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Street light
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Childrens play
Very happy...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Dog Friendship
Dog Play
At home...
With childrens...
Childrens also
Play with dog...
Dog is not
Children...
Childrens also
Not dog...
why playing...?
A friendship....
Ok...
Dog also your
Childrens friend....
You...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Our street light
there we would sit
under the street light
free from the dark
just you and me
having a laugh
talking bout the good times
talking bout the bad
however messed up our lives were
watever pain we were in
the street light would heal us and set us free again
it was our getaway
it was our thing
the street light brought us together
the street light brought us the end
i still remember that street light like that special glow you had my friend
the street light brought us fun
the street light brought us love
the street light brought us warmth as we lay and look at the stars above
i was happy under the street light
as i knew you were too
comforting each other was all we used to do
the street light may be faded
the street light may be dull
but lets just remember the street light kept us going strong!
poem by Brad Brown
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Against Current
I like to move against current
I want to play more around
I don’t like to just follow order
I like to place myself against current
I want to challenge how far I could go on
I don’t like to be lead without having any power
I like to be against current
I want to see the faces who passing me by
Even I should turn so far, even I should wait a little more time
I want to be free to do what I want, to follow my heart’s tell
Maybe I’m not always against current
Maybe it’s good and the right one
But I will never know what’s outside the flow
If I only let myself swept by current
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Precious As A Child
precious as a child
nothing should be
more precious
than a child
nothing should be more
contagious than a smille
of a child
nothing should be
more cared of
than a child
childrens innocence
so often shattered
childrens love
so often flouted
nothing should be more
of importance
than a child
nothing should be more
powerfully loved by us
than a child
childrens spontaneity
so often trampled on
childrens forgiveness
so often ignored
nothing should be more
cherished in this world
than a child
nothing should be more
hugged with affection
than a child
tell me stranger
what is more
beautiful and precious
than any dear child
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Miracles
Maurice white, jon lind, eddie del barrio & mary dastigues
Lets put the day aside
Let peaceful thoughts arise
May your dreams be sweet tonight
With kisses on your cheek and wings upon your feet
Oh chase the moon across the sky, close your eyes
Say goodnight to the sky
And the fun, day is done
Say goodnight, sail away little one
I know heaven can feel youre not far away
Tomorrow brings another day
One more thing to say
Before you dream away
Let it be reality
For all not just for some
Miracles can show the world
A story filled with light
All the world is waiting for a miracle thats visible
But you can see it all through childrens eyes
My heart speaks out to say
Before I go away
Oh, bless the child asleep tonight
Let the people see
The children hold the key
The earth will turn, the sun will rise, in their eyes
Visualize a perfect place, perfect space in your mind
Visualize rainbows end, in golden skies
I know heaven can feel youre not far away
Let it be reality
For all not just for some
Miracles can show the world
A story filled with light
All the world is waiting for a miracle thats visible
But you can see it all through childrens eyes
Sing a song, a childrens song
And carry on the light
All the world is waiting for a miracle thats visible
But you can see it all through childrens eyes
Hear the song, the childrens song
Tomorrows golden light
All the world is waiting for a miracle thats visible
But you can see it all through childrens eyes
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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childhood memories-May Day
I'ts May Day
All the coal carts and horses are
decked with flowers and streamers,
The carts line the street on each side
Waiting for the children to pour onto them,
Yelling and happy children, thrilled
To be taken for a ride,
Out of their tenement street,
To the countryside.
It is a bumpy ride, but no one cares,
This is a happy day in May.
When they foresake concrete street and back yard.
For countryside forest, burns, river and park.
Cake and lemonade is served
in bluebell woods.
And children are happily
collecting flowers, stones and insects.
For many happy hours.
Away they are from bounderies
Of life on a tenement street,
To run freely and happily,
Far from the hard stone concrete.
Of their everyday existence.
To play in streams of cool water,
To roll on the grass and the Land,
To smell the fresh air as they potter,
Around in the woods, this is grand.
That night as they sleep in their beds,
The children all dream of the day,
When its usual for them to play,
In the light, wind and warmth of the sun.
To feel grass not concrete under feet,
To breath air that is fresh, and not stale
From the factory stacks that prevail,
Everywhere around where they live.
Oh! What a heaven it will be,
For a time to come when they see,
Such a vision of life real for them,
So they sleep at await for that day.
