Under The Acacia Tree
that afternoon under the acacia tree
the irony of life confronts them
she is beautiful, a single mom
with a chinese lover
she's lonely and does not speak much
he is married and his wife cannot bear him a child
he weaves a conversation
words allure him more
he appears happy and sometimes he sings
alone
the sound of the whistle delights him
in the bathroom
the night came
they kiss and then they part ways
looking for their home
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Around the Acacia Tree
Vertical and pinnate, green leaves
And small flowers of yellow grow
Around the Acacia Tree.
Sun light drapes and the ground receives
The curtain's folding golden glow
Around the Acacia Tree.
The incense scent in the air weaves
The knitted root tangles below
Around the Acacia Tree.
Yet, now, from the bark, cloudy smoke
Lifts like a slumbering ghost awoke
Around the Acacia Tree.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Endless offing..
Leaving the newly married wife at home,
going for the green pasture all alone,
after a month he hears the pregnancy,
happy at heart, but no urgency,
return home to share the joy,
birth of the child arrives,
through the cell and internet,
happy father still at work,
shares the news with his friends,
connect with home every night,
to see the baby and the wife.
She looks like a moon, far away,
lonely man drools away.
lonely woman has lost the luster,
lonely nights have made her a pitcher,
dried tears hardened the pillow,
burden in the mind so sorrow,
Time flies and the baby is five,
return home to be alive,
as a man and a wife on the bed,
an over worked man and
an over stressed out woman,
made the next baby in a day.
As the man has to provide,
and the woman has to protect,
millions live life in pretext.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Married Men
(bugatti - musker)
Producers for bonnie: ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Bonnie recorded this song in 1979 for the film the world is full of married men. the lyrics are taken from the japanese single.
The world is full of married men
With wives who never understand
Theyre looking for someone to share
The excitement of a love affair
Just as soon as they find you
They wine you and dine you
You fly on the wings of romance
But in the eyes of the world
Youre just another crazy girl
Who loves a married man
Oh your love is a secret
And youve got to keep it
As long as you can
No dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
The world is full of married men
Oh yeah you make him feel so young
But his wife will still be number one
He promises to marry you
Just as soon as his divorce
Comes through
And its not just a fling
He swears its the real thing
A love that could last till the end
As hes driving away
You know its true what they say
About married men
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men
Oh hell run when the scandal
Gets too hot to handle
Hell say I just want to be friends
They hell walk out of your life
Hell go home to his wife
cause hes a married man
Oh your love is a secret
And youve got to keep it
As long as you can
No dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
The world is full of married men
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men
Hell walk out of your life
And go home to his wife
A married man
Dont cry for your lover
Theres always another married man
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it again and again
They do it, they do it, they do it
They do it, married men....repeat and fade
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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The Price Of Dead Love
His marriage is over but he has no tears
For the woman he was married to for just over two years
Though he miss his baby daughter when he comes home from work at night
In his marriage she was his one source of delight.
She is with his ex wife her mother who lives with her new man
And for him in her life his ex has only one plan
That he pay his alimony to her on Friday of every week
They no longer have common ground on which to speak.
On their wedding day he thought 'twould be for life
He was so in love with his beautiful wife
But just after two years of marriage love between them is dead
That the ways of love can be fickle no truer words said.
That his ex wife has left him for another he finds that as okay
But he misses his baby daughter when he comes home from work every day
That life has it's ups and downs it's always been this way
And the price of dead love it can be high to pay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Geraldine & John
See the bright red sports car, see the happy couple
See their clothes so white and their skin so pink
See them playing squash gotta keep their bodies supple
How they kiss goodnight but tomorrow theyll be thinking
All day long - all day long
Geraldine and john
See the happy couple - so inseperable
And the beat goes on
And for better or worse
They are married but of course
Not to each other
Geraldine and john gotta keep it under cover
See they scheme and sweat but its all worthwhile
Now he goes back home to a wife whos not a lover
Now her eyes are wet but tomorrow shell be smiling
All day long - all day long
Geraldine and john
See the happy couple - so inseperable
And the beat goes on
And for better or worse
They are married but of course
Not to each other
And the feelings getting stronger
That they cant go on much longer
Somewhere down the track
Something has to crack
Geraldine just packed all her things and went to mother
Johnny seems ok happy wife happy home
See the scar on his face from the day he met her brother
But nothing hurts no more, nothing more than being lonely
All day long - all day long
Geraldine and john
See the happy couple - so inseperable
And the beat goes on
And for better or worse
They are married but of course
Not to each other
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Geraldine And John
(words and music by Joe Jackson)
See the bright red sports car, see the happy couple
See their clothes so white and their skin so pink
See them playing squash gotta keep their bodies supple
Now they kiss goodnight but tomorrow they'll be thinking
All day long - all day long
Chorus:
Geraldine and John
See the happy couple - so inseparable
And the beat goes on
And for better or for worse
They are married but of course
Not to each other
Geraldine and John gotta keep it under cover
See they scheme and sweat but it's all worthwhile
Now he goes back home to a wife who's not a lover
Now her eyes are wet but tomorrow she'll be smiling
All day long - all day long
Chorus
And the feeling's getting stronger
That they can't go on much longer
Somewhere down the track
Something has to crack
Geraldine just packed all her things and went to mother
Johnny seems OK happy wife happy home
See the scar on his face from the day he met her brother
But nothing hurts no more, nothing more than being lonely
All day long - all day long
Chorus
(C) 1979 by Albion Music Ltd. Administered in the U.S. and Canada
by Almo Music Corp. (ASCAP)
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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My Childless Home
i have a home, not just a house,
you may disagree, but it is a home to me.
