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by the way,
there is a difference between biting nails
and cutting them...
it is not the ball game that you see
when you bite your nails
it is the little child in you at that moment
when mama scolded you because you did not
following her instructions
to take the bath beside the well
at 4 o'clock in the morning
when you climb the balimbing tree instead
to pick some fruits
and you fell down
and injured your knee &
wounded the left side of your thigh
and you in fact
lost consciousness
and regained it only
in the hospital of that
little town
where your Papa was born
cutting the nails is another
it is not the hygiene that you have in your mind
it was what you did
that Monday night when you were so angry
at yourself
and on that Tuesday morning
while you were having
breakfast alone in your
condominium
you received the news
from the province that your
Mama passed away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pumping Water At The Old Well....
since there is no electricity
you pump water from the well,
it is still dark, and the chickens are still on the trees,
you sweat it out so you can have water in this village
memories keep flashing scene by scene
when you were once a young boy doing errands for mama
when you were ordered to take the morning bath
but you simply ignored it and climbed instead the balimbing tree
the branch gave way and there you fell
mama was hysterical as you lost consciousness
your memory stopped right there and then
you were always a disobedient boy and now a man
it seems that there is still no difference to speak of
and you remember someone wise enough to say that the child has always been the father of man
you pump more water and now you know what this really means.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Yes Mama
got you mama
yes mama
i must move on
above splinters
and tacks
and nails
yes mama
who knows
that at the end
of this darkness
is this tunnel
of light?
surprises of life
mama,
on a box
of chocolates
yes mama, life moves on
and i am
yes mama, all carried away
like that leaf
fallen from a tree
taken by the great river
of our lives...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Three Lowly Nails
Three lowly nails,
Changed the world for you and me
Three lowly nails,
Were used to attach Jesus to a tree
Three lowly nails,
In each hand and through His feet
Three lowly nails,
Set His people free
Three lowly nails,
Gave us a King for eternity
poem by David Kush
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God Bless This Child
Billie Holiday / Arthur Herzog Jr.
Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
He just worry 'bout nothin'
Cause he's got his own
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Opening Up To You
Opening up to you,
The night before,
red finger nails!
Dark finger nails!
White finger nails!
Blue finger nails!
To utter it out;
The thoughts of man,
The thoughts of woman,
The thoughts of a child! !
But, holding the torch and to touch you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Miss You Mama
(hendrix, pilson, parrish)
Morning comes
Still got you
On my mind
I just cant leave
These memories
Far behind
But mama
I just cant
Let you go
Theres so much
I would like
You to know
I miss you mama
And theres nothing I can do
I want to say I love you
I miss you mama
And I dont know what to do
But I know you feel it too
Yes, you do
Even though
There were days
That you cried
You always knew
I was there
By your side
And mama
Now we all
Must be strong
To let you know
That your love
Will carry on
I miss you mama
And theres nothing I can do
I wan to say I love you
I miss you mama
And I dont know what to do
But I know you feel it too
Oh, I miss you
When Im lost
Your spirit showed the way
And together well climb
Yes, well climb
I miss you mama
And theres nothing I can do
I want to say I love you
I miss you mama
And I dont know what to do
But I know you feel it too
I miss you mama
And theres nothing I can do
But I know you feel it too
Oh, I miss you
Oh, I want to say
I love you
I love you
song performed by by War And Peace
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That's All Right
Well that's all right mama,
That's all right for you.
Yeh that's all right mama,
Just anyway you do.
That's all right,
That's all right,
That's all right my mama,
Anyway you do.
Well mama she done told me,
Papa done told me too.
Son that gal you're fooling with,
She ain't no girl for you.
That's all right,
That's all right,
That's all right my mama,
Anyway you do.
I'm leaving town baby,
I'm leaving town for sure,
Then you won't be bothered
With me hanging round your door.
That's all right,
That's all right.
Yeh that's all right my mama,
Anyway you do.
