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For My Mother (For Charles James)

it is by the firm,
yet loving hand of my mother
that i am here today...
she taught me to read,
mathematics, reasoning,
and to question...
most of all,
she taught me to respect!
she beat her image of God
into every fibre of my being...

i've travelled far,
and sank low many times.
but i've always heard her voice,
seen her face in the night.

i am perhaps not
what she would have wanted,
but i am definitely me.
and i am her son!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mom

You hold me in your arms, first time,
Warm tears were rolling down on your cheek,
Drops of happiness betrayed your infinite ecstasy,
And "two hearts-one" then began to beat.

I was safe, I was not afraid,
Because I felt your love for me,
I understood right then that you are my Mom,
And I knew how long I will live you'll be my Mommy!

On so many late nights, you watched me
Whispering with love... "You'll be fine!"
You gave me comfort in pain and sorrow,
You, Mom, were always by my side.

You were the first sound that I said,
Which then opened a path to the whole range,
The dearest, the most beloved word,
The precious word of "Mother" that will never change.

You were there with me when I took the first step,
You have inspired me with power and will,
So much love I felt in your voice,
You taught me when to walk and when to stay still.

Hand in hand you walked with me on my first day of school,
The first book that we read together, now it's in the past,
Loving and tender you corrected my mistakes,
I still remember how you told me "You're the best!"

You taught me to say what I think and what I feel,
You told me; never, never lie,
And daily to live for Jesus,
Without fear to always watch the sky.

You taught me to comfort others with love,
And to spread the Light all around me,
You told me that I am a child of God,
You taught me to believe in Eternity!

So many precious things you planted in me,
Today I thank Jesus, Mother for You,
You gave me life and taught me how to live it,
Today, tomorrow, always my dear Mother; I Love You!

poem by Marius Alexandru (May 2020)
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I Want To Say Thanks For My Mother

I want to say Thanks for my Mother,

To me she taught how to Love one another;

With only one hand, to do the work she had to do,

But; she worked as if it was more hands than two.

She took us each Sunday to church and Sunday school,

And really cared to teach us children, the golden Rule;

That we need to Love God, and obey and Trust Him too,

Yes, if only she were here right now, I'd say to her thankyou.

My Mother taught us girls to learn, how to be truthful, also,

And how to read and also to Pray, and to others love to show;

She also taught us how to cook, to sew and knit as well,

These things is a lot for one hand lady, is what I can tell.

She was a foster Mother to many a child and baby, it's true,

Some with health problems, and that couldn't say thankyou;

Some had other difficulties, some were very bad as well,

But Mum certainly showed she loved them, oh yes! We could tell.

So Mum if you could have been here today, and read this now,

It tells you thanks for everything, I love you any how;

Sometimes we were naughty, played up when you were tired too,

So! Mum, I'm sorry for those times, and Mum I say Thankyou.

poem by Margaret Haig
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Gunface

Gonna go downtown
Gonna get my gun
Gonna dress real sharp
Gonna beat my drum
I ain't gonna lie

Gonna walk so slow
Gonna talk just right
And my diamond ring
Gonna shine so bright
I ain't gonna lie

I've got a debt to repay
I ain't gonna cry
I put a gun in your face
You'll pay with your life

And I got my ears
And I got my eyes
And I got my narks
And my alibis
I won't waste your time

You made one false move
You made one mistake
When the juice is squeezed
That's the way it breaks
You'll pay for your crime

Your tongue lickin' way out of place
I'll rip it out
I'll stick a gun in your face
You'll pay with your life

I taught her everything I taught her how to dream
I taught her everything
I'm gonna teach her how to scream
I taught her all she knows
I taught her how to lie
I taught her everything
I'm gonna teach her how to cry

And you cause me hurt
And you cause me pain
And you turned the tap
On my burning rage
And I can't put it out

Gonna leave no sign
Gonna leave no trace
Gonna leave this town
In a state of grace
Give me the power

I got a debt to repay
I ain't gonna lie
I put a gun in your face
You'll pay for the crime

I taught her everything
I taught her how to speak
I taught her all she knows
I taught her how to eat
I half invented her
And now she acts so chic
I taught her everything
But now she's obselete

I taught her everything
How to read and write
I taught her all she knows
She was a neophyte
I taught her everything
I loved to watch her grow
I taught her everything
And now I want to see her go

I taught her everything
I got a debt to repay
I ain't gonna cry
I'll put a gun in your face
You're playing with your life

I taught her everything
I taught her how to cheat
I taught her all she knows
She was so indiscreet
I taught her everything
I taught her how to lie
I taught her everything
I'm gonna teach her how to cry

song performed by by Rolling Stones from Bridges To Babylon
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Thanks Mom for Everything!

