One Bull To Ten Cows
Long back, a maiden turned on me.
Later, her daughter did as well.
Now her granddaughter does the same.
One bull feeds three generations.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Intervals
I held my daughter to my breast
And now her sleeping child there rests
Daughter, granddaughter
I am twice blest.
poem by Sharon FottaAnderson
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What A Pleasant Time
What a pleasant time
With my daughter and granddaughter-
How a small child brings such happiness-
Every small change in expression
Is new delight-
How blessed I am
That God has given to my daughter and her husband
Such a good natured happy child.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I have two children. I have a daughter 29, and a daughter four. They are 25 years apart, so you speak about generations and I must tell you, I have a philosophy and that is every 25 years I'm going to sire another child.
Monkey and Goose, Snake and Bull, and Tiger Lou
Monkey and goose
Snake and bull
And there friend tiger lou
Met at hummingbird's garden
For afternoon tea for two
In hummingbird's garden
Raised the most precious colors
Be they red or blue, pink or white
To all who viewed
It was such a dazzling sight
Somewhere between succulent sips
The question of God's existance
Became more than a quip.
Where is it that God can be found?
Is he here upon Earth's holy ground?
Then goose said, 'I will fly across
This land, my wings are strong and
When it comes to tiring, I have no end
From high away I can see, so please
For certain, I am the one to send.'
Monkey said, 'I can swing from
Tree to tree all day long
So high that I can see
Every aspect of the land
So if anyone goes, let it be me.'
Snake said, 'I will slither, I will crawl
Across the swamp, across the bog
If this God exists surely
I will be the one
To bring back a certainty
Bull steps in as to be not excluded,
'I will cross the plains from end to end
I will search from dawn to dawn
If there be such a place
It will be found by me on Earth's green lawn.'
Tiger steps up with a growl,
'I will go searching in the fields of rice
I will go where the sugarcane grows
I will not stop, so cast my lot,
When I come back, it will be told.'
Then they left, each on a separate road
And they would be gone for many a day
But then there came to pass
Goose and monkey, snake and bull, and tiger lou
Met at hummingbirds with finished task
Goose said, 'I have found God
And I know the only way.'
'Say hey, ' said the monkey, 'for you are all wrong
Through the woods have I found God
It's through the woods all day long.'
'Nay, ' snake had to say, 'I found God
And only I know the way.
Across the swamp, I'm here to state
Is the only way to him
Anything else is tempting fate.'
Bull bellows loudly most of all
'You fools, I have searched for days and days
It's across the fields of grass
That you must go to God
All of your remarks are so crass.'
Tiger lou darkened his eyes,
'Idiots! the devil has fooled you all
If you seek God, I and only I know the way
So appoligize or step away back
To show you let me say.
Then there was a viscous roar
Monkey strangled goose, snake bit monkey knee
Tiger bit snake in half, then bull flung tiger
High into the sky, breaking his back with a crack
Bull burst his heart with such strength, didn't linger.
Hummingbird in her garden was sadden
Began humming and humming a song
The song turned into into a chant that flew to heaven
Where God was and is today
Waiting for searching souls, that he will never abandon.
Monkey, goose, bull, snake and lou
Before God stood, looking blue
'Have you anything to say? '
But only silence crossed their lips
'Only I know the way
Only I am the way
Only through me can there be a way.'
poem by Midnights Voice
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I Don’t Like Christmas
I don’t like Christmas
may seem an odd statement
especially for me.
Someone who tries to write
about it with pretty poetry.
Christmas used to be a lot of fun you see,
but not anymore.
What changed it happened many years before.
It was a sad time
that affected us all,
it was when near that day
my granddaughter was taken away
to heaven and ever since then
Christmas is a sad time to me.
When I look at children
with smiles on their faces,
I think of how old
my granddaughter would have been.
Therefore, you see why
I say I don’t like Christmas
with all its cheerful spirits,
especially when we take flowers
to put on that lonely grave each year.
poem by David Harris
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After Three Generations
No man can be relevant
After three generations.
A few might be relevant
After two generations.
Most of men are forgotten
Within their generations.
If at all a name exists
After three generations
It is as good as irrelevant
As his progeny would branch
Out beyond the traceability.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hey Montana
Hey Montana take your daughter back
From the bathrooms evangalist bound
She believes in destiny
Her name's always misspelled
Waitressing to pay the rent
Drinks to quell the smell
Of people breathing way too close
Folks who don't mean well
[CHORUS]
No one sees the color of your eyes
No one sees you smile
No one knows the secrets that you hide
No one sees you cry
She parks her car two blocks away
From apartment 15A
She walks with somber in her step
And scores along the way
Lose your hue you tiny thing
Dropping patron's wine
Singing to your own sad song
Two feet stuck in the mire
[CHORUS]
Hey Montana take your daughter back
It's clear she needs your care
These bustling streets are icy veins
Of a peace who snuffs her prayer
[CHORUS]
No one sees you cry
No one sees you...
