Why My Parents Left Their Home
He stood alone upon the beach
Thinking of his wife and child
Of the future that lies ahead
For his Family he loved so well
If he stayed on the tropical isle
His wife and son would not be world wise
But if he took them both away
To the land of the long white cloud
He would give his son an education
One he never had
A better life
A better dream
Waiting for all who dreamed
But looking at the life he lead
Working of the land
Feeding, clothing, planting, harvesting
Was a good life to have?
But it was education for his son
Something he yearned to have
And as he stood upon the shores
Staring at the gleaming sands
It was then he had decided
To say farewell to this tropical land
poem by Kaila George
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Tropical Loveland
Come to my loveland, wander along
Beautiful gardens full of flowers and songs
Come to the sunshine, beaches and sand
Listen to bluebirds, wont you come to my land
The grass is mellow and the sky is blue
My paradise is waiting here for you
Oooh, its a tropical loveland
Oooh, I wanna share it with you
Life can be funny
Happy and sunny
Oooh, in my tropical loveland
Come to my loveland, wander with me
Lie with me darling in the shade of a tree
Over the rainbow, under the moon
Thats where my land is, wont you come to me soon?
Just take my hand, Ill show you everything
The secrets that my paradise can bring
Oooh, its a tropical loveland
Oooh, I wanna share it with you
Life can be funny
Happy and sunny
Oooh, in my tropical loveland
Oooh, its a tropical loveland
Oooh, I wanna share it with you
(I wanna share it with you)
Oooh, its a tropical loveland
(its a tropical loveland)
Oooh, I wanna share it with you
Oooh, its a tropical loveland
Oooh, I wanna share it with you
(fade)
song performed by by ABBA
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Letter To Mandela: 11th February,1990
Once in
Some in you go in with you
Your self
Your family
Your land
Sacrificing with you
Once out
Some in you come out with you
Your self
Your family
Your land
Forgiving with you
One thing
Yet knows no suffering
Knows no boundaries
Whether in or out of jail
Is your voice crowned
You know
All life in him
All light in him
All present in him
All future in him
Standing free
In your black
In your white
In your family
In your land
Saves the land
So, brother, hold on!
poem by Moses Kainwo
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Love Vigilantes
Oh Ive just come
From the land of the sun
From a war that must be won
In the name of truth
With our soldiers so brave
Your freedom we will save
With our rifles and grenades
And some help from god
I want to see my family
My wife and child waiting for me
Ive got to go home
Ive been so alone, you see
You just cant believe
The joy I did recieve
When I finally got my leave
And I was going home
Oh I flew through the sky
My convictions could not lie
For my country I would die
And I will see it soon
I want to see my family
My wife and child waiting for me
Ive got to go home
Ive been so alone, you see
When I walked through the door
My wife she lay upon the floor
And with tears her eyes were sore
I did not know why
Then I looked into her hand
And I saw the telegram
That said that I was a brave, brave man
But that I was dead
I want to see my family
My wife and child waiting for me
Ive got to go home
Ive been so alone, you see
song performed by by New Order
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Wife- better half of life
Wife is the better half of life
Give wife love affection as soul-mate
Wife is not glorified maid as said
Wife do not want money salary honorarium
Do not make hulla gulla and do not beat drum.
Mian bibi relationship should not be commercialized
Third party intervention in family relation vandalized.
Wife is not a domestic labourer
Wife is backbone of the family
The maile stone of the family
Wife is the torchlight of the family
Wife is the colorful star
Do no put any question to her.
Wife is there to give everything
Wife is not to take anything in return
Wife is the goddess.
Only mad man can say wife is a domestic servant
Make wife a wife life-partner better half
And enjoy life freely.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A Continuation Of Difficult Time!
Education for day today life is of utmost importance to all!
Education is the general base for future life in the world.
Dissatisfaction in education spoils good life in the future
And difficult time for many continues still from childhood!
The only option left happens to be religion for guidance;
Dharmic life of religion to follow nonattachment consoles
And helps to balance between profit and loss in life much.
Otherwise art, music and Nature compensate loss ever!
Leaving life, human and Nature it’s impossible to devote
Oneself in spiritual life to forget all in divine bliss instantly.
Peace of mind lost in life can be regained in poetic dreams;
Expressions of poetry give joy and peace nothing can give!
What is denied by real world and spiritual world, dream world
Of poetry solves all and leads one soar high to sublimity ever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Sea Song of the Exiles
Dear land, farewell!
