A deaf hears the Christmas tree cries
Where I send all these small gifts
And greeting cards?
Poor children scattered
All over the places
And no fixed address.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Children Go Where I Send You
Traditional
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you one by one,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you two by two,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you four by four,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for the hebrew children,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you six by six,
Six for the six that couldnt get fixed,
Five for the gospel preacher,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for the hebrew children,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, was born, born, born in bethlehem.
Children go where I send you,
How shall I send you?
Im gonna send you eight by eight,
Eight for the eight that stood at the gate,
Seven for the seven came down from heaven,
Six for the six that couldnt get fixed,
Five for the gospel preacher,
Four for the poor that stood at the door,
Three for the hebrew children,
Two for paul and silas,
One for the little biddy baby, one for the little biddy baby,
One for the little biddy baby. he was born, born,......
He was born in bethlehem.
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Children Should Not Have To Be Homeless
There are thousands of homeless children in Beijing in China though that is not suprising to hear
For where there is a huge population there is poverty too 'twould appear
And China to anywhere else is no different the rich getting richer they say
And just beyond the leafy suburb is the suburb of neglect and decay.
There are thousands of homeless children in New York though with that some may not agree
In America the great Land of commerce no such a thing as poverty?
But the facts of course will tell you differently and in a World of inequality
There too are children homeless and hungry in the so called Land of the free.
There are homeless children in London in England as well as in Paris in France
The poor children of the poor suburb in life they do not have a chance
Their parents in Jail for drug abuse they become the kids of the street
They search the rubbish bins for food in dark alleys and what others do throw out they eat.
There are homeless children in Sydney and Melbourne and anywhere else one might name
Though that does not seem to affect us we never reflect on our shame
That many should have to grow poorer for one to become a millionaire
In a truly egalatarian society would never be looked on as fair.
Children should not have to be homeless though born into abject poverty
They should not be punished for the sins of their parents so much for our humanity
And money to some all that matters and money is married to success
Whilst the children of the poor live homeless on the street of the No Fixed Address.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Small price to pay
Small price
Small price
Small price to pay
That all you say
Sending all the children to war
Tell us it will all be ok
Say they will come back two year this day
Small price to pay
They will be ok
They will be ok
Why is that all you say
You dig a pit in our hearts
Fill it up with lies
And seal it up
And seal it up
Why cant you tell us were they really are
Were they really are
Were they really are
If it a small price to pay
Send your children out in play
It that a price your willing to pay
Will you let your children stay
Our is that to big a price to pay
poem by Carlos Cardona
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Christmas Cards
Every year we send Christmas cards
And every year I ask myself:
Why do we send Xmas regards
To our friends who unlike ourselves
Hardly ever reciprocate?
The cost is not cheap I might add;
But my wife always steers me straight.
She says, “.you and I should be glad
To be blessed with so many friends.
A friend always transcends the cost
Of a card. Who cares if they send
Or not, or if their cards get lost
In the mail. The greatest pleasure
giving can never be measured.”
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Blessings to You on Christmas Eve
Fire gradually warms the room,
Writing Christmas cards to you,
Children by the small river singing with joy,
Christmas ornaments decorate the windows,
Close the door, ignite the warm candlelight,
Close your eyes and make a wish.
A Sweet Christmas Eve comes,
I wish to be the snow falling on your Christmas tree,
To send to you the first Christmas Blessing of the year,
Wishing you and your family, a grand Season ahead! Merry Christmas!
Everywhere snow is floating down and fires glow,
I hope I am the first to send Christmas wishes to you!
poem by Jane Liang
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Children On Christmas Morning
Jubilant children on Christmas morning
is a worthy and memorable spectacle to see,
with their faces flushed and eyes widened
staring at the gifts beneath the tinsel tree.
Such active and anxious children they seem
to be awed and breathless in seeing the sight,
speculating about the contents of each gift
beneath the evergreen's glowing lights.
All children are surprisingly amusing
as they go about their merry way,
while the living room rings with laughter
on this mystical glory of Christmas Day.
All ribbons unraveled, no box unopened,
gifts and wrappings scattered everywhere.
Still, the children remain thrilled and happy,
not a single worry nor a worldly care.
Christmas morning is special to all children
and the great joy and pleasure it always brings.
They are the reason for parental pride and love
and all of Christmas morning's adorable things.
There's always a bit of serene music in the air
that brings a pleasant smile on every child's face
as they hurriedly open their revered gifts
in the midst of the room's most storied place.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Small gifts go to places where men expect bigger ones.
