Remembering Mother
my mother was cool
like halo-halo
she was too private
and exclusive
to me. The rest about us
was always kept
as a secret.
When she died
she left me the sweetest
smile. The rest of my siblings
cried. Their faces broken.
They want to curse
and think that life is unfair
that God did not hear
their prayers.
I kept tradition. I wore my
tinted sunglasses
i shed no tears at all.
She told me God is fair.
She took pride of her love
for me. Always for me.
When her coffin was finally
laid, I smiled.
She found rest and
She is happy that I am
the only one
Who understood her.
My happy mother
I remember.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Halo
Bright light city
Youre her religion
Superstars in their own private movie
Play just like children
Lies that take her
Places shes never seen
The kiss and tell of it all
To her it seems so obscene
Shes so pretty
Her hair is a mess
We all love her
To that we confess
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
For their blindness
She sees much further
Like on a wide-screen viewing
Going down on her
Shes so pretty
Her hair is a mess
We all love her
To that we confess
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything
Halo, halo, halo, halo
Halo, halo, halo, halo
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything
She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything
For she has a halo
She has a halo
song performed by by Texas
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Halo
Bright light city
Youre her religion
Superstars in their own private movie
Play just like children
Lies that take her
Places shes never seen
The kiss and tell of it all
To her it seems so obscene
Shes so pretty
Her hair is a mess
We all love her
To that we confess
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
For their blindness
She sees much further
Like on a wide-screen viewing
Going down on her
Shes so pretty
Her hair is a mess
We all love her
To that we confess
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything
Halo, halo, halo, halo
Halo, halo, halo, halo
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything
She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything
For she has a halo
She has a halo
song performed by by Texas
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You Know That I Love You
Yesterday I was alone and Blue
My heart was heavy and then came you
Oh I can see that you were meant for me
Now I have found you, I'll never let you go
You know that I love you
I need you
You know that I'm caring, sharing
Everything I've got
Don't you know that I want you
I need you too
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
Many lovers they come and go
But your sweet loving lingers on and on
Oh I can feel, that this time it's for real
So hold me closer, and never let me go
You know that I love you
I need you
You know that I'm caring, sharing
Everything I've got
Don't you know that I want you
I need you too
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
Well your sweet love is all I need
Without you I just can't go on
You know that I love you
I need you
You know that I'm caring, sharing
Everything I've got
Don't you know that I want you
I need you too
And I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
I'll be happy with you for the rest of my life
I will be happy with you for the rest of my life
song performed by by Santana
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My mother’s lap
I opened my eyes
I found myself
In my mother’s lap
I cried, I played,
Laughed and smiled
In my mother’s lap
I grew older
But it was still mine
When tired, to rest
I climbed in the lap
When shy,
I hid my face
When hungry
She fed me in her lap
When sleepy
I used it as a bed
Warm and secure
Full of love
It was the coziest place
I could have
I am an old man
But never forget
The luxury
Of my mother’s lap
The most precious
Possession
I ever had
Tears flow from my eyes
Makes me nostalgic
Whenever I remember
My mother’s lap
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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First day
I see you found my underground
Help yourself to guns and ammo
Nothing here has ever seen the light of day
I leave it in my head
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
You'll remember me, for the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
It's the first day of the rest of your life
song performed by by Brian Molko, music by Timo Maas
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A Smile To Remember
we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, 'be happy Henry!'
and she was right: it's better to be happy if you
can
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn't
understand what was attacking him from within.
my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: 'Henry, smile!
why don't you ever smile?'
