Yesterday/Tommorrow
.
The silent shadows echo mysteries.
Across the disused nursery floor, a toy
Abandoned long ago by a child lies.
No echoes or mysteries can destroy.
The memories stored in a mothers mind.
Her children went and she was left behind,
To potter round to fill the day.
The big old house which served her family well
Is too big now to cope with on her own
The passing years and dwindling income tell
A story that is now far too well known.
Tomorrow she leaves for a nursing home.
Tomorrow when the children come.
Tuesday,13 March 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The children of tomorrow
The children of tomorrow
They are looking on for peace and hope
They keep fixing the damage and the wars we had made.
The children of tomorrow
They are prying to god for all of the good things
They want this mess that we cause to be fixed
The children of tomorrow
They are on the floor bring knowing that they no hope
They had lost the fight to get this problem that we had made.
The children of tomorrow
They are gone carry on for us
That is why we should think do we want this for them
The children of tomorrow
poem by Kelly Berry
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The Bittersweet Of Christmas
A pervading warmth wraps the heart at Christmas time.
It comes a messenger of peace; a recall of home;
The pipings of the past; the evidence of forgotten joys; Memories of friends, gone from us and, loved ones far away.
The most tender of mysteries, it permeates society, displaying
An underlying oneness for all human kind.
A time when labor turns to love, fatigue evolves to festivity.
There are weeks involved in making ready for a single day's Event: decorating the house; selecting the tree; shopping for Gifts and food; setting the table with silver and china;
The house warmed by fireplace flames; the laughter of children;
The exchanging of gifts by the tree.
Suddenly over, family departed, the house becomes a vacuum, an Echo of tomorrow's emptiness.
The day, added to the yesterdays of all our years, is recorded In memory as a genial recollection.
There is no measurement that weighs the hours of preparation
For the approaching holidays. There is no holiday that leaves
One with such a glow of nostalgic reflections as does Christmas Day.
(Free Verse)
poem by Lynn W. Petty
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Make Tomorrow
Put on the dress in which you were married
Pull down the veil til your eyes are hid
Can you remember where we both came from
Let us do as we did
Look at tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow today
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow today
Put back the photo under your window
Put down the phone that you hold in your hand
Put away these things that stand in between us
Let us be what we can
When it seems
Hopeless
When it seems
Hopeless
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow today
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow today
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow today
What better measure of what you were doing here
Then what you can leave behind
All the children of your children's children
Do you ever think what they're going to find
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Where the sacred meet the scared
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
Where the dreamer's dream is dared
In each of us
A dream can burn like the sun
Let's try it all one more time
To get this lesson learned
Sitting up in a spaceship
Looking down at the earth
You wonder what they all stuggling for
What's it all really worth
Making tomorrow today
Making tomorrow today
Make tomorrow
Make tomorrow
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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The Sea In Us
i am talking about
water, always there is a shortage
of what we have
in the mountain
the terrains are cracking
and the buds
and roots have always been thirsty
and strangled
we sit on the floor of this house
with big windows
looking at the vast expanse of hills
overlooking the
very wide sea
it seems that everything in our world
is sea, or
sea -ike, everything so deep
and blue
and so silent with all the
mysteries
something we still do not understand
and then you begin to talk about love
that we do not have much
something is lacking and something in us
speaks about
this hunger and thirst
this emptiness that all these resources
cannot fill
like the sea i am so silent
i am like an ocean not making any sense
of waves
like you
we shall also be like the sea
silenced by all these
mysteries
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where Is Tomorrow
Written by orbison/dees.
Where is tomorrow? an island of dreams.
Where is tomorrow? flying on golden wings,tomorrow.
Where is tomorrow? the end of time.
Where is tomorrow.youre no longer mine.
Tomorrow, tomorrow.Ill get over you.
Tomorrow,tomorrow.when tomorrow comes,
Then Ill stop loving you,tomorrow.
Where is tomorrow? tomorrow is gone.
Gone losting stardust,hiding from the dawn.
Tomorrow,tomorrow.tomorrow.
I long for tomorrow.Ill be strong tomorrow.
I want cry for you tomorrow.
Where is tomorrow?
Where is tomorrow?
