A Way to Homage (A Message for the Pakistani Nation)
The fairest land whereupon we move,
Our children pace with out iron-bands,
Free with priceless blessing of liberty,
Contains beneath crust of soft surface,
Pure blood of the reverend ancestors,
Cries of the innocents, sacrificing sisters,
The cold sighs of the bland mothers,
Who beheld spectacles heartrending,
Their sons were stifled, slaughtered,
And perforated the chests of husbands.
They saw welling out the bleeding hearts,
And shawls of daughters torn to rags;
But determined they to make us secure,
Entrusting us the beauteous motherland,
Enriched with plentiful bounteous blessings.
To pay homage for the deeds dignified,
Let us beautify the land more and more,
By planting roses, scattering coloured petals,
Making the paths fragrant and perfumed,
Where upon we find the sacred foot prints,
Of fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters,
Their souls might only rest in peace,
When we live with love and tolerance,
Making the place safe and worth living,
By joining hands with the countrymen,
Irrespective to caste, creed and colour.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Family of War
Every morning I awake I fall to my knees and pray.
God, please make the war in Iraq come to end.
There are too many fathers and sons come home
in pine boxes. There are too many mothers and daughters
doing the same. Leaving behind fathers and sons mothers
and daughter with a last memory of them waving goodbye.
There is too much blood and tears of fathers and sons mothers
and daughters being shed all in the name of peace.
God please let our leaders see how many families are dying
and that war can never bring peace. Only love can.
This prayer is my gun and God you’re the bullet I’m shooting
to end this Family of War.
ADORABLE ARE WOMEN AS MOTHERS (A Mother’s Day Acrostic)
Adorable are women as mothers!
Detestable when they can kill children;
Obtainable when purchased for a sum;
Reputable when they can reach great heights;
Amicable are women as sisters;
Believable are women when good wives;
Lovable are women as grand-daughters;
Enviable are women as daughters.
Acceptable when pining for some love;
Remarkable when sacrificing lots;
Exaltable when rearing children fine.
Worshipable for keeping peace at home;
Observable when attention-seeking;
Manageable when husbands earn enough;
Excusable for love of ornaments;
Notable for patience exemplary.
Accessible to children in their needs;
Sensible when fathers become drunkards;
Memorable for timely good advice;
Objectionable when pride and lust engulfs;
Terrible when seeking revenge on one;
Horrible as cruel mothers-in-law;
Enjoyable in love-making / romance;
Reliable amidst all kinds of strife;
Salvageable when shown some kind of love!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-4-2009
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Mothers Always Want Theirs Sons To Be Happy
mothers always want their sons to be happy
and so even if they marry someone
whom their fathers dislike
it is always them who settle for a compromise
and tell fathers to be flexible sometimes
not to hurt the hearts of sons
but sometimes when sons want something else
that only mothers understand
something that fathers cannot really compromise
mothers still compromise
and walk a mile farther
just to make their sons happy
and their sons leave them
to places that only mothers
by their loving hearts
know.
only mothers, yes only mothers,
and no one else.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Meetings
As up and down I fare by road and street
The mothers of our men-at-arms I meet
Who die for mine and me,
That we go safe and free,
Sit in the sun, sleep soft and find life sweet.
I have two sons too young to fight, too young,
God grant if my hour comes I may be strong,
And caught in such a strait
May praise God and be great,
Giving my sons to save some woman from wrong!
Oh, mothers of dead heroes, ye I know,
My heart sends you a greeting, soft and low;
Blessed are ye whose sons
Amid the ransomed ones
Throng to the banners of Heaven as white as snow.
Somehow, by some secret and certain sign,
The mothers of the beloved I divine
Who died in my sons' place.
My heart kneels and gives grace.
Gives thanks for you, for you, proud sisters of mine!
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Let's sing together one fragrant song!
When a Man cries in pain
Please do not ignore him
And if you laugh louder
Just watch outside
As someone may laments
in a corner?
We're Kings and Queens
Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Sisters
Friends and not Enemies.
World is a one Yard!
And please do not make barbed wire fences.
Heart is the Religion of Human beings
And when it's pierced so painful!
Let sing together hand-in-hand
And we must marry each other for good
Ridiculous embargoes and taboos the old kites
Must send to the transparent tattered sky.
There're only two nations in the precarious World
A Man and a Woman?
Humanity is the Religion!
In the human sensitive veins
Vermilion blood river flows?