Waves surge and swell.
Dear land, farewell, --
Blue sky!
Farewell, white cot whence the ripe grapes fall,
Gold blooms that bask on the mossy wall!
Dear land, farewell!
Hill, plain, and dell!
Dear land, farewell, --
Blue sky!
Dear land, farewell!
Waves surge and swell.
Dear land, farewell, --
Blue sky!
Farewell, betrothed, with the pure, pale brow;
'Neath sombre heaven dark billows we plough.
Dear land, farewell!
In thee our loves dwell;
Dear land, farewell, --
Blue sky!
Dear land, farewell!
Waves surge and swell.
Dear land, farewell, --
Blue sky!
Our eyes, whose tears all brightness blot,
Leave the dark wave for a darker lot!
Dear land, farewell!
In our heart's a knell.
Dear land, farewell, --
Blue sky!
poem by Victor Hugo
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Land, Ho!
I know ’tis but a loom of land,
Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice,
I know I cannot hear His voice
Upon the shore, nor see Him stand;
Yet is it land, ho! land.
The land! the land! the lovely land!
‘Far off,’ dost say? Far off—ah, blessèd home!
Farewell! farewell! thou salt sea-foam!
Ah, keel upon the silver sand—
Land, ho! land.
You cannot see the land, my land,
You cannot see, and yet the land is there—
My land, my land, through murky air—
I did not say ’twas close at hand—
But—land, ho! land.
Dost hear the bells of my sweet land,
Dost hear the kine, dost hear the merry birds?
No voice, ’tis true, no spoken words,
No tongue that thou may’st understand—
Yet is it land, ho! land.
It’s clad in purple mist, my land,
In regal robe it is apparellèd,
A crown is set upon its head,
And on its breast a golden band—
Land, ho! land.
Dost wonder that I long for land?
My land is not a land as others are—
Upon its crest there beams a star,
And lilies grow upon the strand—
Land, ho! land.
Give me the helm! there is the land!
Ha! lusty mariners, she takes the breeze!
And what my spirit sees it sees—
Leap, bark, as leaps the thunderbrand—
Land, ho! land.
poem by Thomas Edward Brown
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John Cornstalk
Jack Cornstalk lives in the Southern Land—
What says Cornstalk John?
Jack Cornstalk says in a loud firm voice:
“Land of the South, lead on.”
CHORUS:
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
John Bull lays claim to the Southern Land.
Jack, is the South Land thine?
John Cornstalk cries in a loud, firm voice:
“The Land of the South is mine!”
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
“By the long, long years my father toiled
In the pioneering band;
By the hardships of those early days,
I claim the Southern Land!”
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
But where shall the Land of the South lead to?
Where lead the nation’s van?
Jack Cornstalk cries from his strong young heart:
“To the Dynasty of Man.”
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Land of the South, lead on!
Land of the South, lead on, lead on,
Lead on, Land of the South!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Dream Land
Dream Land
Dream Land
What a wonderful place many have seen
But can’t be.
Dream Land
Dream Land
What a horrible place many have seen
And hoped never to be
Dream Land
Dream Land
Many who saw merriment in thy land
Wished never to wake
But wake they must
And when they do
They’re overwhelmed by
Such a sorrowful joy like never before
Dream Land
Dream Land
Struggling they do
Profusely they sweat
And “Jesus! ” they exclaim
When they finally turn their eyes
From the horrors they saw in thy land
Dream Land
Dream Land
What and where are you?
Some think you exist
While others hope you don’t
Do you really exist?
If you do
Where then are you?
If you don’t
Why then do you show thyself to us?
O Dream Land
While do you show thyself to us?
While we sleep
Can’t we see you with our eyes open?
Or are you a world for the blind?
Dream Land
Dream Land
O Dream Land
Where can we find you?
poem by YoungBen Ulebor
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Right to education
Right to education
Free and compulsory
Education to all
Free and compulsory
Education through mother tongue
Right to education
Education to maintain
Peace and harmony
Education to keep
The world order
And discipline
Right to education
Education to earn
For livelihood
Education to provide
Food clothing and shelter
Without depending others
Right to education
Free and compulsory
To educate all
That we all are
Brothers and sisters
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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To The Land
To the land of bribes,
To the land of telephones,
To the land of corruptions,
To the land of trains,
To the land of shops,
To the land of thieves,
To the land of connections,
To the land of drugs,
To the land of trucks,
To the land of cats,
To the land of Banks,
To the land of dogs, To the land of footballers,
To the land of dragons,
To the land of hope,
To the land of ice-cream,
To the land of potatoes,
To the land of chocolates,
To the land of tomatoes,
To the land of apples,
To the land of coffee,
To the land of lights,
To the land of ships,
To the land of birds,
To the land of tigers,
To the land of carpets,
To the land of pillows,
To the land of lions,
TO the land of toys,
To the land of horses,
To the land of beds,
To the land of roses,
To the land of love,
To the land of passion,
To the land of romance;
I never new women do snore until i married one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Education
An important component of life is education
Schools furnish the fitting foundation
During degree courses we do specialization
In fields of interest of our fascination.
