I Have Seen Hatred In Your Eyes
I have seen hatred in your eyes,
Perhaps, you are seeing the same.
We are in front, we are not friend.
You may shot me dead now,
I can do that either....
They will box us up,
To send to our home.
Our parents will not shed tear,
As they are the parents of martyrs.
The bellicose war-mongers
Will sit to final their deal...
Our wives will weep silently,
Children' blank head may not feel,
They have become orphan!
Our scornful look will be dull,
Nothing to express, or to watch!
Love for our country will be
Celebrated with the bugle,
Guard of Honor, awards!
Let's show our love for our
Own respective countries! !
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
The children who neglect their parents will be cursed,
The Nature makes such children’s house a hellish dome,
They are lucky children who are blessed by their parents,
It is said that there is a heaven under the legs of mother,
The children love or not to their mother but she loves all,
She embraces good or bad children but she can’t smother,
Mother is habituated to pray to God for all their happiness,
A few children won’t love their parents but love their wives,
In old age parents are in need of only their children’s love,
Who devote God, adore parents will be happy in their lives,
Love of parents always comes to children from the sky above,
God bless those children who are blessed by their parents,
And God curse those children who are cursed by their parents.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Who Must Take Care of Old-aged Parents?
Which child will care for parents when old-aged?
Which child will show compassion and respect?
Which child will find the time to talk kind words?
Which child reciprocates their affection?
Gone are the days of joint family system!
Gone is the sense of values in people!
Gone are the times when blood was quite thicker!
Gone with the wind is honouring parents!
Have parents not showered love on children?
Have they not slogged to give them life's comforts?
Have they not nursed them whenev'r they fell ill?
Have they not done their duties to their kids?
The world today is selfish to the core;
Children just want the wealth of parents old;
None volunteer to tend to old parents;
Children show scarce love to their parents dear!
What has then come upon children today?
Who should take care of parents, elderly?
Should not one's children take care of parents?
Much love seems lost in families these days!
poem by John Celes
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When It Hurts Enough To Cry
When it hurts enough to cry,
Like when your parents give you up, and you don't know why.
Parents just like my own,
Didn't want anything to do with me, till I was grown.
Why do some parents give up their kids,
Do they ever regret later that they did?
My parents weren't there through the teen years,
Or seeing me graduate which brought me tears.
I hardly heard I love you son,
When growing up, I can't remember having any fun.
Something my dad said has always stuck in my head,
When I was five he said he wished I was dead.
Doesn't he know my heart was torn?
I never did ask to be born.
Parents are suppose to love their kids,
And it will show later what a good job they did.
They say you can't choose your mom or dad,
Cause if I could I wouldn't be so sad.
But I always remember what Jesus said,
''Always love your mom and dad.''
poem by Roger Dodd
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Parents Vs Children
Things that i don't understand in this world is that why do some people
get into relationship, getting married, enjoying life and making love.
But when it comes to children or when they already have kids, they
could not accept their responsibilities as parents. They do have
regrets of having kids especially if the kids are naughty, giving problem
or giving them headaches. They always beating, shouting, saying bad words to the kids saying wish you never exist, wish you never been born.
Instead of being calm, giving advice, doing good things which would make their children happy and be proud to have good parents.
Instead of thinking good ideas which would make them close to each other
.
Child is a child, they need more time with their parents. They need
attention, care, and love. Children are curious to everything, they need
to know antyhing as part of growing up. They need the guidance of
parents, but what I see nowadays is different. Parents just give material things to show their love for their kids.
Some parents just go out to parties, shopping, prefer to hang out with their friends rather than their kids. Then they just leave the children
to the nannies/babysitter.
Parents make their children be far from them instead children to get
close to the nannies who always there for them and give the love to the children. Parents must be a role model for the children, but what i see
now is that children do as what their parents do, they become more liberated.
There are also some parents who give up for their children. Some choose their own happiness, they don't like to stay at home with their kids. especially if thier husband dont have time for them too. the tendency, both couple would have a problem that result to divorce.