Tomorrow.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Thurday's Child
All of my life I've tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had
Nothing much happened all the same
Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe I'm born right out of my time
Breaking my life in two
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Now that I really got a chance
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh )
Everything's falling into place
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Seeing my past to let it go
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Only for you I don't regret
And I was Thursday's child
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)
Sometimes I cry my heart to sleep
Shuffling days and lonesome nights
Sometimes my courage fell to my feet
Lucky old son is in my sky
Nothing prepared me for your smile
Lighting the darkness of my soul
Innocence in your arms
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Now that I really got a chance
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh )
Oh ho, everything's falling into place
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Seeing my past to let it go
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Only for you I don't regret
And I was Thursday's child
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)
Thursday's child
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)
Thursday's child
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)
song performed by by David Bowie
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Tomorrow
Tomorrow sings a song for all to cheer
Tomorrow gives a season for fruits to bear
Tomorrow keeps the keys for doors of history
and then in time unlock all mysteries
Tomorrow be the day we should never fear
poem by Godfrey Morris
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A Mothers Love
A mothers love is everlasting, forever
A mother and her child will always be together
A mothers love for her child through the smiles and the tears
Will stay strong for years and years
A mothers love will never die
Even if sometimes her child makes her cry
A mother can really reach up high, and touch the sky
When next to her is her child
A mothers love will reach beyond the grave
When a mother is with her child she will always be brave
Two children or one, daughter or son
More precious than the stars above
You can never take a mothers love
poem by Natasha Potter
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Thursdays Child
All of my life Ive tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had
Nothing much happened all the same
Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe Im born right out of my time
Breaking my life in two
(throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Now that I really got a chance
(throw me tomorrow, oh oh )
Everythings falling into place
(throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Seeing my past to let it go
(throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Only for you I dont regret
And I was thursdays child
(monday, tuesday, wednesday, born I was)
(monday, tuesday, wednesday, born I was)
Sometimes I cry my heart to sleep
Shuffling days and lonesome nights
Sometimes my courage fell to my feet
Lucky old son is in my sky
Nothing prepared me for your smile
Lighting the darkness of my soul
Innocence in your arms
(throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Now that I really got a chance
(throw me tomorrow, oh oh )
Oh ho, everythings falling into place
(throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Seeing my past to let it go
(throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Only for you I dont regret
And I was thursdays child
(monday, tuesday, wednesday, born I was)
Thursdays child
(monday, tuesday, wednesday, born I was)
Thursdays child
(monday, tuesday, wednesday, born I was)
(monday, tuesday, wednesday, born I was)
(monday, tuesday, wednesday, born I was)
(monday, tuesday, wednesday, born I was)
song performed by by David Bowie
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Dillemma
When you are alone and bereft
And no longer so deft
You wonder what to do
Live alone or with the children as they urge you.
You have to choose between a life
Of loneliness and silence that is rife
Only with memories from the past
Which are going to haunt you till you last.
Or start afresh with a child
Slipping into their life in a manner mild
Where you can be sure to hear
The sounds of life and cheer
Rather than live with fear
Alone where no one can hear
Your silent cry for human touch
At times as such
When you are feeling low
And potter around the house in a manner slow
It’s not an easy decision
As there is’nt much scope for revision
Once you make up your mind
To try to find
A place in your child’s house
Without a grouse.
At such a moment there‘s no doubt
In your mind about
The truth that you are past your prime
And must gracefully accept the march of time.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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We're All God's Children
Album: Peace In The Valley
Here comes a Baptist, here comes a Jew
There goes a Mormon and a Muslim too
I see a Buddist and a Hindu
I see a Catholic and I see you
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
You like the day, and I like the night
He's into country and he's isn't quit
There's folks on the left and the far right
But that doesn't mean that we have to fight
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
White folks, yellow folks, black and tan
On the same planet in the same plan
A feminist woman and a he man
We're all playin' the magic hand
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Oh, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
All god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Yeah, We're all god's children
Why can't we be
One big happy family
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all black and white
We're all precious in his sight
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
We're all god's children
Why can't we all be
One big happy family...
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Still There
Across the plains and grassy fields
Under skies of blue
The memories will rest forever
Eternally residing there
Memories of battles fought
Memories of love and lives
Will always be there
Etched into what remains
Ruins and pondered mysteries lie still
Like words written long ago
Silent whispers echo throughout the ages
Ungulating so thin
Its almost mere nothingness
But it is there
Even when we are long gone
What we did will still be there
poem by Autumn Winds
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Tomorrow People
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Today you say you deyah
Tomorrow you say you're gone
But you're gone so long
If there is no love in your heart - so sorry
Then there is no hope for you - true, true
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
So you're in the air
But you still don't have a thing to spare
You're flying high
While we're on the low o-o-oh
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last? Tell me now
Tomorrow people, where is your past? No where
Tomorrow people, how long will you last? Ten years!
Stop tellin' me the same story
Today you say you deyah
Tomorrow you say you're gone and you're not coming back
If there is no love in your heart oh now
There will never be hope for you
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last? Ten years!