A Sweetheart's Holiday
There'll always be a Valentine's Day
On the fourteenth of February of every year,
A day of festival romance and affection
And a Holiday for a sweetheart lovely and dear.
Special greeting cards are distributed
To friends and a sweetheart to keep in line.
Verses are embossed with tender thoughts,
But almost all say, ' Be My Valentine. '
The cards are adorned with satin, red ribbon
And white lace trimmings setting them apart
With a colorful and an attractive Valentine scene,
Or a cupid whose arrows pierce a heart.
Girls receive gifts of flowers or jewelry,
A large box of candy shaped like a heart,
Attending Valentine's Day dances and parties
With their favorite Valentine doing their part.
There'll always be a Valentine's Day
When the words of engagement are in the air,
And a sparkling diamond ring is placed on a finger -
A dream comes true - thanks for prayer.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Sunset Hill
(DickKellyMosleyRotheryTrewavas)
[The music for this song later became "The King Of Sunset Town"]
Everything to decide
It's time I came up with some answers before I can carry on
It's time I made my mind up before we can go along
And I thought it was so simple
And I knew that it could be so fine
I know that the places that everything comes
Rose beds scattered across the lawn
Like the squares at Waterloo
With the bayonets of thorns repelling
Small children in search of lost tennis balls
Seeing everything and giving their all
I used to be scared of heights
I used to get dizzy
I never felt safe with my feet on the ground
They said that up there the air would be clearer
They said more space and more room to breathe
Everything to the side
I knew that something would happen
It's better off than being alive
I knew the standards decline
I knew that we had to decide
All the places that all we'd ever seen
And the place that we thought about
And the road that you travel has never been seen
Rose beds scattered across the lawn
Like the squares of Waterloo
With the bayonets of thorns repelling
Small children in search of lost tennis balls
Giving everything and giving it all
I used to think everything was coming up roses
But I couldn't see the weeds that entangled my feet
I couldn't see the trees
'Cos my forest was burning
I couldn't see the bridges the fire in my eyes
They sold me the view from the hill
They sold me the view from the hill
They said that up there the air would be clearer
They said more space and more room to breathe
I used to be scared of heights
I used to get dizzy
They sold me t
song performed by by Marillion
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Still Life
O Children of my poor country!
Children with scattered traits of faces!
Children innocent since beginning!
Children sweeter than the ripe fruits!
Whenever I munch an entire loaf,
Your deficient bodies,
Undreamt dreams and callous world,
Make me shed tears of blood;
Trouble me from the core of my heart,
And envenom my each victual.
Alas! I could entrust to your delicate hands,
Such a quill which could write,
Sharper than a dagger,
And intents of the brutal could break
Into shards in an instant,
And could write your fate quite afresh.
O Children of my poor country!
Written by Sabina Riffat
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Children And Me
when they see me
alll the children address me
daddy daddy
grand daddy
come daddy daddy come
but ı have not a real child
though all the children are mine
I treat them like mine
aöm I SO OLD
ı SOMETİ MES SUSPECT
but nobody accepts
eldering easily
all living thing
never wants to get older...never
but am I so old
as when
chidren see me
address..
daddy...dady..daddy..
or grand daddy
what a wonderful sight
of a just walking baby
leaning towards me
from her mother bosom
when alll the children see me
they address me
daddy...daddy..dady.
or grand daddy
ı s there a secret relatı on
between the children and me
do you know
can you guess
and tell me
poem by Metin Sahin
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Gifts
These were just my gifts to you
from places deep inside
A diamond heart that flickers fire
Eyes fixed lazerly on you
Ears that lie in wait for your faintest russle
Arms as strong as armies minus any violence
Lips that love to breathe you in
As if you were my soul
poem by Boink Boink
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A Requisition to the Queen
Smiths Buildings No. 19
Patons Lane,
Dundee.
Sept the 6th. 1877.
Most August! Empress of India, and of great Britain the Queen,
I most humbly beg your pardon, hoping you will not think it mean
That a poor poet that lives in Dundee,
Would be so presumptous to write unto Thee
Most lovely Empress of India, and Englands generous Queen,
I send you an Address, I have written on Scotlands Bard,
Hoping that you will accept it, and not be with me to hard,
Nor fly into a rage, but be as Kind and Condescending
As to give me your Patronage
Beautiful Empress, of India, and Englands Gracious Queen,
I send you a Shakespearian Address written by me.
And I think if your Majesty reads it, right pleased you will be.
And my heart it will leap with joy, if it is patronized by Thee.
Most Mighty Empress, of India, and Englands beloved Queen,
Most Handsome to be Seen.
