I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?
I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?
We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves
birds and animals and the ants—
perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you
in your mother's womb.
Is it logical you would be walking around entirely
orphaned now?
The truth is you turned away yourself,
and decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten
what you once knew,
and that's why eveything you do has some weird
failure in it.
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Emotions Empower
The child's talk, faulty though, appeals to mother.
The mother's song, poor though, appeals the child.
The lover's talk, false though, appeals to the beloved.
Emotions supersede the logical sense.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lover Lover Lover
I asked my father,
I said, father change my name.
The one Im using now its covered up
With fear and filth and cowardice and shame.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
He said, I locked you in this body,
I meant it as a kind of trial.
You can use it for a weapon,
Or to make some woman smile.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Then let me start again, I cried,
Please let me start again,
I want a face thats fair this time,
I want a spirit that is calm.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
I never never turned aside, he said,
I never walked away.
It was you who built the temple,
It was you who covered up my face.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
And may the spirit of this song,
May it rise up pure and free.
May it be a shield for you,
A shield against the enemy.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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It is still a long wait in the dark
It was a long wait in the dark
After I got conceived and shaped
In my mother's watery womb
I was not able to breathe, talk, walk or eat
I did not hear anything
I did not see anything
I did not know a thing
Was in toal darkness
Wondering as to when there will be light
It was a long wait in the dark
Came out
Grew, started walking, talking
Seeing, listening and understanding
I did many a thing
And the taste of so-called successes
Maddened me and blinded me
Making me ignorant
Of the true awareness
And it turned out to be dark again
Not being to able to make out
The real from the virtual
When am I going to be out of this wild darkness
It is still a long wait in the dark
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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My True Love
At least now I can live my life
As now I know that nobody is waiting for me.
Now I know that nobody loves me
So many years I spent with her
And I thought, maybe I could share everything of mine with her
Yes, I did share my deep feelings with her
Lot of my feelings had darkness attached with them
I deeply wanted to get immersed into her soul
However, at the end my love was considered as failure by her
She, also expressed that I turned into someone else once I became her lover
Although, if I remember correctly, it was expressed by her that I know how to drive her crazy for love
The way I expressed myself to her, once I became her lover
Was my love for her and yes it can be termed as sexual as well
However, I did truly love her
Actually, she was the only girl who knew about my true feelings
She knew I was a bisexual
Everything, she knew about me
That is why I thought, I could blindly trust her
She knew everything, about me.
(This poem was written in 2011 and I never published it because after reading it I know the world will hate me more)
poem by Rohit Sapra
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The Sonnet-ballad
Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?
They took my lover's tallness off to war,
Left me lamenting. Now I cannot guess
What I can use an empty heart-cup for.
He won't be coming back here any more.
Some day the war will end, but, oh, I knew
When he went walking grandly out that door
That my sweet love would have to be untrue.
Would have to be untrue. Would have to court
Coquettish death, whose impudent and strange
Possessive arms and beauty (of a sort)
Can make a hard man hesitate--and change.
And he will be the one to stammer, "Yes."
Oh mother, mother, where is happiness?
poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
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So that what you tend to see is someone like a Rush Limbaugh, he's the classic case because he's the most successful, he didn't sort of like come out of his mother's womb with the highest ratings in the country.
quote by Robert McChesney
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Letter To My Mother
Edwin McCain
Letter To My Mother
But theres a woman that we dont even know
She gave me life, then you gave me a home
I love you, Mama
But I want to tell her too
Is that her little boy still loves you
I close my eyes, does she look like me
Does she need my help, is she cold on the street
Am I forgotten like a bad childhood dream
A B-movie actor on the black and white screen
I love you, Mama
But I want to tell her too
Is that her little boy still loves you
Is that her little boy still loves you
Could I have seen her, Ill never know
Maybe shes always been there watching me grow
I wanted to tell her how grateful I am
For giving me life, Ive done the best that I can
I love you, Mama
But I want to tell her too
Is that her little boy still loves you
Her little boy still loves you
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Truth Is.....
Truth is that when you left me,
I finally was happy.
Truth is that the day you showed me the truth,
I knew everything you have ever said was a lie.
Truth is that when I cried after we broke up,
I was crying tears of joy.
Truth is that the scares on my wrists and sheans,
I did because you caused me to be in pure darkness
Truth is that our first kiss,
I never felt the spark.
Truth is that what you wanted,
you never revised.
Truth is that when it came to the break up of you and me,
that was the day I felt like a queen.
Truth is that I still want to thank you,
for showing me the truth about you.
Truth is that you gave me a man,
who loves me for who I am.
Truth is that the day you left me,
I became alive.
Truth is that you never broke me,
you just gave me something greater fight for.
Truth is you lead me to him,
and how he's the one for me.
Truth is that I'm happy as can be,
all because you're the one who lose me.
poem by Alice Spakrs
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Tangled In Love
By marcy levy and richard feldman
A modern man with an old-fashioned heart.
One look at her and I fell apart.