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, come on
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, come on
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, no soon come
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, soon come
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, today is here
If you don't know your past, you don't know your future
Everyone
Don't know your past, don't know your future everyman
Don't know your past, don't know your future, come on
Don't know your past, don't know your future
How many nations
How many people did that one catch
How many
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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The house that died
An Empty house
An era bygone
Fragrant shadows
Echoes mourn
Smiles and tears
Joyous... morbid
Swift emotions
Of hues myriad
They say we bury
Our emotions alive
And forget in a hurry
But they live and thrive
This house... it lives
Through Echoes and smells
Stored memories behind its walls
Mystic house... story unfurls
A memory for every one who lived
Every single sigh they heaved
A voice whispers to tell the tale
Every memory has a smell
A ball room...under keys and lock
Wooden floor
Smells of rose and holy hock
Symphony rings
True to the core
Dining room
With its sounds
Clatter of spoons
“Cheers”...doing rounds
Nursery room
Giggling smiles
Whispering winds
On broken tiles
A chimney stands
Gathering soot
Smell of fire
Burning wood
And the kitchen
The lover’s nook
For the butler and the cook
Echoes of ladle
Hitting the pan
Boiling pot
And smoking can
A bed room smells of
Shadow and light
Echoes of love talks
Of the passionate lusty nights
The house that died
To live once more
Through smell’s portal and echoes door
Is calling out to you!
poem by Saurabh Som
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Ill Be Home On Christmas Day
(words & music by michael jarrett)
On the hills of georgia
Across the plains of tennessee
Ive seen and Ive done most everything
That a man can do or see
But if I could only borrow one dream from your sleep
Id be on that train tomorrow
Ill be home on christmas day
And so many times before
She left that candle burning
Oh, too many tears fell
My soul fills with yearning
If I had sense at all
Id just be on my way
Be on that train tomorrow
Be home on christmas day
Everytime I think about her
All the love I left behind
Memories still linger in my troubled mind
I could set aside my pride
And Id be on my way
Id catch that train tomorrow
And be home on christmas day
If I had any sense at all
Id just be on my way
Id catch that train tomorrow
Id be home on christmas day
I said Id catch that train tomorrow
Id be home on christmas day
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Take Me To Tomorrow
This song was first released on the take me to tomorrow album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Hey everybody, tell me how do you feel
Are you satisfied with your life
Do you think its real
Tell me how is your head
What are your dreams
Do you have any plans
Do you have any schemes
Do you care about - about anybody
Id like to know
Is the answer no
Take me to tomorrow
Take me there today
Ive had my fill of sorrow and living this way
Take me to tomorrow
Thats where Id like to be
The day after tomorrow is waiting for me
Hey everybody, whats on your mind
Do you think theres nowhere else to go
Theres nothing left to find
Are you happy where you are
Do you have anything to share
Do you think youre going to waste your life
Spending it there
Would you like to find a way out
Do think its worth a try
Id like to know
Is the answer no well maybe so
Take me to tomorrow
Take me there today
Ive had my fill of sorrow and living this way
Take me to tomorrow
Thats where Id like to be
The day after tomorrow is waiting for me
Take me to tomorrow
Take me there today
Ive had my fill of sorrow and living your way
Take me to tomorrow
Thats where Id like to be
The day after tomorrow is waiting
The day after tomorrow is waiting
The day after tomorrow is waiting for me
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Children Of The Moment
CHILDREN OF THE MOMENT
June 30th- July 1st,1983 2: 00 a.m. – 4: 30 a.m.
Children of the moment, everywhere you look,
You see the visions of the world as it once was.
Clouds hide the light,
of the reflection of a star,
As it shone two thousand years ago. Light years away.
Children of the morning, everywhere it’s spring,
And you see new life all around you, as the old life’s passed away.
The leaves of yesteryear have died,
beneath the winter’s snow, now gone,
revealing seeds reborn. The promise lives.
Children of the music, everywhere you turn,
You hear the rhythm of a song that has no end.
Whispered in the wind,
And on the water, voiceless words of love,
Transcending all that is, and is to be.
Time after time, you hear the call,
The gentle beckoning.
But walking in your sleep you disregard.
In you mind, you rationalize,
The mysteries of your heart.
Don’t fall………flights of fantasy.
Don’t fall………the ice is oh so thin.
Don’t fall………the slender thread of time,
That flies more swiftly than you realize.
You must learn to see without your eyes.
Try to see beyond the veil of stars.
Believing in the obvious, yet unseen might.
Children of the fountain, watering the ground.
Children of the mountain, take a look around.
Children of the earth, children of the sky.
Children of the Father can help you realize.
Time…….after time.
Children of the Father, everywhere you go,
You see the tears of those who roam this planet lost.