I wish you every Success.
And that heaven may you bless.
For your Kindness to the poor while they are in distress.
I hope the Lord will protect you while living
And hereafter when your Majesty is ... dead.
I hope the Lord above will place an eternal Crown! upon your Head.
I am your Gracious Majesty ever faithful to Thee,
William McGonagall, The Poor Poet,
That lives in Dundee.
poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Children Go Where I Send Thee
(Traditional - Arranged By McDonaldHarris)
Childern, go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two for paul and silas
One for the little bitty baby
Wrapped in swaddling clothing
That was born, born
Born in bethlehem
Childern, go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two for paul and silas
Three for the little bitty baby
Four for the hebrew children
Five for the gospel preachers
That was born, born
Born in bethlehem
Childern, go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two for paul and silas
Four for the four that stood at the door
Five for the gospel preachers
SI for the six that never got fixed
Seven for the seven that never got to heaven
Eight for the eight that stood at the gate
Nine for the nine all dressed so fine
Ten for the ten commandments
Eleven for the eleven riders
Twelve for the twelve apostles...
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Sons and Daughters
my poems are my children
sons and daughters
each with own characters
to travel to the far distance
to cheer up the world
places i never would
have chance to ever have fun in
treat them well if they do touch
your heart with their words
play with them, dance and
sing with them as these are his forte
words, rhythm and a sincere heart
his only means for friendship
if not, send them back to mel
send them back to me so that
i can hear from them all the
less than savoury adventures
they had in foreign shore
so that i can think about
putting more colours into
them or send them into another
land where there are more
appreciative souls
that like them
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Life
IT is not life upon Thy gifts to live,
But, to grow fixed with deeper roots in Thee;
And when the sun and shower their bounties give,
To send out thick-leaved limbs; a fruitful tree,
Whose green head meets the eye for many a mile,
Whose moss-grown arms their rigid branches rear,
And full-faced fruits their blushing welcome smile
As to its goodly shade our feet draw near;
Who tastes its gifts shall never hunger more,
For 'tis the Father spreads the pure repast,
Who, while we eat, renews the ready store,
Which at his bounteous board must ever last;
For none the bridegroom's supper shall attend,
Who will not hear and make his word their friend.
poem by Jones Very
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It Is Wonderful That There Are So Many Small Children In Israel
IT IS WONDERFUL THAT THERE ARE SO MANY SMALL CHILDREN IN ISRAEL
It is wonderful that there are so many small children in Israel
I see them everywhere and am happy when I see them.
Do they make up or compensate in some way for the million and one half Jewish children murdered a generation or two ago?
Nothing makes up for even one life lost
That we know.
But still seeing these children one invariably thinks of those other Jewish children-
I don't understand it at all-
It is wonderful that there are so many small children in Israel
Children are a great blessing and the hope of their parents and grandparents lives-
God Bless and protect these children
And let them never know the hatred the suffering the cruelty
Children no less innocent than them knew
A generation or two ago.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I ignore Hallmark Holidays. And this comes from a guy who has sold a million Opus greeting cards.
quote by Berke Breathed
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Happy Mother's Day
It's Mother's Day! It's here again!
My word, she will be glad!
So, come on, all you gentlemen,
Who celebrate with Dad!
It's time to cherish who she is
And what she means to you!
Perhaps with just a little kiss
With precious gifts brand new!
They may not be expensive rings
Or necklaces of gold,
But mothers have their own heartstrings
Of which you can take hold.
So give them precious greeting cards
With messages of joy
And sentiments of high regards
From every girl and boy.
For who are we without the ones
Who laboured long ago?
They granted life to smiling sons
And daughters as we know.
May God bless Mothers near or far!
God knows they need His love!
They need not wish upon a star,
Just pray to Him above...
Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2011.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Poor Sad Baby
Goodbye. Im bound away
On the morning plane.
Ill fly around the world,
Then Ill fly around again.
And when Ive been from egypt
To the snows of nome,
Poor sad baby, thats when
Ill be coming home.
Rose gardens in the rain
And castles in the snow,
Post cards from distant places
Are poor company I know,
But when old gay paree
Is just another town,
Poor sad baby, ill
Come home and settle down.
When Ive felt the friendship
Of a thousand hands,
When Im drunk with the music
From a thousand bands,
A thousand bands,
Ill dance the streets by moonlight
And the fields by day.
Perchance my jeans wont jingle
But the memry coins will stay.
Ill be a pauper queen,
A poorhouse millionaire.
Poor sad baby, ill
Bring you home a dream to share
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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