Hey Montana take your daughter back
Hey Montana take your daughter back
Please Montana take your daughter back
Hey Montana take your daughter back
Bones and the truth show through...
song performed by by Eve 6
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Miss Tantrum
When ever Mother
hits the bull's eye
with a home truth
'like a big pizza pie'
...that's...
'Irrelevant...irr elevant! '
darling daughter cries
or rather screams
throwing temper tanturms
because she can be seen through
so easily.
The only thing
relevant
(it would seem)
are the lies
daughter tells herself
to convince
herself
she's right
(when she's wrong) .
All I can think is
'Poor old Mum! '
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Want You Back
Last night I saw you
the first time since we broke up
i tell you baby
it all came back to me
when I looked into your eyes
there was something more
that i never really noticed before
could it be
that long
and I was so wrong
when I realized
and turned around
and you were gone
If I say I want you back
would you turn around
and say you want me too
'cause I say I want you back
this time I really mean it
There's so much I want to tell you
what things could be
but I don't know what to say or do
we grew apart
but i still want you
in my heart
I will leave this town to make
a new start
could it be
that long
and I was so wrong
when i realized
and turned around
and you were gone
if I say i want you back
would you turn around
and say you want
me too
'cause I say
I want you back
this time I really mean it
If I say
I want you
want you bask
will you turn and walk away
from me
if I say
I want you back with me
believe
And if I say I want you back
and if you say you want me too (X6)
song performed by by Mandy Moore from I Wanna Be With You
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We Don't Know/ We Truly Don't Know
We don't know
We truly don't know
What will be in the long distance
The one hundred ten thousand generations
If it is generations-
Human or not
Mind or not
Only God is our hope
Only God.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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An Oldness and a Daughter
I asked my daughter the question, 'Tell me the truth, do you feel the way that I am becoming old? '(I am 48 and my daughter is 17.)
My daughter responded,
'When you smoke, you are old.'
Monologue: I am not actually smoking.I am attempting to be back to dream.How did she see my oldness when I am going back to my dream?
I am just an old man waiting to see my dream appearing back to my life.
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A Bull For Me
I think, Sirs, and most inimitable Ladies
I think I prefer to look at a bull
The sketch of a bull, the head of a bull perhaps
even if but a study by an artist
rather than some fancy prophet in glorious paint
or in grand chapel or some miracle recounted
in paint and colors and with consummate skill
or even God descending
ah, all these do not take my fancy
they smack too much of the Elevated;
there’s too much
of the grandstanding in these
Grand Divine Themes
but the face of a bull, ah give me a sketch
of the face of a bull
just the bull, all marks of nature in it
and just itself
no symbolism, no conceit, no artifice
no High sounding theology, no Revelation
but just animal nature in its nudity
being a bull
just animal, its eyes and mouth and horns
just all coming together to form one creature
a portrait of a bull anytime for me
Sirs and most inimitable Ladies
none of the Holy Ones and the Great Prophets
and the Mighty and the Divine
and the Grand-Looking:
no bull for me, please;
just the plain head of a bull, as it is
poem by Raj Arumugam
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My Fair Silver Maiden
Oh my fair silver maiden
I see your eyes in the stars that light the dark,
Your hair in the swaying summer grass,
Your smile in the majestic sunrise
Oh my fair silver maiden
Your scent is always on the next wind
Your sweet, intoxicating scent.
Oh my fair silver maiden
Tell me where you are
So that I might find you
And my heart be complete.
Oh my fair silver maiden
How I long for you
How I cry for you
How I search for you.
Oh my fair silver maiden
Always beyond the next wind.
Tell me where you are
So that I might find you
And my heart be complete.
Oh my fair silver maiden.
