The Matriarch At Prayer
A great grandmother genuflects
Before the altar and reflects.
On different stages of her life.
Alternating peace and strife.
A happy child hood followed by
And even now she wonders why
The turbulence of teen age years.
Temper tantrums and hot tears.
But she matured as all must do.
And looking back she can review.
Her teen age angsts quite differently
She's wiser than she used to be.
She is content to know that she
Can still pray for her family.
Monday,16 April 2012.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Stars In His Eyes
Teen wearing cool shades while he waits,
waits at to learn electric guitar to be great.
Be a great guitar player with 'Stars in his Eyes'
his guitar glows on stage late at night.
Teen waiting at Marathon Guitar Center store,
learning guitar from Rich,
to be better than before.
I told teen as I went out the door.
'You are in inspiration to me, '
as we both held on to our guitars,
'You will one day be a great rock star'.
Teen smiled and then Rich added,
'He will give you tickets to the front row-
to his sold out 'Rock Guitar Show'.
Teen smiled to Rich's reply,
I knew this teen could reach for the skies,
and be the 'Guitar Player with Stars in his Eyes.'
Written Suzae Chevalier on January 28,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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For The Defence
'This Cen-TEEN-ary,' sez 'e
Sez I, 'You'll pardon me.'
(Perlite, like that, first off, and 'arf in laughter).
'You'll pardon me, I'm sure,'
I sez: 'but, speakin' pure,
Cen-TEN-ary, I think's, the word you're after.'
'Cen-TEEN-ary!' sez 'e;
An' looks fair, bang at me
All sort of snakey-eyed an' irritated.
Sez I, 'Don't be absurd,
For the dictionary word
Is Cen-TEN-ary. It's much more edjacated.'
'Cen-TEEN-ary!!' sez 'e.
Some'ow, 'e seemed to be
The sorta bloke wot gits me back up proper.
'Aw, brush yer brains!' sez I,
Gettin' 'ot. (I dunno why.)
'Cen-TEN-ary!' I sez. 'You darn clod-'opper!'
'Cen-TEEN-ary!!!' sez 'e,
As snarky as could be.
You know the sorta bloke I mean - pig-'eaded).
'Cen-TEN-ary, you fool!
Ain't you never been to school?'
Sez I. An' then things 'appened - like I dreaded.
'Cen-TEEN-ary!!!' sez 'e.
An' 'e swings a left at me
That would 'a' knocked me cold, if it 'ad landed.
'Ho! A gentleman!' I sneers;
'Full of nice, perlite idears.'
Then I ups an' tears right into 'im, two-'anded.
'Cen-TEEN-ary,' squeaks 'e.
(Still obstinit, yeh see).
Well, it weren't no time for bein' tender-'arted,
So I spreads 'im on the floor,
An' 'e never sez no more ....
So, please yer Worship, that was 'ow it started.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Vincent 5
The teacher
this women who is supposed to nuture young minds
the giver of presious knowlege
the one person a kid of 14 can trust
with one act runied a child
A child in a teen body
A child so afraid of changes
a child so freindles
look to her for compassion
On my own parents other dutys
I bathed not
worn clean clothes not
did not know how to not
To think she this teacher would help
reach out get me what I needed
nope as I sat waiting in class for her to arrive horror arrived instead
down the aisle she walked she even smiled
then sat in the row ahead of me, like I was garbage
not even good enough to sit with
A child/teen of 14 has feelings
and mine were shattered in instant
never to return
people hate even a child/teen screaming for help
poem by Vincent Armone
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Getting Old
When you’re young you think you know it all
Then you get old and life begins to unfold.
In their youth they don’t think ahead
The future is something they do not dread.
They feel that everything in life they can control
They’re young and strong and very bold.
Aaaah! Those beautiful days bring back memories
Of how simple life used to be.
Youth had respect for the elderly
And their fellow man.
Now the elderly they try to scam.
When they are older they will see
They want respect and to live with dignity.
they are young and they don’t seem to understand
That with age you may need a helping hand.
