Token Cripple
Look there's the token cripple
To his wheelchair tie a balloon
Don't speak or cause a ripple
As he takes off for the moon.
Never approach the disabled
Though they're human or so it's fabled.
Look there's the token paraplegic
Address him through his carer
Save face and be strategic
A megaphone would be fairer
Never assume your ignorance shows
Don't prove your a fool
He already knows.
Look there's the token cripple
In a pub garden with friends, and talking!
You mouth to him 'What's your tipple'
And crack a joke about Stephen Hawking.
How much more cerebral he'd be
If like you he could master walking
- Away.
poem by Kevin East
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Cripple Creek
1: well I married a wife in the month of june,
Married her up by the light of the moon.
We live down on cripple creek.
Weve been there about a week.
Chorus: Im a-goin down to cripple creek, Im goin on a run.
Goin down to cripple creek to have some fun.
Goin down to cripple creek, Im goin on a run.
Goin down to cripple creek to have some fun.
2: now cripple creek girls about half-grown,
Jump on a man like a dog on a bone.
Roll my pants up to my knees,
Cross on cripple creek a-when I please.
Chorus: Im a-goin down to cripple creek, Im goin on a run,
Goin down to cripple creek to have some fun.
Goin down to cripple creek, Im goin on a run.
Goin down to cripple creek to have some fun.
3: well Im goin to cripple creek, Im goin on a run.
Im a-goin to cripple creek to have some fun.
Chorus: Im a-goin to cripple creek, Im goin on a run,
Goin to cripple creek to have some fun.
song performed by by Monkees
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Wheelchair Olympics
Hardly wheelchair Olympics, dumped in a corner
Carer giggles with friends minus little Jack Horner
Waiting for the nurse like furniture in the hall
Conversations are worse- like I'm not there at all.
Speak at me! I feel I should scream
I still exist outside your disabled dream
I'm not a geriatric who likes the odd tipple
My spirit survives; intellect is no cripple
My eye absorbs all art; my heart feels deep the prose
I live every classic part minus the waist down to the toes.
Hardly wheelchair Olympics, touring Sainsbury's with a guide
Inspecting every joint of meat, clinging to my pride
'Anything you've forgotten? ' my helper opts to talk
'Only a bag of frozen peas, and the ability to walk.'
Self pity, someone will say, some naive cheeky chappy
Whlie i sit in cold light of day, waiting for my nappy.
Talking louder is a prerequisite
As they stop with grin so plastic
Manners to be exquisite
When conversing with a 'spastic'
Whipers that you hear, idiots that you flee
They'll never know that fear of silent soliloquy.
So now I smile through the grin of a cynic
Dining out in fine eateries galore
So glad to break free of that clinic
Where my dignity stayed at the door.
poem by Kevin East
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Love's A Token (not Be Broken)
love's a token (not be broken)
when love come(s) around
true to calf my lover's ground
and tame me towards a love-a-dub
as if it were a lullaby
mara why?
and then!
love's a token
a promise not to be broken
my heart is like a token
my love is like a mountain
ever flowing like a fountain
you dearly caught be trapped with arms so open
for love's a token (not be broken)
thinking!
how often than not had i been caught
by someone as beautiful, pure and royal empress
her that were so genuinely carved
with respect and honor she deserves
to be treated to her desires
quick glance at her curves!
somebody once told me
that when love comes around
a token not to be broken it is
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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A Little Token
To spend with you and muse up with your love,
Like the role of a chieftancy against this backdrop;
Where one needs a little token to move on in life.
Think of the things that you can do on this earth and,
Try to support other with your love;
For there are still some bad nuts among us.
That is the way it is and somethings will never change,
That is the way it is and some trees will never grow,
That is the way it is and some people will never learn,
And the bloodstain in her panties was a state of shock and disbelief;
But all the matured ladies delved into the matter.
I am waiting for the second red light in life and,
Tom overcome the first was like a dream;
But no matter what, my faith will lead me on.
A little token is alll that it takes on your love,
Like the unique and distinquished acts of ones mind;
But your love determins the norms and,
I am the object of desire tonight on this isssue.
Try to feel better about who you are and,
Try to keep your head above water always;
Like a message to our rich culture with,
The sadness of the past.
Beware of yesterday!
For it is full of the sadness of the past;
So try to give our a little token on this love,
For there is no Red Carpet in heaven!