Where is the love that they shared? where is the promises and vows they had?
poem by Judith Kempis
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The Sins of the Parents
History has shown us
just how damaging it is for the child
of a parent who has been badly brought up
The circle has to be broken
The cruelty has to stop
for if not stopped now then each generation
will needlessly have to suffer the same fate
as the generation before overpowers the now
Fathers are by far the worst
victims of their own Father before
The old fashioned beatings and violence
the struggle to show emotion
The jealousy of the love his wife and children share
The taunting of daughters
Fear is the key to the problem
freeing the masculine soul from self rejection
Healing his mind from his past
and opening his eyes to the present
Children suffering
Wife in pain trying to appear brave
over compensation with gifts to their offspring
to divert pain
Children learning that material items ease the pain
Children closing their hearts to protect themselves
The cycle cannot end without fixing the problem NOW
Pull together parents of today and educate your sons
Show them it’s ok to cry and to feel emotions
Show them love show them compassion
Show them it is OK to love freely and without violence
For tomorrow they will be the lovers of wives
and the Fathers of their children
They will form the pattern for future generations
that will become the parents of tomorrow
break the pattern and save our world
Remember
The sins of the Parents fall on the Child
poem by Janice M Pickett
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Sonnet: Home, Sweet Home!
A model-home has vanished in a trice!
Its members were united for long years;
The family had been kept free of vice;
The children studied without any fears.
The family looks shattered ’yond repair;
Each sibling lives a selfish life unknown;
A phone-message amidst them is so rare!
The bond of love that parents gave is gone.
An exemplary family seems lost;
The parental influences were great;
The bond of harmony is now a ghost;
‘’Tis all our making and not any fate!
When parents live, a home is truly home;
With parents dead, inmates share hatred-worm!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-8-2006
poem by John Celes
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Children's role after you:
Birthday: parents to children;
Death anniversary: children to parents;
Marriage: parents for children;
Funeral: children for parents;
Others for these have no right;
Others for these are unfit.
Parents must have these in mind
When they write the will.
15.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Upon The Disobedient Child
Children become, while little, our delights!
When they grow bigger, they begin to fright's.
Their sinful nature prompts them to rebel,
And to delight in paths that lead to hell.
Their parents' love and care they overlook,
As if relation had them quite forsook.
They take the counsels of the wanton's, rather
Than the most grave instructions of a father.
They reckon parents ought to do for them,
Though they the fifth commandment do contemn;
They snap and snarl if parents them control,
Though but in things most hurtful to the soul.
They reckon they are masters, and that we
Who parents are, should to them subject be!
If parents fain would have a hand in choosing,
The children have a heart will in refusing.
They'll by wrong doings, under parents gather,
And say it is no sin to rob a father.
They'll jostle parents out of place and power,
They'll make themselves the head, and them devour.
How many children, by becoming head,
Have brought their parents to a piece of bread!
Thus they who, at the first, were parents joy,
Turn that to bitterness, themselves destroy.
But, wretched child, how canst thou thus requite
Thy aged parents, for that great delight
They took in thee, when thou, as helpless, lay
In their indulgent bosoms day by day?
Thy mother, long before she brought thee forth,
Took care thou shouldst want neither food nor cloth.
Thy father glad was at his very heart,
Had he to thee a portion to impart.
Comfort they promised themselves in thee,
But thou, it seems, to them a grief wilt be.
How oft, how willingly brake they their sleep,
If thou, their bantling, didst but winch or weep.
Their love to thee was such they could have giv'n,
That thou mightst live, almost their part of heav'n.
But now, behold how they rewarded are!
For their indulgent love and tender care;
All is forgot, this love he doth despise.
They brought this bird up to pick out their eyes.
poem by John Bunyan
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In remembrance of a friend…
Another anniversary, birthday or just a day
celebrated with an empty chair
And a silent tear shed
For those no longer there
Be they brother, lover or just a friend
Their memory lives on with every story told
And every tear dropp shed
So dry your tears and hold your head with pride
Even though the hurt you feel so deep inside
My never end, It will soften with time
And the comfort of a friend
JPM © 1/6/10
The De Facto Orphan
THE DE FACTO ORPHAN
I have lot of kith and kin
And sadly, living parents
Yet, I lived a life, full of pains
Lonely, as that of an hapless orphan
My boyhood days in the dark boarding halls
Youthful phase was spent in a disciplined hostel
Parents were prompt in paying the mess- bills
As an unfailing donor servicing the cause of or an orphan
They never knew the times I wept
Nor the nights that went unspent
Like a soldier coming home on an annual warrant
I returned to the ‘barracks' with moods so silent
Politely signing on the dotted- lines of the reports of progress
Duties of my parents ended there itself
Inwardly I am sick, in search of love, affection and parental caress
Banished from the family web, I prefer to be listed as an ORPHAN
Louis Santhana
poem by Santhana Louis
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You Aimed Your Gun at Me
You aimed your gun at me,
I also did the same.