Well that's all right mama,
Yeah that's all right for you.
That's all right mama,
Just anyway you do.
That's all right,
That's all right,
That's all right my mama,
Anyway you do.
Dee dee dee dee dee dee,
Da da dee dee dee,
Da da dee dee dee,
I need your loving.
That's all right.
Well that's all right my mama,
Anyway you do.
Yeh that's all right my mama,
Anyway you do.
song performed by by Beatles
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God Bless The Child
Billie holiday / arthur herzog jr.
Them thats got shall get
Them thats not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets dont ever make the grade
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own
Money, youve got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When youre gone, spending ends
They dont come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But dont take too much
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own
He just worry bout nothin
Cause hes got his own
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Cutting It Fine
The door swings open but you wont go it
You hate the movie that you havent seen
You couldnt see what I have in mind
I see you laughing but youre
Cutting it, cutting it fine
You never should have done those things to me
Theres one thread left tween you and history
And while our temperature is rising high
Im warning you that you are
Cutting it, cutting it fine
Cutting it, cutting it fine...
You gambled all on one important game
Now take the debt and dont complain
Your game was up, I saw it all the time
I saw that vice, girl, youre
Cutting it, cutting it fine
Your sole advisor watch out for yourself
You never listen to anyone else
You were the one who ignored the signs
Dancing on a fine line
Cutting it, cutting it fine
Cutting it, cutting it fine...
song performed by by Asia
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Tell Me Again
Tell me again papa,
Of how my life was taken, .
Tell me again papa of how reality was shaken.
Tell me again mama,
Of how my life ended.
Tell me again mama,
Of how my human instincts faded.
Tell me again papa,
Of how I took my true form.
tell me again papa,
About the blackness of the storm.
Tell me again mama,
Of how you teet sunk into my skin.
tell me again mama,
Of how I came to win.
Tell me again papa,
About the pain that gave me forever.
Tell me again pap,
Of how you made me so clever.
Tell me again mama,
Of all the time we have to share in our own empire.
tell me again mama,
Oh how I became a vampire.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Mama Said
Mama said see it through
Dont let the night put the bite on you
Take your time make your plan
Mama said son be your own best man
Mama said play it straight do what you like only do it up right
Take your time dont run wild
Mama said son youre my one man child
Mama didnt have that know-it-all-way
She lived by the book and she prayed every day
Never was a time when a rhythm or rhyme
Or the words of a song ever slipped her mind
Mama said go out there play at the game and you better play it fair
Make sure your song get sung
Mama said honey be your own big gun
Mama didnt care when I never came home
She learned how to cope with the end of the phone
Dad went away to his place in the sky
Mum said son he was a real good guy
Mama said see it through
Dont let the night put the bite on you
Take your time dont run wild
Mama said son youre my one man child
Mama didnt have that know-it-all-way
She lived by the book and she prayed every day
Never was a time when a rhythm or rhyme
Or the words of a song ever slipped her mind
Mama said see it through
Dont let the night put the bite on you
Take your time make your plan
Mama said son be your own best man
Mama said go out there play at the game and you better play it fair
Take your time dont run wild
Mama said son youre my one man child
Take your time dont run wild
Mama said son youre my one man child
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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My Sweet kittens
My sweet kittens
So young in heart
They cried for milk
So poor and feeble
Eyes filled with jerking tears
Mama cat left tnem alone in sphere
There eyes so red
Whole day they cried
A month ago
So young they are
In cruel world they were born
Mama cat them left with scorn
Papa cat has run away
Under the apple tree
Lying helplessly yelling
In heavy storm and rain
Looking frail lying miserably
Mama cat deserted them improperly
Looking for warm lap
Mama cat fed them
The days passed by
Sun and heat they cried so loud
All Pain i feel and grim i see
Mama cat obscured them in unfathomable sea
They moaned and moaned
The days gone by
Since their mama cat left
And now they sleep there
Wait to see their mama cat badly
Mama cat disposed them of severly
By
Shamim Ali
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God Bless The Child
Written by Billie Holiday
Then that's got shall get,
them that's not shall loose,
so the Bible said and it still is news.