Everything in life comes in stages
It’s like a book when you turn the pages
It gets deeper and keeps you enthralled
Until the time that you reach the end
And you’ve lost all your family and friends.
The First stage is when you are a child
And someone is taking care of you for that while.
The Second stage is when you become a teen
And you feel like a king or queen.
You feel that you can not get old
This is what you believe at this stage in your life
Because you’re not looking at the struggles and strife.
The Third stage is the adolescent years
And you feel you’re in control and lose your fears.
The final stage is when you become old and gray
And your youthful years have slipped away.
You look back and ask yourself!
where did All those years go?
Why did I waste so much time?
And the most important thing is
That I am so glad I made you mine
For with you by my side I had a life divine.
So to the youth who have not gotten to this stage
Don’t get angry, and get rid of your rage.
There is no way to turn back the time
For time just moves straight ahead
You’re getting to the point that you now dread.
WELCOME TO OLD AGE! HA-HA
poem by Louis Rams
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I think I am too old to be doing teen movies. I am just kind of annoyed, because you have all these teen movies coming out with usually either Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff doing four of the exact teen movies over and over again.
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Anti-abortion Song
Isn’t there a baby inside you,
You teenager?
Isn’t it alive within you,
You teen mother?
How come you did not know it,
For this long time?
Oh, without sex, can you turn
A teen mother?
*
There is a living baby
Inside your womb;
Don’t murder to stay happy,
And build its tomb!
Abortion’s murder most foul,
You teenager;
Don’t do a thing to put it
Into danger!
*
A baby’s inside because
You were careless;
It is a child of God too,
Don’t be ruthless.
If mom aborted you, then
Would you be here?
Allow the child to be born:
Don’t you now err!
*
Don’t you abort the cute babe,
Hear its sweet voice;
It pleads to God; be ‘pro-life’
And you rejoice.
There is a life within you,
Apart from yours;
It is your boy or girl own:
Don’t be ‘pro-choice! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-29-2008
poem by John Celes
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Father
My
Child hood
Hero....
Teen age
EnYme...
Today
Best
Friend...!
Tommrow
My childrens
Gran father...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Way Of Life
Birth is to Death
Like East is to West
Pain is to Love
Like Greed is to Wealth
A family mourn
A child is born
The child is taught
This child cannot be Bought
The child grows
His words flow
His eyes wander
As his mind ponders
The teen grows
His legacy grows
His career escalates
His family evacuates
The Man grows
The family, frighten
The noose tightens
A family mourn
poem by Corey Fauchon
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To Genevieve On Her Twenty Ninth Birthday
Happy Birthday to you Genevieve today you are twenty nine
And with age you have grown mellow like the good expensive wine
And on looking back a decade the years simply seemed to fly
And hope this tenth day of August is a day you will enjoy.
I remember in your teen years you had dreadlocks in your hair
And when things were going against you at your mum you used to swear
But the years have made you mellow and you see things differently
And now with you and mummy dearest it's mostly love and harmony.
Happy Birthday Genevieve Ladds you are twenty nine years old
And you are a special person and your's is a heart of gold
And your friends to you important and they seem to multiply
And hope this tenth day of August is a day you will enjoy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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They were marketing me as a teen idol, when the stuff on the record was not what teen idols were doing at the time.
quote by Rick Springfield
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Happy Birthday!
My dearest Sonja today is fifteen,
She is her parent’s queen.
She is so sweet and nice,
She is her parent’s prize.
On the 18th of April
She turned her life’s 16th page,
She is so beautiful at her teen age.
Happy birthday, my dearest student!
Be always prudent!
May all your wishes come true,
May all your days be sunny and the sky blue.
I wish you fine and simple pleasures,
I wish you all of life’s best treasures,
I wish you all the years of laughter,
I wish you happiness ever after.
God bless you today and the whole life trough!
Happy birthday to you!
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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The Old Pair There
The old pair there they seem so very happy and they are two who've never sought renown
Raised on the same street they were childhood sweethearts and they raised their children here in their Hometown
Still so much in love and they in their late sixties they walk in the Town Parkland hand in hand
And others unhappy in their third or fourth marriage us human beings are hard to understand.