Who will first be shot?
It's a deadly game.
No, I fear I may die soon,
You may not go back home.
The shell may tear our bodies,
And turn it into loam!
War-mongers will hold meeting,
With the arms-sellers.
They make us Pawns for the Front,
We fight and use their arms.
Their sons enjoy the creams of life,
They don't get fights indeed.
Ours will be orphans if,
None is there to feed.
Let us leave our guns now,
Let us love our lives.
No hatred my dear Pal,
Good wish always thrives.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher
Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher
Parents are the builder of children’s characters and minds,
The mother won’t be a fighter but should be a well preacher,
If she is an illiterate she must carry her children to tuition,
Howsoever the mother should educate their children first,
And she should send her children to school daily and regularly,
Teachers are not blamed not to fulfil children’s educational thirst,
Both the parents and teachers should make them the best citizens,
As we can’t work with one hand likewise we can’t walk with one leg,
Hence, parents and teachers are the same faces of the same coin,
If parents and teachers do them careless they suffer in life to beg,
Do well and have well it is said to see your own profit in life or ruin,
That is why parents and teachers are the best artists of the child,
If an art is spoilt the statue of the child looks like an ugly and a wild.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Wholeheartedly
Wholeheartedly, old, yowl, drew, tree, three, hate, lad;
Children, obey your parents in Yahweh;
That it may be well with you,
And that, you may live long on this earth.
Wholeheartedly, whole, hole, woe, where, he, rate, lead;
With instructions in the land of your muse,
But try to be very obedient to all!
Wholeheartedly, heart, dear, read, red, ear, year, ware;
With peace and love in the land of joy!
Children, obey your parents in Yahweh.
Wholeheartedly, are, weed, wed, late, date, wear, doll;
With songs of love and works of peace,
But, try to be very obedient to all in this life.
Wholeheartedly, hold, told, wheat, war, raw, draw;
And like the muse of your love in the land of the living!
Children, obey your parents in Yahweh.
Wholeheartedly, hoe, heat, het, her, had, head, well, led;
And like your works as seen by all!
But, try to be very obedient to the people around you.
Wholeheartedly, lay, ray, tray, day, at, deer, reed, tear;
And like the joy of your muse with others at home! !
But children, try to obey your parents.
Wholeheartedly, heed, heard, world, word, rod, era, rode;
With the muse of the world and the works of your love,
But try to obey others in the land of your muse.
Wholeheartedly, toe, doe, do, to, hare, here, thread, art, thee;
Learn from the right people always to motivate yourselves!
For life is full of laws which are needed by all of us.
Wholeheartedly, yard, hew, threw, low, rat, yell, tar, how?
And like the sweet songs of the lovely birds up high! !
But children, try to obey your parents.
Instruction,
Entreaty,
Boldly,
Obligation;
Children, obey your parents!
And, honour your father and your mother.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Parents vs children, children vs parents.
So many family is divided,
Parents against children agitated,
On the other side the kids do not approve them,
Criticizing, judging for every happenings and problem.
Many child blames the parents for numberless reason,
They oppose the strong, the weak and ready to abandon,
Many times parents are dictators, keeping the kid in slavery,
Neither of them is an angel, which is an irony.
Would be lovely if children would keep the commandment,
Respecting, understanding & loving the parents every moment,
Then, maybe they would receive that treatment too,
When they become parents & only justice they would do.
Mankind is teaching about peace, love and respect,
In this moment there is neither effect,
Oh parents and children when do you understand at last?
Learn to love and respect each other and forgive that bloody past.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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No one jumped, all were pushed
Those children wonder why
Why their parents seem to die
Each day they lose some life
And each day those children cry
.