and then she would smile, to show me how, and it was the
saddest smile I ever saw
one day the goldfish died, all five of them,
they floated on the water, on their sides, their
eyes still open,
and when my father got home he threw them to the cat
there on the kitchen floor and we watched as my mother
smiled
poem by Charles Bukowski
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The Sweetest Gift
(written by j.b. coats)
One day a mother went to prison
To see an eering but precious son
She told the warden
How much she loved him
It did not matter what he had done
She did not bring to him
A parole or pardon free
She brought no silver
(brought no gold)
No pomp nor style
(longed to see)
It was a halo bright
Sent down from heavens light
The sweetest gift
A mothers smile
She left a smile
You can remember
Shes gone to heaven
From heartaches free
Those walls around you
Could never change her
You were her baby
And ere will be
She did not bring to him
A parole or pardon free
She brought no silver
(brought no gold)
No pomp nor style
(longed to see)
It was a halo bright
Sent down from heavens light
The sweetest gift
A mothers smile
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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My Loves Wedding
One said, its a secret
So don't say to anyone
Said, she is marrying
That she is, my love
The one, don't knew it
Heart stopped for second
And started to pain badly
My throat too had felt it
But my lips had smiled
And said, its good news
The one said me date
And told me to come
By then heart was broken
But my lips still smiled
Said, wish i can do so
The one started to say
About my loves only love
So my ears were on job
And lips carried the talk
But rest of me had died
The one told me all
About my loves love
Then my dead heart felt
My loves love is better
Far far better than me
So I wiped my eyes
Said bye to the one
And placed hand on heart
Said, its time to sing
For my only loves wedding
Wedding, which i can't go
My broken heart is weak
It can't break down more
But its each broken piece
Sings a happy marry life
Forever to my loves wedding
poem by Kranthi Pothineni
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Mother, Some Notes...
it is your day mother
i know how hard it was
when i was a child
hardheaded i was
more than a rock
all your life you love me
more than the rest of the siblings
you did not say it
your actions did
all the time
perhaps we belong to the tradition
of the unspoken
we never confessed our love for each other
you hold me by the hand
and carried me
there are no words
no instructions
you must have been thinking about so many other things
to give
me the best
i have seen the best in you
grandma despised you
but papa insisted on loving you
and you had kids
and you had all those
surviving years
how swift time with all its wings flew
when you were gone
i see how you closed your eyes gently
as i held your hand
i assured you
there are angels
and that light
shall guide you
you had a happy death
and i do not have any regret
you are happier there
i know, dearest mother.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just Like All The Rest.
Just like all the rest, oh girl what have you been through. How can you say such things when you don't know. Hasn't he told you. I'm a train wreck. A man looking for a little substance in my life. And again you say like all the rest. Girl you must be so blessed to say that to me. For i know what i need and so must you. Cataclysmic was the time when we met. I was weak, so were you. I was looking for somebody. So were you. Still i hear you say just like all the rest. I must confess. When worlds collide. And tears fall that we try to hide. Always the better person. So rehearsed. So well versed. I can say just like all the rest. You left in such a mess. And you will still never know. You got to give someone a chance before you just let go. Just like all the rest are words i shall never forget.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Song of Education
III. For the Creche
Form 8277059, Sub-Section K
I remember my mother, the day that we met,
A thing I shall never entirely forget;
And I toy with the fancy that, young as I am,
I should know her again if we met in a tram.
But mother is happy in turning a crank
That increases the balance in somebody's bank;
And I feel satisfaction that mother is free
From the sinister task of attending to me.
They have brightened our room, that is spacious and cool,
With diagrams used in the Idiot School,
And Books for the Blind that will teach us to see;
But mother is happy, for mother is free.
For mother is dancing up forty-eight floors,
For love of the Leeds International Stores,
And the flame of that faith might perhaps have grown cold,
With the care of a baby of seven weeks old.
For mother is happy in greasing a wheel
For somebody else, who is cornering Steel;
And though our one meeting was not very long,
She took the occasion to sing me this song:
"O, hush thee, my baby, the time will soon come
When thy sleep will be broken with hooting and hum;
There are handles want turning and turning all day,
And knobs to be pressed in the usual way;
O, hush thee, my baby, take rest while I croon,
For Progress comes early, and Freedom too soon."
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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No Greater Loyalty
This will be our family secret don't tell others how he died
Never mention how my darling son took his own life in suicide
Don't want them saying he opted out of life they would never understand
How our beloved teenager he died at his own hand.
Don't tell anyone we found him hanging from the low branch of a tree
Tell them 'twas of a heart attack that he died suddenly
We do not need their judgements my son must rest in peace
It was of his own choosing that from life he choose release.
Of the darkness that surrounded him we never were to know
The mother she has shed her tears for her son who died six months ago
For to save him from the judgements of the living for her dead son she will lie
She will never admit that he was one who choose his own way to die.
