Living In A Van
living in a van....
father, and children,
mother dead...
jobless, homeless....
bathing in service stations,
trying to keep the kids
in school....
asked the little girl
what she wanted most of all....
'to help underprivileged kids! '
dammit... wake up!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Poem: 'Self-Abandonment
- 9. May.2006 -
The kids at school were mean to her
They called her nasty names
The kids at school abandoned her
Left her out of all their games
The kids at school hurt her badly
With each word that cruelly spoke
The kids at school were so unloving
As they slowly stole her hope
The kids at school were never kind
They put her through unspeakable hell
The kids at school gave up on her
So she gave up on herself…
poem by Rachel Ann Clark
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You Better Sit Down Kids
Better sit down kids
Ill tell you why, kids
You might not understand, kids
But give it a try, kids
Now how should I put this
Ive got something to say
You mother is staying
But Im going away
No, were not mad, kids
Its hard to say why
Your mother and i
Dont see eye to eye
Say your prayers before you go to bed
Make sure you get yourself to school on
Time
I know youll do the things your mother
Asks
Shes gonna need you most to stay in
Line
Keep in mind your mothers gonna need
Your help a whole lot more than she
Ever did before
No more fights over little things
Because
I wont be here to stop them anymore
I know you dont want this, neither do
We
But sometimes things happen
That we cant foresee
Now try to be calm, kids
And dont look so sad
Just cause I am leaving
Ill still be your dad
Just remember I love you
And though Im not here
Just call if you need me
And Ill always be near
(repeat chorus)
Well, I have to go now
So kiss me goodbye
My eyes are just red, kids
Im too big to cry
song performed by by Cher
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No More Living Dead, Zombie Kids
What do you think you are doing
to these kids?
Please stop destroying these kids' minds!
Are you that cold-hearted?
Don't you care?
Maybe you don't. But I do.
Don't you remember back when
you had feelings
for your wife, girlfriend,
husband, boyfriend,
mother, father,
grandma, grandpa,
or brother or sister, or friend?
So please let these kids
live a normal life
instead of being the living dead zombies.
Let the boys be boys
Let the girls be girls.
Let them show feelings,
show emotions, show love.
I want to hear their laughter,
hear them chatter kids talk.
I want to see them play,
run, learn, just having fun.
Let these kids live and grow
a normal life.
They could be the future mother,
future father,
future husband, wife,
future author, writer or a poet,
future president,
future owner of a company,
future farmer, future teacher, etc....
But they can't
if you keep on feeding them
with these killer drugs.
Please for once listen to somebody
even me.
You know who I'm talking to...
it's you the one who sells
and manufactures
cocaine, crank, LSD, marijuana,
acid, etc....
Maybe it's too late for you
to live a normal life
But don't let it
be too late for the kids
if you really care.
Please no more living dead,
zombie kids.
poem by Noreen Ann Jenkins
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Kids
Kids - kids, Christmas i-is for kids
Look around and you will see
Kids from one to ninety-three
Laughin', lovin' life and bein' kids
Kids - ki-i-i-ids, Christmas i-is for kids
Kids like you and little brother
Aunts and uncles, dads and mothers
Grandma, grandpa an' all the other kids
Daddy runs the 'lectric train
While all the children wait in vain
To take their turn
At playin' engineer
Grandpa catches grandma's cheek
And all the family sneaks a peak
And suddenly
Their wrinkles disappear
Take a look at Betty Joe
Underneath the mistletoe
Pretending that
She doesn't know it's there
And in the front yard Uncle Mike
Just fell off brother's brand new bike
There's Christmas cheer
And laughter everywhere
Kids (kids) - ki-i-i-ids (kids)
Christmas i-is for kids
Christmas time is here again
And now it's when the fun begins
This time of year we all turn into kids...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Protection
The things you're doing are
Illegal in your own country
So you travel around the world
Looking for your heaven
Little girls are waiting there
Forced to be abused
By you
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
And as she's sitting there
She's playing with her girlfriends
She is playing with her dolls
Tries to catch a butterfly
But when the monster comes in
She has to put up make-up
Again
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
And as you're lying there
The sheets you lie on
Are all full of blood
The cross you pray on
But where's your god
There was no protection no
There was no protection no
There was no protection no
Nooo
Refrein:
It was their mother
She made them scream
Even though they were
All she had then
But she needed the money
If she wanted to survive
She had to be selfish
Gave her kids away
Gave her kids away
song performed by by Krezip from Nothing Less
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In school, kids are always trying to fit in with the crowd. Everyone goes through that and feels peer pressure from that. I know I did when I was growing up. I definitely wanted to hang out with the cool kids and tried to be something I'm not.
