The unvarnished commoner's untold truth
He born to a helpless needy family
Anyway his parents bring him to a certain extent with a great difficulty.
He finds a part-time job and draws a lump sum earning
And later on he gets a devoted partner,
Hand in hand they walk onwards with their offspring
And in their dark shelter they breathe like others quietly.
He never studied politics but a handsome politician gives him a promise and takes his finger prints for a fairyland.
This off color skeletal innocent never sees a fairground until he reaches his nameless tomb.
Postscript
* I remember that my deceased loving mother who reminds us when the election comes nearer; 'Son, please hide that hairless broom in a corner, certainly the chalky candidate would bring us a new broom and he sweeps the kitchen well.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Brooms Witches And Mothers
Witches have broom's
When i a child
Mother's had broom's
Mother's ran with broom's
Mother's ran fast with broom's
I was a very swift boy
I had to run from many broom's
Sometimes mother would strike with broom
Therefore throwing herself of balance
As i ran i would laugh
Like a kookaburra
She would become a angry mother with broom
She would call for me to stop running
So she could give me her broom
I would keep running
For i did not like broom's
Witches like broom's
Mother's like broom's
poem by Allan James Saywell
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Deception
The lull in the dawn
Broken:
Bringing her
Smashing down to earth
Stretches herself in her bed
Hands and feet
Collide with tinned walls
This cacophony
Pulls her
Out of the bed
Chill is still there
Tightly wraps herself
With a tattered shawl
Sweeps the road
To be metalled
For a smooth walk
But herself hasn't
Taken a bath
Nor swept her floor
Throws glances
At smartly dressed
Satchel laden kids
Stops
Rests her had on the broom
Listens to their talk
Smiles
Till the broom pulls her back
Suddenly
Taken aback
Seeing the couple
Hand in hand
Pulls her hand from the broom
Looks at their smiling faces
They come
She looks
They cross
She looks
Away from her they move
She looks
Till she has lost their sight
Stretches herself
Again
A cacophony
And there she is
With the broom
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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I Am Not Your Broom
Now broom, you must now sweep for me
The dust it fills my room
No, john, I will not sweep for you
For I am not your broom
What nonsense are you speaking, broom
My words you must obey
Another life awaits me and
Im leaving you today
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
Ive had enough, Im throwing off
My chains of servitude
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
No longer must I sweep for you
For I am not your broom
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A new broom sweeps clean, but an old broom knows every corner.
Pantomime – Red Skelton and His Cat
The old man comes cautiously down
The stairs to the kitchen.
He takes the last step
That isn't there -
A bone shuddering stop.
Pausing, he searches the dark room
For the dangling light cord,
And moves toward
The center of the room -
Carefully.
It's unfortunate as the cat
Is discovered sitting in the middle of the floor.
As the old man steps on its tail,
It howls it great pain -
Startling the old man.
Finally, after groping the empty air,
He finds the cord.
Pulling it; he is
Blinded by the sudden light -
Causing him to cover his eyes.
Looking about the room.
He sees, in the corner,
The offended cat.
He ask for forgiveness -
Stoops to pet and caress.
He stands, with apparent pain,
Moves to the kitchen counter,
Sees a number of cans,
That must be cat food –
And selects one.
He shows the can to the cat;
Returns to the counter and
Taking a hand-cranked opener
He begins -
To open it with great difficulty.
Finally opened,
He places the lid on the counter,
Raises the can to his nose,
Smiles appreciately, bends and -
Offers the cat a smell.
Bracing his back he stands.
Takes a spoon,
From the counter,
And bends over the cat's dish. -
Placing a portion in the dish.
Pushing the cat away,
He adds a second helping.
Then, thinking he has
added too much, -
He spoons a bit back into the can.
Standing again with difficulty,
He straightens his back,
And once more sniffs the can.
Raises the spoon -
And takes a small bite.