Those mothers they weep
Those fathers they hold the heart that leaks
And those children they are what this world seeks
Because those children aren’t weak
.
The children they sit and watch
They watch their parents being eaten
The world they deem to be a place where everyone can be free
But, when they touch the street they only feel tension and heat
.
This world it burns
And this world it will eat
This world will be
What breaks your beauty
.
Growing up they will see
That no one wanted to fall down
No one wanted to let go
No one jumped they all stood only weak*
.
Trying to stand up straight
Trying to fight with faith
Trying to beat the world
But, only to pushed over and never found
.
Those children they sit and watch
And they in time become the weak*
They stand on the cliff
And just let the world push it’s the only way of becoming free*
poem by Victoria Martinez
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When the Parents Refuse to Come Home
When the parents refuse to come home
The children sleep beneath the babysitter’s skirt.
She will eat you out of house and home.
When the parents refuse to come home
The children shall set the house on fire,
And the babysitter shall save the family pet
That is content to be hand fed at the breast.
This night the parents are outside the loop,
They are out for a night on the town to renew their bound without the incessant want of children who shall burn the house down for attention.
The babysitter is watching TV under the blaze of the burning house where the family pet snicks beneath the smoke colleted by the ceiling.
When the parents stay out all night the children are discontented with the babysitter who have no time for children, she rather babysat the TV.
The babysitter refuse to pay taxes on her earning, she have parked the children in their beds where they learn the art of conversation from the TV.
The parents are having fun while the children are safe in the dream shatter of the right brain telling midnight stories of the day’s doings and the babysitter has invited her boy friend over for the night and he will eat you out of house and home while in their dream the children are buring the house down.
When the parents dance the night away in the night club the children are dreaming of the violent of the babysitter who eat the last of the pot roast left over from dinner.
When the parents refuse to come home the babysitter is contemplating the meaning of death and dying in the burning house.
The babysitter will grow up to become a parent and she will hire a babysitter when she go out to dance the night away as her children burn the house down.
poem by David E. Patton
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Let Children Be Children For Once
Let children be children for once
By leting them play
Where is safe
And by leting them know
That you will protect them always
Because you are their parents
Let children be children for once
By allowing them to show their love for you
Because you are their parents
And please tell your children that you love them
Because that is what they want to hear
From you
poem by Aldo Kraas
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To keep the bond
Parents spend on children,
And children, on parents later.
These are not debts.
Parents scold children,
And children, parents later.
These are not scars.
Roots and shoots together
Have thetr Profit and Loss Account.
23.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Martyrs!
martyrs...
silently trudging head down
to the promised land.
familiar?
a neighbor, a forgotten uncle,
the stranger you saw on the corner;
the faces...
bombing victims in the Middle East,
hungry children on foreign soils,
the kid picked up for looking suspicious.
the bullied kid that hung himself,
the family living in the backseat
of a car in Florida.
the tired eyed man standing
in the unemployment line.
the protesters, and the cops
with pepper spray and clubs...
the face of the young boy taken
from his drug addict parents...
bodies and faces,
souls wrapped in dirty flesh.
silently trudging,
martyrs!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Shot Of Love
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Dont need a shot of heroin to kill my disease,
Dont need a shot of turpentine, only bring me to my knees,
Dont need a shot of codeine to help me to repent,
Dont need a shot of whiskey, help me be president.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Doctor, can you hear me? I need some medicaid.
I seen the kingdoms of the world and its makin me feel afraid.
What I got aint painful, its just bound to kill me dead
Like the men that followed jesus when they put a price upon his head.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
I dont need no alibi when Im spending time with you.
Ive heard all of them rumors and you have heard em too.
Dont show me no picture show or give me no book to read,
It dont satisfy the hurt inside nor the habit that it feeds.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Why would I want to take your life?
Youve only murdered my father, raped his wife,
Tattooed my babies with a poison pen,
Mocked my god, humiliated my friends.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
Dont wanna be with nobody tonight veronica not around nowhere,
Mavis just aint right.
Theres a man that hates me and hes swift, smooth and near,
Am I supposed to set back and wait until hes here?
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Dont even feel like crossing the street and my car aint actin right.
Called home, everybody seemed to have moved away.
My conscience is beginning to bother me today.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love.
If youre a doctor, I need a shot of love.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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