quote by Joe Jonas
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At the Sidewalk...
the mother was peeling
raw, green mangoes
selling them to kids in the
nearby elementary school
her son plays alone near
the bakery
there are no other kids
there anyway
lots of people walking to
and from like pendulums
the mother was so busy
attending to her small livelihood
the little boy falls off the sidewalk
hits her forehead on the pavement
the mother did not notice because
the street is noisy
at first the boy cried then stood up
and rearranges everything
he appears to his mother and
attaches his body on her side
the mother kisses his forehead
as though nothing happens
there must be a story behind this
why the boy has no father
why the mother takes charge of
having to sell mangoes to earn
she takes shelter under a big umbrella
beside a vending bicycle...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I spend a lot of time at my son's school and I really wanted to do a movie that the kids could see. The good thing about being my age and not having to be the ingenue anymore is that I get to be a mom. I get to have kids in my movies.
quote by Virginia Madsen
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Sandra
BY BARRY MANILOW AND ENOCH ANDERSON
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She's a great little housewife
Though sometimes she talks like a fool
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush
And she picks up the kids after school
And she puts down the phone when her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
'Til she feels the words hanging between them
And she hangs by her words to her life
She says I swear I love my husband, I love my kids
I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
She's a sweetheart, except when she's moody
It's hard to get through to her then
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born
Oh but that happens now and again
She might take a drink with the housework
Or when Michael's kept late at the shop
A Martini or two before dinner
But she always knows when to stop
She says I swear I love my husband and I love my kids
You know I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
Oh they used to hold hands at the movies
Now it's seldom if ever they go
Once you've paid for the sitter and parkin' the car
There's no money left for the show
She was doing the dishes
When a glass fell and broke on the tile
And she cut her wrist (quite by mistake)
It was real touch and go for a while
She says Oh God I love my husband and I love my kids
You know I wanted to be like my, my mother
But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did
Oh there might have been time to be me
For myself, for myself
There's so many things that she wishes
She don't even know what she's missin'
And that's how she knows that she missed
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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I remember really bonding with the first generation kids, the Chinese Canadian kids, and in high school bonding with the Latin kids and the East Indian kids. It was very interesting because it made me open to lots of musical sounds.
quote by Nelly Furtado
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We are cutting things kids like-music, art, and gym classes; stuff that kept me in school. This country can't survive without you kids. It's all about you kids.
quote by Tony Danza
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If your kids attend school and grades are up that will make $1,000 contributions to some 10,000 kids across the country, are challenging kids to learn foreign languages or challenging kids to get summer jobs or seek summer enrichment opportunities?
quote by Harold Ford
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Sandra
(barry manilow / enoch anderson)
Shes a great little housewife
Though sometimes she talks like a fool
But she helps at the store in the holiday rush
And she picks up the kids after school
And she puts down the phone
When her husband comes home
And she changes from mother to wife
til she feels the words hanging between them
And she hangs by her words to her life
She says....
I swear I love my husband
I love my kids
I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
Shes a sweetheart except when shes moody
Its hard to get through to her then
Depressed for a while when the youngest was born
Ah, but that happens now and again
Ah, she might take a drink with the housework
Or when michaels kept late at the shop
A martini or two before dinner
But she always knows when to stop
She says....
I swear I love my husband
And I love my kids
And, though I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
Oh, they used to hold hands at the movies
Now its seldom, if ever, they go
Once you pay for the sitter, and parking the car
Theres no money left for the show
She was doing the dishes
When a glass fell and broke on the tile
And she cut her wrist, quite by mistake
It was real touch and go for a while
She says....
