Initiate
Initiate
The time has come for me to seek
the advice of my ancestors.
To take to heart the words they speak
which will reveal my future course.
I have my knife I have my bow
and that is all I am allowed
The time is now I have to go
Until my totem is endowed.
I have to learn to recognise
my totem by his qualities.
Though he conceals them from mens eyes..
True understanding is the prize.
A lot depends on what he sees.
The part of him that dwells in me.
Subjects me to deep scrutinies
Which I must face I cannot flee..
I walk the wilderness alone
I catch and kill the food I need
and for each life I must atone.
As I was taught this is my creed.
I do not fear the solitude
Although I miss my family
I have the correct attitude
I know enough to wait and see.
The first night passes quietly
I rise at dawn salute the sun.
I watch and wait respectfully
but wonder in my heart which one.
Which creature will decide to be
the totem that I’m here to find.
The spirit creatures are quite free
to read the thoughts I have in mind.
The second night I cannot sleep
I pass the dark hours listening
to the night predators who creep
about my shelter foraging.
Again I rise up with the sun.
Then suddenly I see a bear
I have no doubt he is the one
whos taken me into his care.
I look at him he looks at me
He seems to be well satisfied
and off he trundles clumsily.
A totem I accept with pride.
The bear has freely chosen me.
I had no say it was his choice
I return home triumphantly
and with my family rejoice.
I must give up my boyhood name.
Now that I have become a man.
The Shaman plays his sacred game
The spirits tell him that he can.
Leave the choice of name to me.
The elders of the tribe confer
But they accept eventually.
I choose the name of Little Bear.
I am a full fledged warrior now.
No longer just a little boy
I freely let the teardrops flow
an outward sign of my great joy.
I am a man and take my place
amongst the older wiser men.
I passed the test without disgrace
A test I need not take again.
In due course I will earn respect
But I must act respectfully.
Towards my elders who expect
that I will listen carefully.
As I am taught the tribal lore
they have stored in their memory.
The things they could not teach before
my totem bear had chosen me..
4-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Poem of the Totem
Miss Totem of Totem School
Wore V-necks and a pair of shoes
Never did care
If others would stare
She knew that she looked cool
Miss Totem of Totem School
Was different than the others
She had a love for different things and never did drink soda
Miss Totem of Totem School
Had tons and tons of others
Big and little
Small and tall
Lots and lots of brothers
Miss Totem of Totem School
Had a million to a trill
Funky kinds of family members
Some are robots too
Miss Totem of Totem School
Has too many sisters
Some are loud
Most are proud
Huggable, funny, loose
Miss Totem of Totem School
Is a big musician
Give her an instrument and a job
Forreal she'll finish the mission
Miss Totem of Totem School
As tan as can be
Sweet as honey
Fluffy like bunnies
Miss Totem doesn't have a lot of money
I'll talk about her ways all day
She's the type to like to play that way
'Cause Miss Totem of Totem loves high rolling
Like skating and eating buffets
Miss Totem of Totem School has one more thing for you
She wants to say have a nice day
Thanks for listening
Staying awake
And not leaving any drool on her shoes
'Cause she likes to use them when she skates
Paid in full for friend Leslie
Like a feathered arrow flying.
Straight and true but silently
Speeds the message of your dying
a missile you won’t hear or see.
When you chose to slay my tribesmen.
Slaughter squaws and little children
striking in the dead of night.
My people had no chance to fight.
You thought no one had survived
unaware one warrior lived.
From my totem seeking guidance
I chose to meditate by chance.
In the forest secretly
I kept my vigil faithfully.
Alerted by he dying cries
of people dying by surprise.
Cut down by killers as they slept.
I had no choice but to accept.
My totem had protected me
because my totem could foresee.
The secret plans of wicked men
Who had killed and would again.
Great Manitou had chosen me
to hunt them down relentlessly
Their punishment my sole intent
I knew I would not rest content.
