Poem Of Child 2
I played with dogs and cats at home,
cows and buffalo in the shed,
But strange was when
I played with my friends,
Animals played with me for play's sake,
Enjoying game well,
But when my friends played,
Each game ended in arguments,
This made me to think,
How sincere are animals,
Adjustable and loving they are,
Never care for little pain,
Unlike me and my friends,
Not playing,
only fighting to prove,
superiority on one another!
In science class when teacher told,
Men too are animals,
Stunned I went home weeping,
complaining my mother about teacher,
My mind was not ready to agree this,
But learnt a lot,
now I weep with animals
saying stories of men!
Looking at the trees and plants,
Bathing with hot water,
sleeping under blankets,
Compassionately I thought,
Next day poured hot water on plants,
Covered them with blankets at night
I was satisfied with what I did
when others laughed at me!
my childhood was so good,
Everytime I wanted to good,
But only good enough to make others laugh
listening to radio,
I wonder who sang in it,
Seeing at the light and lamp,
I imagined oil come through wires,
looking at the globe and atlas,
I asked my father,
Is world look like this,
If then,
are we in a cage of Latitudes and longitudes,
My questions were ridiculous,
but not my curiosity to learn!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Animals
I know what I need I need you
I cant see nothin else all I can see is you
I dont care what they say about my state of mind
I know whats good for me and you are just my kind
We are animals we are animals we are animals we are animals
I know what I want I want you
Shed your cloths forget your codes
You know this is nothing new
I smell your scent I taste your sweat
I feel this passion too
Lets trust our senses not our minds
Lets break all the rules
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
Come with me run with me leave this world behind
Come to me come with me I know that we will find
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
(m.charlton)
Copyright 1989 elgin music
song performed by by Nazareth
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The Water Ways
The Water Ways
By Lori Triggs
Copyrighted June 14,2007
Earth was here first…
The rivers, lakes, creeks and oceans was born…
So the water was plangent in the crevices on the earth…
Than the plants with trees was rebirth…
Now came the dinosaurs that lasted millions of years…
Than came the volcanoes that wipe them out…
The reptiles came and still here on a slow decline…
So the mammals with the fish been around for centuries,
But for how long can we say…
Animals with birds been around since dooms day….
You notice they slowly diminishing…
Humans was put on earth last…
They consume in excess in
Water, plants, trees,
Reptiles, mammals, fish,
Animals & birds for money, food even to make a profit call greed…
Human have did toxics
The water with the lands around the earth…
So have they did with reptiles, mammals, fish, animals and birds…
You notice they slowly diminishing…
Humans they are in abounded…
They never die out only cause more harm than good…
They where put on earth by mistake…
So they should be the first to go…
Only one dropp of water…
The ground dried up so no water
Is their a plant or tree to spear to see…
Not a reptile to be seen…
The mammals with fish vanished…
So now the animals and birds are gone…
All is now is dying humans…
Died for excess wasting the earth away.
poem by Lori Triggs
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To save is to destruct
Protect the animals-
Save the birds-
There is a cry all over.
We live on animals and plants.
Animals live too likewise.
If all are saved,
Where is space to grow
more and more plants
to the undying animal kingdom?
23.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lame Game
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!
And lame it will stay everyday!
'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Play Entirely By Yourself
You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?
You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
At first I thought you were sincere and honest.
I did not suspect you to be,
Someone who played with others emotionally.
I did not detect this from you at all.
Until you would say disrespectful things,
When I would think of you and place a telephone call.
I did not suspect you to be,
Insensitive and distant when you chose to be.
And had no regard for the feelings of others...
Until I caught you embellishing,
Something you did for someone claimed...
When I was the one who did it,
And you didn't mention me by name.
You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?
Or is it that you are that experienced,
And the game you play and have created...