Oh god, I love my husband
And I love my kids
Well, I wanted to be like my mother
But if I hadnt done it as soon as I did
Oh, there might have been time to be me for myself, for myself
So many things that she wishes
She dont even know what shes missing
And thats how she knows that she missed
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Our father died when we were very young, so our mother raised six kids. We saw the world filtered through her eyes, being a minority woman raising six kids.
quote by Gilbert Hernandez
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That's How We Met!
I once met a woman from Nantucket.
Who wanted me to add fluid in her bucket...
'GRANDPA? ? ? '
You asked me to recite a poem!
You kids don't know what you want.
'Yeah,
But grandpa...
Comeon.
You've got to have more on your mind,
Besides sex! '
SEX?
You kids are sumthin' else!
Who in the hell's talking about sex?
That woman just happens to have been your grandmother.
She sucked some gasoline out of my car,
To get her own started.
Using a hose.
I had never seen that before.
That's how we met!
And sex was the furthest thing from our minds.
'Oh yeah?
Well...
How did my mother get here? '
On a TRAIN!
How many times do I have to tell you that! ?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Purple Violet
Purple violet
You live in my garden
Druring the summer months
And that girl
That lives next door
Is wearing a purple violet dress today
so that she can go to school in style
Like the rest of the other kids
But one thing that I have noticed
Is that she is not as rich like the other kids
In her school
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Way Back Home
(Vince Gill)
A little girl was cryin'
for her mama and her daddy
She couldn't understand why they were gone
She never knew the danger
Of talking to a stranger
Now the girl can't find her way back home
A little boy went walkin'
Down to the corner market
To buy a loaf of bread and an ince cream cone
He never knew the dnager
Of talkin' to a stranger
Now the boy can't find the way back home
Too many kids are missin'
Is anybody listening?
Won't you be the children's eyes
They're all alone
The hardest part's not knowing
Where they are or where they're going
Won't you help the children find
The way back home
The faces on milk cartons
Thrown away and soon forgotten
What if one of those sweet kids
Was your very own
Tonight those kids are weeping
While yours are safely sleeping
Won't you help the children find
The way back home
Too many kids are missin'
Is anybody listening?
Won't you be the children's eyes
They're all alone
The hardest part's not knowing
Where they are or where they're going
Won't you help the children find
The way back home
Won't you help the children find
The way back home
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Growing up #2
I never talk much about my Dad
Because, when I do I get very sad
I can't give my dad much credit
Dad didn't raise us, mom did it
Oh please don't get me wrong
I loved him, he used to sing songs
But dad could be mean with his words
I know, because I always heard
I heard him talk to mom, like she was a dog
And when he wanted his kids, it was to kill a hog
He would take us to his mothers
And they would sit and talk about others
They talked mean about mom and her kids
Like he didn't help bring us into this world, but he did
Don't get me wrong, I loved him, because he was my dad
But he always put his mother in front of my mom, and that was sad
Dad took us to his mothers one day
And we were sent out to play
While my dad set at her table and ate banana pudding
kids wasn't allowed to eat, mom got mad, because her kids couldn't
So mom came out and set with her kids
When dad got done, the fight was on, and she did
It was months before mom would go back over there
Heck it was months, before we went any where
The eight kids that mom and dad had
It was all left up to my mom, and that is so sad
If I had A gold award, I would ask my mom to stand up
Because dad didn't help us grow up
This gold statue, Is awarded to my mom
For raising five girls and three sons
poem by Frieda Lumpkins
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The Professional Children's School, it's for professional kids, so if you wanted to ditch, you could just write, Audition on a note and leave. I didn't really like school all that much.
quote by Kieran Culkin
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Missing Link
A sickly child lie
frail on the sofa in the living room.
A knock on the door,
His mother opened.
The man who entered the child knew it was his father.
Whose child is this?
“It is your youngest son” his mother said.
The children in the street
all had a father; the child had waited for him.
But his father ignored him,
gave chocolate to his sister and brother,
then he drank from a bottle,
his mother threw him out.
Next day asked his mother, ” are you sure he is my father? ”
She slapped her son’s face and cried.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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