The Old Lady
i am saddened by her disposition
she takes side with her word
and honor and she makes it clear
she is with
my enemies,
her name is
mother-in-law.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The House Story
the fence keeps a happy disposition.
it does not need it. The house does.
despite its disagreement with the door,
somehow, i gives a square disposition,
as though, everything here is tolerable,
the house is keeping so many secrets
shying away from the scrutiny of visitors
but it trusts the fence and can sleep
soundly at night, except the light bulb
which is fixed at the back of the kitchen
it keeps on blinking, wanting to tell it all,
but the master switch of the basement is quick
everything is shut off, and then the silence
reigns, it is the queen, it grieves
without a word, it takes in what the house
cannot take anymore, and the fence as the
facade, maintains its happy disposition,
deceiving all that merely pass by.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On His Father's Side
On his mother’s side
Born in Bethlehem
On his Father’s side
No one before him
On his mother’s side
Growing and learning
On his Father’s side
All knowledge showing
On his mother’s side
Stuck in one location
On his Father’s side
Present in every nation
On his mother’s side
He was hungry
On his Father’s side
The multitudes he did feed
On his mother’s side
At Calvary he died
On his Father’s side
He was the essence of life
On his mother’s side
Buried like other men
On his Father’s side
He rose again
On his mother’s side
Human and weak
On his Father’s side
The God of eternity.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Being A Mother
MOTHER! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
MOTHER IS A WORD
MOTHER IS A PERSON
MOTHER IS A WOMEN
BUT WAT IS REALLY A MOTHER?
MOTHER! ! ! ! ! !
MOTHER IS WOMEN WHO GIVES BIRTH
NO........
MOTHER IS A WOMEN WHO CARES OF HER BABY
MOTHER IS A WOMEN WHO IS WILLING TO GIVE HER LIFE FOR THEIR BABY'S
ANY WOMEN CAN HAVE A BABY
ANY WOMEN CAN GIVE BIRTH
ANY WOMEN CAN BE CALLED MOM
BUT ONLY A REAL WOMEN
ONLY A REAL MOTHER CAN TAKE OVER HER RESPOSABILITIES
ONLY A WOMEN CAN DO WHATS BEST FOR THEIR CHILD
A MOTHER! ! ! ! ! ! !
A MOTHER LIKE ME
A MOTHER LIKE U
A MOTHER WHO CRIES FOR THEIR CHILD
A MOTHER WHO PRAYS FOR THEIR CHILD
A MOTHER WHO GIVES HER LIFE FOR THEIR CHILD
A MOTHER WHO STARVES TO FEED HER CHILD
A MOTHER WHO IS WILLING TO SLEEP IN THE COLD FOR THEIR CHILD,
A MOTHER WHO MAKES HER CHILDREN FEEL SAFE IN HER ARMS,
BEING THAT MOTHER! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
BEING THAT MOTHER TAKES ALOT OF WOMEN N A PERSON
BEING A MOTHER........
poem by Leticia Sanchez
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Mean Disposition
I'm getting wise to you
You're going to see
I'm going to work on you
The way you worked on me
I got a sharper aim
And you're in my sights
And if I'm going to go
I'm going in a blaze of lights
And in this crazy world of hit and run
There are no laws here
Just a loaded gun
She's got a mean disposition
She's got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Really make a mess
Really make a mess out of you
I never close my eyes
I never sleep
I'm staying on my guard
Waiting for my flesh to creep
And I never trusted you
You never trusted me
I'll do a deal with you
If you'll do a deal with me
For me the nightmare's only just begun
There is no law here
Just a loaded gun
She's got a mean disposition
Got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Got a bad attitude
She's got a mean disposition
Going to cut your half
Going to cut your half in two
I'm going have to stand my ground
Like Crockett at the Alamo
I'm going to draw the line
One of us has got to go
She's got a mean disposition
Got a big shooter too
She's got a mean disposition
Got a bad attitude
She's got a mean disposition
Going to make a mess out of you
She's got a mean disposition
Going to cut your half
Going to cut your half in two
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Voodoo Lounge
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Saddened By The Lack Of It
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those without a reflective consciousness.
Those who elect to blindly have their way.
Without consulting with others.
Those who care less what others say.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who decide,
Only their opinions are legit.