Save a little and give a little to all mankind,
For it takes a little token to bring out the joy of somebody.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Easier
I woke up early
And I can't see the light
My back is broad but
It's been a long and lonely night
What if I'm a fool for even trying
To right the wrongs when all we
had is dying
Like moving shadows
We dance around remains
The burning embers
Illuminate my shame
So yes, I am a fool for even trying
To right the wrongs when all
we had is dying
It's easier to leave
Not to face the pain
With everything to lose
Nothing left to gain
Broken
Empty promises you made
Token
Empty gestures that you made
I am reeling, reeling
Easier to leave
So you walked away With everything to lose
There's nothing left to say
You disappoint me With a Judus kiss
Crown and anoint me
The poison pours from your lips
So yes, I am a fool for even trying
To right the wrongs when ail we had is dying
It's easier to leave
Not to face the pain
With everything to lose
Nothing left to gain
Broken
Empty promises you made
Token
Empty gestures that you made
I am reeling, reeling
Easier to leave
So you walked away With everything to lose
There's nothing left to say
Broken
Empty Promises you gave
Token
Empty gestures that yov made
Unspoken
did you ever mean to stay
I am reeling, reeling
I am reeling
I am betrayed
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Broken Fence
This fence is a token of you.
A line dividing everything,
In two, by you.
A line of wood, to gaze over.
A wire to watch through.
Barbed wire pushing us apart,
This fence is a token of you.
Separating the past, the future.
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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Ben Is A Knight For A Day
Full of energy and surprise
Ben had sparkles in his eyes.
He would be a knight for a day
slaying all of Razel's ice dragons totally away.
Ben is shining knight with a sword
he was great actor, never bored.
Hidden treasures of sparkly gold-
is what Ben has to find—he's been told.
For when jewels are found—
Sarah his sister can be crowned.
But only if her ice spell is broken
Ben has to find gold metallic token.
This token has the magical vibes—
-to break any ice spell given-
in Ferronian forest where fairies hide.
Ben must find Dreeka the dragon
-on his map-
he has to hurry up—
-take nothing for chance.
Ben finds Dreeka dragon in her cave
she gives Ben magical metallic token
which can totally save—
Save Sarah from a frozen plight-
Ben must unfreeze Sarah before it's night.
Now Ben of course does succeed—
he will win victory and take the lead…
Lead as the knight with the shiny
Gold metal armor-
He is knighted king now and is honored.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 27,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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If you are disabled, it is probably not your fault, but it is no good blaming the world or expecting it to take pity on you. One has to have a positive attitude and must make the best of the situation that one finds oneself in; if one is physically disabled, one cannot afford to be psychologically disabled as well. In my opinion, one should concentrate on activities in which one's physical disability will not present a serious handicap...
quote by Stephen Hawking
Submitted by Catalin Popescu
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Andrew Jones
I hate that Andrew Jones; he'll breed
His children up to waste and pillage.
I wish the press-gang or the drum
With its tantara sound would come,
And sweep him from the village!
I said not this, because he loves
Through the long day to swear and tipple;
But for the poor dear sake of one
To whom a foul deed he had done,
A friendless man, a travelling cripple!
For this poor crawling helpless wretch,
Some horseman who was passing by,
A penny on the ground had thrown;
But the poor cripple was alone
And could not stoop--no help was nigh.
Inch-thick the dust lay on the ground
For it had long been droughty weather;
So with his staff the cripple wrought
Among the dust till he had brought
The half-pennies together.
It chanced that Andrew passed that way
Just at the time; and there he found
The cripple in the mid-day heat
Standing alone, and at his feet
He saw the penny on the ground.
He stopped and took the penny up:
And when the cripple nearer drew,
Quoth Andrew, "Under half-a-crown,
What a man finds is all his own,
And so, my Friend, good-day to you."
And 'hence' I said, that Andrew's boys
Will all be trained to waste and pillage;
And wished the press-gang, or the drum
With its tantara sound, would come
And sweep him from the village.
poem by William Wordsworth
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Pity? You don't want to be pitied because you're a cripple in a wheelchair? Stay in your house!
quote by Jerry Lewis
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The making of friends who are real friends, is the best token we have of a man's success in life.
quote by Edward Everett Hale
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It's Hard Being Disabled Period
It’s hard being disabled period.
But to be young, disabled and
in search of love some times seems
ridiculous.
For when you are in a wheelchair
People of the opposite sex seem
to never pay you any attention,
and if they do they always seem to
just want to be friends.
Well, I got plenty of friends,
but I have not one lover.
It’s hard being disabled period.
But it’s even harder to be young, disabled
and in search for love.
