Smiley
I am living toy in family,
Lovely face and called by name Emily,
Some times I act swiftly and silly,
No to rose but they prefer to call me Lilly,
Being eldest and cute so loved by most,
Toys, sweets available at any cost,
Everybody wants me to be happy and smiley
Though I remain playful and naughty
I know why flowers are preferred?
Rose name and beauty always refereed
Pink cheeks always praised and compared
with so much care and love is raised
Mama is always dear and papa too precious,
Cruel in look but kind at heart and look gracious
Mom says Dad was so furious when I was born
Not much happy but reconciled later on
Everything changed with my arrival,
Fortune smiled and celebrated as festival
Happiest moments with joy’s arrival
It meant so much in life for survival
Are all the kids considered so much lucky?
Will they have chance to be choosy?
Well, I don’t know but it may prove different
Heat may turn on but look not so difficult
Babies boom cause worry in entire world
Population rise and relations turning cold
Scarce means and misery to unfold
More sufferings with tales untold
Many curse our boom but I always smile
As happiness at home brought for while
What else small babies on earth can do?
Fortunes favour but no one can undo
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Slug And The Ladybug
The sad, silly slug said to the lovely ladybug,
“Why are you pretty while I have this ugly mug?
I live under a rock since I don’t have a shell.
Because no one likes me, I don’t feel very well.
I’ll just keep living underneath this dirty stone,
All by myself so sadly alone.
The lovely ladybug shook her head and said,
“Sad, silly slug, get out from that awful, stony bed!
Just remember each of us has a place on this earth.
We’re put here for a reason so each of us has worth.
The one to make you happy has to be yourself,
But you’ve put your best friend on a forgotten shelf.
Start by being proud that you are the best slug you’ll ever see.
Don’t compare yourself to others that you’ll never be.
Love yourself, smile and always be kind.
You’ll be surprised how many friends that you’ll find.”
The sad, silly slug had never thought that way before.
He considered himself only a sad, silly slug and nothing more.
When he looked into the brook and smiled, what did he see?
It was a miracle that changed his face so he said happily,
“This smile has found a home in my once sad, lonely heart.
I’m proud of myself and look to each new day’s start.
I’m now happy with myself and proud to be free.
I’ll work hard to make myself the best that I can be.
Just a note of gratitude from this happy, hopeful slug:
He shouted, “With all my heart, thank you, lovely ladybug! ”
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Boom Boom
Boom boom boom boom
Is the sound your heart makes
When your relaxed, calm and at ease
Boom boom boom boom
Is the sound of your life beating away
Boom boom boom boom
Is the thing we hold close
because without it we are heartless
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Is the sound of your heart
When your speeding, playing, or fighting
It's the sound of your heart
When you pop the question to your one and only love
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Is the sound of your heart
When your looking into someone's dying eyes
Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Is the sound of your heart
When you're facing death yourself
How is it that the same feeling of adrenaline and happiness
Makes your heart beat the same way when you are scared and afraid
How is it possible for something that we are unable to live without cause us both sadness and happiness
People say that the brain is the strongest muscle in your body
Because without it we will not be able to live a normal life
But I don't believe so because if your heart is able to withstand all those emotions I think that the heart would be considered the strongest muscle in your body
Because without a heart you (find something)
Because no matter what happens it just keeps on Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
poem by Ahmed Elbadri
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A papa in same boat
I continue to wonder and also enjoy,
Rejoice at home but not others to annoy,
Tease papa always with broad smile
Soon it was to prove deception for while
If myth was reality and ready to explode,
Dark clouds were at horizons ready to invade,
Time has come when spade is to be called spade,
Memory is short and ready to fade,
One fine morning I ventured into garden,
Flowers were in boom and fruits so laden,
Blossom could be seen and was at its peak,
Future was to turn gloom and soon to be bleak,
I heard laugh and murmuring voice,
It was my papa roaming with lady nice,
Was this real papa who used to be so kind?
I was loosing sense with disturbed mind
I held long breath and wept for while,
Papa at home always used to smile,
we may now loose pap by extra mile
in our own home we may live in exile
was mother at fault that she never learnt?