How come some can fall in love in their teen years and stay in love for the rest of their life
After all these years she's in love with her husband and after all these years he's in love with his wife
Whilst others go through many wives or husbands and their marriage always seems to end in tears
But they go searching for another partner they've fallen in and out of love for years
And could it be that they've never found their soul mate and unhappiness in love is all they find
They fall in and out of love so very quickly but then again some do say love is blind
But some will stay in love till death will take one and the living one for the dead one will grieve
Suppose they who stay in love for their whole lifetime in each others worth must firmly believe.
They've been in love since they were in their teen years and arm in arm they walk along the street
They are so in love after fifty years of marriage as if last week for the first time they did meet
Whilst others are in their fourth or fifth marriage but their love out of love's feeling seems to run
And then they go off in search of another perhaps it's in the chase they find their fun.
poem by Francis Duggan
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From Childhood To Manhood
He wonders why his emotions come out.
When things in his life does not go right.
Demons that he struggles with and fight.
He wonders why his childhood family have stop communicating with him.
He wonders how things have change when we have matured.
He wonders how fast that his life went by sometimes he cry when
someone special die.
He have dreams of close people that he wish that was still alive.
He wonders why some of the people that he loved have left.
He wonders why its tough to make it in life but its really hard to go through death.
Memories that he love most that ended bad.
Which he truthfully knew that person who he could get along with the most out of any other person.
His heart is sunk down, but he is truthfully hurt with so much pain.
Sometimes he feels that things will never be the same when it rains.
He wonders why his friends that are alive have change since we grew.
All that matters if only that they knew.
Money never matters to him.
Because his family and friends was his support that makes him have a strong heart.
He wonders how will he die only time will tell as years pass by
He only live by the truth not by a lie only whats real that meets the eye.
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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Great Grandmother
great grandmother
grandmother's mother
she walked through my life
like red roses, that dropp over one's path
roses that hold us back to savour
the meaning cast between
two melancholic lines of a poem
great grandmother
grandmother's mother
she walked through my life
so sparingly, always with the
fervent wish to build a bridge to my life
you know it because she always walked
away with tears glistening in her eyes
tears glistening in her eyes
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Content with
'Go to hell, go to hell'
Blasted one young teen
Why? ' What am I doing on net? ' I said
'You are doing nonsense, I bet'
Taken a back for a while
Fumed, just disappeared the smile
Was I so unwelcome or wrong?
Had I no place to find among?
I am in my teen, and not yet twenty
You may have lived with years plenty
'Are you not ashamed' to be on net
'Dear you can blast, but have we ever met? I asked
No, but you have commitment a sin
Put your ideas in just dust bin
Whether be it pot or simple tin
I will not let you allow or win
I said “Dear calm down'
You aren't the only one in town
You may frown, eyes may turn brown
Not only 'hell', but use and add another noun
Not only sex on phone but nudity
Still may be there simple purity
Why not you make just clarity?
What can be best like the quality? I argued
'No then also, you just go to hell
No ringing alarms but only bell,
It will be bad if you do so well
Consider it right and jump in the well. She argued
Oh, dear teen, you are simple kid
You know not and have no lid
Candle can be lit and not just ignite
If you have will and idea definite
Fear not for a while from simple man
Freedom may be right but can’t be a ban
Never do or suffer from narrow thought
Danger may lurking but always to be fought
I thought for a while but did not cave
Honour was at stake and necessary to save
Things may be right but ways don’t pave
She was foolish teen but not brave
It is always good to be friends on line
Wrong signal it sends and undermine
The prestige and status should be respected
One must realize……………..