Liking what he finds,
He turns his back to the cat,
And eats
All that remains -
Then wipes his mouth on his sleeve.
Guiltily he looks back at the cat,
Seeing there is liquid in the can,
He once again bends low
Over the cat and its dish -
And pours the remaining liquid into the cat's dish.
He stands,
Places a hand to his aching back,
Wipes his mouth on his sleeve,
Places the spoon and can on the counter -
And steps to the center of the room.
He pulls the light cord;
The room is dark.
From the darkness
You hear, -
'Good night and God Bless.'
poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
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Yes, I Will
I open my eyes I see your face
I cannot hide I cant erase
The way you make me feel inside
You complete me girl, thats why
Something about you makes me feel
Baby my heart wants to reveal
Im down on my knees, Im asking you
So these three words I wanna hear from you
Chorus:
Yes I will, take your hand and walk with you
Yes I will, so these three words I promise to
Yes I will, give you everything you need
And someday start a family with you
Yes I will, take your hand and walk with you
Yes I will, baby I promise to
Yes I will, give you everything you need
And someday start a family with you
Oh yes I will
This is no ordinary love
And I can never have enough
Of all the things youve given to me
My heart , my soul , my everything
Every night I thank you lord (I thank you lord)
For giving me the strength to love her more
And more each day I promise her
As long as I hear those three words
Chorus:
Yes I will, take your hand and walk with you
Yes I will, so these three words I promise to
Yes I will, give you everything you need
And someday start a family with you
Yes I will, take your hand and walk with you
Yes I will, baby I promise to
Yes I will, give you everything you need
And someday start a family with you
Bridge:
I stand beside you, in everything you do
Wherever you go, whatever you do
Baby Ill be there (oh baby I will be there)
As God as my witness
I will carry this through
Till death do us part, I promise to you
Chorus:
Yes I will, take your hand and walk with you
Yes I will, baby baby yes I promise to
Yes I will, give you everything you need
And start a family with you, baby
Yes I will
Yes I will
Yes I will, I promise you
Everythings gonna be all right
Its gonna be all right
I will
song performed by by Backstreet Boys
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A new broom sweeps clean, but an old broom knows the corners.
A new broom sweeps well, but the old broom knows all the corners.
Pick Up That Broom and Sweep, Boy
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
Nobody's peepin' on the way you sweep.
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
And you wont sleep,
If you don't eat.
So I suggest get off your seat...
Grab that broom and commence to sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
Nobody's peepin' on the way you sweep.
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
And you wont sleep,
If you don't eat.
So I suggest get off your seat...
Grab that broom and commence to sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
So don't try sneakin' tippy toe on your feet,
Across this floor because it creaks.
And when that happens...
My dog Pete,
Will do his best to sink his teeth.
Right into your funky meat.
And you'll go screamin down the street.
And I'll report you to the police.
Who will bring you back here...
Once again until you sweep.
And it you don't do it,
You'll join those who've been deleted!
'You better pick up that broom,
And sweep, boy! '
~I gotcha 'boy' ol'man! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Snakes and Ladders
It's really amazing that some relatives
They offer you the hand to bring up when you are in trouble.
But when you climb the steps gradually
They pull the ladder secretly.
* Be watchful my dear son on your walks
As there are some snakes under the grass.
[ Still I remember my deceased loving mother who whispers this phrase when she put us on the bed.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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New broom sweep clean, but de ole broom know de corner.
Life Of The Leaf
Colouring the seasons up and down,
and all around with green, red and brown,
on the end of the fingers of trees,
we dance together in the breeze,
going to and fro, always in a flap and a flutter,
whilst on the ground we block the gutter,
back to the soil which gave us birth,
decomposing upon nature’s earth.
During the seasons of summer and spring,
we suckle upon the light the sun does bring,
giving our grand mother tree,
some of Mother Nature’s energy,
absorbing her warm and loving kiss,
whilst giving you oxygen from photosynthesis,
for you see the air that you breathe,
is our gift to you, which you gladly receive.