Only to you when implemented makes sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Is Who
water you are the motor of nature.who are the clouds without you.who is snow without you. Water you are motor of nature.plants need you for them to stay alive.yes animals need plants to stay alive, but who will stay alive without water. water the engine of life.look the sahara she has lost all her plants and animals she needs water to live again.
poem by George mwandu
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The Oldest Game Played
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Initiating disturbances,
And claiming to be victimized...
Is decreasing in its effectiveness.
People finally are opening their eyes.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
They begin with pretense to befriend someone.
Like the smile of a demon,
To ensure its welcome.
And then to make claims...
Of something despicable the innocent one has done,
To then defame and assassinate good character...
With a perception that success,
Is soon to be won!
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
Those 'Woe is me I don't know what happened' facades...
Are being stripped away for what they are.
Those who deceive and lie,
With pity party invitations...
Have devastated friendships and relationships,
Behind masqueraded false faces.
The oldest game played,
Is coming to an end.
And those who have played it,
Are being exposed for perpetuating them.
'Why would they lie like that?
Deceive and create conflict? '
~What is it that you have they might perceive,
As a value to them? ~
'Well...
Nothing I haven't with them shared.'
~They did not want it shared!
They wanted it theirs.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Industrial Estate
I walk through the fields laden with life,
There are flowers, bushes and trees,
They show no signs of stress or of strife,
There's wonder in the birds and bees.
The deer roam free while the fox cubs play,
The voles and mice are at rest,
An eagle overhead blocks the sunshine's ray,
This is truly how beauty's expressed.
At one with nature is how we should live,
We all have a right to survive,
Being cruel to others is hard to forgive,
Why don't we let animals thrive?
I've come back home after a long time gone,
To see where I ventured and played,
The wildlife habitat has been withdrawn,
All those animals have now been betrayed.
We cannot complain when we're overrun,
By animals seeking shelter from above,
We've stolen their land when all's said and done,
Without mercy they've been given the shove.
Where can they go when we steal their land?
The fact is we don't really care,
The way we treat animals is so underhand,
They've no time or chance to prepare.
Like us they'll try their best to exist,
Though they're living in constant fear,
Their right to live is being dismissed,
Take action now or they'll all disappear.
Those beautiful fields that I once knew,
All the animals have been left to their fate,
From their old habitat the pollution will spew,
As it's now,
‘' An Industrial Estate ‘'
Imaginary Friend
I had an imaginary friend.
He came to me alone.
He smiled as though he knew me well
but to me he was unknown.
My father was upset with me.
My mom said 'Let her be.'
And so my friend who played with me,
no one else could see.
In my room I'd wait for him
and when he did appear
I asked him where he came from?
He told me very near.
I asked him what his name was?
He said 'You pick a name.'
I chose the name 'Invisible'
and then we played a game.
'Now you see me. Soon you won't
but don't you worry when you don't
'Cause imaginary friends don't ever last.
They leave and go away.
Just try and remember the fun we had
forever and a day.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Follow The Leader
Remember the game we used to play?
We played while in school.
We played it with friends.
It was called 'Follow The Leader'
The leader would show you the way.
We followed along and did what he did.
He jumped. We jumped.
He clapped. We clapped.
He ran. We ran.
He snapped. We snapped.
And as you followed you knew
you were still in the game but then grew.
You stopped the game or did you?
Are you still a follower in all you do?
Some are born leaders and some are not.
So now what we have is a sorry lot
of folks leadin' the way
into deceit and moral decay.
It's time to wake up.
Get off the bandwagon
with its popular way to go.
That childhood game of 'Follow The Leader'
will never allow you to grow.
I've never believed in following the leader.
It's a dangerous thing to do.
For the road they are taking and traveling
may not be good to pursue.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Plants grow for all.
Man grows on plants and animals.
Animals grow on plants and animals.
Germs grow on all the three.
Plants grow for all the three.
10.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Condoning
Treat me kindly than condoning me,
For what you really love is in the world!
And like the words of your teacher who left you last night.
Plants, water, air, animals, mankind;
What one person values will not be valued by the others!