We purposely make this paradise Earth a living Hell!
Instead of rage bullets
Fix the harmonious strings into your precious metallic guns
And sing together in high pitch.
We're Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Sisters
Kings and Queens
Friends but not enemies
Fences and quarrels no need
And World is a one Yard!
*A humble dedication to 9/11 victims and their families! Almost ten years passed but still we carry the pain in our bleeding hearts?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Small Prayer
Dear Lord I have a small prayer,
I would like you to hear today,
and I hope that within your wisdom
that you will grant for us one day.
Dear Lord the prayer I pray
is just not for me, but for everyone.
Could for just one day
there be no conflict or strife,
nor anger within anyone’s heart.
Could there be love throughout every land
where enemies would take and shake one another’s hands
and the weapons of destruction
would be thrown upon the ground.
That there would be no more killings,
no more grieving fathers, mothers,
brothers, sisters, wives, daughters and sons.
Dear Lord in your wisdom
would you grant this prayer for me,
make peace in this world reality,
then we might be able to
stamp out hunger and poverty.
Dear Lord when you hear this prayer,
will you grant this all for me?
Not just only for me, for everyone.
Help us all realise there is no need
for conflict and strife,
just a little peace
to live a normal life.
Amen
poem by David Harris
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On Bidding Farewell
When there is no one around me,
I peep out through the window,
That opens to the back yard of past.
When I was a child very small,
Could hardly run about in the streets,
Came out holding finger of my mother,
To bid farewell to the young-men,
Of the village who enlisted themselves,
To render the daring sacred job,
Of defending the feeding motherland.
Still I recall the time remote,
And see men, women and children,
Bidding farewell, waving their hands,
The old mothers kissing the faces,
The fathers embracing them with love,
Patting the backs of well-built sons,
Well-bred with milk and pure butter.
The damsels weeping smiled,
To conceal sighs of their hearts,
Hoping their soon return,
To make them their own brides,
And award them wedding pleasures,
But the innocent hearts knew not.
Seldom return whom the country calls.
The great people whom I remember,
Passing away to the world of eternity,
Made the streets despairingly desolate.
The life forced me to leave the place,
Often I visit, find it the village of the dead,
Inhabitants are confined in the walls,
They neither laugh nor share the tears.
Ah! Lust for wealth has hardened,
The soft fertile lands of hearts,
Making us all devoid of sentiments.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Real Victory
The Real Victory
Victory and defeat in war,
Are the childish justifications.
Colour not your hands,
With the precious substance of Man.
Whether you nourish your mind,
With the elating thought of victory,
Or loathe with a despising thought of defeat,
You kill fathers, brothers and sons,
You kill mothers, sisters and daughters,
Even the infants sleeping in cradles,
You kill them with their innocent dreams,
They hardly know the self-made conflicts,
Flourishing, booming in the world.
Discard devices that you carry in hands,
And think awhile
Whether you kill or you are killed,
You fight against humanity,
You fight against the divine laws,
You fight against the Kingdom of God.
Apply your strength if indispensable,
Lance eyes of the Shark of Ignorance,
Stifle; choke the Demons of Illness,
Wrench neck of the Ghost of Hunger,
Break teeth of the Vampire of Poverty,
By connecting the hearts of humanity,
With the bonds of trust, faith and love.
For the sake of oil and reserves,
Make not the world a mess.
If you intend to defeat the rivals,
Defeat them in the race of good deeds,
Yes, defeat them in the race of good deeds,
You know not the real victory you may get,
But without bloodshed and with out making,
The world a storehouse of weapons.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Also Love Those Foreign Others
Your world view.
And my world view,
Are two world views...
With many more too!
And their world view.
Is not our world view.
But unlike you...
Regardless of what's in our minds to think.
We ought to get together.
Respect our sisters and our mothers.
Our fathers and our distant brothers.
And also love those foreign others,
To us.
Who are like sisters and our brothers.
To us.
We've got to one day get together.
And not fuss.
To make our lives together better.
Your world view.
And my world view,
Are two world views...
With many more too!
And their world view.
Is not our world view.
But unlike you...
Regardless of what's in our minds to think.
We ought to get together.
Respect our sisters and our mothers.
Our fathers and our distant brothers.
And also love those foreign others,
To us.
Who are like sisters and our brothers,
To us.
We've got to one day get together.
And not fuss.
To make our lives together better.
Loving with a trust.
Respect the sisters and the mothers.
Do it we must.