Did she know already and allow finger to be burnt?
I didn't know as what is to be done,
Is that to be called fate which took on us sudden?
I sat restless but not preferred to hate,
Papa used to come home not very late,
There was never a question where I had to rate,
Was that not cruel game played by the fate?
I still do relish and find you papa dear,
You may have been bitter by long many years,
Mom being ugly you couldn't her bear,
Life may be very hard and out of gear,
You may have compelling reasons,
But you never changed with seasons,
You took great care and looked after us well,
Life continued to be difficult and living hell,
Papa I see the reasons behind,
Though it may be new for me to find,
I won't be carried away by heavy wind,
Heart may feel heavy, thoughts full in mind,
Papa I never blame you for simple reason,
you have been always kind and also human,
Had it been fact so and you with other woman?
I too feel as a female and not as simple layman,
had it not been papa you so dear?
We would have lived always with unknown fear,
Would have faced woes and no one could hear,
Could have lost simply with no patience to ears,
So to say papa you are still the best,
At least we could find home as nest,
We continue to rest trying our best,
Days may pass and future will be test,
I never regret your decision precise,
Hold you with high esteem in our premise,
Never I may utter a word even at my demise,
I say this to self and make you promise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Papa you too....part II
I continue to wonder and also enjoy,
Rejoice at home but not others to annoy,
Tease papa always with broad smile
Soon it was to prove deception for while
If myth was reality and ready to explode,
Dark clouds were at horizons ready to invade,
Time has come when spade is to be called spade,
Memory is short and ready to fade,
One fine morning I ventured into garden,
Flowers were in boom and fruits so laden,
Blossom could be seen and was at its peak,
Future was to turn gloom and soon to be bleak,
I heard laugh and murmuring voice,
It was my papa roaming with lady nice,
Was this real papa who used to be so kind?
I was loosing sense with disturbed mind
I held long breath and wept for while,
Papa at home always used to smile,
we may now loose pap by extra mile
in our own home we may live in exile
was mother at fault that she never learnt?
Did she know already and allow finger to be burnt?
I didn't know as what is to be done,
Is that to be called fate which took on us sudden?
I sat restless but not preferred to hate,
Papa used to come home not very late,
There was never a question where I had to rate,
Was that not cruel game played by the fate?
I still do relish and find you papa dear,
You may have been bitter by long many years,
Mom being ugly you couldn't her bear,
Life may be very hard and out of gear,
You may have compelling reasons,
But you never changed with seasons,
You took great care and looked after us well,
Life continued to be difficult and living hell,
Papa I see the reasons behind,
Though it may be new for me to find,
I won't be carried away by heavy wind,
Heart may feel heavy, thoughts full in mind,
Papa I never blame you for simple reason,
you have been always kind and also human,
Had it been fact so and you with other woman?
I too feel as a female and not as simple layman,
had it not been papa you so dear?
We would have lived always with unknown fear,
Would have faced woes and no one could hear,
Could have lost simply with no patience to ears,
So to say papa you are still the best,
At least we could find home as nest,
We continue to rest trying our best,
Days may pass and future will be test,
I never regret your decision precise,
Hold you with high esteem in our premise,
Never I may utter a word even at my demise,
I say this to self and make you promise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet: ‘Happy Birthday’ (08-08-08) , My Dear Sister Rosabelle!
You’re born today, my eldest sister, Rose!
–The first-born of our family of ten;
To be a lovely girl indeed, God chose,
And walk the road on earth to grace Heaven!
A rose is beautiful immensely, yes,
Amongst most earthly flowers, one can see!
Of varying hues appealing, wears a dress,
And spreads its fragrance unto world afree.
A human form of rose is what you are!
–With soul to keep holy and full of grace;
–Our parents’ cup of joy and living star!
They loved their rose-child with their hearts always!
So, ‘Happy Birthday, sister Rosabelle!
Our love for you, well, only God can tell!