Because all the fingers are not equal! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Eden Still Existent
New Zealand
South Island
West Coast
tropical rain forest
sacred images fuse soul
under canopy of life
Eden still existent
living temple of life
flowers in eye heart
breath embrace atmosphere
sight embrace vision horizons
touch ecosystem life non-life
sunlight wind kiss water soil
light water soil nutrients bless
plants into new sprouting life
lakes rivers landscapes
everything is connected life
water; water temperature
plants animals inhale air
light soil water work together
balance life elements least
plants die algae plants
produce oxygen produce fibre
feed herbivores omnivores
energy soil sunlight water
plants produce filter air
produce diverse vegetation
their plant bodies foods
animals herbivores feast eat
plants omnivores feast eat
plants animals both eaten
carnivores eat herbivores
sometimes other carnivores
webs of life interlock creation
decomposers break down dead
planets animals into elements
organic materials waste recycled
back into life nurturing womb soil
energy sunlight kiss soil water
interlocked ecosystems dance
cosmic creation life webs
strands of life sail cosmic winds
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You Have To Learn To Live Alone
We sleep together, close and warm
We calm each other through the storm
We set up home, but in a while
Were tempted by anothers smile
When its all played out
If the truth were known
You have to learn to live alone
We dance around the fading light
You hold me closer every night
You fell in love but I did not
But in the end youre all Ive got
When its all played out
When the truth is known
You have to learn to live alone
We fly around the world too fast
We cannot make one moment last
We love the crowd, we sing and play
We do it all, we get our way
When its all played out
When the bird has flown
You have to learn to live alone
When were all played out
If the truth were known
You have to learn to live alone
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Seven Days
(vs.1)
Ive been searching for someone
But never looked before my eyes
There you were to my surprise
It was so obviouse looking into your face
After playing a game of truth or dare
I wanted to stay at your place
I never thought that i
Would fall in love with you
But since the day we kissed
I knew it had to be you
I never thought we would be together
I cant believe I just made love to you
After all the things that weve been through
Now what are we gonna do
Ohh
(chorus)
Monday, a friend of mine
Tuesday, we played a game
Wednesday, you went away
Thursday, things werent the same
On friday, you came back
I wanted to kiss you
On saturday
On sunday we made love
Now what are we gonna do
(vs.2)
As much as i, I want you
I dont wanna wreck a friend
Ive already found in you
Ive been there before
And I cant ignore
How two friends became one
But walked away with none
I cannot risk a friend
But the love is so good
I gotta make a choice
I would if I could
I never thought we would be together
How can I address you
Hey lover? , hi friend!
How ya doin? , where ya been?
I gotta make a choice
(chorus)
(guitar plays: george benson)
On sunday we made sweet sweet love
Tuesday we played a game
But sunday we made love
Now what are we gonna do?
A friend of mine
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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Dinka, the good neighbours
Are the most peace-loving lions
Are the most war-loving lions
On the globe in past, present and future
If you’ are more peaceful animals
They are the most peaceful animals
If you more warlike animals
They are the most warlike animals
They love Caucasians, Negroes and Mongolians
But they hate cattle rushers of any race
They love all others animals
But they hate cattle eating animals
They love war like men love women
They hate war like mankind hate
Hunger/diseases/ thirsty
If you provocate /declare war on
They dance to the tune of the song
They don’t forget for million years
About a grudge/ war
Grudge doesn’t finish in their mind
War doesn’t woodworm
Children are borne for grudge
Be peaceful to them and they will be peaceful to you
Be violent to them and they will be violent to you
They like joking sport spears and run game with buffaloes, elephants etc.
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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The Beat
Were all going on a summer holiday
Vigilantes coming out to follow me.
Heard somebody say theyre out to collar me.
Anybody wanna swallow me?
It takes two to tumble. it takes two to tango.
Speak up; dont mumble if youre in the combo.
On the beat, on the beat.
Till a man comes along and he says,
have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
Though you never enjoy, such pleasure to employ.
See your friends in the state their in.
See your friends getting under their skin.
