Fragile Glass
Its all so hostile within these walls
Mother screams
Father bawls
Children huddle, listen intent
Mother retaliates, fathers hellbent
Wide eyes, witheld breath
Silenced room, depth
Each sound dissected
Each thud stored
The yelps and pangs cannot be ignored
Theres internal battles due to actions of spite
THe worry most pressing
Will it last to daylight
Summer windows opened so neighbours may relish
Reality distorted
Imaginations embellish
With language most vile no child should listen
Another glass broken so its beauty may glisten
The walls they ache with the stench of abuse
Children's lives wasted
Emotions misused
poem by Karen Sinclair
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Stop Look & Listen
I was walking down the street
Just the other day
I caught a glimpse
Of life vivid reality
I saw a man on the street
Had no clothes or shoes
These are signs of the times
Thats what they say
Everybody better
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
The prophets of the times
Are written on street car walls
Cant you see them crying
Cant you hear them call
Mother mother children still
Got to grow
Father father where do we go
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
Space age assures us life will
Go on
And everybody trying to believe
Forget the future
Think about right now
Somehow seem to be growing
Theme
Prophets of the times
Are written on street car walls
Cant you see them crying
Cant you hear them calling
Mother mother children still have
To grow
Father father where do we go
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
Space age assures us life will
Go on
Everybody trying to believe
Forget the future
Think about right now
Everybody better
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
Forget the future
Think about right now
Everybody better
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
Everybody better
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
Everybody better
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Oft saw my dad cry (to dad)
A father's love
Can never match
A mother's…
At least in
Children's eyes…
A father's love
Cannot be shown
As easily
As in
a mother's sighs
A father's love
Is of labor dear
More distant so by nature
than… in tender
nurture lies
A father's love
Is of hidden tears
And rarely
Shown raw
emotions
Held within
A rough façade
Of gentle heart…
Of kind and
Cloistered emotions
Fathers withhold
Within themselves
Caring feelings (and memories)
Of small smiles
And big wide eyes
Fathers hold back
Tears inside while…
drying other's eyes
Yet fathers weep Inside,
so deep…most children
Know not why
And more than once
I caught a peek of tears
In my dad's eyes
And on his cheek
Fathers are …
of stern stuff made
Yet fathers
…Often cry…
poem by David Whalen
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Stop, Look And Listen
I was walking down the street
just the other day
I caught a glimpse
of life vivid reality
I saw a man on the street
had no clothes or shoes
these are signs of the times
that's what they say
Everybody better
stop look and listen
stop look and listen
stop look and listen
to your heart
The prophets of the times
are written on the street car walls
can't you seem them crying
can't you hear them call
Mother mother children still
got to grow
father father where do we go
Stop look and listen
stop look and listen
stop look and listen
to your heart
Space age assures us life will
go on
and everybody trying to believe
forget the future
think about right now
somehow seem to be the growing
theme
Prophets of the times
are written on the street car walls
can't you seem them crying
can't you hear them calling
Mother mother children still have
to grow
father father where do we go
Repeat chorus
Space age assures us life will
go on
and everybody trying to believe
forget the future
think about right now
Repeat chorus
Space age assures us life will
go on
and everybody trying to believe
forget the future
think about right now
Repeat chorus
Forget the future
think about right now
Repeat chorus
repeat chorus
repeat chorus
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Missing Link
A sickly child lie
frail on the sofa in the living room.
A knock on the door,
His mother opened.
The man who entered the child knew it was his father.
Whose child is this?
“It is your youngest son” his mother said.
The children in the street
all had a father; the child had waited for him.
But his father ignored him,
gave chocolate to his sister and brother,
then he drank from a bottle,
his mother threw him out.