You are my Mother,
My Mentor
My Maker
You taught me how to be nice

To read
To write.
You taught me how to pick up after myself
Believe in myself.

You showed me your mistakes
So I could be a better person.
You taught me to believe in Jesus.
You are my MOM

You are the reason I am here today!

Thank You Mom.

poem by Walter Burlock
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Tcepser (Unscramble The Word)

No-one fed me respect
It was all for me to predilect
And was the blood flowing in my veins
It is now a natural demenour with no strains
No-one taught me respect
It was all for me to adapt other than neglect

As a toddler
With all respect no-one taught me how to walk,
As teenager
No-one taught me how to make sense when I talk
I did not drink it from any dam
I did not digest it from any book
I did not observe it from any wise man
Because by birth I knew
That with esteem, comes self-esteem
That with respect, comes self-respect
No-one told me how to respect

poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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The One You Despise

Mother, I must warn you, you've come to look the fool
For, in attempt to teach me life, you've broken every rule.
You say that I should stand proud, because my ancestors were black
Yet for the ones of white and red my pride must somehow lack

You told me to feel handsome, be proud of what I see
And yet, 'Big, black and ugly, ' is all you say to me
Then manners, you tried on me to press
And handsome grooming, with proper dress

But then, you offer no respect,
And, still, from me, perfection expect
And, now, you say it's time to go
And, at eighteen, it's time. I know.

And though I love you I must away
Though, never knowing just how to say,
'I'm sorry'

The one you despise is always there
She's taught me respect, loving and care
She's taught me pride, in my ancestors, all
Because I am me, that's enough to stand tall

She's shown me the beauty in others too
She's even shown me the beauty in you.
She's taught me manners, how to get along
That appreciation and respect should be strong.

She does not worship me as you say, but offers me respect
And even with my imperfection, my trying, she accepts
Were it not for her, when I was in LA
I could hurt myself, or run away

So go ahead, Mother, and call her a whore
You'll only draw me away from you more.
'I'm sorry.'

poem by Wakefield Mahon
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The Spirit Of St. Louis

In my consirtium,
In my realm,
In my apartment,
And like thr spirit of St. Louis in the land of my muse;
But this world is full of sins.

Three months of studies and three months of love,
But Thomas Alva Edison taught himself everything that he knew;
And he became a great man! !
As he also invented the phonograph in 1877,
But cry the beloved child of Africa.

Achilles dipped into the River Styx,
But i was born on Friday the 13th of October 1961;
In the very time when the cameras around could not take my picture.

My image at birth was very hard for the cameras,
But do kiss the missing birds when i am about to touch you with my love;
For my words are more imaginative than ever!
And like Thomas Alva Edison who taught himself.

Talented from the womb of my mother, 'Catherine Esi Dede Mensah';
I came out into the world to understand the muse of love and hate,
And like the spirit of St. Louis in the land of your muse.

Art and craft were my hobbies,
Taught to me as well by my mother to enhance my future!
Since she studied embroidery and catering,
But my imaginations are what i do share with the world today.

I won my first Art Competition at the age of 12,
And i took up the spirit of St. Louis to enhance my status;
However, growing up in Africa wasn't all that easy.

This was the impetus of a gifted child,
Born in Africa to respect the muse of love;
And with the normal school to attend as a sign of honour,
But how can this system understand my status-quo?

The vice-versa was not what i met,
And i was not interested in many subjects;
But Fine Art and Mathematics were my two best subjects!
And probably, i gained the avantage of the mathematics from my father;
'Vincent Kweku Louis', who studied Architecture! !
And many are the buildings in Ghana today built by him.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Tribute to Motherhood

I was going on a journey by train,
Outside it had started to rain.
My eyes rested on a mother and a child.
It is only possible to find
Such a look of tenderness on a mother’s face.
It was a moment filled with grace.

As the child looked up at her,
It instinctively knew it was her mother
And he can have complete trust
In her, that she will always put him first.
Compassionate, forgiving, tender and loving
At times firm, but forever giving.

