Why I was sent to Boarding School
to lengthen my hemlines and straighten
my morals
because I was difficult
because my parents were tired
to lock me in chastity's cupboard
to Latinize me, teach me manners,
give me a good solid dose of fear
to place over my fact the mask
of stoic cheerfulness
to take away my swagger
tame my wild hair and rebellious tongue
because that's where the doctors
sent their daughters
because the nuns would know what to do
with a girl like me
because they would do their best
to pour me into the mold
with china limbs and lace collars
and because they had their fingers crossed
that I would come out nice
like a floral centerpiece you could
put right into the center
of your dinner party, gleaming
as heads of cut flowers
bobbed there, grateful, arranged,
blinking and nodding with grace
saying yes, yes, turn me
and they would turn me,
from what I was
into what they wanted
not the wolf girl
not soaring beast with smoking hair
but a tame Hereford
amiable, smooth child they could love
with no thoughts that were devil-born
a flat good prize of a girl
and there where I looked
in a morning mirror
I would encounter myself
calm, bovine, accepting
beloved of Mother Superior
cherished of God the Father.
poem by Geraldine Connolly
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Don't Give A Dose To The One You Love Most
Don’t give a dose to the one you love most.
Give her some marmalade...give her some toast.
You can give her the willies or give her the blues.
But the dose that you give her will get back to youse.
I once had a lady as sweet as a song.
She was my darlin’, and she was my dear.
But she had a dose, and she passed it along.
Now she’s gone, but the dose is still there.
So, don’t give a dose to the one you love most.
Give her some marmalade...give her some toast.
You can give her a partiridge up in a pear tree,
But the dose that you give her might get back to me.
So if you’ve got an itchin’...if you’ve got a drip,
Don’t sit there wishin’ for it to go ’way.
If there’s a thing on the tip of your thing or your lip,
Run down to the clinic today, and say...
'I won’t give a dose to the one I love most.
I’ll give her some marmalade...give her some toast.'
Give her the willies or give her the blues,
But the dose that you give her will get back to you.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Children are natural mimics; they act like their parents in spite of every effort to teach them good manners.
Religion is the solid basis of good morals; therefore education should teach the precepts of religion, and the duties of man toward God.
quote by Gouverneur Morris
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We are justified in enforcing good morals, for they belong to all mankind; but we are not justified in enforcing good manners, for good manners always mean our own manners.
quote by Gilbert K. Chesterton
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Teach love, generosity, good manners and some of that will drift from the classroom to the home and who knows, the children will be educating the parents.
quote by Roger Moore
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Misty Morning
Misty mornin, dont see no sun;
I know youre out there somewhere having fun.
There is one mystery - yea-ea-eah - I just cant express:
To give your more, to receive your less.
One of my good friend said, in a reggae riddim,
Dont jump in the water, if you cant swim.
The power of philosophy - yea-ea-eah - floats through my head
Light like a feather, heavy as lead;
Light like a feather, heavy as lead, yeah.
See no sun! oh.
Time has come, I want you -
I want you to straighten out my tomorrow! uh.
I want - I want - I want you - (tomorrow).
Oh, wo-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
I want you to straighten out my (tomorrow)!
Misty (morning) mornin, dont see no sun;
I know youre out there somewhere having fun.
Mysteries I just cant express:
How can you ever give your more to receive your less?
Like my good friend said, in a reggae riddim:
You cant jump - you cant jump in the water, if you cant swim.
I want you (I want you) - I want you to straighten out my today -
My tomorrow - my-my-my - my - my
(I want you to straighten out my tomorrow).
On a misty morning, uh! (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow).
Oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh!
(I want you to straighten out my tomorrow)
Straighten out my tomorrow - my tomorrow! need some straightenin out!
(I want you to straighten out my tomorrow)
Mist! mm. (I want) mist! (you to straighten out my tomorrow)
Misty! oh! (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow) - /fadeout/
song performed by by Bob Marley
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If You're Gonna Straighten Up (Brother Now's The Time)
Whew.
Well, She's getting tired of your running around
Out every night trying to paint the town
She's growing weary of your childish games
She's getting fed up with the whole dang thing.
You better listen to me when I talk
That little lady's 'bout to up and walk.
And if she leaves you, boy you'll lose your mind
So if you're gonna straighten up,
Brother now's the time.
Well, She's been calling on my telephone
I've got a shoulder she's been crying on
You'd see the ending if you'd only look
Your baby doll's about to close the book.
You keep neglecting what you've got at home
The way she looks she won't be lonely long.
I know she loves you but she's tired of lies
So if you're gonna straighten up,
Brother now's the time.
Come on.
--- Instrumental ---
Whoo ho - Whoo hoo
A woman has her needs and her desires
She ought to have the lovin' she requires
You can keep her if you only try
But better hurry 'fore she says goodbye.
The kind of love that gives a girl a thrill
If you don't give it there are those who will
There's lots of men who'd love to have a shot
At having something you've already got.