Until the last of them had died
My spirit wails unsatisfied..
when the last of them has paid
the price for the part he played.
in murdering my family.
My quest will end successfully
When my arrow pierces you
a punishment long overdue.
I will give praise to Manitou
as any warrior ought to do.
20/04/2009
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First Born
In the softly scented twilight,
walking slowly simply musing.
My thoughts turn to my hearts delight
she is sure now to be choosing.
Which young man she wants to marry
now she has become a woman.
Hopefully I am her quarry now
that she must chose her man.
Long dark hair which flows like water,
flashing eyes that hold the moonlight.
Running Elk the chieftains daughter
graceful as the swallows in flight.
She is full of joy and laughter,
she sings sweeter than the song birds
Can I win the chieftains daughter
may the Great Spirit hear my words.
Many moons now I have loved her
watched her grow into a beauty
Now the goddess’ hand has touched her,
she must do her sacred duty.
She is old enough now to wed.
She must choose her life’s companion
to share her tepee and her bed.
I long to be her chosen one.
I am proud with much to offer.
Doughty warrior, careful tracker.
I have much that I can proffer
defence from any attacker.
Great Manitou lend me your aid.
Guide her footsteps let her choose me
from all the braves who will parade
Let her heart see my honesty.
Make me show worthy in her eyes.
She is young and needs a husband
who know that he has gained the prize.
Fairest maiden of all this land.
Through the night I’m vigil keeping
praying to ancestral spirits
Whilst the other braves are sleeping.
Night long prayers can bring benefits.
In the morning as the dawn breaks.
Tribal elders call the young men
from their beds as the camp awakes.
To let the maidens look again.
Each young warrior wears a brave face
Hoping he is the chosen one
Now each young maiden takes her place
their faces set as cast in stone.
Will she chose me I must wonder.
If I find favour in her eyes,
she’ll lead me to the forest yonder.
Where we may enter paradise.
Be still my heart let not your thunder
sound so loudly. I must appear
indifferent as I wonder.
Though I can feel her drawing near.
Her soft strong hand encloses mine
Running Elk the chieftains daughter
has chosen me so she is mine
We walk away midst peals of laughter
quickly towards the forest grove
There in the quiet of the trees
we can enjoy our new sprung love
Caressed by sunlight and the breeze.
For one full moon we need not be
concerned with any other thing.
For one full moon we are quite free.
She is my queen and I am king.
But then we must rejoin the tribe
take up our duties separate
As tribal customs all prescribe
as married man and chosen mate,
Though presently we do not care
lost in love and burning need.
We live on love and dine on air
in this we are firmly agreed.
When the moon is full we will go
back to the camp to our tepee
and let her loving kinfolk know
that she has chosen happily.
We will maintain our dignity
at least in public where we’re seen
But in our tepee privately
I will still treat her as my queen.
Although the tribal laws dictate
a wife must meekly serve her lord.
I see no need to dominate
I’ll let her have the final word.
For I have observed carefully
the way my older kinfolks live
and those who live in harmony.
Know when to take and when to give.
My Running Elk is my delight
and I provide for her the best
WE work by day and love by night,
we know by heaven we are blessed.
Beneath her heart a new life thrives
a mutual product of our love
A treasure to complete our lives
A sign of favour from above
The first born of our family
The chieftain takes it in his stride
Her mother tells us privately
That he is swollen up with pride.
Her mother well advises her
what she must and must not do
As she makes clothes of softest fur
to fit the babe that is soon due.
But as me I’m terrified
I would rather face a bear.
She brushes all my fears aside
and tells me that I won’t be there.
Some things men aren’t allowed to see
At child birth the old women rule
and I agree wholeheartedly.
Because I am frightened fool.
But when he’s here I’ll play my part
and teach him everything I know.
Make sure he has the finest start
of any child and watch him grow.
My wife’s convinced it will be a she.
She says the goddess told her so.
