt like their Cinderella
always cleaning, ironing and straightening up it seemed.
Taking care of my little sisters and brother
never spending time to be just that child which I need.
I always felt that I had missed out on something
and searched for that missing link throughout my life.
Been married too many times to speak of
been a mother to two sons and a loving wife.
I always promised myself not to repeat
what and how I had been raised.
But to give my sons all of my love
with Respect and Love and Praise.
To allow them to be a child
the best child that they could be.
And always keep myself in check
remembering that missing part of that child in me.
poem by Linda Winchell
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Love And Beauty
(Mike Pinder)
I look around at other people
I brush their shoulders at the corner of the street
But all they notice is their feet
It wasn't meant this way
Their minds have gone astray
If they could lift their eyes they'd see
There's people smiling just like me and I'll agree
It's not their fault because it's raining
It's all work and no play, it's just another day
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
Should be everybody's duty
To welcome every man as a friend
I wish that I could change the world
For every boy there'd be a girl for him to know
And maybe people would look up
Then they might realize they're not the only ones alive
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
Should be everybody's duty
To welcome every man as a friend
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
(Love) Love and beauty (Love)
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song performed by by Moody Blues
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Harm To Ham
Protection at the time of trouble is always done with care,
But the light of the righteous is the way forward;
For i am now in the wings of love flying so high above you!
Seal, weal, deal, meal, peal, zeal, heal, real, teal, veal;
In the appointed season with my love to take care of the things!
But the sisterhood and the brotherhood is like,
Childhood, womanhood and manhood which are pictured allegorically.
Weeping and gnashing of teeth by the camping at the sea,
Harm to Ham when Cush begot Nimrod;
For it really makes a difference with your love!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Do You Love Your Children
Father do you love your children
I heard you do
But father will you help your children
We need you to
It could be worse I know its true
But only if we plan
La la la lady mary... its time to show your hand
La la la lady mary... and make a few demands
Children do you hope that someone
Is watching you
But do you feel the need for someone
I know I do
I think about it constantly
We really arent that wise
La la la lady mary... open up our eyes
La la la lady mary... and make us realize
First I have a question
(do you love us)
I would like to know
(do you love us)
Do you love your children
(do you love us)
Do you love your children
(do you love us)
Yes we really need to know
(do you love us)
I think the time has come for you to show
(do you love us)
(do you love us) (do you love us)
(do you love us)(do you love us)
(do you love us) (do you love us)
(do you love us)
Mother, do you love your children
I know you do
But mother do you know your children
Will poison you
The answer does not seem too clear
We look so hard ourselves
La la la lady mary... put your books back on the shelf
La la la lady mary... and save us from ourselves
First I have a question
(do you love us)
I would like to know
(do you love us)
Do you love your children
(do you love us)
Do you love your children
(do you love us)
Yes we really need to know
(do you love us)
I think the time has come for you to show
(do you love us)
(do you love us) (do you love us)
(do you love us)(do you love us)
(do you love us) (do you love us)
(do you love us)
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Touch not
Touch not a woman to hurt
but touch in tenderness and in love
touch not a woman to kill
but touch to give life
touch not a woman to curse
but to bless, and make jolly.
Make not a woman cry
for her tears augur nothing good
make her happy and you will enjoy
all goodness and beauty in her
Is it not known all over the earth
that woman is the mother of all creation?
She needs her respect, her love and beauty
she is adorned with beauty, meticulously put together
to move who ever sees her
Who gives the right to strike woman?
what authority do you have to abuse her
what power do you have to violet her rights
look man, you are because of her
Gone are the days, when women meant nothing
they now mean everything, they put food on the table
pay fees for their children, fend for their families.
Touch not in anger and spite
touch, touch, touch not! ! ! !
poem by Kente Lucy
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Love Is A Mystery to me
Love can be a cruel, demanding master
While at the same time be a delicious delight
Can shatter one’s heart as if twas fragile alabaster
evoke sensuous pleasure or vicious bite
A thing you can’t see, or in your hand hold
Can make your heart race, or come to a stop
A forceful phantasm, which one can’t control
Can make spirits soar, can cause tears to drop
Can make you say things, you should not say out loud
Can make you say things, to whom you should not
Can embarrass you deeply, or make you feel proud
Unleash your emotions, or tie your heart in a knot
Love has the power to make you do things
Nonsensical, idiotic or brash
Love has the power to give one’s heart wings
Or to plunge into despair with a crash
All suffer from it, everyone is susceptible
No one’s above it, love’s impossible to deny
At some given time, everyone is vulnerable
The only release from love is to die
Love’s an emotion without any boundary
Love is a force with which to be reckoned
From the love for one’s country
To the love for one’s children…
Love is a mystery to me.
poem by David Whalen
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Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now
Against my love shall be, as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn;
When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travelled on to age's steepy night,
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life.
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
poem by William Shakespeare
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