You best be careful what you throw away
It just might haunt you 'til your dying day.
What's the matter with you boy, your blind?
If you're gonna straighten up,
Brother now's the time.
If you're gonna straighten up,
Brother now's the time...
Yeah,
Whoo hoo hoo
Oh yeah,
Yeah, yeah...
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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If You're Gonna Straighten Up
She's getting tired of your running around
Out every night trying to paint the town
She's growing weary of your childish games
She's getting fed up with the dang thing
You better listen to me when I talk
That little lady's 'bout to up and walk
And if she leaves you,boy you'll lose your mind
So if you're gonna straighten up,brother now's the time
She's been calling on my telephone
I've got a shoulder she's been crying on
You'd see the ending if you'd only look
Your baby doll's about to close the book
You keep neglecting what you've got at home
The way she looks she won't be lonely long
I know she loves you but she's tired of lies
So if you're gonna straighten up,brother now's the time
A woman has her needs and her desires
She ought to have the lovin' she requires
You can keep her if you only try
But better hurry 'fore she says goodbye
The kind of love that gives a girl a thrill
If you won't give it there are those who will
There's lot's of men who'd love to have a shot
At having something you've already got
You best be careful what you throw away
It just might haunt you till your dying day
What's the matter with you boy,you blond?
If you're gonna straighten up,brother now's the time
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Good manners and good morals are sworn friends and fast allies.
quote by C.A. Bartol
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Lip Lock Rock
Alright
You look at me, the world in your eyes
You say like my style
Oh yeah
You keep hopin' till I make my move
You resist and give me that smile
Oh yeah
I just want a little kiss
But you keep on playin' those nasty little tricks
I'm longing of a - (...just another kiss)
I want a lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Whoa
You make a man so frustrated
You got my head buried in a hole
Oh no
Just tease me 'till I'm crazy
I'm runnin' out of control
I just want a little kiss
But you keep on playin' those nasty little tricks
I'm not gonna bite, I - (...just want a little kiss)
I want a lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Whoa
Lip lock
Lip lock
Lip lock
Lip lock
Lip lock
Rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Whoa
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Oh whoa
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
Give it to me
Lip lock rock
Lip lock rock
song performed by by Alice In Chains
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I Am Too
I AM TOO TIRED TO WRITE A GOOD POEM
I am too tired to write a good poem
I am too cold also
I have been out all day in the cold and the rain
I have been doing errands since early in the morning
I babysat for four hours in the afternoon
I went out again in the cold and rain to buy a few groceries
I tried to write and could not
I read and overate a few times
I tried to write
But I could not
I am very tired now
A poem should not be a simple clear description of one’s own mood at the moment
I am too tired to write a good poem
But I try to write
And this is the result
A poor poem indeed.
I AM GRATEFUL FOR THE PARENTS I HAD AND HAVE
I am grateful for the parents I had and have
They are still with me
I miss them
Sometimes they appear in my dreams
When I am walking I think of them
I see them at various ages of their lives
My father young tall strong
My mother smiling kind warm in strong middle age
My father bent on his way to the senior citizens
My mother in a wheelchair no longer even half herself
Or in the pictures of them in their youth
As I never saw them in life
I think of them and miss them
Their dreams their loves are in me
Yesterday I was with a great – grandchild of theirs
Who they never have seen or will see
How happy that smiling calm child would have made them
Life is difficult and long and filled with loss and blessing
How I will love and miss my parents always
How they still live in me
And hopefully in what comes after me.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Good Heart
Ooh...
(give a good heart, give a good heart,
Give a good heart, give a good heart)
When it seems that all hope is gone
And so called friends arent there to rely on
When the darkness makes it so hard to see
Just lift up your eyes, you will see me - yeah
Chorus:
And Ill give a good heart, to hold you so strong
Ill give you my shoulder to lean on - yeah
Gonna give a good heart, thats solid and true
And I will always stand by you
When it seems no ones there to turn to
Everyones a stranger passing through
And all thats left is a broken dream
Just hold out your hand, reach out for me - yeah
And Ill give a good heart, to hold you so strong
Ill give you my shoulder to lean on - yeah
Give a good heart, thats solid and true
And I will always stand by you
Now theres no need to dance alone
In these arms you found your home
Ooh, whoa oh oh - give a good heart
Take my good heart, take my good heart
Take my good heart
And Ill give a good heart, to hold you so strong
Ill give you my shoulder to lean on - yeah
Gonna give a good heart, thats solid and true
I will always stand by you
Give a good heart, hold you so strong
Give you my shoulder to lean on
Gonna give a good heart, hold youre head up
So lift youre head up - lift it up
Ill show you a love to believe in - yeah
I will always stand by you
Take my good heart...