It matters not we both agree
for in due course we’ll get to know
I am a man I have a wife
I am as happy as can be.
Together we created life
that I await impatiently.
My Running Elk just laughs at me.
She says she must do all the work
In nurturing the life to be
while I just wear a silly smirk
As if was all down to me
I did my bit I did my best
and she conceived triumphantly.
I think I passed my manhood test.
I’m what a proper man should be
I am so proud that I could burst
My Running Elk indulges me.
All men are proudest of their first.
Nine moons have passed this was the last.
Now I am banished from my tent.
I sweat and bid the time go fast.
I cannot rest til news is sent.
Have I a daughter or a son
and is my Running Elk alright.
The babes arrived the battle’s won.
Just as the morning star shines bright.
Now Running Elk must have her rest
and I am not allowed to see
the babe that’s suckling at her breast.
Until my sweetheart calls for me
To thank her for this wondrous gift.
the pain she underwent for me.
I feel my lowered spirits lift
I hear her calling come and see.
I go to her and hold her hand.
My son is sleeping peacefully.
I cannot speak I simply stand
and gaze upon my family.
My heart is full she understands
she reads me like an open book.
My son she places in my hands
I stand amazed and thunderstruck
A sturdy boy, his shock of hair
as shiny as a ravens wing
I cannot say how much I
but she can hear she’s listening.
The hymn of praise which my heart sings
will tell her all she longs to hear
To me our son a king of kings
and she the dearest of the dear.
My mind replays the day she chose.
I was afraid that she would not
and somehow even this she knows
but is still pleased with what she got.
She is much more than I deserve
although she won’t agree with this.
For all my life I’ll gladly serve
my family for her sweet kiss.
She knows my love will never fade
that I will love her faithfully
She knows I loved her as a maid
and that’s the reason she chose me.
She bids me go and get some sleep
she knows the vigil that I kept.
Our love is strong enough to keep
and words must wait until we’ve slept.
I go my way and find a bed
I close my eyes and know no more.
When I awake the sun is red
and night is falling fast once more.
Tonight I sleep in my own bed
beside the wife that I adore
My son will sleep beside her head.
What man could ask for any more.
(Revised Sep 07)
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A New Deal
A New Deal
The shouting and the tumult dies.
The people have declared their choice
they’ve chosen change: It’s no surprise.
The time has come long overdue
To break with past failed policies
try something different something new.
Both candidates have done their best
you must give credit where it’s due
But only one could pass the test
You’ve chosen your new president.
You did your bit let him do his
and hope that he proves competent.
To recognise what must be done
to rectify the errors of the past.
A daunting task for anyone.
Though he may lack experience
He’s flexible and he can learn.
You have expressed your confidence.
Remember he is just a man
Alone he can’t work miracles
but with your help perhaps he can
But he needs space and he needs time
to work out the priorities
and what reforms to put in place.
He has inherited a mess
which can’t be put right over night.
It has to be a slow process.
He’s not too proud to seek advice
he knows there’s much he does not know.
Just tinkering will not suffice
You have chosen by majority
to name him as your president
All that remains is wait and see.
If he’s the man the country needs
to show us there’s a better way
Just hope and pray that he succeeds.
He cannot do it on his own
and is entitled to expect
active support from everyone.
Who’s proud to be American
Restore us to our rightful place
amongst the family of man.
5-Nov-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Ghost Bear, page 1 of 4
Long ago, in a small village
Where the Great River meets the
Limitless Salt Sea, lived Muin Manitu,
An aging shaman.
Ghost Bear had two good wives
Who gave him four fine daughters
And many grand-children.
But now both wives were dead.
Ghost Bear was getting old,
So old that he made his death song
Mumbling it often under his breath
So he would not forget it.
One night, Raven came to Ghost Bear
In a dream, bringing an important message.
“You must leave wigwam and village,
before the sun rises again.”
“This must be my time, ” thought
Ghost Bear, “My time to die.
