Deserted Monument
A deserted monument is ambitious for completion
In its contours and cowardly appearance;
My coordinated body surrenders to it like Paganism,
Devilish amounts of cash are deposited nearby.
Confused images rise and fall in a jagged confusion,
Direful delegations emerge somehow, like rotten fruit;
Brawny adults survey the area for a crazy spot to stay,
Where the children can curve their eyes on the distinct site.
poem by Naveed Akram
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If Children Ruled The World
If Children Ruled The World,
Parents, Adults and Teachers will go to bed at 8: 00
and wake up at 7: 00 to dress up for school.
At school children will treat them like nothing,
and Parents, Adults and Teachers will have nothing to do or say.
In the morning at school, they would have to line up like chrildrens used to do like every single mornings.
If Children Ruled The World,
Lollies will be for everyone even adults and parents.
Parents and Adults will have such awful rotten teeth just like all children used to have in their teeths.
Every mornings right after adults brushes their teeths or hairs, the children would have to check if their hairs and teeths are alright.
In School Trips children goes for free but the adults has to always pay.
If Children Ruled The World,
the world wou; d be treated badly.
The children would be rich and adults would be poor and always ask for children for some money.
There will be no clean water,
No food for the adults to eat except lollies.
If Children Ruled The World,
WE'LL ALL BE IN A JAM!
poem by Crystal Pongi
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The Painful Irony Of Ironic Pain
I'm sad today
Sad today
Oh, so very sad today
And yes
I'll tell you why
You see
I had one spot
One small area
One last portion of my body
That didn't HURT!
Well
It started hurting today
It simply started as a twinge
An inconveniance really
Then it just began to ache
And then to throb
Now it's unbearable
On a scale of one to ten, with ten being the worst pain I've ever felt, it is now a ten
The last painfree spot on my body is now a painful ten!
So I'm sad
I was saving that spot.
It was my favorite area.
Not any more
Now, my whole body hurts
And what really makes matters worse it that,
Today
Is my
Birthday!
poem by Bob Eichen
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Clean: Competition, Repetition
To all the children that cry and scream
‘This room is just too sparkly clean! '
To all the adults that moan about the mess
I believe that you all have something to confess
These books and toys are placed upon the floor
To convince the siblings that they have more
Your ornaments are shiny new and clean
Because you have no feathers to show nor preen
Deep down in your minds you all know
The reasons these actions are repeated so
To the children this is a play, a fun little game
And to the adults? Well I must say it's the same
So the next time you walk into the ‘danger site'
Dear parents you know what they try to do, right?
And to you children who think ‘why are they so mean! '
You should know that's the way it has always been
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Sonnet: Adults
Adults are selfish beings of the earth;
Adults don’t forgive/ forget tho’ mature;
Adults are creatures adamant by birth;
Adults are jealous beings, by nature.
Adults have arguing tongues till the end;
Adults misunderstand others with ease;
Adults can neither condescend nor bend;
Adults cannot adjust with/others please.
Adults are sinful in thought, word and deed
Adults are the ones, misguiding the youth;
Adults are beings revengeful indeed;
Adults can speak effortlessly untruth.
Adults advise but remember old fights;
Adults cannot give up their insane rights!
6-1-2001
poem by John Celes
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Numerals are images of amounts. But the amounts they represent are real.
quote by Roy H. Williams
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What To Do When You're Confused
What to do, what to do, what to do
When you're confused
You could
Choose to stay
In this new found state
Of confusion
Marinate in it..so to speak
But
That may leave you
With unanswered questions
You could write in your journal
Pour over all the possibilities
The various solutions to your confusion
You could talk to someone who doesn't know you well
Because you'd want some impartial input
Which could leave you even more confused
Because they can only help you according to
Their understanding
Of your situation
You could google some answers
Turns out..
You can't find the answers to
EVERYTHING
On google
Some situations
Still require old methods for resolution
You could talk to a good friend
They may not have all the answers
But
They'd probably be willing to listen
Provide you with some feedback
That's what friends are for...