Our fathers and our distant brothers.
Do it we must.
And also love those foreign others,
To us.
Who are like sisters and our brothers.
We trust.
We've got to one day get together.
We must.
To make our lives together better.
We must.
To make our lives together better.
We must.
To make our lives together better.
We must!
Together.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look Forward
Forget the things which are behind and look forward,
And try to reach out for the things ahead;
Men, brothers, fathers!
Woman, sisters, mothers! !
Forward ever with your dreams,
And like the muse of love in the land of peace.
The heavens will be dressed in fire and,
The elements will melt away in fervent heat! !
And like earth, wind and fire;
For your love is seen under every spreading tree.
Earth, wind and water!
Your love is seen on every hill;
But from the watchtower i will rest my mind,
Because you don't live by living alone! !
He is your life and he is your love,
She is your life and she is your love,
But at the end time the last will surely be the first;
And like the laws in the land of your muse,
But forward ever with your dreams! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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That Unconditional Love
Gone are those caring loving hands that held me tenderly,
that helped me wade the stormy shores, oh so bravely,
The older you got the stronger and wiser you seemed to me
You read my hurt, my need you saw and treated me so gently
It was a mother and daughter bond that could, can never be torn
Sadly one day, when I was far away, the angels came, you were gone.
Wet eyes, pain numbed, I walked on stumbling as the years rolled by
I turned to God Almighty and with many a prayer I did sigh,
As into darkness I was plunged and felt this world I no longer could ride
Then came, four motherly angels, to dry the tears, that I could not hide.
They blossomed into beautiful flowers with sweetness so fragrant.
I see your smile my dearest mum, in their young face with strength abundant
Now, I stroll along life's journey, as they lend me their ears and words of love
God never fails us, as he showers the glory of his blessings from above.
Hand in hand, I move along with my girls, to face the dawn of every glorious morn.
Mothers they truly are, Melina, Nadi, Firasa and Marie with dignity I move on!
Daughters are sisters and friends and become our dearest mothers till the end
The precious gift making our day so starry in the darkest night and hearts do amend.
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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International Women's Day - 100th Anniversary
Let us bow before
The womanhood
This day, on the 100th anniversary of
International Women’s Day
Nature has endowed
The women folk
Patience,
Love and care
And above all that
The devout attachment
To anything
That belongs to them
They are designed to
Nurture relationship
With a tact
So that relationships are
Rightly maintained
And with a least sign of any strain
They are wrongly termed
As the weaker sex
But it is coined only those
Who are male chauvinists
Attempt is only to make them feel weak
Women are much stronger than what they look
Their kindness to humanity
Is the one that helps the race be on the move
And on continuity
As much as they know how to love
They know also know how to hate
They are framed to keep things together
They are also molded to throw things apart
They are mothers
They can also provide the care of fathers
They can encourage
And equally discourage
They wait and strike at the right time
They are loveable
They dissolve in embraces
They embrace to solidify a weakened confidence
They are less expressive
But turn out to be a volcano if they are to express
Something strongly undesired
They only can make a home
We, men, can only make a house
They are tradition guards
We, men, can be tradition traitors
They are sisters, wives, mothers, daughters and so on
But basically they are mothers
We, men are brothers, husbands, fathers, sons and so on
But basically we are only men
They proved to be better managers
Than what men did
As they demonstrated better empathy
They think beyond
They envision farther
They are organized better
And let us resolve
To see the womanhood
Just not the woman
And to respect
The great qualities a woman has
And all the rest like
Empowering them,
Educating them,
Enthusing them to independence, etc.
Will take care of it
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Honor the Vets
I looked at the grave stones of the veteran dead
Tears filled my eyes as I bowed my head.
All of them had served their country proud
Now they lay in this ground.
They were sons and daughters, mothers and fathers
Sisters and brothers, uncles and aunts
And the list goes on and on.
But how many of them are honored
with a flower or two.
It’s really not hard to do.
They gave their lives so that we can be free
Don’t they deserve some dignity?
This country is standing on the lives of the dead
All of these have died, and many have bled.
Freedom isn’t really free
Other wise these grave stones you would not see.
Isn’t there someone in your family
Who died fighting for liberty?