I am glad. It is a good time
to leave this world.”
And so, taking only his knife and
His Medicine Bag, Ghost Bear pushed
His canoe out into the river while
All the village slept.
“I will go west on the Great River, ”
Thought Ghost Bear to himself, “Then,
When it is my time to go, I will be
pointed in the right direction.”
All morning long, Ghost Bear paddled
Westward on the Great River, and when
Sun was directly above him, he saw
A raven flying high above.
“I am going true, ” he thought, “Raven
Has sent me an unmistakeable sign.”
And Ghost Bear kept paddling with
Neither food nor drink.
As day became night, Ghost Bear
Continued on, for the full moon was bright
And showed him the right path on the
Great River clearly, brightly.
poem by John Bliven Morin
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Next time I'll know better for M lady Lucianne
I hear a tapping at my door.
It’s trick and treaters I expect.
I have some candy treats in store
which they will happily accept.
I slip the latch so easily
but it appears there’s no one there
I look and listen carefully.
I find the silence hard to bear.
I close the door return inside
I feel a presence I can’t see.
Although there is no place to hide
I gaze about uneasily.
The tales they tell could they be true.
At Halloween the veils grow thin
and homeless spirits can pass through.
I feel my head begin to spin.
When I come to the sun is bright
but I’m not who I used to be.
Some homeless spirit won the fight
and is pretending to be me.
I’ll have to wait another year
before I am myself again.
A long and lonely wait I fear
before my body I regain.
I only hope that it is true
they must give up their tenancy.
When the next Halloween falls due
I’ll have to wait impatiently.
Beware of answering your door
especially on All Hallows Eve.
Fate may have a surprise in store
for those of you who don’t believe.
That this night spirits come and go
and each one seeking for a place
another chance although they know
they’ll have to wear another’s face.
Far better to pretend your out
on no account answer the door.
You will be safe without a
now you’ve been warned You know the score.
31-Oct-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.
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Nobody Weird Like Me
the freakiest show i know
is the show of my own
living my life in and out
of the twilight zone
bust my britches
bless my soul
i'm a freak of nature
walking totem pole
look and see i think you'll agree
nobody weird like me
intercourse with a porpoise
is a dream for me
hell bent on inventing
a new species
bust my britches
bless my soul
i'm a freak of nature
walking totem pole
look and see i think you'll agree
nobody weird like me
riding down the path
on the back of a giraffe
me and the giraffe laughed
cause i passed some gas
bust my britches
bless my soul
i'm a freak of nature
walking totem pole
look and see i think you'll agree
nobody weird like me
enchanted as a rabbit
that my life is a dream
well everything is never
just as it seems
the freakiest show i know
is the show of my own
living my life in and out
of the twilight zone
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Righteous Attitude for Friend Thad
Righteous Attitude
The hunter rose before the dawn to watch the new day being born.
He raises prayers to Manitou as his wise father taught him to.
This brave though young is known to be a man who hunts successfully
To creatures he must kill for food he shows a reverent attitude.
When they fall victim to his bow he thanks their spirits as they go
back to the source from whence they came he knows each creature by its name.
He thanks them for their sacrifice, because he knows that success lies in following the ancient laws. Which the Great Spirit will enforce.
He has absorbed all he was taught, he kills for food but not for sport.
He sings his praise to Manitou because he knows that thanks are due. When the Great Spirit shows the way which leads him to his lawful prey.
Some days he hunts without success but still finds the will to bless
the sacred name of Manitou the way successful hunters do.
He’ll rise again tomorrow morn before the coming of the dawn
and to the Manitou he’ll pray he has a more successful day.
27-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Night Sky
Stars aglow in the night sky
Pass so quietly by,
Is it us or them
Who return again?
We to see
And they to stay,
Or possibly tis
The other way.
And who
Really sees who,
In the night so dark
Filled with the deepest blue?
If the moon
Never again shines,
Could it be a sign
Of the end-times?