Next day asked his mother, ” are you sure he is my father? ”
She slapped her son’s face and cried.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Our Children
A baby sitter who can’t stand kids
A drunken father slaps his children around
A drug addict mother who sleeps and does nothing but get high
A sister who never comes home in time to protect the small ones
Our children are here on this earth to be loved
Not to be abused and used as slaves
Our children are not punching bags or our slaves
Stop the abuse against the innocent children
These children will grow up to be just like you
Our children need us to love them
The older siblings stand between the you and the younger ones
So stop all the abuse
The children need to be taken care of
All you parents out there listen to me
Heed my warning because your children will grow up to hate you
Stop all the abuse against the future of this world
poem by Jessica Roberts
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Unseen
something's wrong with mother always cleaning the house
and father complains for she does nothing but sweep and scrub
and dust and wipe and rub,
the floors are shiny and father does not like it
he may slide and the children too
and each may hurt the body, but mother cannot be stopped
and we complain like what father does, but mother does not
really mind, for she has become so hardheaded because father
slaps her and we make her deaf with our grumblings
until then when mother died and father cried and we felt we had all our
lives wasted, but there was one in the family who smiled
someone who thought that mother simply did what she liked best
clean the dirt, mop the floors, get all the spider's cobwebs
someone sees the beauty of mother, she's doing her chores still
but now unseen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Listen My Children
listen to what i have to say
my children listen to what i have to say
i weep for you all the time
yes i do
i see and feel you your pain
so please stretch out your hand and ley me help you
let me light your way through the darkness leading you to happiness
listen to what i have to say
my children listen to what your father has to say
i want to rain my blessings down upon you
and heal you when ever you're ill
my children come to me don't stray to the wrong path
what i can give you is more precious than gold or anything else
and that is a fact
my children listen to my voice
i love you
i care for you
i'll never leave you
i'm always here for you
listen! listen to what i am saying i'mwaiting for you my children
poem by Candice Freeman
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Mother Is Dying: Part 2 (Filicide)
Mother is infuriated
Mother is irritated
Mother is agitated
Mother is aggravated
Tormented by Her children
Sickened by Her children
Scarred by Her children
She is beginning to die
Mother was gentle
Mother was accepting
Mother was enduring
Though mother is now corrupted,
Similar to Her children
Her anger boils from her very core
Swirling vortexes of hatred dominate the skies
Her loathe floods Her children’s lives
The incarnate of Her disgust with Her children
Is devastating and cataclysmic
Her children can no longer find
Sanctuary from mother’s mercy
Mother is too enraged to rationalize
Mother will create The Rapture.
Mother will cause The Apocalypse.
Mother will eliminate humanity.
Mother will commit filicide.
poem by Alex Gomez
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There Are No Children Here
The untrained eye
Walks down the street
And sees children
But they're not children
There are no children here
Adults look back
With hungry eyes
And someone thinks
''They're just children
With a mother and a father
Never any fear''
And they kid themselves
As there are no mothers
No fathers
Because there are no children here
Terror doesn't care
As they cry over there
It lets someone stare
Through the sight of a gun
Seeing everyone
And just for fun
Shoot them
People rush around crying
''But they were just children!
They were just children! ''
A man with a gun
Turns and runs
But as he does they hear
''They aren't children''
And
''They weren't children''
And
''You need to know:
There are no children here''
No one makes a sound
Listening to the truth he's found
And they know:
It's our fault
We didn't save them
We could have saved them
If we cared
There would be children here
poem by Violet Llewellyn
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A Prophecy: To George Keats In America
'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen --
For what listen they?
For a song and for a charm,
See they glisten in alarm,
And the moon is waxing warm
To hear what I shall say.
Moon! keep wide thy golden ears --
Hearken, stars! and hearken, spheres! --
Hearken, thou eternal sky!
I sing an infant's lullaby,
A pretty lullaby.
Listen, listen, listen, listen,
Glisten, glisten, glisten, glisten,
And hear my lullaby!
Though the rushes that will make
Its cradle still are in the lake --
Though the linen that will be
Its swathe, is on the cotton tree --
Though the woollen that will keep
It warm, is on the silly sheep --
Listen, starlight, listen, listen,
Glisten, glisten, glisten, glisten,
And hear my lullaby!
Child, I see thee! Child, I've found thee
Midst of the quiet all around thee!
And thy mother sweet is nigh thee!