You could speak with the person
If it is a person indeed
Who has left you
In this state of confusion
I mean
At some point
Isn't the direct approach
Really
The Only approach
So,
You take a deep breath
You tell yourself 'here I go'
I'm going to get my answers
And, then
I'll know
I won't be confused
At least not by this confusion
What to do, what to do, what to do
I've given you some options
But, I can't tell you
What, for sure, you should definitely do
I can make a suggestion..
But, again it's up to you
You should listen to your inner voice,
Do what THAT tells you
I can say this
It's probably not as bad as you imagine
And, who knows,
It's a possibility
That
After all this stressing
You end up pleasantly surprised.
But we know for sure
You'll have all your answers
And, you, my friend
Will no longer be confused.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Children Today
I open the way of feeling to everyone
Who glances in my direction that stays.
I frustrate the coldness of the air today,
Eerie are the ways we splendidly follow
Like the cattle and children of our day.
I have seen many wonders in children of light,
Light encompasses their being, it is essential
To their upbringing, to their destiny.
My authors and children contemplate
For a day to begin their tragedy.
This is a comedy of alertness, inside us,
As children the feelings rise and fall
Like the waves of the sea and river.
In our country we see children
And more of them as well tonight.
I have offensives and defenses today,
Like the children of risk and despair
Inwardly talking like the very desperation.
My conversation never appalled the distinct
Who offered their own children to oldness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Psycopaths
On the news we see abusers,
Are they psycopaths.
Drug abusers in the schools.
Are they psycopaths.
Confused sick people,
Are they psycopaths.
The misfits, unfit depicted as mad.
Are the ones paranoid,
Also psycopaths.
And the people who annoy,
Are they psycopaths.
What about the crooks,
Are they psycopaths.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
Are the ones who lie and cheat,
Are they psycopaths.
And what about deceivers,
Are they psycopaths.
And the cops who beat up people,
Are they psycopaths.
Is everyone I see,
A psycopath.
Is everyone I see,
A psycopath.
And what about the homeless,
Who have no cash.
Are they and the hungry,
Psycopaths.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
And what about the people everyday I pass.
Are the rich and snobby people,
Also psycopaths.
Are the people who don't eat,
Are they psycopaths.
And those who watch their diets,
Are they psycopaths.
And those playing videos,
Killing fast!
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
Are children being raised,
As psycopaths.
And will psycopaths,
Have all of the cash.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scottish Eyes
I see hate, and I see lies
As I look through those Scottish eyes
With so much deception and so much untruth
They seem to fall about me, like old rotten fruit.
The emerald eyes that I once loved and adored
Now through my soul, they have ripped and tore
With deeds they expected and things they've seen
Now they stay in my mind, like an un-welcomed dream.
So I feel sadness, and I feel woe
As from my soul and heart the pain will not go
As no man knows the suffering that I have felt
And no man could accept the hand that I was dealt.
I think of all the looks and all the sadden glances
As in my mind they stay as the evil dances
I then ponder in my thoughts then I finally realize
I feel sorry for any soul who looks through those Scottish eyes.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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This Love
Ooooh
Here in the free land there are detours on the gravel roads,
Sometimes it feels like there's just no right way to go,
There'll be times you'll go crazy,
And times you'll break down,
Always something that stands in your way...
Chorus:
Just keep your eyes on me
Never lose site of me
This love
Nothing can come between
Us when we're following
This love
This love...
Everybody is bound to feel lost now and then,
But I'll be the one babe, that'll be there For you 'til the end,
Through good days and bad
The ups and the downs
Don't you ever let go of your dreams,
Ooooh
Chorus:
Just keep your eyes on me
Never lose site of me
This love
Nothing can come between
Us when we're following
This love
Bridge:
I'll be your northern star
When everything's dark
I will shine for you
Shine for you...
Chorus:
Just keep your eyes on me
Never lose site of me
This love
Nothing can come between
Us when we're following
This love
Just keep your eyes on me
Never lose site of me
This love
Nothing can come between
Us when we're following
This love
Ohh uh-huh
Ohh
This love
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Libertarians recognize the difference between adults and children, as well as differences between normal adults and adults who are insane or mentally hindered or retarded.
quote by Tom G. Palmer
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For literature sake.
When the body ages, does the soul do?
When the body gets wounds, does the soul suffer?
Are body and soul like sac and air?
Not so obviously.