Or just a loss of sight
On my part?
The result of losing (with cynicism)
The natural vision of wonder, in the human heart.
For to see magic
In the moon and stars,
Is to truly look
Deep and far...
Not simply in a night sky,
Rather into the soul,
Where all good things
Freely come and go.
Even if the stars no longer shown
In my little night sky for to see,
Ever, I'd keep returning
Looking; I for they... and they for me.
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Deep troubles sometimes
I have deep trouble sometimes in night
I have tried number of times to make it right
Still it has not improved and I live with it
It is now not new for me and can no longer fight
I may take care not to snore heavily
Even though it used to come of its own readily
We had accepted the fact very happily
It was still not ignored easily
It may disturb a person sleeping at some distance
I was awakened at night number of times
I may feel sorry for them but had no choice
As I was unaware of the magnitude of noise
At one night she woke up from sleep
She was dreaming sound and deep
She might have seen some dreaded dream
All might have swept on her as team
She was breathing heavily with fear
I made her comfortable at once to bear
She was still screaming and begged for disturbance
I consoled her to forget it at once
She was of very mild nature
Before going to sleep, she will make it completely sure
She will see to it that it is available ready next day
This was her specialty and unique way
She is fully devoted and keep everything stored in her mind
She won’t disclose it to any one and take care that no one finds
In doing so she may struggle at night to forget
In dream also she may find it hard to let
In both the cases the mind plays an active memory box
It is usually a guarded secret but acts as cunning fox
No one know at what times it will choose invade?
It will strike at once make you unstable and fade
So when she screamed at high note everybody rushed
Children thought I might have scuffled with her and pushed
But picture became clear when she clarified
It was over now and everybody got satisfied
The children were grown up and fully matured
The matter was not dragged further to be slurred
It puts you in odd position if it is taken otherwise
It may so happen that anybody can blame much to surprise
As mind is never put to rest
It will function all the time at its best
It may prove some times an acid test
As what will be revealed very next?
Everything is omitted at night from the masked soul
You have unconscious mind at rest but speaks no foul
It is exact replica of what had transpired in a day
The mind has its own pattern to act in a way
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Rage (Vita-mix)
Let's face the music
I think that it's time
What's the use when the future
Looks so unkind?
Life and death
The choice we make
Revolution
The line my mind takes
Win or lose, hey
What do you say?
Gotta cha- cha- cha- change
Check it out and see, there may be a better lifestyle
My hopes are as big as the sky
My dreams are wider than wide
One day we'll be
Absolutely cruelty-free
March on
Unleash the spirit
Rise above all fear
Into the light
It's a world affair
Don't waste a minute
Let the heart decide
It's time to care
What is this sad fascination
To rip off another's skin? (shame, shame, shame)
Fancy people in fur coats, what a pitiful sight
Leather is dead, it's not so nice
(rage)
March on
Unleash the spirit
Rise above all fear
Into the light
It's a world affair
Don't waste a minute
Let the heart decide
It's time to care
Stop, think before you chew
Don't eat a creature that won't eat you
Food for everyone
Let's all eat, it's so much fun
Let that chicken be, a cow is not a factory
Fast food slaughter's a criminal waste
We've got to tune ourselves into a new morality
Make some improvement on the human race
Rage
Each time I turn around
Rage
It tears my heart apart
Rage
Each time I see the blood
Hey now
Sentimental feelings are just not good enough
March on
Unleash the spirit
Rise above all fear
It's time to care
March on
Unleash the spirit
Rise above all fear
Into the light
It's a world affair
Don't waste a minute
Let your heart
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Merciful Release?
Merciful Release.
The mist descended suddenly.
Totally unexpectedly.
I could not see to find my way
So I decided I should stay
Just where I was. It seemed to be.
The wisest choice
I’m not so certain that it was
I think perhaps that is because.
The clammy fog embraces me
And whispers to me quietly
You have no choice.
If I decide to let you go
I am quite certain you will know.