poem by Cameron Bird
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Our Journey
the journey is long
and inter-dimensional,
many who should
have walked it
have sold out,
forsaking
a radical
freshness
of mind,
you do not
walk
your
journey alone,
in an
interconnected world,
you need
never walk alone,
the hopes
aspirations
dreams
of many
flow with you
flow into you
feed you
sustain you
food of your though
feeds their hunger
feeds their love
feeds better beginnings
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Long Arm Of The Law
In cumberland kentucky
On a cool hot evening
Billy lay in love with marrianne
She was a rich judges daughter
He was a son of a miner
But that night their love was more than they could stand
The judge said to his daughter
That son of that coal miner
Is someone youll go hell to leave alone
She knew his dad so well
She knew she couldnt tell
But the truth was bound in show before too long
Their love had started growing on its own
You cant out run the long arm of the law
No, you cant out run the long arm of the law
Billy placed his hand on mary
And he felt the babys moving
Kissed her and said Ill see you when I can
The judge had made a promise
When he caught up with billy
Hed sent him far away from marianne
The whole town knew hed do it
Too many times hed proved it
To at least a hundred men behind the wall
Hed smiled behind that frown
And when he brought that gavel down
He called himself the long arm of the law
And hed set his mind on seeing billy fall
In a hot humid mine shack
A mid-white pulled the sheet back
And placed cool damp towel on marianne
Billys eyes were wide with wonder
From the spell he was under
When she placed the new born baby in his hands
He didnt hear the siren
Just a babys crying
That miracle of love was all he saw
When the door came crashing down
And billy turned around
He felt the heart and soul inside him fall
He stood face to face
With the long arm of the law
You cant out run the long arm of the law
No, you cant out run the long arm of the law
You can hide out for a while
He says with a smile
But you cant out run the long arm of the law
Seemed like everybody down in cumberland kentucky
Came out that day to see poor billys trial
The court was called to order
There sat the judges daughter
She looked so proud
Holding billys child
When they brought billy to him
The judge just look right thru him
As he held that holy Bible in his hand
And he smiled at his grandson
Then his eyes cut back to billy
And said I think this time
The law will understand
Son, I sentence you to live with marianne
You cant out run the long arm of the law
No, you cant out run the long arm of the law
He said to billy with a smile
I know you hide out for a while
Ah but you cant out run the long arm of the law
No you cant out run the long arm of the law
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Why Are We So Greedy
To the Earth Mother who feeds us disrespect we do pay
That future generations may have to pay for one day
Of stealing from Nature's resources billions some do make
Why are we so greedy that we take and we take?
In disrespect for Nature through innocence lost
The success of us humans could come at a cost
The ways of Mother Nature we do not understand
We pollute the air, seas, waterways and land
'Tis Nature resources made the oil dealer a billionaire
Yet of Nature's beauty such types not aware
We do not own Nature though to her we belong
And to her many of us have done wrong
And for our crimes against her future generations may yet pay
That seems a sad thing for to have to say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Mr. Shoemaker's Daughter
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
Don't throw my love away.
I'm coming home today.
Hey, mr. green grocer's daughter,
Hey, mr. green grocer's daughter,
Don't turn your head away.
Don't take the sun away.
Every time i see you i wanna say "hey".
But every time you see me you walking away from me.
I've been gone for such a long, long time,
But i'm coming home, gonna make you mine.
Hey, mr. cake baker's daughter,
Hey, mr. bread baker's daughter,
I'm coming home today.
Don't hide the world[?] away.
Every time i see you i wanna say "hey".
But every time you see me you walking away from me.
I've been gone for such a long, long time,
But i'm coming home, gonna make you mine.
How is that fresh morning feeling?
How is the dawn and the evening?
I will be free today.
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
Hey, mr. shoemaker's daughter,
I'll see you soon today.
Hey, mr. dress maker's daughter,
Hey, mr. green seller's daughter,
Don't throw my love away.
song performed by by Kinks
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The Crazy Bull
Look out, here comes a crazy bull
He is crazy
Hide behind the fence, my love
He is coming fast
Just toss me your jacket
And I will fight him for you
Toro, Toro, Toro
Enter the arena
everyone
Is watching me now
Toro, Toro, Toro
Crazy bull
Little by little
I am taming you
They are going to open up the gates
To his pen
So this beaten bull can leave
Now he returns back home
Looking like a lamb
Toro, Toro, Toro
poem by Mercedes Zoller
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Farmer's Daughter
I do come from miles away,
Ain't got no place to stay.
Glad to help you plow your fields,
Farmer's daughter.
Might be just a couple of days,
Clean up, rest, and be on my way.
Thank you, madam, much obliged,
Farmer's daughter.
So long, got to leave your land.
Many thanks, it was might grand.
I do hope to see you again,
Farmer's Daughter.
Farmer's Daughter.
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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On Joe White's Ninetieth Birthday
So many he knew in his younger years to life have come and gone
But like the great man that he is Joe White keeps on keeping on
Ten years short of his century in his ninetieth year of life
I remember him and his daughter daughter Bibi and his now long deceased wife.
He and his wife and daughter went to live in America many decades ago
But they returned to Ballydaly to live amongst old friends they did know
He has done his share of travelling but the love of home is strong
And he is back in Tubber where he feels he does belong.
One of the elder citizens of the Parish of Millstreet
He is as nice a person as one could wish to meet
I have fond memories of him and of his ready smile
He is one of those nice people that I've not seen for some-while.
In the Wallis Arms in Millstreet Town for him a surprise party where a great night was had by all
And I bet at the happy gathering old times they did recall
Joe White has turned ninety and enjoying his lengthy life span
And it truly can be said of him that he is a gentleman.
poem by by unknown author
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