But a Poet evermore!
See, see, the lyre, the lyre,
In a flame of fire,
Upon the little cradle's top
Flaring, flaring, flaring,
Past the eyesight's bearing,
Awake it from its sleep,
And see if it can keep
Its eyes upon the blaze --
Amaze, amaze!
It stares, it stares, it stares,
It dares what no one dares!
It lifts its little hand into the flame
Unharm'd, and on the strings
Paddles a little tune, and sings,
With dumb endeavour sweetly --
Bard art thou completely!
Little child
O' th' western wild,
Bard art thou completely!
Sweetly with dumb endeavour,
A Poet now or never,
Little child
O' th' western wild,
A Poet now or never!
poem by John Keats
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Listen
Listen to the vines with the thorns
For they are the tricksters
Listen to their wisdom
Listen to the trees
For they are the sages
Listen to them whisper their knowledge in your ear
Listen to the leaves
For they are the talkers
Listen to them talk
Listen to the stream
for it is the dreamer
Listen to its dreams
Listen to mother nature
For she is their mother
Listen with her for she is your mother too
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Sonnet- O Listen To...
O listen to the songs, so sweet of Birds;
0 listen to the sea-waves hitting shore;
0 listen to the noise of trampling herds;
0 listen to the breeze that slams the door.
0 listen to the animals all wild;
0 listen to the Wind that howls and screams;
0 listen to the cries of orphaned child;
0 listen to the shrieks of ghosts in dreams.
0 listen to the beggar asking alms;
0 listen to the noises made by Science;
0 listen to the children clapping palms;
0 listen to God-given Conscience.
0 listen within you and hear God's call;
The Holy Spirit dwells in good souls- all.
poem by John Celes
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The African Mother
Who battles with sleep when her child is sick?
Her surveillance around him alone is a cure
Who knows the meanings to her child's actions?
Who understands the heartbeats of her children?
She feels it in her abdomen when her child is hurt
Who fathoms out the daunting of her child
She pacifies the anger of her with just the insertion of her nipple in his mouth
It is you the African mother
You make your wards have confidence in you
Every child calls to his mothers name when he is not comfortable
Who is the child that cries with the father's name?
Which child threaten to tell what has happened to his father
Every child confines in you why because your love never wanes
Your love so pure like crystal
Your sagacity surpasses all women
You never join the dance of the world who thinks everything is fatalistic
You are never fortified by the ignominious traits of your children
In tattered penury you cater for your children
Through thick and thin you struggle to feed your home
Your utmost priority is to set food on the table
You give your children the opportunity you never had
You imbibe into your children reverences
To respect the elderly
poem by Ortiz Antwi
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The Wonders That I Feel
How can one explain
the wonders that I feel
after years of uncertainty
And miseries back then
but now my eyes are open
To all the splendor that life gives
Just to feel the cool grass again
treading underfoot
The smell of summer flowers
Blowing in the breeze
Sunrays reflecting off
blue lagoons, lakes and seas
The soft sound of raindrops
splashing all around
Children's laughter, birds singing
Oh what a wonderful sound
I smile in appreciation
at the wonder of their sound
I now can feel the sunshine
Warmly on my face
and soft rippling sands
Running through my hands
as I listen to waves lapping on the beach
Leaning back in appreciation
for all that mother nature gives
soaking up the beauty
that lives outside our door
But what catches my breath
what makes my heart beat with joy
are the colours that shine
Each time mother nature
paints a rainbow in the sky
poem by Kaila George
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A Fathers Torment
We hide in the shadows in obscurity
We are the fathers of the children that you see
Women are the life line, that we all know.
Since the beginning of conception and
Throughout our lives, we have to thank them
For becoming our mothers and our wives.
Men plant the seed, but on the woman’s
tube the children do feed.
Without the female there is no life
So as men we have to think twice.
At times though, we feel empty and forgotten
For all that we do in a child’s life.
When we play games with them, teach them
And give them moral support
It is something that is given, not something that is bought.
We will go back into the shadows when our hearts
Are about to burst, and this is what makes the pain so much worse.