No greater loyalty than the loyalty of a mother when all is said and done
From the judgements of the living she lies to protect her dead son
She takes flowers twice a week to place on the grave where he does lay
And she will grieve for her deceased son till her own dying day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Female Pedophiliac
Mother's best friend a shapely woman with a sexy smile
I was fifteen and went to her house with a message-
something about a wedding where mother was cooking-
and she seduced me... Can't remember it clearly only that
I was trembling by the sight of her nudeness.
She did the rest, the ecstasy and the enormous newness
of pleasure was like a dream come true... we made love
and I died every time in her ravenous encirclement.
When I left her house I was a person bewitched but had
the sense to worry what mother would say by me being so
late, but I told her I had met some friends and we had
gone down to the park feeding the ducks and talking to
the girls... Next time I saw her I went beetroot not sure
if I had had a dream, but when mother went into the kitchen
to make coffee she told me to come back to her house in
the evening...and I did. But someone spoke, when mother
knew she called her a whore and never spoke to her again.
Yet my loins craved her I was a burning flame and we met in
fields and woods... till I had to go to sea as a galley boy.
When I saw again she was quite old was old, perhaps forty five,
and the flame of love had died.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Elegy
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride
On that darkest day, Oh, forever may
He lie lightly, at last, on the last, crossed
Hill, under the grass, in love, and there grow
Young among the long flocks, and never lie lost
Or still all the numberless days of his death, though
Above all he longed for his mother's breast
Which was rest and dust, and in the kind ground
The darkest justice of death, blind and unblessed.
Let him find no rest but be fathered and found,
I prayed in the crouching room, by his blind bed,
In the muted house, one minute before
Noon, and night, and light. the rivers of the dead
Veined his poor hand I held, and I saw
Through his unseeing eyes to the roots of the sea.
(An old tormented man three-quarters blind,
I am not too proud to cry that He and he
Will never never go out of my mind.
All his bones crying, and poor in all but pain,
Being innocent, he dreaded that he died
Hating his God, but what he was was plain:
An old kind man brave in his burning pride.
The sticks of the house were his; his books he owned.
Even as a baby he had never cried;
Nor did he now, save to his secret wound.
Out of his eyes I saw the last light glide.
Here among the liught of the lording sky
An old man is with me where I go
Walking in the meadows of his son's eye
On whom a world of ills came down like snow.
He cried as he died, fearing at last the spheres'
Last sound, the world going out without a breath:
Too proud to cry, too frail to check the tears,
And caught between two nights, blindness and death.
O deepest wound of all that he should die
On that darkest day. oh, he could hide
The tears out of his eyes, too proud to cry.
Until I die he will not leave my side.)
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Death Levels All
ah, you are a rich man
smart and famous
you have a beautiful house
an expensive car
a nice family
how envious can we be
we have nothing
we are dumb, and anonymous
we can't afford shoes
our father died during the war
mother died from shock
the rest of the siblings
cannot be found
but today i level up with you
you are dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Worm
Was a time early in life
When I hated everything
Born too young, top of my lungs
Sitting on the bottom rung
Took advice from the wrong shoulder
Took a lot of everything
I've decided to make it alright with my
Chorus
Halo--I'm complete
Halo--with me underneath
Halo--I'm reborn
I can do no wrong
Black and blue, suffering fools
By the age of seventeen
Low and high, just one more time
Felt like an eternity
Right or wrong, never too strong
Friends became my enemies
God forsaken, never too late with my
Chorus
Halo--I'm complete
Halo--with me underneath
Halo--I'm reborn
I can do no wrong
You'll stay the same
You'll stay the same
You'll stay the same
You'll stay the same
You'll stay the same
You'll stay the same
You'll stay the same
Chorus
Halo--I'm complete
Halo--with me underneath
Halo--I'm reborn
Halo--I'm complete
Halo--with me underneath
Halo--I'm reborn
I can do no wrong
song performed by by Audioslave
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The Orphan Boy's Tale
Stay, lady, stay, for mercy's sake,
And hear a helpless orphan's tale,
Ah! sure my looks must pity wake,
'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale.
Yet I was once a mother's pride,
And my brave father's hope and joy,
But in the Nile's proud fight he died,
And I am now an orphan boy.
Poor foolish child! how pleased was I,
When news of Nelson's victory came,
Along the crowded streets to fly,
And see the lighted windows flame!