God created mothers as he couldn’t be everywhere,
So each child could get his fair share
Of protection and love, when in need.
She not only feeds and reads
To him but by example leads.
And tries her best to sow the right seeds.

My mother is no more
She will never walk in through that door.
But where ever she is, she is blessing me
I know in my heart, she taught me how to be.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Mom

You held me in your arms for the first time,
Warm tears were rolling down on your white cheeks,
And for the first time, I felt the love's delight,
I understood that this is how love speaks.

Drops of happiness betrayed your infinite excitement,
Our two hearts as one then began to beat,
entering in a new stage of love's enlightenment,
Your smile was angelic, and your breath so sweet.

So many sick days you watched over me,
Whispering with love, “You’ll be fine!”
So many late nights spent on your knee,
You taught me love's reason to shine.

You were there with me when I took the first step,
You taught me when to move and when to stand still,
When to leave my worries on the doorstep,
You have inspired me with your power and your will.

You gave me comfort in pain and sorrow,
You were always by my side,
You taught me what's tomorrow,
You taught me how to read and how to write.

You walked with me on my first day of school,
The first book that we read together, it’s now long past,
You taught me that to be myself is cool,
To live each day as the first one or maybe as the last.

With love and tender, you corrected all of my mistakes,
I still remember how you told me; You are the best!
No matter how much hurts or what it takes,
You always have to live the truth and stand the test.

You taught me to say what I think and what I feel,
Without any fear, always watching the sky,
To dream but also to know what is real,
To be powerful when I'm down and modest when I'm up high.

You taught me to comfort others with my love,
And to spread the Light, all around me,
You told me that I am a child of God's above,
You taught me to believe in Eternity!

So many precious things you planted in my heart,
You gave me life and taught me how to live it too,
You're up in Heaven, but we'll never be apart,
Today, tomorrow, always Mother, I Love You.

poem by Marius Alexandru (28 February 2021)
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The Epic Of Sadness

Your love taught me to grieve
and I have been in need, for centuries
a woman to make me grieve
for a woman, to cry upon her arms
like a sparrow
for a woman to gather my pieces
like shards of broken crystal

Your love has taught me, my lady, the worst habits
it has taught me to read my coffee cups
thousands of times a night
to experiment with alchemy,
to visit fortune tellers

It has taught me to leave my house
to comb the sidewalks
and search your face in raindrops
and in car lights
and to peruse your clothes
in the clothes of unknowns
and to search for your image
even…..even…..
even in the posters of advertisements
your love has taught me
to wander around, for hours
searching for a gypsies hair
that all gypsies women will envy
searching for a face, for a voice
which is all the faces and all the voices…

Your love entered me…my lady
into the cities of sadness
and I before you, never entered
the cities of sadness
I did not know…
that tears are the person
that a person without sadness
is only a shadow of a person…

Your love taught me
to behave like a boy
to draw your face with chalk
upon the wall
upon the sails of fishermen's boats
on the Church bells, on the crucifixes,
your love taught me, how love,
changes the map of time…
Your love taught me, that when I love
the earth stops revolving,
Your love taught me things
that were never accounted for
So I read children's fairytales
I entered the castles of Jennies
and I dreamt that she would marry me
the Sultan's daughter
those eyes..
clearer than the water of a lagoon
those lips…
more desirable than the flower of pomegranates
and I dreamt that I would kidnap her like a knight and I dreamt that I would give
her necklaces of pearl and coral
Your love taught me, my lady,
what is insanity
it taught me…how life may pass
without the Sultan's daughter arriving

Your love taught me
How to love you in all things
in a bare winter tree,
in dry yellow leaves
in the rain, in a tempest,
in the smallest cafe, we drank in,
in the evenings…our black coffee

Your love taught me…to seek refuge
to seek refuge in hotels without names
in churches without names…
in cafes without names…

Your love taught me…how the night
swells the sadness of strangers
It taught me…how to see Beirut
as a woman…a tyrant of temptation
as a woman, wearing every evening
the most beautiful clothing she possesses
and sprinkling upon her breasts perfume
for the fisherman, and the princes
Your love taught me how to cry without crying
It taught me how sadness sleeps
Like a boy with his feet cut off
in the streets of the Rouche and the Hamra

Your love taught me to grieve
and I have been needing, for centuries
a woman to make me grieve
for a woman, to cry upon her arms
like a sparrow
for a woman to gather my pieces
like shards of broken crystal

poem by Nizar Qabbani
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I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't.