Once we’ve died and settled upon the grass,
where the wind did come to pass,
you show us great respect,
by bending knee in genuflect,
with a broom or rake in hand,
you return us to the soil and sand,
so once again we can feed,
our mother tree, so she can seed,
and give birth to the next generation,
of leaves, who then dance in life’s celebration.
poem by Dale Mullock
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My Promise to You
I can't tell you
What the future will bring
But I can tell you
This one thing
I love you and I will always take good care of you
This is my promise to you
I mean this from my heart
Honest and true
Like a mama bear
You are my little cubs
The ones I am always thinking of
For you are a part of me
When I look into your eyes
I see a part of me
I promise to guide
You through every storm
For every achievement
That is ever born
I will be there to cheer you on
I will always be strong
Never will I ever let you see
A tear that I cry
I don't ever want you to
Worry or wonder why
You deserve the very best
And nothing less
God gave you to me
For that I am truly blessed
For all the joy that you bring
To my heart
So I will do my part
By making a promise to you
I will always take great care of you
This I promise you.
poem by Tameeka Smith
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Promise
Breakdown
I can't take this
I need somewhere to go
I need you
I'm so restless
I don't know what to do
Cuz we've had our rough times
Been fighting all night
And now we're just slippin away
So you'll give me this change
To make the wrongs right, to say
Don't, don't, don't walk away
I promise
I won't let you down (you down)
If you take my hand tonight
I promise
We'll be just fine
This time
If you take my hand tonight
If you take my hand tonight
Without you
I go through the motions
Without you
It's just not quite the same
Without you
I go through the motions
Without you
It's just not quite the same
Without you
I don't wanna go out
I just wanted to say
That I'm sick of these fights
I'll let you be right
If it stops you from running away
So just give me this chance
To make the wrongs right
To say
Don't, don't, don't walk away
I promise
I won't let you down (you down)
If you take my hand tonight
I promise
We'll be just fine
This time
If you take my hand tonight
Take my hand
Take my hand (I promise)
Take my hand (I promise)
Take my hand
I promise
I won't let you down (you down)
If you take my hand tonight
I promise
We'll be just fine
This time
If you take my hand tonight
If you take my hand tonight
I won't let you down
So take my hand tonight
song performed by by Simple Plan
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Mother Earth's Lullaby
My son will be a polite king in the near future,
A farthest poor country.
I am sure that you donate all the horses
To a zoo and travel in a public bus.
You leave the palace for home for the elders
And reside in a rented house.
You pawn your crown
And spend the wealth for the needy men.
Soon when other kings propose their daughters
Definitely you say ' I am sorry '.
And you choose an innocent farm lassie as your partner.
She gives you precious children and whatever you want.
And you never think of a harem.
You live the entire life in harmony.
One day you become old like others.
You catch illness as mild influenza
And it may leads to fatal.
Not to worry my son!
I keep you a place in my bosom
And sing this lullaby until you rest in peace.
* Dedication to my deceased loving mother Esme. My heart still laments for my
dearest poor mom! . You taught me to recite thousands of lullabies in your melancholy voice. ' A poet lives in every individual but some they do not aware'. I remember that you have written this phrase somewhere a long time ago.The only fault I see in your heart is the unlimited love.You gave me the hope to walk on this gravel road..........thank you very much Mom! I cry secretly thinking of you.
Please show me the way and advise me,
Where I have to start & finish this journey? I feel always that you are beside me. Mom! I am sorry, as I am helpless now.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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A Happy Ending
i cannot always be a new
broom that must sweep well
your old floors
please take note of this
i cannot always be your new
broom that must sweep well
your garbage floors
please take note of this
time will make me an old broom
and you my dirty and old floor
overladen with scratch papers and
pens with dried inks and litters
and crumpled newspapers and torn
fashion pages scattered on your rough
floors,
time makes me a old, dirty broom
and now, ruined and stained, we shall
stay together, we now belong to each
other
please take note of this happy ending.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's Almost Sunday Morning
In the summer of 1956,
any Saturday at midnight
when the moon was full
and the stars were bright,
you would see Grandma Groth
on her front-porch swing
waiting for her son, Clarence,
still a bachelor at 53,
to make it home
from the Blind Man's Pub
after another evening quaffing
steins of Heineken's.