To force me home my mother sought,
She could not bear to see my joy;
For with my father's life 'twas bought,
And made me a poor orphan boy.
The people's shouts were long and loud,
My mother, shuddering, clos'd her ears;
'Rejoice! rejoice!' still cried the crowd;
My mother answered with her tears.
'Why are you crying thus,' said I,
'While others laugh and shout for joy?'
She kiss'd me -- and with such a sigh!
She called me her poor orphan boy.
'What is an orphan boy?' I cried,
As in her face I look'd and smil'd;
My mother through her tears replied,
'You'll know too soon, ill-fated child!'
And now they've toll'd my mother's knell,
And I'm no more a parent's joy;
O lady, -- I have learnt too well
What 'tis to be an orphan boy.
Oh! were I by your bounty fed!
Nay, gentle lady, do not chide,--
Trust me, I mean to earn my bread;
The sailor's orphan boy has pride.
Lady, you weep! -- ha? -- this to me?
You'll give me clothing, food, employ
Look down, dear parents! look and see
Your happy, happy orphan boy!
poem by Amelia Opie
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A Childhood Play
I was struggling with my pant,
And a candy in my hand.
My mother ran behind,
As my father acted blind.
It was a childhood play which I now recall,
But it soon ended as I suddenly fall.
As I fall I faced towards the ground,
And when I was up I left something down.
One form my only three front teeth it was.
And what can I tell you how horrified I was.
I was crying with my best,
And my siblings got some rest.
They all laughed when they saw my face,
And for me it was end of days.
I was bleeding with a pain
Mother looked pale and stained.
She hugged and kissed me all around,
And it was a glass of water that my father found.
To make me feel happy he called me ‘Brave’,
As I still had that candy in one of my hand.
poem by Abhishek Pandey
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William Upson
Air -- "The Major's Only Son"
Come all good people, far and near,
Oh, come and see what you can hear,
It's of a young man, true and brave,
Who is now sleeping in his grave.
Now, William Upson was his name --
If it's not that it's all the same --
He did enlist in the cruel strife,
And it caused him to lose his life.
He was Jesse Upson's eldest son,
His father loved his noble son;
This son was nineteen years of age,
In the rebellion he engaged.
His father said that he might go,
But his dear mother she said no.
"Stay at home, dear Billy," she said,
But oh, she could not turn his head.
For go he would, and go he did --
He would not do as his mother bid,
For he went away down South, there
Where he could not have his mother's care.
He went to Nashville, Tennessee,
There his kind friends he could not see;
He died among strangers, far away,
They knew not where his body lay.
He was taken sick and lived four weeks,
And oh, how his parents weep,
But now they must in sorrow mourn,
Billy has gone to his heaven home.
If his mother could have seen her son,
For she loved him, her darling one,
If she could heard his dying prayer,
It would ease her heart till she met him there.
It would relieved his mother's heart,
To have seen her son from this world depart,
And hear his noble words of love,
As he left this world for that above.
It will relieve his mother's heart,
That her son is laid in our grave yard;
Now she knows that his grave is near,
She will not shed so many tears.
She knows not that it was her son,
His coffin could not be opened --
It might be some one in his place,
For she could not see his noble face.
He enrolled in eighteen sixty-three,
The next day after Christmas eve;
He died in eighteen sixty-four,
Twenty-third of March, as I was told.
poem by Julia A Moore
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The Curse Of The Wandering Foot
All hope of rest withdrawn me?--
What dread command hath put
This awful curse upon me--
The curse of the wandering foot!
Forward and backward and thither,
And hither and yon again--
Wandering ever! And whither?
Answer them, God! Amen.
The blue skies are far o'er me---
The bleak fields near below:
Where the mother that bore me?--
Where her grave in the snow?--
Glad in her trough of a coffin--
The sad eyes frozen shut
That wept so often, often,
The curse of the wandering foot!
Here in your marts I care not
Whatsoever ye think.
Good folk many who dare not
Give me to eat and drink:
Give me to sup of your pity--
Feast me on prayers!--O ye,
Met I your Christ in the city
He would fare forth with me--
Forward and onward and thither,
And hither again and yon,
With milk for our drink together
And honey to feed upon--
Nor hope of rest withdrawn us,
Since the one Father put
The blessed curse upon us--
The curse of the wandering foot.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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