Are body and soul like flesh and heat?
Might be.
Does not soul die when body dies, then?
Heart is not the seat of emotion, but brain.
Soul is not distinct to be treated so.
Yet soul is distinct for literature sake.
18.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Children's Day in India,2012
Being a child is what all love to be;
And when adult, we know we can never;
Childhood was best and everyone agrees;
But do children have freedom they deserve?
The smaller family norm has done great harm;
The child is neglected right from its birth;
It wallops in its faeces and urine!
It has to study when 'tis age to play!
What selfishness fills hearts of most adults!
They spare no time to watch the bud blossom;
World's children pine for love and yearn for care;
They are denied their rights when still in womb!
The crimes against children are on the rise;
Children are used, abused and not amused;
No nation thrives if children stay enslaved;
Let parents love their children sincerely!
Children are living wealth of nations prime;
Children are priceless gifts from God above;
Children are future parents and leaders;
Children need to be kept healthy, unharmed!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-11-12
poem by John Celes
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And, all these things need to be coordinated; so we all need to work together, have timers going and everything so we're all coordinated and get this piece of orchestration done.
quote by Duane G. Carey
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Cash In Your Face
You just could not know how long we tried
To see how this building looks inside
This must be a lucky day for me
Because the sign says theres a vacancy
Look I know you came a long way
But you made it just too late
So we had to give it to somebody else
Well I talked to you on the phone less than fifteen minutes ago
And you told me that it was cool
I graduated from howard u.
My job is paying good money too
And if you check on my resume
Youll find they all wanted me to stay
Well I cant take the time out
To check your credit card
cause the computer just broke down today
Well Ill stop by here tomorrow to complete our interview
But I know what youre gonna say
I know what your bottomline is
You might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want you living in here
Say you might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want your kind living in here
Too-oo, too-oo too bad,
Too-oo, too-oo too sad
Our first child is due here any day
Thats why were desperate for a place to stay
The location is so perfect too
So please try to do what you can do
Well in this apartment complex no children are allowed
And if you told me that I could have saved you alot of time
Well I thought the bill was passed that said you could not discriminate
But I know some excuse youll find
Because your bottom line is
You might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want you living in here
Say you might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want your kind living in here
Aye, you might be a great doctor
You might be a great lawyer
You might possess the key to the city
Or maybe a politician
You might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want you living in here
Say you might have the cash but you
Can...not cash in your face
We dont want your kind living in here
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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The rotten fruits
Such a tempting fruit as she is,
With such an adamancy as hers,
She makes my lust of her fall sick
And leaves me, who move to rotten fruits.
Ho! By such acts that she conducts,
What happiness would she derive?
By such denials does she get
Her corporal urges met with?
The rotten fruits overwhelm the eaten ones.
27.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Part of our responsibility as parents, as adults, is to set examples for children. But we have to like children in order to be really happy fulfilled adults.
quote by Bobby McFerrin
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Birth-Death - A Diamante
Birth -
Bloody, new
Ripping, tearing, oozing
Babies, Children - adults, heathens
Crumbling, deteriorating, falling
Flat, rotten
Death
poem by Stacey Gibbs
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Money Fever!
There's a great disease spreading
It's coming to us
That's where it's heading
A man saw some money
He picked it up
And he went crazy
I don't understand how money could do this
Perhaps it is magical, I muse
It certainly does not bring bliss
I see crowds of the infected
They can't let go of the money
It's so heavily protected
Money fever
Do I have it? Will I ever catch it?
I hope that the answer is never
I look around me
Carefully avoiding anymore spare change
It might be deadly
I see a man let go of his money, he gives it to me
His eyes are normal
The others with the crazy eyes say he is crazy
I dropp the money on the floor
A crowd swarms my feet
And the cash is no more
It only affects humans
It must be a man made disease
It makes sense
The money is never used
Just held in hands
It makes me confused
It's everywhere
The scientists don't care for a solution
Money Fever
It's fatal in every case
A deadly wound
To heal with haste
poem by Bradley Dean
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Above all, though, children are linked to adults by the simple fact that they are in process of turning into them. For this they may be forgiven much. Children are bound to be inferior to adults, or there is no incentive to grow up.
quote by Philip Larkin
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