I have a son, Mason, who is disabled - cerebral palsy - and he does not walk independently, sit independently or speak. He uses a talking computer. I started becoming an advocate for him when he was 3 years old.
quote by Laura San Giacomo
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Plaster Caster
Babys getting anxious, the hours getting late
The night is almost over, she cant wait
Oh, things are complicating, my love is in her hands
And theres no more waiting, she understands
The plasters gettin harder and my love is perfection
A token of my love for her collection, her collection
Plaster caster, grab a hold of me faster
And if you wanna see my love, just ask her
And my love is the plaster
And yeah, shes the collector
She wants me all the time to inject her
The plasters gettin harder and my love is perfection
A token of my love for her collection
Plaster caster, plaster caster
Grab a hold of me faster, plaster, faster
And if you wanna see my love, just ask her, ask her
Go on, ask her
The plasters gettin harder and my love is perfection
A token of my love for her collection, her collection
Plaster caster, plaster caster
Grab a hold of me faster, plaster, faster
If you wanna see my love, just ask her, ask her
Plaster caster, plaster caster
She wants my love to last her, last her, last her
And she calls me by the name of master, master
Plaster caster, plaster caster
Grab a hold of me faster, plaster, faster
If you wanna see my love, just ask her, ask her
Plaster caster, plaster caster
Grab a hold of me faster, plaster, faster
And if you wanna see my love, just ask her, ask her
Plaster caster, plaster caster
song performed by by Kiss
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Spring Moon
In the star field
The moon shining
A bright token
Calling on life
poem by Michael Oliver
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Cripple Creek Ferry
Hey, hey cripple creek ferry
Butting through the overhanging trees
Make way for the cripple creek ferry
The waters going down its a mighty tight squeeze.
All alone the captain stands
Hasnt heard from his deck hands.
The gambler tips his hat and walks towards the door.
Its the second half of the cruise.
And you know he hates to lose.
Hey, hey cripple creek ferry
Butting through the overhanging trees
Make way for the cripple creek ferry
The waters going down its a mighty tight squeeze.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Something
I think now that it seems pointless
Because I've thought about it so long
Now I don't have anything to confess
So right now nothing's wrong
You seem to have known it all along
I won't try to prove it to you
Because It's only something you can't see
What I'm saying is completely true
Because how would you prove it to me
It's just someting meant to be
It's only something you can feel
About that special one
It's not something which you have to deal
Nor a negotiation
It's just something that has begun
If that something were to break
It would only be a token
To a heart so wrongfully broken
And a big mistake
Sinking in a neverending lake.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Workmen's March
Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!
Keeping time is power's token.
That makes
one
of many, many,
That makes bold, if fear daunts any,
That makes small the load and lighter,
That makes near the goal and brighter,
Till it greets us gained with laughter,
And we seek the next one after.
Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!
Keeping time is power's token.
Marching, marching of few hundreds,
No one heeds it, never one dreads;
Marching, marching of few thousands,
Here and there wakes some to hearing;
Marching, marching hundred thousands,-
All will mark that thunder nearing.
Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!
Keeping time is power's token.
Let us march all, never weaken
Time from Vardö down to Viken,
Vinger up to Bergen's region,-
Let us make
one
marching legion,
Then we'll rout some wrong from Norway,
Open wide to right the doorway.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Father Africa
Father Africa! At a token ignorance,
You have given your inheritance:
To strangers you gave amuch
White loonies who do not eat in our dish.
Behold, with some sham laughter;
They transacted for few daughter;
They bring clothes and rum and guns
To shackle away your sons.
Father Africa, foolish you!
Lo! See Mama Africa cry
Her hapless tears undry
On her black beautiful, dark dimples
Oh Africa, chaos ripples.
See your sons brutally unfair
Taking hostage His own kin at warfare,
Selling them at ludicrous token
Oh Africa, your woes betoken!
The sun rose in great grief
And shambled to rest in dumb disbelief,
The rivers pensive in their bank.
Our follies deserve on thank;
Africa sells her prime at twenty pounds,
Her offspring shackled to foreigngrounds
On a fettered peregrination to the coasts,
They await shipment for wicked hosts.
Father Africa, foolish you!
Has that token twenty pounds
Suffice the pandemic poverty that pounds
You and Your offspring on the head?
Those you sold - million tears shed
You caused them sorrowful spiritual to sing
They endlessly labour where trepidations ring,
They suffer severe discomfort - unfair!
They dwell in dejected despise and despair.
poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
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A Valentine To My Wife
Accept, dear girl, this little token,
And if between the lines you seek,
You'll find the love I've often spoken—
The love my dying lips shall speak.
Our little ones are making merry
O'er am'rous ditties rhymed in jest,
But in these words (though awkward—very)
The genuine article's expressed.
You are as fair and sweet and tender,
Dear brown-eyed little sweetheart mine,
As when, a callow youth and slender,
I asked to be your Valentine.
What though these years of ours be fleeting?
What though the years of youth be flown?
I'll mock old Tempus with repeating,
'I love my love and her alone!'
And when I fall before his reaping,
And when my stuttering speech is dumb,
Think not my love is dead or sleeping,
But that it waits for you to come.
So take, dear love, this little token,
And if there speaks in any line
The sentiment I'd fain have spoken,
Say, will you kiss your Valentine?
poem by Eugene Field
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