Give a good heart, hold you so strong
Give you my shoulder to lean on
Gonna give a good heart, solid and true
I will always stand by you...
song performed by by Starship
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Straighten Up & Fly Right
(words and music by nat king cole and irving mills)
The buzzard took the monkey for a ride in the air
The monkey thought that everything was on the square
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back
The monkey grabbed his neck and said now listen, jack
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, dont you blow your top.
Aint no use in jivin
Whats the use in dabbin
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, dont you blow your top.
The buzzard told the monkey youre chokin me
Release your hold and Ill set you free
The monkey looked the buzzard right dead in the eye and said
Your storys fetchin but it sounds like a lie
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and do right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, dont you blow your top.
(instrumental interlude)
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and do right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, dont you blow your top.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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It is time to effect a revolution in female manners - time to restore to them their lost dignity. It is time to separate unchangeable morals from local manners.
quote by Mary Wollstonecraft
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Straighten Up And Fly Right
Words and music by Nat King Cole and Irving Mills; American Academy of Music, Mills Music, ASCAP
The buzzert took the monkey for a ride in the air
The monkey thought that everything was on a square
The buzzert tried to throw the monkey off his back
But the monkey grabbed his neck and said "Now listen jack"
Straighten up and fly right, straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa don't you blow your top
Ain't no use in divin,' what's the use of jivin'
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa don't you blow your top
The buzzert told the monkey you are chokin me
Release your hold and I will set you free
The monkey looked the buzzert right dead in the eye
And said "Your story's so touching but it sounds like a lie"
Straighten up and fly right, straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa don't you blow your top
Musical Interlude
Straighten up and fly right, straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa don't you blow your top
Ain't no use in divin,' what's the use of jivin'
You better straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa don't you blow your top
Fly right
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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The Cupboard
Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary?
Mary: Which cupboard, mother dear?
Mother: The cupboard of red mahogany
With handles shining clear.
Mary: That cupboard, dearest mother,
With shining crystal handles?
There's nought inside but rags and jags
And yellow tallow candles.
Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary?
Mary: Which cupboard, mother mine?
Mother: That cupboard stands in your sunny chamber,
The silver corners shine.
Mary: There's nothing there inside, mother,
But wool and thread and flax,
And bits of faded silk and velvet
And candles of white wax.
Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary?
And this time tell me true.
Mary: White clothes for an unborn baby, mother..
But what's the truth to you?
poem by Robert Graves
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I'm Tired Of It All
I am tired of it all
I am tired of today
I am tired of the summer heat-
I am tired of all the years of trying to be something
And still being nothing and no one
I am tired of myself and my ambition
I am tired of reading the great poems of others
I am tired of Poetry
I am tired of being old
I am tired of no longer having the means to help those I care for-
I am tired of having written for so many years
And having so little to show for it-
I am tired of being an old man getting older -
I am tired of being afraid of what is going to happen to me
And those close to me
I am tired of having so many sick friends-
I am tired of having more and more people I have known who are dead
I am tired of a world in which violence and stupidity play such a great part
I am tired of all the problems that should have been solved years ago
And yet persist-
I am tired of cruelty
I am tired of rudeness and petty selfishness
I am tired of seeing the evil get away with it
I am tired truly tired
Tired of being tired also
Tired of myself and my complaints-
And my failure all these years
To make things right-
And yet and yet with all the tiredness
I know there is so much else even in myself-
I still want to live and dream and hope and help those I love
I still want to write still a few lines of poetry
that will be read by others
And help them
Dream to begin again
I still want to give to those I love
The little I still have to give
I still want to live
For life itself is life itself is still good
Despite the tiredness.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXXII: Tired
I'm tired of being rich
It doesn't give me challenge
I'm tired of keeping famous
It doesn't give me freedom
I'm tired of being powerful
It doesn't give me passion
I'm tired of keeping strong
It doesn't give me happiness
I'm tired of being perfect
It doesn't give me satisfaction
I'm tired of keeping beauty
It doesn't give me security
I'm tired of being lucky
It doesn't give me dream
I'm tired of keeping smile
It doesn't give me honesty
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Tired But Not Giving Up
tired of trying to be someting i'm not
tired of trying to act as if i dont see the things you do to me
i'm tired but i'm not giving up
my parents are tired of me acting a fool and not staying in school
they tired of me putting my friends before my education
they tired me not coming home on time
they are tired but they are not giving up
poem by Taquise Jones
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Apartment Living Need Good Manners
When the child is growing up, most parents teach him/her for good manners,
In the later years he learns from many, even from deceivers.
When many gets to a certain age become selfish,
Thinks about him/herself and the good manner vanish.
Some is slamming everything what hand can touch or throw,
Giving out all frustrations, showing his sorrow.
Some do not care if he bothers others with loud music or noise,
Thinks, this is his world and he has the ruling voice.
However, in an apartment house we all should be polite,
Not to scream, howl, make big noise, smoke on the balcony,
Blame others for nature's work, or become a parasite.
We all are connected and we all should respect each other,
This is the only way to live in peace and order, like good sister & brother.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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