Mama may have, papa may have,
but God bless the child that's got his own,
that's got his own.
Well the strong gets more,
while the weak ones fade,
empty pokets don't ever make the grade.
Mama may have, papa may have,
but God bless the child that's got his own,
that's got his own.
Money, you've got lots of friends
crowding round your door
when it's gone and spending ends
they don't come round no more
Rich relations give
crusts of bread and such
you can help yourself
but don't take too much
Mama may have, papa may have,
but God bless the child that's got his own,
that's got his own.
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Rock n Roll Is Music Now
Mama knows and papa knows
That rock n roll is music now
Babys been cutting his teeth on
Bo diddleys, Im a man, man
Listen to the wolfman howl
See the white man sailing his ship up on the sea
Watch the white man shackle
The black man to a tree
To the invader go the fruits of war
He misses home and his boots are sore
He has not got no roots no more
He comes for your gold
Watch out for your soul
Cause tennis shoes, and rhythm and blues
Are second generation
All across the nation, now
And mama knows, papa too
Rock n roll is music
Rock n roll is music, now
To the invader go the fruits of war
He misses home and his boots are sore
He has not got no roots no more
He comes for your gold
But watch out for your soul
Mama knows and papa knows
That rock n roll is music
Rock n roll is music, now
song performed by by James Taylor
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The little Kid
The little kid
Unaware of the social rules
Does whatever he likes
For him nothing is a rise and nothing is a fall
He does all
- The little kid -
Has an open mind
Lives with the rules of his own kind
Whenever he needs help
Does not ask but demand
If request does not work then with command
- The little kid -
Eating and sleeping are his foes
Mama and Papa are the friends of his foes
Papa diverts his mind
Mama makes him feed
Eating or sleeping is over
He forgives the mother and the father
- The little kid -
He gets up in the morning
Says to all 'good morning'
Looks at the toys that Mama cares and he plays
Looks at the shelves that Mama arranges
Remembers they were spread all over the floor last night
Brings back to the same orientation without wasting a minute
- The little Kid -
Its time for his play school
Mama struggles to get him ready
School dresses are bad
Forced dress up is sad
Somehow puts on the school shoes
Gets ready and goes
- The little Kid -
Comes back from school
Holds his toy gun and doll
Mama wants him to eat
Mama's success comes after a fight
- The little Kid -
Little away the little kid
All are concerned
All are bored
Struggle and fight gives happiness
Away the kid proves
- Thats the power of The little Kid -
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Kyrie, mass in c. k 427, Mozart
Papa is dead.
He is following mama.
His coffin is white
And shiny
Very much like
That of mama
In kyrie
The soprano
Sings for papa
In the church
For his last
Day today.
All seems to be white.
Pure, o they were
Purely in love
When they were
Alive, they always
Quarrel, papa kicks
Mama and mama
Bites him in return
They seem not to
Endure each other’s
Presence and each
Would want to
Kill each other.
Mama died first
And papa takes
Her picture and
Keeps it in his
Pocket and he
(mind you)
cries all night
papa loved mama
mama loved papa
after all.
Listen to the song
Of kyrie
Amadeus Mozart
A hymn for the
Dead who cannot endure
Each other when
They were once alive.
Until now, it is something
That I cannot understand.
I listen to kyrie
The soprano taking us to the tip of the mountain
Her human voice
Topping my puzzlement of it all
Why in death, why after death,
We realize the person that we miss
When he is gone, we say we love him most.