my heart longs for it
and my body likes to sleep with it.
i have this home and you may see it
and feel it, like it is your home,
but then you may complain,
there is no sound of a child yawning,
or a kid playing with his toys,
there is none in my home, but it is the sweetest home
i ever had, a simple home, with windows and doors,
a wife serving me dinner, only for the two of us
a table, two plates, two cups,
a set of spoons, a hot soup, and a happy
conversation.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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i teach my child by G. Abad
I.
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
They are hardest to learn.
Words like home,
Or friend, or to forgive.
These words are relations.
They are difficult to bear;
Their fruits are unseen.
Or words that promise
Or dream.
Words like honor, or certainty,
Or cheer.
Rarest of sound,
Their roots run deep;
These are words that aspire,
They cast no shade.
These are not words
To speak.
These are the words
Of which we consist,
Indefinite,
Without other ground.
II.
My child
Is without syllables
To utter him,
Captive yet to his origin
In silence.
By every word
To rule his space,
He is released;
He is shaped by his speech.
Every act, too,
Is first without words.
There's no rehearsal
To adjust your deed
From direction of its words.
The words are given,
But there's no script.
Their play is hidden,
We are their stage.
These are the words
That offer to our care
Both sky and earth,
These same words
That may elude our acts.
If we speak them
But cannot meet their sound,
They strand us still
In our void,
Blank like the child
With the uphill silence
Of his words' climb.
And so,
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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i teach my child by G. Abad
I.
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
They are hardest to learn.
Words like home,
Or friend, or to forgive.
These words are relations.
They are difficult to bear;
Their fruits are unseen.
Or words that promise
Or dream.
Words like honor, or certainty,
Or cheer.
Rarest of sound,
Their roots run deep;
These are words that aspire,
They cast no shade.
These are not words
To speak.
These are the words
Of which we consist,
Indefinite,
Without other ground.
II.
My child
Is without syllables
To utter him,
Captive yet to his origin
In silence.
By every word
To rule his space,
He is released;
He is shaped by his speech.
Every act, too,
Is first without words.
There's no rehearsal
To adjust your deed
From direction of its words.
The words are given,
But there's no script.
Their play is hidden,
We are their stage.
These are the words
That offer to our care
Both sky and earth,
These same words
That may elude our acts.
If we speak them
But cannot meet their sound,
They strand us still
In our void,
Blank like the child
With the uphill silence
Of his words' climb.
And so,
I teach my child
To survive.
I begin with our words,
The simple words first
And last.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'd rather be single
I'd rather be single and enjoy my life
Then be married and write complicated on every site
After going through many experiences in life
I've come to a conclusion; I don't want to be a wife
Men take you for granted and treat you unfair
But if you're his lover, he better not dare
Cause he then knows your worth and attention you get
If not you, someone else will make you his pet
There is so much magic in a relationship like this
You can choose your lover and blow him a kiss
So think twice before you marry and mess up your life
It's just a suggestion, but you have the right…
Copyright © 2009
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Evensong
It is late, on a cold, dark, wintry afternoon;
Up high in a tree, a small bird merrily croons.
Trade in the town, has now begun to wind down,
And taking centre stage, is the bird’s sweet sound.
Like an operatic singer, his voice soars high,
And his song delights many, as they pass by.
Your ears can not help, but hear his loud call,
As the sun, once again, sets and darkness falls.
He sings for joy, at the very top of his voice;
To listen to his song, you have little choice.
He sits at the very top of the tallest tree,
Singing so loudly; his heart full of glee.
His plaintive call pierces the cool air,
As he sings his song, without a care.
A pure quality, his sweet song holds,
And he sings it out, so bright and bold.
His singsong attracts many a nice comment;
His performance appears to be Heaven sent.