With education thinking gets a stimulation
It gives unity of feeling and goodness with elation
And knowledge of the world is in accumulation
Enabling us to infer things with right interpretation.
It is not just about text-books lessons adaptation
It is about life's lessons right administration
Education is not mere imparting of information
It is about training of behavior and emotion.
Development of values in life is the activation
With education, good manners are in accentuation
And it is a sound system in life of quality absorption
Education makes one's life to be in elevation.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Education is the light of child's mind
Education is the light of child's mind
It makes him literate and disciplined,
Without education in life nothing he will find,
He looks newspaper but can't read it,
It is the duty of parents to educate their child,
Othewise he will be an illiterate citizen life long,
This child leads his life in sociaty like a wild,
He dishonours his parents and troubles them,
Education makes a child a good citizen human
A child is the star of the home and Nation,
Illiteracy makes him a bad citizen inhuman,
Every Nation suffers to have illiterate creation,
Educated child will be a patriotic man and woman,
Education leads a child towards the best motivation.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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For He Was a Jolly Good Fellow
THEY CHEERED him from the wharf—it was a glorious day:
His hand went to his scarf—his thoughts were far away.
Oh, he was “Jolly Good”, they sang it long and loud—
The money lender stood unknown amongst the crowd.
He’d taken him aside, while trembling fit to fall,
No friendly eye espied the last farewell of all!
He held a peevish kid—another at his knee;
The wife whom he could bid farewell—eternally
Stood nagging at his side in tones that none could hear,
And deared him, tender eyed, when passengers came near
(The cabin waits below the row and children’s squall,
And not a soul to know the bitter farce of all).
Their hearts were good as gold, each pocket spared a “tray”,
They pooled them as of old to drink him on his way.
His pile of luggage rose, as bravely as the best—
He had two suits of clothes, his wife and kids the rest.
He’d “stood ’em up” a sov., for fear of seeming small,
And he was thinking of that worst farewell of all.
They cheered from cargo ways and ballast heap and pile,
To last him all his days—they sent him off in style.
(He only took his book.) He only turned his head
In one last hopeless look towards a cargo shed
Where one stood brimming eyed in silence by the wall—
No jealous eyes espied that last farewell of all.
The ship is out of sight and out of memory clean,
He’s rolling through the Bight on board the All Serene.
His heart’s like half a brick, the voice of hope is dumb,
He’s handicapped and sick with fear of what’s to come.
They’re passing Cape Leuwin, the half-brick starts to fall,
But with a fiendish grin, he curses land and all.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Friendship
In my dream, last night, I met my friend,
He invited me to go to the carpenter
Together with my wife are looking for frame
I’m tired and felt better to wait in the carpenter workshop
I’m waiting for a long time
And then I decided to follow closely
And find they still choose the wooden frame
From outside workshop I could saw his spectacle frame
And I ask what the relation with mutually dependent,
The cemetery Land, The Wood Frame, My friend and My Wife
Is the dream will be continue, everyday
Whereas in the real life, yesterday
He had sends sms to me three times
Told me that nowadays he became the bureaucratic man
And still catch his PHD,
And still help his wife dissertation
Which he hadn’t been finished yet
Since we meet in the 80-th,
Before you marry
Till you marry her,
Still learning science
Translated many book with me
I heard your children grown up, and went university
And to day, pick up another boy
From Arab family,
Now I wish to meet you again, discussed many things,
Prasetya Utama,4/6/2006
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Beauty Life
Where will I live?
Where would I call it home?
Where's my only land?
Where can I teach?
Where is it leading?
Where is my life?
Where will I die?
Where's everything gone to?
This is where I live,
This is my home,
This is my land,
This is where I teach,
This is my future,
This is my only way of life,
This is where I'll die,
This is my life.