Fondly dedicated on behalf of parents and all siblings
Copyright by Dr John Celes 08-08-08
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Family's End
I was born into a world were family is everything
When one is down, the others forget the world to help them out
Sharing cares, and sharing paryers around the table for a feast
Had me believe that's what that small word means
Now lately I don't know what to think
Of the changes this family seeks
I mean, I want us all to be happy forever
But that just seems impossiable with us all together
Now I know mama, you don't feel the same for dad
Dad I understand mama makes you mad
And ya'll are here just for us kids
Not as lovers, just as friends
We're the key to this family
And when we're off the lock there's nothing left to be
Our parents will be appreciated seperatlly
Cause thats what it takes for them to be happy
And all the stories we would say
All the games that we would play
All the memories
Got me in disbelief
I remember our trip to Disney World
You brought back the parents I had as a little girl
Were the peace was only for a moment
But thats enough to keep us going
I know we fight I know we bump heads
But we're a family in the end
I just don't to keep pretending
That I don't know it's time is ending
I know I say 'I hate you' sometimes
I know I used to wish you weren't alive
Mama wasn't your wife, that you weren't in my life
But now I'm happy you're here
And now I don't want you to go
The family we held I can't let go
Even though I used, now the thought just leaves me cold
This family has been through it all
The other siblings that don't know us at all
And they hate it when we call, but we're just trying to do the right thing
Trying to create the perfect family
When you see us you see smiles of grace
But thats not what's hidden behind our face
The world of joy we can't ignore
Thats why we put up with what we want more
But it seems like thats all it means
To be stressed about us kids theirs no time to be married
You're just human beings
Now our family's so confused
I never thought past my childhood that I put all my trust into
I thought together forever's all we will be
And now nothing's as it seems
I know when you had us you were young
It wasn't love you just were sprung
And now you realized we're moving on
so now it's you chance to claim you're done
And I just our family to stay
I don't want to accept our family change
We're everything seems to fade away
Like theres some sort of experation date
And I just want us to be happy
And not any of us to forget
Once we were an almost perfect family
But not everything goes as you wanted
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Statistically Speaking
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
From the viewpoint of a human being...
I detect us humans,
Are the least important things,
On this Earth.
And the water, grass and trees...
Are the 'real' things,
Mother Nature wishes more to treat!
I perceive our existence here,
Is not so high on the list.
Since we are an experiment.
Even though we choose to think of ourselves,
As the center of the universe.
And here to live in a permanence!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We leech and feed,
Off what nature offers.
We know nothing but conflict!
And this chaos we foster.
There are laws created to discriminate.
Yet we discuss things loved...
And show how much we despise and hate.
We infiltrate and pillage,
Lands where others live.
We take without thought.
Causing blood to shed.
And worship heartache.
As we lay alone sleepless in our beds!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
With faith we fake brotherhood!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Believing prayer delivers escape!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
And cry like spoiled children!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
With no guilt of remorse to eliminate...
The taste of life,
Made of just frosted cake!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We treat ourselves and others like sheep!
To fleece the wool.
Because we're full of bull!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We take without thought.
Causing blood to shed.
And worship heartache.
As we lay alone,
Sleepless in our beds!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innocent smile
Innocent smile
So nice and innocent smile
Spread wings just now for a while
Beautiful appearance like rose petals
Color so beautiful and fragrance on arrival
What a girl child has to speak?
All lovely tales smilingly with shining cheeks
Those lovely deep signs make magic spell
Everything is not going end so well
Just stepping in youth will invite problems
Starting of bad sign with all troubles
Anybody may try to take advantage
Luring from all directions to put in cage
Culprits may spread the dragnet
They will not allow her to know or let
It will be all swift and not to anybody’s knowledge
Black spots spread on all the golden pages
I wish her to spread wings
Dance in open and beautifully sing
Spread the message of love and invite
All scenes of glory and slowly light
Let her live in sweet memory
Enjoy innocent stage with no sorry
Let that lovely flower boom
Let there be no worry or room
If crushed before time may spell doom
Whole life may be overcastted with gloom
Happiness may never surface again
Flower may die it builds any chain
Let garden have thousand of flowers
All with its fragrance and shining colors
To enjoy the beauty from distance
Not to pluck or harm even at once
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Blessed New Life
Take care of your babies
my mama always said.