That always will be like one in May
poem by Mary Mc Creath
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One Cannot Live One's Childrens' Lives For Them
ONE CANNOT LIVE ONE’S CHILDRENS’ LIVES FOR THEM
One cannot live one’s childrens’ lives for them-
Their pains are their pains-
Their disappointments their disappointments-
One cannot take them away
From every real hurt,
And make them live always
In Blessing Happiness Love.
One cannot live one’s childrens’ lives for them
Even their pain is their own
Though sometimes it hurts us so much
We do not feel the difference.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Face Ghost
You got it bad
You got it good
You saw the sun
Like I knew that you would
We gotta make this better
Gotta make this right
Aint no peace in the valley baby
til the darkness turns to light
Can you hear that childrens song?
Can you take me to that place?
High above the lamentation up on the desert plane
Do you hear that childrens song?
Can you take me there?
Lost in the maya
Overboard in the sea
There was void and then that water broke
Then something called me
Now a trip to the desert to look at the sky
Its like never-ending mirrors
Playin tricks on my eyes
Can you hear that childrens song?
Can you take me to that place?
High above the lamentation up on the desert plane
Do you hear the childrens song?
Can you take me there?
The face and ghost my guide
I must move on
Its the face of one ravaged by love
Its both dead and alive
You got it bad lover
No you got it good
You saw the sun
Like I knew that you would
In spite of my confusion
Up above all my pain
I gotta death-grip on this vision
Here we go again
The face and ghost my guide
I must move on
Its the face of one ravaged by love
Its both dead and alive
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Can you hear them singin?
Can you hear them singin?
Can you hear that childrens song?
Can you take me to that place?
Do you hear that pilgrims song?
Can you take me there?
song performed by by Live
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The Moody Blues 'Arrive' at The Falklands (2003)
When I was young and life was shiny and bright
I'd put on a record and turn out the light
Just to absorb the words that were said
As I lay transfixed on the top of my bed
There were eerie shadows cast into the night
By the little bulb of the stereo light
The fantastic sounds would explode into life
And I'd be gone into heaven without problems and strife
There were many sounds that I liked to play
But one in particular took my breath away
It forged my life with it's wonder and awe
My imagination ran wild, I couldn't believe what I saw
‘To Our Childrens Childrens Children' was the ultimate fuse
An epic created by ‘The Moody Blues'
The creation of life and the mystery of death
Just what is ‘life' like when you've taken your last breath?
Great memories so distant of times long ago
How the years have combined to stifle the glow
The experience of life in the following years
Has dulled the shine and increased the fears
But then one night in the depths of despair
I replayed the epic to fill out the air
Eight thousand miles and thirty years on
The CD ensured that the memories weren't gone
In the dark and alone as I laid down my head
I was transfixed once again on the top of my bed
I saw it again and I let out a grin
As The Moodies sang out - "You gotta make the journey out and in"…
poem by Stephen Price
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Chennai street
In india at
Chennai street's...
Hot to hotter...
Drink and come's...
Home at near...
'Male husbands'
Fighted...
For his wife's...
Mostely bad words...
Thear wife and childrens
Cry and woory
About inside the home...
Street on the way walkers
Simply see and enjoy
The drinker 'woddance...'
Did not woory for drinker
Shouted shouted...
Simply hot drink eneargy
That's all...
for chennai street's....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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On The Street
On the street
On the street
O, O, On the street
On the street
O, O, On the street
[Everybody dance]
[Watch for the difference]
On the street
{Breaking on broadway]
O, O, On the street
[Shaking on sunset strip]
On the street
[Like nobody booming supporting that]
Da, da, da, da, da ...
On the street
On the street
Dancing
On the street
On the street
Dancing
Dancing
On the street
On the street
[Twisting on the turnpipe]
Dancing
On the street
On the street
On the street ...
Da, da, da, da, ...
Dance on the street ...
song performed by by Madonna
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Mother Earth
Oh, mother earth,
With your fields of green
Once more laid down by the hungry hand
How long can you give and not receive
And feed this world ruled by greed
And feed this world ruled by greed.
Oh, ball of fire
In the summer sky
Your healing light, your parade of days
Are they betrayed by the men of power
Who hold this world in their changing hands
They hold the world in their changing hands.
Oh, freedom land
Can you let this go
Down to the streets where the numbers grow
Respect mother earth and her giving ways
Or trade away our childrens days
Or trade away our childrens days.
Respect mother earth and her giving ways
Or trade away our childrens days.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Street Fighting Man
Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy
cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy
Tell me what can a poor boy do
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy
cept for sing for a rock n roll band
cause in this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Well what else can a poor boy do?