Let us honor the dead
And thank the living for all that they have given.
poem by Louis Rams
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Violence is Evil
let us come together
with clean hearts
throwing out hatred from our hearts
let us work
with one another
in peacful manner
let us ban all
the evil things
that make us
commit crimes
let us be brothers and sisters
who are kind to each other
the world is better
with peace
and unity
not war and haterd
let us be responsible
around us
let us not make
mothers and fathers
lose their kids to drugs,
violence and war
let us ban all
the evil things
in our communities
to be better with our souls carefully
and to live safely
with each other
no one likes violence
but
let us make our goal
to diminish it
poem by Omar Ahmed
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Never rift
Do you really want your mother
To be with you?
Do you really love your motherland?
Do you really like your mothertongue?
Mother mothertongue motherland
All sacred and more than your life.
One who is really wise and learned
Love mother mothertongue motherland.
Mother mothertongue motherland is
The lifebreath bloodcirculation of
Our body and soul as well.
This world is our motherland in the
Broader sense and we all
Are brothers and sisters
With the same air same light same water
Same earth same sky
With the same emotion same thought.
Mother mothertongue motherland
Are precious and we are the
Bonafide sons and daughters
We never rift we all accept
Natures gift and go on and on
On this life towards super lift.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Mothers And Daughters / Fathers And Sons
Neil Diamond - Mothers and Daughters, Fathers and Sons
And so they came with perfect schemes
And precious dreams that made them one
One by one
Oh, and there they stood lost in the haze
With spirits blazing like the sun
Mothers and daughters,
Fathers and sons
They held the light
Yes they did
And it shined all night
Oh, all night
And they took the blows
Yes they did
Never letting go
Oh no, oh no
Oh no
And so they came with perfect schemes
And precious dreams that made them one
One by one
Oh, look up and see the eagles fly
And fill the sky beneath the sun
Mothers and daughters,
Fathers and sons
You hold the light
Yes you do
And you've got the right
Oh, got the right
And you'll feel the blows
Yes you will
Don't you dare let go
Oh no, oh no
Said that we have the right
Yes we do
It's down in black and white
Oh oh, oh oh
And we made it so
Yes we did
And we won't let go
Oh no, oh no
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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O! Judges Of The World
O! Judges of the World,
The Guardians of peace,
Listen!
In the ablaze valley of Kashmir,
To the dripping trickling of blood.
O! Judges of the World,
The Guardians of peace,
The breathers in the spheres of liberty,
Realize you the human rights,
And fix no limit of cruelty,
In Kashmir who inflict atrocity.
Now our houses remain or not,
Our heads, the bodies retain or not,
We will utter the word “Freedom”,
We will snatch the right “Freedom”.
O! Judges of the World,
The Guardians of peace,
Listen!
In the ablaze valley of Kashmir,
To the dripping trickling of blood.
The sons died tossingly in front of mothers,
The sisters’ shawls ragged in front of brothers,
Coated in blood is each leave and plant,
Each grain of Kashmir now does chant,
Listen to the Freedom’s band,
Look to the loyalty of the land.
O! Judges of the World,
The Guardians of peace,
Listen!
In the ablaze valley of Kashmir,
To the dripping trickling of blood.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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So Much Hate
Whites against Blacks
Daughters against mothers
Sons against fathers
Brothers against sisters.
Why so much hate?
Where is the love for one another
Where the morals and the guidance?
Where is the unity and peace?
Where is the security and brotherhood?
Where is this nation headed?
When will be united as one family
When will prejudice and racism be erased?
When will neighbor truly love his neighbor?
When will Martin L. King’s dream come true?
It starts with the golden rule,
“Loving others as you love yourself.”
© Eve Hall 9-11-2001
Rags & Old Iron
Norman curtis, oscar brown jr
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
I heard that old rag man now making his rounds
He came right to my alley lord with sorrowful sounds
Crying rags old iron and pulling his cart
Ask him how much hed give me for my broken heart
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
So I asked that old rag man how much he would pay
For a heart that was broken baby when you went away
For a burnt out old love light that no longer beams
And a couple of slightly used second hand dreams
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
For those big empty promises you used to make
For those memories of you that are no longer sweet
I wish he could haul them off down the street
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
When love doesnt last tell me what is it worth
It was once mamas most precious possession on earth
When I asked that old rag man if hed like to buy
He just shook his head and continued to cry
Rags old iron rags old iron
All he was buying was just rags and old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron
Rags old iron rags old iron rags old iron
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Daughters
I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hand
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me
Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
Oh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
Cleaning up the mess he made
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
Boys, you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth from
A woman's good, good heart
On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
song performed by by John Mayer
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