Take care of your babies.
Bring them to your bed.
Nourish and nurture them
with warm milk from thy breast.
Sing to them and cradle them
and softly as they rest
you'll feel a special closeness
with their body pressed
into these precious moments
that cannot be surpassed.
They pass away too quickly.
They pass away too fast.
These are the times you won't forget.
These are the times that remain.
So listen to your mama
and sing them a sweet refrain.
Let warm sustenance fill their need
and feel your own heart swell.
This transference of love will affect you
in every living cell.
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poem by Edwina Reizer
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Papa
There was 1 september day that papa worked 2 hard
First he crucified every dandelion out in the yard
Then he screamed at baby twice 4 throwin rocks at passin cars
Baby didnt listen, so like a priceless work of art
He got snatched by his papa who then opened up the closet door
And pushed the four-year-old down, onto the closet floor
Baby cried Im sorry, I wont do it no more
Papa said yeah, I know, thats what this heres 4
Smack!
Ooh papa...
Smack! smack!
Ooh papa...papa...
Smack!
Ooh papa...
Smack! smack!
Ooh papa...papa...
As the door closes, baby starts 2 cry
Please dont lock me up again, without a reason why
Papa just went outside and pointed a shotgun up in the sky
He said how come I dont love my woman?
Then he took aim and died
Boom!
Papa...
Boom! boom!
Papa...papa
Boom!
Papa...
Boom! boom!
Papa...papa...
Dont abuse children, or else they turn out like me
Fair 2 partly crazy, deep down were all the same
Every single 1 of us knows some kind of pain
In the middle of all thats crazy, this 1 fact still remains
If u love somebody, your life wont be in vain
And theres always a rainbow, at the end of every rain
song performed by by Prince
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The garden
I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene
As it was unusual for me to have seen
The death of son who was born some hours back
Everybody in home were stunned and in shock
The garden comes to life when season comes up with flowers
It was evident from the fact that earth had enough of rain showers
My garden too was blessed with arrival of beautiful baby
We all had prayed for it so song and became so much happy
The happiness was short lived as child breathed little
We all tried hard but he breathed for a while and failed to settle
This was totally unexpected and sent us in shock waves
He brought the hopes for short while and caved in
I was given no room to think about the sad departure
The child was our great hope for the future
Even though I had daughter and son in family
The child was welcome and we missed him sadly
If all the flowers in garden boom freely and survive
No one may have faith in god and believe
Some flowers fade early and some stay for longer
It is philosophy of life that we all are stage actor
I consoled self and left it to the best counsel
Even though it was difficult to come out and feel well
I gave final look at the dead son and dropped few tears
The grief was proving difficult and taking me over
I know it is very difficult to bear and act
It is not in our control also to deny the facts
Life is temporary stage and one will have to leave
There is no other option and we got to believe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pretty Pink Rose
Shes just been to russia and theyre dying their faces
Theyre dying over there
A pretty pink rose
That rnr lady takes a space-ship ride shes out of this world
A pretty pink rose
And were living for you my love, were living for you
And were dying for you my love
Pretty pink rose
She tore down paris on the tall of thom paine
But the left wings broken the right insane
A pretty pink rose
Have a nice day, its a killer, turn a cheek
Its a christian code
A pretty pink rose
And were living for you my love, were living for you
And were dying for you my love
Pretty pink rose
Shes the poor mans gold shes the anarchist crucible
Flying in the face of the despot cannible
Shes a pretty pink rose
Never let it rain, never let it rain on the heart of the pretty pink rose
Pretty pink rose
And were living for you my love, were living for you
And were dying for you my love, pretty pink rose
Get me thru the pain, thru the pain of the thorn on the pretty pink rose
Never let it rain, never rain never rain, the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart, of the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart,, of the pretty pink rose
Take me to the heart, to the heart, to the heart
song performed by by David Bowie
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Solsbury Hill
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
I had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
Just had to trust imagination
My heart was going boom boom, boom
"Son," he said, "Grab your things, I've come to take you home."