Of his captivated audience, he is unaware;
His song boasts beauty, beyond compare.
Like a church choir, as they sing evensong,
This small bird sings so very keen and strong.
Through the dark streets, home, I wearily wind;
Sad to be leaving the bird’s sweet song behind.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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The 7 kisses
THE KISS OF LIFE
this kiss appears when you and yo woman finna
have a babiie and you look at the babiie and you
say he/she looks so beautiful and you kiss he/she
and your woman kiss the babiie as well and this is
the kiss of life.
THE KISS OF FAITH
this kiss appears when yo girl has a recital she
has to perform at and she is really nervous. she
holds back and say babiie i cant do this, you
turn to her and say babiie i have faith in you and
you kiss her, the kiss of faith just happened.
THE KISS OF SURVIVAL
this kiss appears when you and ya girl goes
rock climbing and ya girl slips and fall and hit her
head pretty hard. you jump down to get her, she
looks dead. you say plz dont do this to me and you kiss her.
mysterically, she opens her eyes, look at you, and smile. this is called
the kiss of survival.
THE KISS OF LOVE
this kiss appears when you see love at first site.
you are quite sure that you want to spend the
rest of your life with this person and a couple
of months, weeks, days, or even hours later you will
discover the kiss of love.
THE KISS OF DEATH
this kiss appears when your girl has just been
shot 4 times and your holding her in your arms.
shes losing alot of blood. shes dying really fast.
you want to save her but you know you cant. so you
kiss her one last time on the lips, you have just done the
kiss of death.
THE KISS OF FEAR
this kiss appears when you are trapped inside a
burning house and you have no possible way out and you
know you are fint to burn to death so you turn to your
lover, kids, parents, who eva you with and you give them
one last kiss, the kiss of fear.
THE KISS OF FORGIVENESS
this kiss appears when you truly hurted your lover,
sweetheart, husband, what eva you wanna call ya man.
if you really want him you will ask for his forgiveness, he
forgives you with a kiss and then the make up sex is incredible,
but remember that all started with the kiss of forgiveness.
-La'Veranique
*aka* dat girl nickey
poem by Nickey Mason
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What Can Make You Happy?
Are you happy right now or sad?
Are you bitter about your present condition?
You wonder what is wrong with your life
You wonder why others are happy
And question why some are so sad
Are happy people born that way?
Or happiness is a state of mind
What can make you happy?
Will having more money make you happy?
How much money do you need to make you happy?
If you are single and not happy!
Will having a new lover make you happy?
Will getting married make you happy?
If you are married, and not happy!
Will having more children make you happy?
Will sleeping with other people make you happy?
If you are a professional and not happy!
Will changing your profession make you happy?
What can make you happy?
Will getting drunk everyday make you happy?
Will taking a new drug make you happy?
Will buying a new car make you happy?
What can make you happy?
Will moving to a bigger house make you happy?
Will been promoted at work make you happy?
Will been the head of your organization
Make you happy
What can make you happy?
Always remember that what makes
You happy can make the others sad
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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The Men Who Made Bad Matches
'Tis the song of many husbands, and you all must understand
That you cannot call me coward now that women rule the land;
I have written much for women, where I thought that they were right,
But the men who made bad matches claim a song from me to-night.
Oh, the men who made bad matches are of every tribe and clime,
And, if Adam was the first man, then they date from Adam’s time.
They shall live and they shall suffer, until married life is past,
And the last sad son of Adam stands alone—at peace at last.
Oh, the men who made bad matches, and the Great Misunderstood,
Are through all the world a mighty and a silent brotherhood.
If a wife is discontented, every other woman knows—
But the men who made bad matches keep the cruel secret close.
You may say that you can tell them, by their clothing, if you will,
But a man may seem neglected, and his home be happy still.
You may tell by their assumption of conventional disguise—
But, the men who made bad matches, I can tell them by their eyes!
I have seen them by the camp-fire, where a child’s voice never comes,
I have seen them by the fireside, in their seeming happy homes—
Seen their wives’ false arms go round them, and the kisses that were lies—
Oh, the men who made bad matches! I can tell them by their eyes.
I have seen them bad in prison—seen them sullen, seen them sad;
I have seen them (in the mad-house)—I have seen them raving mad.
Watched them fight the battle bravely, for the children’s sake alone,
Like a father who has wronged them, and who lives but to atone.
But it’s cruel, oh! it’s cruel, for the husband and the wife,
Who have not one thought in common, and are yoked for weary life.
They must see it through and suffer, for the children they must rear—
Oh, the folk who made bad matches have a heavy cross to bear.
There is not a ray of comfort, in the future’s gloomy sky,
For the children of bad matches will make trouble by-and-bye.