Many times when I was young,
I'd be coming home at midnight
from another pub just steps behind
staggering Clarence.
I'd always let him walk ahead
and listen to him hum
'The Yellow Rose of Texas.'
But the last Saturday night
that Clarence and I came down the street,
I didn't see Grandma on her swing.
She wasn't waiting to berate him.
So far so good, I thought,
until, not far from his house,
Clarence fell into Mrs. Murphy's hedge.
When I finally got him up,
I moved him like a fridge on a dolly
down the walk and into his house
only to see Grandma, a wraith
in a hazy nightgown, swoop
into the hallway, screaming
and thrashing Clarence with her broom,
pausing only to tell me,
'Go home to your mother now
so you won't be late for Mass.
It's almost Sunday morning! '
After that sad night in 1956,
I never saw Clarence again,
either marching to work in the morning,
his lunch pail gallantly swinging,
or staggering home at midnight
from the Blind Man's Pub.
But many a midnight after that,
I'd be coming home
from the other pub,
lunch pail in hand,
and I'd see Grandma
reigning on her swing,
broom in hand,
waiting.
Tonight, however, many decades later,
as I stroll home at midnight,
I realize I'm older now than Clarence was
the night he disappeared
and even though Grandma's dead,
I can still see her regal on that swing,
broom in hand, waiting,
and so I give her a big wave,
hoping to hear one more time,
'Go home to your mother now
so you won't be late for Mass.
It's almost Sunday morning! '
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Bring em All In
Bring em all in, bringem all in, bring em all in,
Bring em all in, bring em all into my heart
Bring em all in, bring em all in, bring em all in
Bring em all in, bring em all into my heart
Bring the little fishes
Bring the sharks
Bring em from the brightness
Bring em from the dark
Bring em from the caverns
Bring em from the heights
Bring em from the shadows
Stand em in the light
Bring em out of purdah
Bring em out of store
Bring em out of hiding
Lay them at my door
Bring the unforgiven
song performed by by Waterboys
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What Makes A Man Hold On
By chuck sabatino and michael mcdonald
What makes a man
Believe in a brighter day
When his whole world is fallin apart
All promise is fading away
What does it take,
To turn his heart to stone
When hes got more than his share of riches
More than one life can hold
Sometimes it takes
More than weve got it seems
Something so close, so near
Even a blind man sees
If it takes a hand strong and mighty
To spin this world around
It takes the power of a womans sweet love
To make a man hold on
What makes a man
Hang his hope on someone
To bring the light out of darkness
Makes him believe a change is gonna come
Something inside that just wont let go
Something so simple, so sweet,
Even a fool would know
If it takes a hand strong and mighty
To spin this world around
It takes the power of a womans sweet love
To bring joy out of pain
To let sunshine through rain
To bring hope back to the heart
To bring together whats fallin apart
Shes got the kind of kisses
To make a weak man strong
Shes got the kind of love
To make a good man go wrong
Shes got what it takes
Shes got the power to make a man hold on
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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My Story
I was born in a year
Of a great depression,
.
My parents were born here
A life made of deprivation,
.
Dave, gave me my name;
By instructions of my mother
.
My mother told me all about
My runaway father,
.
My mother did her best
To bring me up better,
.
My mother told me
I would be a leader
- a speaker
- a fighter,
.
I left my mother' s home
To search for survival,
.
Sam said I have become
A great photographer,
.
I have a craving for the arts
And poems that don't rhyme.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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