This life is Beauty
This life is hard
This life is very difficult
This life isn't easy
This life is flowing
This life is teaching
This life is where I can find life of my own
I live in a beauty world
I live in a beautiful lake
I live in a land
I live in the wilderness of my land
I live in the world of tomorrow
Live in the Beautiful world where life is there
poem by Hunter Kejick
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Anja
A man kills his wife, two sons and himself!
Living in a land called 'Münsterland' like a Monster's Land;
But, what can we now do about it?
For, many are really disturbed in this life! !
However, we need true love in this life from each other to move on.
My love to you is like the outskirts of Axim!
And my name is Anja with this muse of love towards you;
But to learn to do the positive things always is like the muse of peace,
And, my love to you is like the Mississippi River in the land of your joy!
The truth about life is peace and love,
The truth about love is with care and unity,
And like the aroma of peace in the land of beautiful flowers!
But, hatred led a man to kill himself and his family in 'Münsterland'.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Come Away
(g.bowser/j.jupp)
Published by chappell & co., ltd. - capac
As I walk along the lonely streets
I cant talk to the people that I meet
I see them come, and I see them go
I see them smile, and say hello
Come with me and take my hand
Ooh, fly away to another land, oh yes we will
Come with me and take my hand
Well fly away to another land
Come over here little girl
And Ill show you another world
Where we can be free to do as we want
Live our lives as we please, and say what we like, oh
Come with me and take my hand, ooh
Well fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand, oh
And fly away to another land
Theres so many things that remain to be done
And no one has thought of a way to begin
So follow me into my life
Come with me and take my hand (and take...)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (ooh)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (take my hand)
Fly away to another land (oh yes we will)
Come with me and take my hand (and take my hand, take my hand)
Fly away to another land (yeah)
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
song performed by by April Wine
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Jerusalem / Land of God
Jerusalem
Home of Saints and Prophets
All of them prayed there
with tears
I Pray
Yester
was last day
in the last year
All people
thinking
about themselves
and their families
myself
thinking of you
Because I love you
I love Jesus
the merciful
and i love you
I prayed
that you be
land of God
Land of Peace
Town of Love
Land of Jesus
Town of Jesus
The merciful
Land of Mary
The Innocent
Land of Moses
The well bred
The highly mannered
I want to pray
in your Mosque and Temple
Prayers of Love and Peace
Prayers of Forgiveness
for all the blood shed
here and there
Please give Peace
to my world
the small one
then the big one
Because you are the Most Generous
Then Suddenly
Hope came
and it comes suddenly
Like Life
Jerusalem Again
I love you
I love You So
Your air and Beauty
Your Past and Future
Please be Land of God
Land for God
Land of innocence
Land for Innocence
Land of us
Land for us
of you
for you
of me
for me
of us
for us
of Peace
for Peace
Landing
Landing
Landin g
Toward Peace/
Toward Peace/
Justice/
Prevail/
poem by Eman Elbadawi
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Jobism-According to Uncle Bob
'Jobism'
he said
'the real disease of the 2Oth century'
Bob was warming up to the topic.
'Now you take my grandfather,
what he wanted was his own piece of land
the ability to run his own life
he didn't work all his life for a job.
He worked for land and the independence
that land meant.
It has been that way for all of history of the human race.
From the cave man marking up the cave walls
to the rancher, the farmer
and the homesteader,
all we have ever wanted was a piece of land
to call our own.
My people came here to America not for a job
but for freedom.
Now we are settling for cubicles.
Mere one-hundred years ago
they taxed us off the land
gave to the corporations;
the farmers left the land,
got herded
into the dirty cities
plopped down into factories
becoming wage-slaves.
My Grandad is still bitter about that.
Now our kids are taught be good,
get a good education
and try to get a good wage-slave job.
One hundred years ago
it was get your own piece of land,
be independent,
don't be beholden to any man,
don't let the authorities run your life.
What a change huh?
This has had for more impact
than we think.
Hitler's minions asked why did they gas the Jews
and their answers were, 'it was my job.'
People in experiments will kill other people
if scientists in white lab coats tell them its ok to do so.
Whole nations go to war and maim
because somebody told them it was their job to do so.
Job one
means obedience is number two,
obedience to those that you might not ever obey
except for they tell you
obey me or your family starves.
or you can't get a good job.
We need to sever the wage-slave
from the job
which enslaves.
Cities never really worked
they create wealth for the few
and poverty for the many. Still does.
My idea, ' he said'
is I don't want no job:
I want independence.
Then he smiled.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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