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fathers Dilemma (daughters stages)
she was brought into this world
as beautiful as can be.
played with her dolls - naturally.
a few years later she reaches puberty.
and the years are going by much to fast for me.
soon she becomes a teenage girl
making the rounds
and with her friends getting down.
listening to the music of her generation
moving her body, and feeling the sensations.
the teen years is when i worry
hoping that the years will go by in a hurry.
then she reaches womanhood
and life 'dawns on her' as it should.
all the do's and don'ts that i preached
she has finally gotten to reach
that stage in her life
that now she thinks twice.
now a full grown woman, and so much in love
planning her wedding, and using turtle doves.
a smile on her face, and joy in her heart.
getting ready for a brand new start.
being a newly wed with so much to learn
and old bridges, she has to burn.
now she has to WORK, COOK, CLEAN
and everything else in between.
she can no longer procrastinate
for it is 'much too late'.
a year later has come and gone
and her doctor hits her with the bomb.
you are pregnant, and a boy you'll bare
this is the news you have to share.
six months later out he came
a little boy and ' JAMES' is his name.
now she's gone through all the
stages that a female must do.
CHILD, PUBERTY, TEENAGER, WOMANHOOD
and now MOTHERHOOD.
and every stage she carried me through.
and as her father i will pray, and i'll love
her more than words can say.
poem by Louis Rams
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Let Us All Prayfor Peace and Malala's Relief
Malala still in teen
Turned out to be a queen
With her strong desire and keen
To make a religious fanaticism clean
Her movement for education
Of women of a particular formation
Made the world think of reformation
But stood helpless with confrontation
At a tender age of eleven
She made her presence felt even in heaven
By her blog on education for women
Her thoughtfulness did many hearten
Effortlessly she won accolades for peace
Dreaming a world with no one to pierce
The coexistence of human beings on religious base
And help them live and love each other in one piece
She did meet most powerful men of the world
To further her cause for a release from religious fold
She was assured by all as she is mentally strong and bold
She succeeded in getting back her school and household
However, religious fanaticism is strong and stout
That managed to get her twice shot
And she is struggling to survive in an intensive care slot
Hopefully to come back to fight this dreadful fanatic plot
Let us all pray for her life
Let us all pray for a world with no religious strife
Let us all pray for wisdom among those who strike on religious belief
Let us all pray all gods we all know for peace and Malala's relief
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Would He Even Know Me Now?
The past is full of shades and shapes
Of people, come and gone,
'Whatever happened to so and so, '
We say, when the mood is on;
But closer still, our parents live
In the warmth of our hearts and minds,
And my father often returns to me
To haunt my quiet times.
How do you deal with a love so deep
That it tears your life apart?
The day that he left, he took a piece
Of my ever caring heart,
He died, and so did I that day,
But I couldn't even cry,
A loss so great to a fickle fate -
I wept, though my eyes were dry.
Though that was twenty years ago
I remember in every way,
He'll always be just the way he was
On that final, desperate day;
But I have changed, I'm older now
And life has never been kind,
The years have indelibly traced their path
On my face, my body and mind.
My father knew me way back when,
A child, a teen, young man,
I hovered around the forty mark
When he left in the Lord's great plan;
But one thing worries my troubled mind
And it haunts my thoughts somehow,
If we were to pass on the street today
Would he even know me now?
5 March 2008
poem by David Lewis Paget
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At the time I came along, Hollywood's idea of teen movies meant there had to be a lot of nudity, usually involving boys in pursuit of sex, and pretty gross overall. Either that or a horror movie. And the last thing Hollywood wanted in their teen movies was teenagers!
quote by John Hughes
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Ingerid Sletten
Ingerid Sletten of Sillejord
Neither gold nor silver did own,
But a little hood of gay wool alone,
Her mother had given of yore.
A little hood of gay wool alone,
With no braid nor lining, was here;
But parent love made it ever dear,
And brighter than gold it shone.
She kept the hood twenty years just so:
"Be it spotless," softly she cried,
"Until I shall wear it once as bride,
When I to the altar go."
She kept the hood thirty years just so:
"Be it spotless," softly she cried,
"Then wear it I will, a gladsome bride,
When it to our Lord I show."
She kept the hood forty years just so,
With her mother ever in mind.
"Little hood, be with me to this resigned,
That ne'er to the altar we'll go."
She steps to the chest where the hood has lain,
And seeks it with swelling heart;
She guides her hand to its place apart,--
But never a thread did remain.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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