I was always the one playing it cool.
I got caught in the act, now theres no turning back.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got caught up, bought up, strangled, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
A long black dress and the call of the wild.
I was a fool to think she was just a child.
Out of my mind, out of control.
Knew that feeling too well, tried to run but I fell.
Chorus
I never meant to feel this way,
Now I always want to stay...
Chorus
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
I got tangled in love, tangled in love.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Weary body
She gave him her dreams,
he made them nightmares.
She gave him her love, he
turned it to hatred, she gave
him her warm kisses, he
turned them into regrets.
She gave him her enthusiasm;
he turned it into distress.
She gave him her sweet hymns;
he turned them into howling wolves.
She gave him the flavor of her
craves, he turned it into bitterness,
She gave him the nectars of her
fruits, he made them go bad.
She gave him her time, he took
it for granted. All she gave, became
in vain; a weary body and broken
lies, are the only truth she has to
confront. Her heart was still alive
she gave it to him, he took it in
warm blood, and let it bleed to death.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Keep On Walking!
sometimes it just seems like
it's just raining so hard,
that you feel like you're drowning!
cant see where you're going,
all sense of light swallowed up
in a grey fog....
keep on walking!
sometimes it seems like
you lose everything you thought
that you had...
everything you've worked for...
everything that mattered....
keep on walking!
sometimes it seems like
everything you do, everything you think,
everything you say, and
everything you feel
is the wrong damned thing;
every action a mistake,
not acting an even worse mistake...
keep on walking!
and sometimes it seems like
everybody you know has
turned their backs on you....
your friends have deserted you,
your lover abandons you...
and you're not even sure you
want to be with you....
keep on walking!
(you'll never find your way
home if you stop!)
keep on walking!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Child in the Womb…
The child in the womb longs
To leave the darkness ’round,
And see the light of the world,
Created by God.
The child in the womb yearns
To breathe the lovely air
Of independent life,
Made by God.
The child in the womb wants
To move about with ease,
On planet earth’s terrain,
Meant for it.
The child in the womb waits
To show its cry of life,
And feel its mother’s warmth,
And parents’ love.
The child in the womb loves
To show its beauteous form,
That love of God gave it,
Free of cost!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-15-2008
poem by John Celes
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I Dont Know Your Name
Emily:
I walked into my favorite place one night
Id just gotten back from a lecture
And I was feeling kind of uptight
And at the edge of the bar there was this guy
And you know I wasnt really looking
But I caught him out of the corner of my eye
The next thing I know he was moving my way
I thought he wanted to talk
But this is what he had to say
Amy:
I dont know your name babe
But I want to be your lover
Yall sing it with me
I dont know your name babe
But I want to be your lover
Your lover your lover your lover
One time or another baby
I want to be your lover
Emily:
I have to admit I was a little bit surprised
But I wasnt really scared cause I was twice his size
So I said to myself, okay, Ill play his game
And when he turned to me
I gave him my name
Amy:
I know your name babe
But I got to know your number
I know your name babe
But I got to know your number your number
I said one time or another baby
Im gonna be your lover
Yeah I wanna be your lover
Emily:
Well I said to myself this guy is persistent
Hes a little bit dumb but at least hes consistent
I tried to talk cool but when we touched I went under
I made a quick decision and I gave him my number
Amy:
I know your number
But I dont know what to say babe
Emily:
Thats ok
Amy:
I know your number
Your number babe
But I dont know what to say to you
Say to you say to you say to you darling
Oh it dont matter anyway no
I dont talk when Im make love to you babe
I dont talk when I make love
I wanna be you lover
I wanna be you lover
Lover lover
Lover lover
Lover lover
Emily:
Well you probably wont believe this
But we got married one day
And I still dont know if he speaks english
cause he doesnt have much to say
Its a damn good thing I like lying around
We dont make much conversation
But love makes sounds
You know what Im talking about
Yall know what Im talking about
Well one thing Ive learned from being in this state
Emily and amy:
There are other ways to communicate
Amy:
I dont know your name babe
But I want to be your lover
Dont know your name babe
But I want to be your lover
Your lover your lover your lover
One time or another baby
Im gonna be your lover
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Time Well Spent
time was cut short,
the day god took you.
never forget that day,
only because it seem to replay,
will i ever be the same?
or will i still wish for what i can't have?
just to have you back,
so we can talk,
can't believe you going to miss out on so much.
will you be happy of how i turned out?
because god given me a gift.
a mother as great as you.
no wonder my world blue.
would i ever be understood again?
would life have that point it once had?
your words gives me the stenght to keep living on.
i just want to make you proud.
of what i becomed.
never gave up,
no matter how many times i wanted,
i always knew what you would of told me,
could that be why i hanged on?
because there got to be more to life than pain and hate?
when i gave a mother as great as you up.
poem by Mona Martinez
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I Begged God for My Life
I cursed the birds
Their droppings soiled my clothes
I cursed the animals
Their droppings soiled my feet
While walking on the beach
I cursed the insects
For eating flowers in my garden
I took a gun
Killed the birds and the animals
Sprayed deadly poison
On the the insects
I was feeling happy
As if I had conquered the world
I heard god’s voice
What should I do with you my son?