Those who can not admit,
Their own limitations.
Saddened by the lack of it.
Those who express no empathy.
Or remorse shown to exist.
Those who sit in the midst of accusations.
Baiting and creating all aspects of conflict.
Saddened by the lack of their sense of humanity.
Yes!
We all should be saddened by this foolishness.
Since nothing that lives can afford this luxury.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mother Mother Mother
How you cared for us. Don't keep away from us.I won't surive without you/ Mother Mother Mother Your eyes show me the way. When I fall on my way. You lend me a hand to carry on. Mother Mother Mother You had a very hard life. But you gave your baby your own bread from your own mouth. When she feels hungry. Mother Mother Mother If I pass though this word. I wouldn't find you anywhere. Your sweet smile makes me happy. Mother Mother Mother My love for you will go on forever. I love you my Mother Mother Mother forever and ever. written 6/23/08 Posted 10/27/08 In the memory of my mother Esther Ferber Klayton
poem by Susie Sunshine
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Fragments - Lines 0213 - 0218
My heart, display toward all your friends a changeful character,
Adding into it the disposition that each one has.
Adopt the disposition of the octopus, crafty in its convolutions, which takes on
The appearance of whatever rock it has dealings with.
At one moment follow along this way, but at the next change the color of your skin:
You can be sure that cleverness proves better than inflexibility.
They Are Not Saddened Enough
They are not saddened enough.
They expect more of it.
And that they did not get.
They are not saddened enough.
And the demon residing within them,
Is having a fit...
Trying to understand all of it!
They are not saddened enough.
And any happiness expressed,
Offends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At the Sidewalk...
the mother was peeling
raw, green mangoes
selling them to kids in the
nearby elementary school
her son plays alone near
the bakery
there are no other kids
there anyway
lots of people walking to
and from like pendulums
the mother was so busy
attending to her small livelihood
the little boy falls off the sidewalk
hits her forehead on the pavement
the mother did not notice because
the street is noisy
at first the boy cried then stood up
and rearranges everything
he appears to his mother and
attaches his body on her side
the mother kisses his forehead
as though nothing happens
there must be a story behind this
why the boy has no father
why the mother takes charge of
having to sell mangoes to earn
she takes shelter under a big umbrella
beside a vending bicycle...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Woman And The Devil
When Man and Woman had been made,
All but the disposition,
The Devil to the workshop strayed,
And somehow gained admission.
The Master rested from his work,
For this was on a Sunday,
The man was snoring like a Turk,
Content to wait till Monday.
'Too bad!' the Woman cried; 'Oh, why,
Does slumber not benumb me?
A disposition! Oh, I die
To know if 'twill become me!'
The Adversary said: 'No doubt
'Twill be extremely fine, ma'am,
Though sure 'tis long to be without
I beg to lend you mine, ma'am.'
The Devil's disposition when
She'd got, of course she wore it,
For she'd no disposition then,
Nor now has, to restore it.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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The man who never makes a mistake always takes orders from one who does. No man or woman who tries to pursue an ideal in his or her own way is without enemies.
quote by Daisy Bates
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She Really Deserves The Best...
inside last
night's dream she
appears again: light skinned
too young for her age
smiling
seducing you to be
in her side again
you have actually
forgotten her name
but her face speaks
a language that
makes you remember
what it was before
between you and her
in that past
she holds your hand
she does not speak
she takes you to a
very silent place
where she plants a kiss
on your lips
you love her
still
that is what you
can only recall
but you cannot
love her anymore
and that is
a matter of
a firm decision
you left her again
but this time
she is no longer
crying
when the dream closed
like a door
and you are out
into the open
field of your
disposition
you are definite
there is no guilt
there is only that
happiness
that somehow tells you
she deserves
the best
and you are not just
that.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sonnet: How Labor’s lost!
A whiff of air can blow the castle down,
Of cards that takes so many hours to make;
A stamp by foot can make the children frown,
That pulls apart their sand-castle near lake.
The autumn wind brings down dry leaves and nuts;
A gust of wind brings down most ripened fruit;
A river-flood can wash away mud-huts;
The love of God can clear our bad habits.
One act of misdemeanor can ruin,
Our life’s honor and hard-earned name and fame;
One Word of God can cleanse away our sin,
And put Satan and world to utter shame.