See your friends getting taken in.
Well, if you only knew the things you do to me.
Id do anything to confuse the enemy.
Theres only one thing wrong with you befriending me.
Take it easy. I think youre bending me.
Ive been a bad boy with the standard leader.
My neighbors revving up his vauxhall viva.
On the beat, on the upbeat.
Till a man comes along and he says,
have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
Though you never enjoy, such pleasure to employ.
See your friends walking down the street.
See your friends never quite complete.
See your friends getting under their feet.
Oh, I dont want to disease you,
But Im no good with machinery.
Oh, I dont wanna freeze you.
Stop looking at the scenry.
I keep thinking about your mother.
Oh, I dont wanna lick them.
I dont wanna be a lover.
I just wanna be your victim.
I dont go out much at night.
I dont go out much at all.
Did you think you were the only one
Who was waiting for a call
On the beat, on the upbeat.
Till a man comes along and he says,
have you been a good boy, never played with your toy?
Though you never enjoy, such pleasure to employ.
See your friends treat me like a stranger.
See your friends despite all the arrangements.
See your friends nothing here has changed.
Just the beat.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The Real Game
Uninvited frequent gluttonous guest,
Visited and picked up one by one,
The elder and younger of the family,
Making each time the house desolate.
When I was hardly three years old,
And nothing about painful death was told,
Played carefree with half dressed friends,
And ran around the big tree of acacia,
Staining with dust, mud and water dirty,
Made filthy my legs and arms, feet and face,
My grandmother would then give me a bath,
And I did weep, cryingly protested against,
The act of washing, making me neat.
She then mopped my body, wiped my eyes,
Doting upon me, she caressed my cheeks,
Embracing me she would often warm,
Titillate with the fingers frail and old,
Made me laugh to forget the cold,
She hid behind the door, under the cots,
Played hide and seek to make me please.
Ah! One morning she lay stiff, could not rise,
Then was dressed with the suit of cotton white,
As she would go on the journey long,
Gathered men, women, young and old,
Some wailed, some sniffed, some silent sat.
But played I with the friends of my age,
And ate yellow rice with the belly fill.
In the evening they shouldered the cot,
The procession advanced leaving me depressed,
Turned the corner, with the sacred chorus.
I stood stunned in the middle of the yard,
Staring to the street, questioning the walls,
“Why had they not taken me along? ”
At night I cried aloud when I found,
An empty bed laid in the deserted corner,
I sought under the cots, behind the doors,
Where she did hide, but could not find.
A pair of shoes, the clothes on cord,
Consoled me well, told me the truth,
Ah! The real game at last she had played.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Animal Farm
This world is big and wild and half insane
Take me where real animals are playing
Just a dirty old shack
Where the hound dogs bark
That we called our home
I want to be back there
Among the cats and dogs
And the pigs and the goats
On animal farm
My animal home
On animal farm
My animal home
While I lay my head upon my pillow
Little girl, come play beneath my window
Though shes far from home
She is free from harm
And she need not fear
She is by my side
And the sky is wide
So let the sun shine bright
On animal farm
My animal home
On animal farm
My animal home
Girl, its a hard, hard world, if it gets you down
Dreams often fade and die in a bad, bad world
Ill take you where real animals are playing
And people are real people not just playing
Its a quiet, quiet life
By a dirty old shack
That we called our home
I want to be back there
Among the cats and dogs
And the pigs and the goats
On animal farm
My animal home
On animal farm
My animal home
On animal farm
Animal farm
song performed by by Kinks
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Good Friend
My dog
Is my good friend...
my cat
Is my good friend...
Every wear...
Good friend is
Thear...
Theay all are
Human friends...
Theay all are
Not only wanted
At my love only...
Allways wanted...
Someting...
Some other thing...
But...
At my home...
My Dog...
My cat
Only wanted...
my love
A true love...
Theay are animals...
? ? ? ? ? ?
No..., it is my good friends...
At only for me...
You have how many
Good friend's.....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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