They say that a man is not supposed to cry
But you and I know that’s an old fashioned lie.
We bleed, we cry, we feel heartache too
We are human, this is what we do.
Any man can be a father, but every man can not be a dad.
And I look upon that, and it makes me very sad.
This child has our blood and we helped to give it life
But there is no credit given to the husband, ” just the wife“.
We may be just the father, but we share in their lives too.
All we ask is recognition of the things that we do.
I recall at your birth, when I walked into the delivery room
Your eyes called me, like a mystical, magical tune.
Your eyes searched me out like a rooster for the rising sun
And looking in your eyes, I knew you was the one.
This is a fathers torment that I guess we all go through.
But without your love and dependence, what am I going to do.
I love you more than you’ll ever know
Look in my eyes, and there it will show.
And to your mother she must know:
The key number in this world is TWO, without me there is no you.
poem by Louis Rams
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A Mother Child
A mother is a child
She is younger than her children
That is why she learns from them
She learns the value
Of overcoming sin
Temptation passes her by
Her Children are her mentors
She teaches them while
They teach her…… Perfect
A Mother loves her child
With her life ……. Nothing more
She is burdened by love
She cares, She loves
She’s our mother
We love her
A team of the greatest
A mother and her child
One can’t live without the other
They run a race
A relay
Her love powers her
She can over come
All things
Just dig a little deeper
They are the strongest
A mother and her child
Nothing can separate their bond
Emotions pay a truce
A battle can be mended
Strongly from their hearts
She follows a God
A being not be seen
And so does her child
Her child follows her
They make her feel the love
What more could we want
poem by Dustin Bennefield
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Always Always A Poem
NOW
i know how is it
that i do not have
blank walls
why i do not
have walls
at all
why i cannot
be silent
or be silenced
i let people in
let them speak
and i listen
any man
has always a story to
tell
any
woman
any child
an old man
dying
an earth
molested
the sea
corrupted
the moon upon
its dim light
those distant
stars
always always
are poems
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Written On The Walls
One the night the darkness fell
Across the naked land
A demon force was summoned up
From the bowels of hell
The stench of death grew thick that night
We knew it was the end
We run to find a place to hid
The land was raped and bare
The wind it blows a eerie cold
A fog that never lifts
Their tears will flood the land tonight
And the thunder's drowned by screams
As I lay here
Freezing veins of ice
What will be for me
What will be the price
Is it what they say
Is it written on the walls
Why can't we stop
This shattered worlds' fate
Why didn't we try at all
Armageddon town life is gone
We knew it was the way
Written down so long ago
I'mplanted in our minds
Our fathers told us of this hell
They read it on the walls
It's written on the walls
It's written on the walls
The frightened children know not why
And no one will explain
We've brought it all upon ourselves
An ending to this world
Forgiveness for your soul you pray
But it's written on the walls
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Hear and quote first word says the fox
One evening fox’s house burned
Vixen sent her children to lioness
With message ‘’ if there is place in house
To sleep in’’ and cautioned his children
‘’listen to lioness first word quote it ’
The fox children went said what their
Mother told them, the lioness said
‘’ nothing will eat you, come, don’t fear’’
The fox children returned and said
To their mother
The lion said ‘’ nothing will eat you ‘’
The fox said what bring ‘’ eat you ‘’
In conversation, ‘’we shall not go’’
Thus came
‘’ listen and quote first word of person fox says’’
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Inside The House Of Pain
a damaged brain inside a house of pain.
pieces of broken porcelain, all white and tiny.
under my feet. flying plates landing on walls.
smashed to the sound of bangs and cracks.
running mantels and falling glasses.
and viands splattering on the floors.
dirty carpets. stained curtains. broken windows.
loud words buzzing like giant bees in such a small
room. where everything is a crowd of cruel
words and slapping hands and pulling hairs.
mother wails and shouts for help.
father strikes her face. some blood bleeding
on unwashed handkerchiefs.
children running away. hiding in corners of
this world. all silent not needing any help because
they are all to afraid to become big like them.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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