quote by Audre Lorde
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My parents always encouraged me and I had a good home life. We were always taught to respect things and other people. It's so different today, because children are just not taught the right way.

quote by Betty Cuthbert
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I Sent My Child To School Today

I sent my child to school today
With his little lunch box

When he came home he said his friend
Had gotten the chickenpox,

I sent my child to school today
And asked him what he learned

He told me about firemen
They taught him how not to get burned,

I sent my child to school today
He said, 'Do you know what they taught me? '

He told me they taught him numbers
As well as his ABC’s,

I sent my child to school today
A smile on his face

I gave him a kiss and a hug
And said, 'See ya funny face! ',

I sent my child to school today
His smile bright and wide

But an older child brought in a gun
How did he get it inside? ,

I sent my child to school today
As in every day

But the child with the gun started shooting
The reason? No one could say,

I buried my child after school today
All I can do is cry

I lost my child at school today
And nobody can tell me why.

poem by Doug Hollywood Davis
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Like Father Like Son

He was raised in the english way
His daddy taught him respect, he taught him how to pray
They sent him off to boarding school
Where he learned how to live by someone elses rule
And he went to confession
He went to confession
Holy father wash my sins away
He went to confession
He went to confession
Mother mary take the pain away
He read letters from home at night in his bed
And got this uneasy feeling when his father said
Fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
He bought his daddys car and he learned to drive
And when he left school he got a nine to five
He met the girl and he got his spouse
And they had the child and they got the house
And he went to confession
He went to confession
Holy father wash my sins away
He went to confession
He went to confession
Mother mary take the pain away
He loved his son and he helped him build walls and fronts
He knew hed heard it before
Someone had said it once
Fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
He raised his son in the english way
And he taught him respect, he taught him how to pray
He sent him off to boarding school
Where he learned how to live by someone elses rules
And he went to confession
He went to confession
Holy father wash my sins away
He went to confession
He went to confession
Mother mary take the pain away
It must be something much deeper than fear or pain
Another child learns a pattern he wont break the chain
Fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise a good boy
The fear of God and the feel of the rod
Will raise the next boy

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Not Such A Bad Boy

I laughed at the teachers who taught in my school
They kept one arm bandits in the swimming pool
They dont understand me but they never will
And if was there Id be telling them still
Im not such a bad boy no more, no more, no more
Im not such a bad boy no more, no more, no more
I followed the leader into her tent
But nobody told me that she owed some rent
She wanted to love me, I wanted to go
But she taught me things that I needed to know
Im not such a bad boy no more, no more, no more
Im not such a bad boy no more, no more, no more
Im not such a bad boy no more, no more, no more
Im not such a bad boy no more, no more, no more
She wanted to love me, I wanted to go
Well she taught me things that I needed to know
Im not such a bad boy no more, no more, no more
Im not such a bad boy no more, no more, no more
I talked to my lawer, he picked up my bail
Wont someone get me out of this lousy jail
Were both in agreement that grime never pays
And I should be out in a couple of days
Im not such a bad boy no more, no more, no more
Im not such a bad boy no more, no more, no more
Im not such a bad boy no more, no more, no more
Im not such a bad boy no more, no more, no more

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Sonnet: Respect

Respect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants too who you well serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.

Respect all teachers who gave you knowledge;
Respect your friend who saved you from the ledge;
Respect all good minds who advised you good;
Respect the man of God who gave soul’s food.

Respect all strangers who were all Godsends;
Respect your foes who taught you self-defense;
Respect those evil men who you troubled;
Respect the tempter who well you misled.

Respect your conscience which tells you what’s right;
Respect your God who is your Friend and Guide.

poem by John Celes
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Son Of The Soil

Black, strong tatooed by the sun.
He toils and never tires.
He is the son of the soil.
Forget all these fake wana be's! You see today
wanting to be everything they see on tv.
he is the Son of the soil, raised up in the language of the ancetrals.
Taught to hunter and respect the traditions.
Raised up in the secret sacred things of the land.
Spilt his blood in the soil at the riverside at the age of 13.
He knew where his destiny lay at the age of 16.
Had his first encounter at 18.
She was a true daughter of the soil breed well by the women of the land.
Son of the soil taught by the elders the ways of women.
Son of the soil, taught by nature the way to survive.
Son of the soil, taught to endure by the woman he shares his purity with.
Son of the soil,
arise and toil for your destiny calls.
Toil to protect the weak,
to safeguard the rites,
to up root all menace and vallians from the west.
Son of the soil its your time to stand and be heard.