And though second wives be angels, while the first wives were the worst,
No second wife yet wedded makes a man forget the first.
Ah! the men who made bad matches think more often than we know,
Of the girls they should have married, in the glorious long ago,
And there’s many a wife and mother thinks with bitter pain to-day,
Of her giddy, silly girlhood, and the man she sent away.
Life is sad for men and women, but the thoughts are bitter sad
Of the girls we should have married, and the boys we should have had.
But we’ll part now with a handshake, if we cannot with a kiss,
And bad matches may be mended in a better world than this.
poem by Henry Lawson
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The Lost Teddy
Once there was a little child who loved her teddy bear
She always has her teddy bear near her.
Her teddy bear keeps her happy when she’s asleep
The little child was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth
When a little fairy came in and took the little child’s teddy away
To a far away castle that no one knows about it
When the little child had finished doing her teeth, she notice her teddy was missing
She looked everywhere for the teddy
She was crying when she went to her mommy
The little fairy putted the little child’s teddy back on her bed
The little child went up to her bedroom thinking that her teddy was lost forever
But when she got to her bedroom, she saw her teddy lying at the end of the bed
She was so happy that she slept very well.
poem by Jessica Bousfield
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The happy lover
He is called the happy lover
for keeping a warm smile always on his face
even when he is feeling sad
no one will never know
and this sweet girl is everything to him
he is ready to do anything for her
a merry couple married for love
no Romio and Juliet or Antony and Cleopatra are compared to them
the happy lover told his sweetheart:
'I will always keep happy and strong just for you'
she told him:
'and I will keep smiling to the happy lover of my own'
sitting under a cherry apple tree, the happy lover said:
' you will always be my fragrant rose and the only sweet girl of mine'
truly the happy lover must be his name!
poem by Rehab Helmy
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Forgetting The Moon
i invite you
to sit upon a hill
under the acacia tree
to view the moon
it is full tonight
rising from the shadows of
the mountains
i hold your hand
and your long hair
touches my shoulder
we sit tonight
silently admiring the moon rising
from the shadows of the mountains
i gaze upon your eyes
and we kiss under the cool shade
of the acacia trees
after that night
i lay upon my bed inside my room
still thinking about you
and that kiss
i have forgotten about the full moon
rising from the shadows of the mountains
i am the poet
who first scribbles the most beautiful poem about you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Water Lily
A lonely young wife
In her dreaming discerns
A lily-decked pool
With a border of ferns,
And a beautiful child,
With butterfly wings,
Trips down to the edge of the water and sings:
‘Come, mamma! come!
‘Quick! follow me—
‘Step out on the leaves of the water-lily!’
And the lonely young wife,
Her heart beating wild,
Cries, ‘Wait till I come,
‘Till I reach you, my child!’
But the beautiful child
With butterfly wings
Steps out on the leaves of the lily and sings:
‘Come, mamma! come!
‘Quick! follow me!
‘And step on the leaves of the water-lily!
And the wife in her dreaming
Steps out on the stream,
But the lily leaves sink
And she wakes from her dream.
Ah, the waking is sad,
For the tears that it brings,
And she knows ’tis her dead baby’s spirit that sings:
‘Come, mamma! come!
‘Quick! follow me!
‘Step out on the leaves of the water-lily!’
poem by Henry Lawson
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I Cannot Sleep
Let me be your wife if,
You are not married;
Let me be one of your wives if,
You are married;
I have your muse all over me and,
I cannot sleep.
My dreams are full of your image,
My mind is always on you;
Let me be closer to you my dream lover.
I have everything and i need your love to crown it,
I am lost in a place and all that i need is you;
Let me be your wife if you are not married.
I have all that one needs in life but,
Your love is what i do lack;
So let me be one of your wives if,
You are already married.
I need you and, i will care more for you;
I am lost in place and,
Your love is all that i need to find my way home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Part-time Lover
Call up, ring once, hang up the phone
To let me know you made it home
Dont want nothing to be wrong with part-time lover
If shes with me Ill blink the lights
To let you know tonights the night
For me and you my part-time lover
We are undercover passion on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing its so wrong, but feeling so right
If Im with friends and we should meet
Just pass me by, dont even speak
Know the words discreet when part-time lovers
But if theres some emergency
Have a male friend to ask for me
So then she wont peek its really you my part-time lover
We are undercover passion on the run
Chasing love up against the sun
We are strangers by day, lovers by night
Knowing its so wrong, but feeling so right
(repeat)
Ive got something that I must tell
Last night someone rang our doorbell
And it was not you my part-time lover
And then a man called our exchange
But didnt want to leave his name
I guess that two can play the game
Of part-time lovers
You and me, part-time lovers
But, she and he, part-time lovers
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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