Hey my name is called disturbance
Ill shout and scream, Ill kill the king, Ill rail at all his servants
Well what can a poor boy do
For sing for a rock n roll band
In this sleepy l.a. town
Theres just no place for
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
For a street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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That is play
Two dogs
Play
The foot ball
On the ground...
All are watching...
Play is
Not only at
Human part...
Dogs also
Play too
Very well
With a happy
Visitiors always
Very happy....
That is play...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Man Who Was Too Loud
Though le loved to rock and roll
All these many years
He cared about the old peoples
And little childrens ears
Though he was a guitar man
He reflected and he vowed
Never will I ever be
No neer, neer again
The man who was too loud
Johnnys not a poor man
No, he never gets him down
Now that he is free he is not proud
He dont need the power
Just to make a sound
He is not the man that he used to be
Oh, no, the man who was too loud
I will play softly
I will play softly
I will play softly now
cause I was the man who was too loud
Its not because he dont respect
The popular music style
You know I saw him open up
For the kind of the surf guitar
Do not think he does not like
The cheering of the crowd
No, he is glad that they came to see
The man who used to be
The man who was too loud
Johnny is a rich man
Yeah, he still gets around
He is glad to be the car who meowed
He dont need the power
Just to get his sound
He is not the man that he used to be
Oh no, the man who was too loud
I will play softly
I will play softly
I will play softly now
cause I was the man who was too loud
song performed by by Frank Black
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What makes me happy
What makes me happy is rain,
Heaven in little drops of liquid.
And darkness makes me happy,
Too happy...
Maybe it's because light hurts my eyes,
And I really hate light
Kansas makes me happy, land of my birth
Every time I see clouds, I am happy
So really I'm happy a lot
May these things make you happy
Every time you see the moon
Have a merry, merry Christmas
And good will to you
Perhaps you'll be happy
Please.please be happy
You will soon.
written 12/17/09
MERRY CHRISTMAS! ! !
poem by Abigail Allen
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The toys
Toys is
Childrens play
With crying...
With out crying...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Light O my Light - Original by Rabindranath Tagore
Light O my Light!
The world is full of Light!
Light has washed my eyesight!
I love the Light!
Light dances near my soul; Light is so cute!
Light makes sound of music in my heart’s lute!
Sky wakes up and wind blows!
Everyone laughs of course!
In the current of Light
Hundreds of butterflies sail themselves!
In the ripples of Light
All the creepers dance in God’s names!
There is gold in the clouds in this morning!
Countless gems are out there O the best King!
Even leaves are laughing!
Music overflowing!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Happy Independence Day
Blow up them firecrackers.
Light up the sky.
Because it's Happy Independence Day.
I've been meaning to say..
Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happ..
Happy Independence Day, Happy Independence Day.
Happy Independence Day.Happy Independence Day.
Sparklers glowing.Stars and stripes showing.
Nothing but happy people.Celebrating the Fourth Of July.
The birth of our country.The birth of our flag.
Because our founding fathers.Always wanted it this way.
Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happ..
Happy Independence Day.Happy Independence Day.
Happy Independence Day.Happy Independence Day.
Fifty stars and thirteen stripes.
The flag still flies.The American way.
Old Glory's the name.Old Glory's the same.
Join with the crowd, for the American dream.
So blow up them firecrackers.
Light up the sky.
Because it's Happy Independence Day.
I've been meaning to say.
Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happy, Happ..
Happy Independence Day.Happy Independence Day.
Happy Independence Day.Happy Independence Day.
Independence Day-Song Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2006,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
Note; This wonderful Song-Poem was written on the Fourth Of July,
in the year 2006..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Woman Of The Night
Ride along lady woman of the night
Looking for a place to go
Dancing on storm clouds
Hiding from the light
Looking for an easy joe
You just wanna play around
Searching for a higher ground
Walking every side street
Kicking up the leaves
Running from the pouring rain
Standing on the corners
Shaking from the cold
Only got yourself to blame
You just wanna play around
Searching for a higher ground
Someone who could
Make you happy
Someone who would care
Youve broken your life
Beyond repair
Youre reaching for every rainbow
Youre wondering why
Dont reach out for love
cause its a lie
Youve got your number on the wall
Of some deserted station hall
Is this your only claim to fame
Will you just play your waiting game
But you wont stop the things you do
Some night the evil get to you
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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