poem by Tigana Chileshe
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My heart beat

It all seems like today
Ages have passed by…

My heart missed a beat
When I first saw you
When you stretched out your hand
When you spoke to me first
When you said you look good
When you stood talking for hours
My heart missed a beat

My heart missed a beat
When I met you
When we started dating
When we went on shopping
When we spent time in each other’s company
When we were in each other’s arms
My heart missed a beat

My heart missed a beat
When I wanted to say something
When you found that life was miserable
When you thought I should live with you
When you enjoyed my company
When you proposed to me
My heart missed a beat

My heart missed a beat
When I felt your love
When we first had a talk
When we had a long walk
When we never heard the waves on the shore
When we knew we loved each other
My heart missed a leap

My heart missed a leap
When I lost words
When you found them for me
When you touched me first
When you blew in my ears
When you kissed me first
My heart missed a beat

My heart missed a beat
When I saw the ring
When we decided
When we finalized things
When we knew everything was fine
When we heard the revolt
My heart missed a beat

My heart missed a beat
When I saw you parents
When you said your mother’s decision
When you were thinking twice
When you wanted to satisfy both
When your thoughts wavered
My heart missed a beat

My heart missed a beat
When I understood you
When we decided to go ahead
When we said this is the right time
When we told our friends
When we held hands
My heart missed a beat

My heart missed a beat
When I became your wife
When you were all to myself
When you said you love me lots
When you and your mother accepted me
When you became my world
My heart missed a beat

My heart missed a beat
When I knew a life in me
When we realized the fact
When we understood our culmination’s fruit
When we were to be too proud
When we heard a heart in me
My heart missed a beat

My heart missed a beat
When I first heard them cry
When you saw with sparkling eyes our babies
When you said they resemble me
When you said I am now a proud father of two
When you said I love you for this
My heart missed a beat

My heat missed a beat
When I heard them call me mom
When we were proud parents
When we shared happy moments
When we saw them grow
When we heard good things about them
My heart missed a beat

My heart missed a beat
When I knew it was time for marriages again
When you said just both of us now
When you saw me with love
When you said you look young still
When you whispered I love you
My heart missed a beat

You are a part of me
Even in our ripe old age
My heart beats only for you from day one
The day yours stop so will mine stop
For my heart beats only for you…

It all seems like today
Ages have passed by…

poem by Leena Bose
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Mothers Trials And Tribulations

You are my mother and you gave me life
You went thru trials and errors and sacrifice
Even with all the pains that you had gone through
To your beliefs you was always true.

You taught me that you must be the farmer of your heart
You must plow and plant the seeds of life
And protect it with all your might.

You taught me that what you reap you will sow
But you must give it time to grow.
Nothing can replace a mother
And love like yours there is no other.

As I look into your loving eyes - I see all
The possibilities which I can try.
You taught me that there is nothing that I can't do
And to myself I must be true.

All the mothers in GODS creations
Shows their children their love and patience
You are the soldiers who protect our hearts and minds
And your love will be with us till the ends of time.

poem by Louis Rams
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Mother Nigeria Africa?

Mother Nigeria Africa,
Can a tree make forest?
Few out of dozens.
Man without woman,
Light without darkness,
Words without ears,
Say my prayers,
To a cherished countrywoman
A proud country in riches,
Unity in diversities says,
Saved prayers to save a nation,
To give Africa a voice.

Searched and found for love,
Criticisms and hatred engross mind each,
Where is a proud country Nigeria?
Deceits and deceived founds in final statement,
Mother Nigeria Africa?

Give a nation a voice,
Africans par say.
Remembered creche childhood,
Remembered primary beginning,
Remembered secondary lifestyle,
Remembered higher learning race,
Yet no love of countrywoman,
Mother Nigeria Africa?

Taught in primary one,
Taught in primary two,
Taught in primary three,
So and so in subsequent classes of a nation,
Yet no love of countrywoman,
Oh! mother Nigeria Africa?

Brought in love with them through,
Ate with them in love through,
Taught with them in love through,
Yet no love of countrywoman,
My songs,
Give Africa a voice,
Mother Nigeria Africa.

poem by Bunmi Orogun Samuel
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