To keeping silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Tho' my life was in a rut
'Till I thought of what I'd say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart was going boom boom boom
"Hey," he said, "grab your things, I've come to take you home."
Yeah back home
When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes, but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart was going boom boom boom
"Hey," I said, "You can keep my things, they've come to take me home.
song performed by by Erasure
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Nice Appeal
Why flowers have nice appeal?
Why do they look so natural?
Is it god's blessings for their appearance?
To observe them with keen interest is pure and lucky chance
We are deeply involved with day to day involvement
Find so many restrictions to make some happy moments
Some of us even don't have opportunity to see rising sun
Have feeling of morning breeze and synchronized it with health run
Flowers may appeal and attract
Yet we are forbidden to act
Pluck, keep for sometime and throw
Have fragrance for a while and experience blow
We as human being are like flowers
Enjoy it in open when rain dazzle with showers
Child age is considered full of innocence
But love is always there in its presence
With advent of young age
Your fancy comes out of the cage
You long for beautiful and lovely company
That is sometimes praised and condemned too by many
Young people find their own time
Choose the flower and enjoy sometimes
It is considered as sacred and heavenly sent
Bodies touch with bodies, curl and bend like serpents
Such is magic of beauty and totally unconcerned by any laws
It may have our blessing despite some dangers and flaws
Yet that has been accepted as natural act
We are meant for each others in fact
We may definitely weigh in favor of attachment
To bring about lovely union with happy moments
Yet we bleed some times leaving behind deep scars
Souls separate for no reasons and choose to go very far
With one passionate touch on forehead
Whole universe comes to our feet and felt by blood
Vanes expand to rush it heavily and send signal
Beware! Spring is round the corner and waiting for arrival
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Solsbury Hill
Solsbury hill
Climbing up on solsbury hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
I had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
Just had to trust imagination
My heart was going boom boom, boom
Son, he said, grab your things, Ive come to take you home.
To keeping silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Tho my life was in a rut
till I thought of what Id say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart was going boom boom boom
Hey, he said, grab your things, Ive come to take you home.
Yeah back home
When illusion spin her net
Im never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes, but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I dont need a replacement
Ill tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart was going boom boom boom
Hey, I said, you can keep my things, theyve come to take me home.
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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The Cow and the Sow
The grazing Guernsey cow said to the wiggly-eared sow,
“Is it because of all your babies that you’re happy now? ”
The wiggle-eared sow thought as her babies had their meal.
Then said, “Happiness is from inside me. It’s just how I feel.”
I love my babies as they root and squirm with thirst.
They add to my happiness, but it starts in my heart first.
Well, the grazing Guernsey was confused and did fret.
She was unhappy with herself since she had no babies yet.
The wiggly-eared sow sensed the grazing cow was sad
And said, “You’re beautiful and of that you should be glad.
Be proud of who you are and work hard to be the best.
Then the world’s your pasture and will come all the rest.
Your babies will be happy and the reason they will be
Is because happiness flows from you for all to see.”
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Black History
Boom, boom, boom!
That was in 1530 to the Slave Trade;
My Mama told me so,
My Papa told me so,
In the name of our ancestors gone by;
Slaves for arms,
Slaves for powder,
Slaves for hardware,
Slaves for spirits;
Boom, boom, boom! !
All over the West Coast of Africa!
Today, i am a Blackman to tell you a story.
Black History, the Black African, the Black Race;
Of my ancestors gone by,
Boom, boom, boom!
Black head, black sugar, black coffee;
Where are the true identities of the Blacks?
That was in 1530 to the Slave trade.
Black History, black love;
A Black Race to a call.
Tap your fingers and do think about it,
My Mama told me so;
Bllack shoes, black phones;
With the Black History gone too soon,
My Papa told me so.
Black hair, black eyes;
The black coal to steam up the engines!
In the name of my ancestors gone by;
But, where are the black pens of love to share?
Do think about this and learn from it,
Boom, boom, boom!
A Blackman in the house to tell us a story;
Where is William Wilberforce?
Where is Thomas Buxton?
Where is Granville Sharp?