Papa loved mama after all
We loved papa after all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Red Ambulance
so that ambulance just went by
and if you were high
the flashing lights would be a show
red as the blood she spilled
red enough to let her go
she filled in the outlines with her nails
just as red as she
then there was a red circus, for sale
as she red as she would be
and the fire was just so
that the red blazes burned her eyes
i think it was the red that let her go
like the red from her eyes after a person cries
so red, so real, from wrist to lights
so red, everytime, even in the night
shes like the savior
or the sacrafice
her nails, or the nails of the cross?
was it it the cross on the red ambulance
with the red lights?
or was it the cross of the savior, the sacrifice
was it all red every night?
is this a remake or the living
from the wrists
on the nails
where the lights
on the ambulance
with the cross
of the savior
with the nails
on the wrists
in the ambulance
with the cross
of the savior
red from the nails
on the wrists
that lay in the ambulance
the flashing red lights
near the cross
of the savior?
the sacrifice?
in the wrists
red with nails
on the cross
of savior or the saved?
ambulance
or cross
the wrists
the nails
the lights
the ambulance
the cross
the savior
with all the red
poem by Kathryn Garner
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Thats All Right, Mama
(words & music by arthur crudup)
Well, thats all right, mama
Thats all right for you
Thats all right mama, just anyway you do
Well, thats all right, thats all right.
Thats all right now mama, anyway you do
Mama she done told me,
Papa done told me too
son, that gal your foolin with,
She aint no good for you
But, thats all right, thats all right.
Thats all right now mama, anyway you do
Im leaving town, baby
Im leaving town for sure
Well, then you wont be bothered with
Me hanging round your door
Well, thats all right, thats all right.
Thats all right now mama, anyway you do
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Mama's Little Angels
When mommy's around we're the cutest little darlings, polite...
We're squeaky clean
We do the chores in the house, as quiet as a mouse
Better kids you've never seen
Yes we are mama's little angels
Yes we are mama's little angels
You know we are mama's little angels
As soon as mom leaves for work
Out come the paint cans, start to spray it on the wall
That's getting boring
Go get the bats
Gonna have us some indoor ball
Yes we are mama's little angels
Yes we are mama's little angels
You know we are mama's little angels
Well, Randy's up to bat.
Gonna hit me a home run
Sorry 'bout that
Outside, ball one
We lost our ball, let's have some fun with the dishes
Oops, we ain't doin' too well
When mommy gets home, she won't blame it on us
She knows that we're really swell
Yes we are mama's little angels
Yes we are mama's little angels
You know we are mama's little angels
Yes we are mama's little angels
Yes we are mama's little angels
You know we are mama's little angels
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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I Don't Know
Monday morning is not Monday morning 'till Taylor has his coffee
Friday night is not Friday night 'till Jessie leaves the room sweaty
Tuesday morning is not Tuesday morning 'till Nick has his talk with his son
Thursday night is not Thursday night 'till Chris has sex with his bass
Come on to the Weekend
'Cause the Weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the Weekend
'Cause there's too much time bein' merrily nice guys
Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you cry all night
Wednesday early we fall into what I'll Phil-a-del-ph-i-a
Thursday morning is not Thursday morning 'till one of us says
How's your life
How's your life?
Yeah how's your life
How's your life?
Come on to the weekend
'Cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'Cause there's too much time to think and not much time to cry
Hold off 'till the weekend
'Cause the weekend we'll be high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'Cause we may look tired, but we'll get by
What if there were no more mama's boys
What if no one shared their humble appearance
What there were no consequences
What if there were no more arguments
Well that'd be a shame
And that'd be impossible
And you would be bored
'Cause you wouldn't want it any other way
Hold on 'till the weekend
'Cause the weekend I'll get by
Hold off 'till the weekend
'Cause we may look scared, but we're really nice guys
Hold off 'till the weekend
'Cause the weekend I'll get high
Hold off 'till the weekend
'Cause we may look strange but we surely will get by
What if there were no more mama's boys
What if we all had no thinking together
Would that be a shame...
And that'd be impossible
'Cause you would be bored
'Cause you wouldn't want it any other way
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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