You soiled my world
By killing my
Birds, insects and animals
For your greed and lust
I begged god for my life
Promised him to
Treat man, animals alike
Preserve his world
With all my might
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Footsteps In The Dark - Pts 1 & 2
Are we really sure,
That a love that lasted for so long,
Still endures?
Do I, really care?
Hey hey,
Let's talk about the distractions going on elsewhere
I, keep hearing footsteps baby
in the dark, oh in the dark
Why? I keep hearing footsteps baby
In the dark
Oh in the dark, hoo
My mind,
just now and then,
Looking down dark corridors and wonders what might have been
Something's up ahead,
Hey, should I keep this same direction,
Or go back instead?
I, keep hearing footsteps baby
in the dark, oh in the dark
Why? I keep hearing footsteps baby
In the dark
Oh in the dark, hoo
Honey lets stop walking around
When there's love lost to be found
Aah, you Know I still care, I still care
What's the sense in going elsewhere?
Who feels, really sure?
Can I really guarantee your happiness shall endure?
Do we, really care?
Hey hey,
Let's look at what's been happining and try to be more aware
I, keep hearing footsteps baby
in the dark, oh in the dark
Why? I keep hearing footsteps baby
In the dark
Oh in the dark, hoo
Lets stop walking around
Well when there's love, lost to be found
Oh baby, you Know, I still care, I still care
What's the sense in going elsewhere?
Lets stop walking around
Well when there's love, lost to be found
Oh baby, you Know, I still care, I still care
What's the sense in going elsewhere?
song performed by by Isley Brothers
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My Mother
God made my mother on an April day,
From sorrow and the mist along the sea,
Lost birds' and wanderers' songs and ocean spray,
And the moon loved her wandering jealously.
Beside the ocean's din she combed her hair,
Singing the nocturne of the passing ships,
Before her earthly lover found her there
And kissed away the music from her lips.
She came unto the hills and saw the change
That brings the swallow and the geese in turns.
But there was not a grief she deeméd strange,
For there is that in her which always mourns.
Kind heart she has for all on hill or wave
Whose hopes grew wings like ants to fly away.
I bless the God Who such a mother gave
This poor bird-hearted singer of a day.
poem by Francis Ledwidge
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Only God knew
Not only God knew
But differently viewed too
Mother's womb was place like haven
Almighty preferred it as safe refuge even
She is only person of her kind
For child's welfare she is almost blind
Sees no monsoon or spring
Baby must grow for happiness to bring
Even animals have instinct
That mother is distinct
They rush to the mother's direction
Without waiting for any action
God created everybody to enjoy
Sent them here to see it with joy
Love was to rule and not the hatred
We created confusion and were misled
What words can justify for her being?
Poor bow the head and so the kings
Children remember and neighbors envy
Mother is famous for making all very happy
Never define what she must look like?
No words may suit mind and strike
It is felt from within and comes on tongue
Words are spell bound and not vague
So pray her instead of almighty
Not for being devotional and easy
But for her selfless role in any condition
Without waiting for good or bad relation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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0086 The Radiance
a radiance.
sometimes you can almost see it.
those who see it
keep it to themselves or
take it for granted, as
a sort of birthright, though
sometimes, later perhaps, or
even too late for you to hear
or to themselves with regret as of a gift withdrawn
remember it and marvel
you yourself –
does it ever dazzle you, or
is it too soon followed, smothered,
with some guilt, a burden born and borne?
or for a moment, quiet at home,
dazzled, ecstatic, heart melted by that radiance?
you, sitting so still in the waiting room or
patiently standing
at the bus stop, in a crowded train,
radiance withdrawn, disguised
as no-one, anyone,
everyone;
mother
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Therapeutic Animals
The story I am about to unfold
is the truth the way I was told.
We have often been told that dogs and cats
can help people in times of illness
that sometimes threaten their lives.
I have heard many stories how a daily visit of a dog or cat
on a hospital ward can improve patient’s health.
As I occasionally help with people,
who are mentally handicapped,
and I often talk to their carers.
Once I was told of a young girl
who was suffering from depression rages.
The medicine they gave her would quell them for a few days,
but had no lasting effect.
Someone suggested she might like to help care
for the animals they had.
Farm livestock such as pigs, sheep and goats
and for some reason she seem to have a special bond
with the sheep and they let her help with them.
As the months passed,
the rages were quelled completely.
She took great pride in the work she did
and everyone could see a vast improvement.
The animals took to her and where ever she went,
one or two would go with her.
She knew all their names and if she called them,
they came running to her, nudging her with affection,
the same kind she gave to them.
She now remains with them in her care
and is helping to teach others the skills she has learnt.
The unconditional love she gave them
was returned in full by these therapeutic animals.
29 January 2009
poem by David Harris
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