What about the Slaves? !
These men need to tell us more;
They killed my ancestors softly without compensations!
Black love, black stream, a black home to live in;
Like 'Naughty By Nature',
I've got 'Queen Latifah' to tell us more.
Of the Black Songs,
Of the Black race,
With a Black-Limo to keep us going;
This Slave Trade was a Black History to us all.
Boom, boom, boom!
Do contact Africa to learn more from this;
Like a black bird, a black cat and the black fingers! !
Do contact Africa to see things for yourselves.
Oh Blackman,
When are they going to admit to what they did?
Like a Black Ninja in the house,
Do know your history before you destroy yourselves.
Boom, boom, boom!
The very sound of the Slaves marching on;
This is our colour and, we have to respect it.
Black Cop, Black Soldier;
A Black Marine to a call,
We still have more to learn from each other.
Black wine, Black Doctor, Black People;
Know all about your history.
About where you came from and,
Where you are today;
Black seed, black marble, Black Prophets!
We still have more to learn.
Slaves for arms,
Slaves for hardware,
Slavces for powder,
Slaves for spirits;
Boom, boom, boom! ! !
Black beauty, black sea, black pot;
Black Nurse, black melody, black stamp;
Know your history always.
Of the freed Slaves from England to Sierra Leone,
With those from America to Liberia! ! ! !
Today the Black Panther is here to stay like,
The Black Writer.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Just one moment
Read her mind
what do you see?
a world of the forgotten
uncared for, hated
she hates herself
because of them
nobody to help her
nobody to care
death she wishes
would come so soon
to take her into the embrance
of her eternal bed
her coffin,
hugging her tightly
ensuring safty
saftey from their cruel words
from the living
she is happy
in the bed of death
to remain there forever
her only wish
her eternal happiness
another wish
to be loved
to have sombody who cared
help her be happy
forever loved, forever happy
one moment of love
one moment o happiness
she would give her life for
her life gone
for just one moment of happiness
poem by Emily Dark
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A big heart for your birthday
A big heart for your birthday
By having you
I feel like
I am falling in love again
With tears I deliver you
To see that this world is so beautiful
Life for us will be uneasy
But I never feel sorry
To bring you here
Because you are my little knight
Who will guide me and your papa
Do not cry …. Please smile always for me
You are my son
And my little sun shines
Mama can’t make you a big party
But mama has a big heart for loving you
Not only on your anniversary
But until mama and papa will leave you
And waiting for you in heaven
You will be a wonderful and cute little boy
In our new heart
Happy anniversary, my dear son ….
(For my son who will have his birthday on January)
Babies
Babies being born every day
In a world where theres so much to discover
All the babies crying out from the womb
Not much room, can I come out mother?
Mama, can you hear me call?
Dont drop me now
cos its a long way to fall
Mama, I can hear all the sounds
Outside its like a battleground
And Im afraid to fall down
Into the great big nowhere
Papas had a skin full of beer
Mama, dont let him into here
Baby, baby
Babies being born
Different hormones and genes
Theres so many of us out there
How was I conceived
Was it love, was I meant
Or was I just an accident
Mama, what I sense from outside
Its a world full of fear
And theres nowhere to hide
Mama, I feel safe between these walls
And Im so scared of heights
And its a long way to fall
Into the great big nowhere
Maybe papas getting pressure from his peers
Are you straight, are you queer
So he made me, baby
Babies being born, some are rich, some are poor
But theyre innocent and unprepared
Little girls and boys, didnt ask to be born
But theyre always popping out there
Falling into the great big nowhere
Mama, I know that once upon a time
You and papa were rich
When you were both in your prime
Mama, now you got the pains
And I know its nearly time
But I dont want to join the crowd
I see standing in line
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Babies being induced, no excuse, whats the use
So theyre always popping out there
Babies didnt wanna be born
Ill equipped, running loose
But theyre innocent and unprepared
Mama, now you are showing all the signs
But is your world upside-down
On its head just like mine
Mama, now your ambition is mine
Dont make me over
Achieve too much in my time
Oh mama, please dont make me climb
Mama
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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