Not to brave the moors alone
These moors are mine all that I own
and I rejoice.
I have the power to heal or kill
I always had and always will.
These moors are worthy of respect
It is mission to protect.
It whispered sotto voice.
I will remember till I die.
There is no reason I should lie
The day the mist enveloped me
and whispered to me quietly
I hear that voice.
In nightmares to this very day.
Although it let me go my way.
I still retain the memory
Of the lesson taught to me.
The moors own voice.
Although it spoke so quietly
Is etched deep in my memory
I can’t forget although I try
And to this day I wonder why.
It made the choice
To set me free as suddenly
as the mist had captured me.
I don’t suppose I’ll ever know
Why it chose to let me go
I had no choice.
The moors have little time for fools
They can and will enforce their rules
I'm forced to take it seriously
Or pay the price
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Nocturnal changes forM 'Lady Wennie
At fall of night the desert lies
silent. Waiting for the moon to rise
Which will reveal the muted tones
of rolling dunes and time worn stones.
This is the time small creatures stir
and seek the food which they prefer.
No longer need to hide away
from the blazing heat of the day.
They have to forage carefully
others are hunting hopefully
.Try to avoid the predators
prepared to kill without remorse
The desert lifeless through the day
by night becomes a place to prey.
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Loneliness Is A Hurting Thing
once my heart was full of joy as i grew up from a baby boy.
i learned to love and i learned to hate.
i learned to sit and contemplate.
i learned the abc's of right and wrong.
i learned to fight and become big and strong.
i was taught by my elders or so it seemed
all about life and what it means.
the one thing that they could not teach-for they had not
gotten to reach-that time of life when you're old and gray.
and it seems that life has slipped away
they had gone through life's hall of fame
joys and sorrows they all have gained.
life has only two guarantees-age and death or so it seems.
they go through life and children they bear
to find when they're old 'that kids don't care.
now if you listen while they pray-'you will hear a small voice say'
oh lord take me away-please don't let me live another day.
this loneliness i cannot bear! i have no one with whom
i could share-the joys and fulfillments of yesteryear.
'oh dear god is this to be-not even any company.
no one to speak to -no one to hold
no one to call my very own.
when you reach that golden age, you become
like an animal in a gilded cage.
you pace the floor from wall to wall
wondering if you have the gall.
to start your life all anew and try to forget your solitude.
yes my friends-i'll tell you now loneliness is a heavy crown.
i'll tell you this'my children beware' age and death are very near.
when you stop and turn around-another step you have found.
with life there is no turning back
no one to help pick up the slack.
with pride and determination you move along
head held high-eyes are strong.
to face the challenge of what is to be.
loneliness and hearthaches must comfort me.
poem by Louis Rams
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A Desolaltion
Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.
Time then to make a
home in wilderness.
What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I
will build: wife,
family, and seek
for neighbors.
Or I
perish of lonesomeness
or want of food or
lightning or the bear
(must tame the hart
and wear the bear).
And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image—shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.
poem by Allen Ginsberg
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In Its Own Time
The child was reason
of choice of journey
the reason I came
through time
hardship memory.
Reason of decision
of hope of chosen
to bear a future seed.
The child
will come through us
be of us
but will walk beyond reach
understanding of sacrificial roots.
Soil tendered chosen shaped
yet planting was done
in God’s own time.
In reach of turbulent season.
When chaos crisis filled hopelessness
desperate dark dull deadened sky.
From out vanquished primeval void.
Where vision was alost awaiting
flames to engulf a kindling dawn.
The child comes
in its own time.