Standing on the cosmic shore,
They’re staring out to sea,
Awaiting rescue from the stars. ………an S.O.S.
Time after time,
You throw the lifeline, but they turn away.
They feel your end is weighted with a stone.
But ignorance is no defence, it hurts to see them drown.
Don’t cry, because they won’t believe.
Don’t cry, you word contains a seed.
Don’t cry, remember winter’s snows,
That melt, revealing seeds reborn in hope.
You must learn that faith is eyeless sight.
Believing in the obvious yet unseen might.
Perceiving love beyond the veil of starry skies.
Children of the hypocrite, can see the truth in lies.
Children of the infidel, draw sympathetic eyes.
Child of the saint, may grow confused, outside his door.
But in his heart he knows there’s a reward worth waiting for.
Children of the liar, wake yourselves and rise.
Children of the fire, aren’t blinded by you lies.
Children of the ancient will one day dry their tears.
Children of forever need never count the years.
Children of tomorrow may never get the chance,
As spring becomes the fall, to see the seasons as they dance.
Child of the soldier knows that freedom’s bought with pain.
Children of the empire will send them back again, and again.
poem by Albert Ralph
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A Voice On The Wind
I
She walks with the wind on the windy height
When the rocks are loud and the waves are white,
And all night long she calls through the night,
'O my children, come home!'
Her bleak gown, torn as a tattered cloud,
Tosses around her like a shroud,
While over the deep her voice rings loud,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'
II
Who is she who wanders alone,
When the wind drives sheer and the rain is blown?
Who walks all night and makes her moan,
'O my children, come home!'
Whose face is raised to the blinding gale;
Whose hair blows black and whose eyes are pale,
While over the world goes by her wail,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'
III
She walks with the wind in the windy wood;
The dark rain drips from her hair and hood,
And her cry sobs by, like a ghost pursued,
'O my children, come home!'
Where the trees loom gaunt and the rocks stretch drear,
The owl and the fox crouch back with fear,
As wild through the wood her voice they hear,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'
IV
Who is she who shudders by
When the boughs blow bare and the dead leaves fly?
Who walks all night with her wailing cry,
'O my children, come home!'
Who, strange of look, and wild of tongue,
With wan feet wounded and hands wild-wrung,
Sweeps on and on with her cry, far-flung,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'
V
'Tis the Spirit of Autumn, no man sees,
The mother of Death and of Mysteries,
Who cries on the wind all night to these,
'O my children, come home!'
The Spirit of Autumn, pierced with pain,
Calling her children home again,
Death and Dreams, through ruin and rain,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'
poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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When the Parents Refuse to Come Home
When the parents refuse to come home
The children sleep beneath the babysitter’s skirt.
She will eat you out of house and home.
When the parents refuse to come home
The children shall set the house on fire,
And the babysitter shall save the family pet
That is content to be hand fed at the breast.
This night the parents are outside the loop,
They are out for a night on the town to renew their bound without the incessant want of children who shall burn the house down for attention.
The babysitter is watching TV under the blaze of the burning house where the family pet snicks beneath the smoke colleted by the ceiling.
When the parents stay out all night the children are discontented with the babysitter who have no time for children, she rather babysat the TV.
The babysitter refuse to pay taxes on her earning, she have parked the children in their beds where they learn the art of conversation from the TV.
The parents are having fun while the children are safe in the dream shatter of the right brain telling midnight stories of the day’s doings and the babysitter has invited her boy friend over for the night and he will eat you out of house and home while in their dream the children are buring the house down.
When the parents dance the night away in the night club the children are dreaming of the violent of the babysitter who eat the last of the pot roast left over from dinner.
When the parents refuse to come home the babysitter is contemplating the meaning of death and dying in the burning house.
The babysitter will grow up to become a parent and she will hire a babysitter when she go out to dance the night away as her children burn the house down.
poem by David E. Patton
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Tomorrow
Tomorrow it is
Tomorrow we will
See where the roads they lead
Tomorrow's my dream
Tomorrow's the better me
Tomorrow never may be
Looking inside tomorrow's head
Tomorrow pretends to be brain dead
Tomorrow wants me to long for him
I spend today seeing tomorrow's beam
Tomorrow is there
Yesterday's tomorrow is here
Yet tomorrow I seek
My lamp's got enough oil and wick
Tomorrow where are you?
I've seen today but I look out for tomorrow's dew
Not today, I'll take care of that tomorrow
Tomorrow I'm here, tomorrow you're today
From 5years old, I'm 50years old one more day
The hour-glass spins and sands they turn
The clock it ticks, the second-hand warns
Tomorrow is today gone
What have you done? .
poem by Jenim Dibie
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