One Word from God can bring the Doomsday soon,
When never shines thereafter, sun and moon.
6-9-2001
poem by John Celes
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The reason we're getting bombed is 'cause we were on one side, and we're gonna remain on that side. We can't waver because these are our enemies right now. I'm sorry. I'm gonna say it out loud. The Arabs, that's right, are our enemies. That's right.
quote by Jimmie Walker
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I Am A Mother
I am a mother and I know,
My child,
When and why calls me,
What makes him weep,
And what makes him smile,
When he takes respite,
And how he giggles.
I am a mother and I know,
But when he will be grown up,
He will disclose his heart,
And sometime conceal the truths
Assuming
That the mother is ignorant of all,
Being at home what will she know,
He will come home late devising pretexts,
And at that moment,
I knowing all will show indifference,
For it is the nature of mother.
How can my son know,
That motherhood passes through
His veins in the form of blood,
If he gets a prick of thorn the mother tosses,
Where ever he goes,
He remains cosseted amid,
The invincible siege of prayers,
He remains in the heart of mother.
Whenever he steps ahead,
And wherever he goes
The Anchal of cool shadow
Remains with him,
I am a mother and I know him all.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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One's Temperament And Disposition
One's temperament and disposition,
Seldom are instilled as a choice one picks.
If little boys hear they are suppose to be bad,
They will head in that direction to make someone proud...
A bad boy is going to be had!
Although sad it is for the women attracted to this.
And it is difficult to decide to have a good disposition,
To let that 'funkier' side subside when given a pride.
Espcially when a dumbing down done is welcomed,
By nearly everyone.
And those wanting to show themselves to be good natured,
Grit their teeth to the point to make their gums bleed.
One's temperament and disposition,
Seldom are instilled as a choice one picks.
And although barking is never found on anyone's top ten list,
It it suggested as a remedy...
That quickly relieves,
Without prescribing to mind altering medications.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mother's Day is not faraway
Mother's Day is not farway. But it will be five years since my mom died.I never knew that losong my mother would hurt so much. I honor my mother for Mother's Day. Because she deserve it. Love her so much it hurts. Written and Posted 4/24/09 In the memory of my Mother Esther Ferber Klayton
poem by Susie Sunshine
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And She Was Silent But She Knows I Am Defending Her
she has been silent for long like a drifting
cloud, those white feathery ones on a
clear sky, a fine weather
like her disposition today wanting to be left alone so she can think like a deep
river, the dark deep one less the crocodiles that swallow whole her thoughts
and i am considerate about this indifference of a healing
wound, the one that has been there paining her as she puts
more betadiene and red merthiolate because some big flies are coming in
like an uninvited
visitor, the one that does not send you notice and neither brings you
at least a daffodil for your empty vase by the window
well, i know that in your silence you always keep me by your side the defender of your past
lapses, those that give you embarassment, those that almost kill you but i
keep telling you, never mind, never mind, move on, bury the hatchet, bury
the casualties of your sins, let them not come back, you see
i am here, your defender, the one that builds you a good name again,
the one that makes you write some nice poetry, that one that makes you paint
the beauty of sunrise, the redeeming colors that you see when
another sun sets in the west
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Palestine is yours and mine…
Mother, Don’t Cry
Mother, dry your tears
Mother, don’t cry for me
Mother, melt your fears
Mother, now my soul is free
Mother, I’m a martyr
Against enemies I was a Fighter
Mother, our souls never live apart
Then Mother, please un-break your Heart
Mother, I hear your beats, I feel your sorrow
Mother, in the Heaven we’ll meet tomorrow
Mother, don’t hesitate
to let my brothers resist to exist,
to survive and to make Jerusalem alive…
Mother, don’t hesitate
to let them struggle for Palestine
to let them fight for the sake of ALLAH
Don’t worry Mother, soon the sun will send the shine
Truly, Palestine is yours and mine…
Palestine is yours and mine…
WithAllMyRespect
{June 12,2010}
poem by Glamorous Enigma
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Any one who in discussion relies upon authority uses, not his understanding, but rather his memory. Good culture is born of a good disposition; and since the cause is more to be praised than the effect, I will rather praise a good disposition without culture, than good culture without the disposition.
quote by Leonardo da Vinci
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