Universal truth
contained in simple words.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Gypsy
Step inside my tent, said she, Id like to read you palm
Leave the dollar in the jar, this wont take very long
Leave the circus noise behind, close your eyes, relax your mind
Ill tell you if you should quit now or if you should go on
Then I said, now what do ya see
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
Wherell I go, whatll I be
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
She threw some sawdust in the air and her hands began to shake
She told me the town where I was born, she almost knew the date
She lit a candle with her eyes and then she made the table rise
She took the dollar from the jar and then she guessed my weight
Then I said, now what do ya see
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
You are so old, you are so wise
Deedlee-dum, deedlee-dy
Give me a sign, tell it to me
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
Then she spoke most quietly
Deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
When you we a child at school they taught you quite a lot
You were told when you should speak and when you should not
You were taught to read and write, to take your lessons home at night
A little knowledge serves you well but the golden rule does not
Then I said, now what do ya mean
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
Wherell I go, whatll I be
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
Then when I came home that night to lie in bed awake
I thought of that old gypsy and the words that she had said
And now I see with due respect, the more we learn the worse we get
So if you feel youve no regrets, go have your fortune read
Then I said, now what do ya mean
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
Wherell I go, whatll I be
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
You are so old, you are so wise
Deedlee-dum, deedlee-dy
Give me a sign, tell it to me
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
Wherell I go, whatll I be
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
You are so old, you are so wise
Deedlee-dum, deedlee-dy
Give me a sign, tell it to me
She said, deedlee-dum, deedlee-dee
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Holy Home
Dear sir, it was God will
Else he might have been alive still
The great souls are needed there
They have to pick up from somewhere
It was your holy home
Only your son was welcome
God has taken note of your charity
He was loved by almighty
He could, otherwise laid you to rest
That is the only endurance and test
The destiny was decided as something different
The apostles were directly sent
You have seen and passed through age
How difficult it is now to manage!
I wish almighty give long endurance
You pass this test also at once
You brought him up with great care
No one could challenge him or dare
He was beautiful rose in your garden
His departure at this stage was all of sudden
It may take years to heal
You may miss him and feel
But remember it is God’s will
You are chosen for time to kill
It is your self service and wisdom
No one can challenge and understand seldom
God has give pain but may give strength too
This is advice but very true
You were blessed with enough of wealth
I wish and pray for nice stay with good health
It may be considered as serious blow
But He has bless you divine glow
You may last and endure
With so much peace for sure
The mission entrusted may be fulfilled
The humanity thrust in you will never be killed
Think not what the blow has delivered
Bear in mind what Gold has offered
You are still at helm of affairs
The garden may boom again with all the flowers
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Father You a Daughter
Sweetie, you know you are all I want in a mate,
Every time that I had ever needed in a lady;
No other can compare to your mystique so great,
So I want you to have my very next baby.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Your beauty, strength, your grace, and intellect,
Brilliance beyond anyone I have ever known;
The spirit you have inspires me to pay respect
Every good woman and I want raise one of my own.
Bear my child, sweetheart...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
This child will be our legacy, but another you,
With your very enticing smile, sexy eyes;
I cannot wait to go all night making love to you
For a baby, sharing your joy between your thighs.
Carry my seed, baby...
Never will I part from you, keep it in overnight,
Ready to accept the amazing paternity of two;
A daughter with your way of thinking and life,
If tomorrow ends tonight, I must impregnate you.
Carry my seed, baby...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
They say the man must do all the work
If we really want to have a pretty little princess;
Baby, just lay back and let me work
Starting with your mind to all five senses.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Passion marks over spots I already licked,
Kisses trace each place my fingertips ran;
Battlefield Bedroom is the place to get some...
If love is war, then I will declare it much as I can.
Knock you up, sweetie...
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
Bear my child, carry my seed, baby
To not knock you up would be crazy;
Such a dream of mine come true,
And I long to savor moments with you.
By far the finest from sole to crown,
I truly love to please you up and down;
To have you walking around with my child,
Makes the obstacles we faced worthwhile.
Let me father you a daughter,
Knock you up and make us a baby girl;
Let me father you a daughter,
Go every night to bring her to the world.
I cannot resist you,
So bear my daughter, boo.
poem by Sr. Lamar Ingraham
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