Just to Be in the Presence of This Baby Three Weeks Old
Just to be in the presence of this baby three weeks old
Is a great pleasure-
Just to hover over her cradle
And watch her sleep
Is to see the whole world differently.
How strangely and deeply moving
The sight of this child-
How small how miraculous she is
How happy she makes us all –
There is Hope in the world again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Sight Of A Small Child
THE SIGHT OF A SMALL CHILD
The sight of a small child
Brought tears to my eyes
To watch him fumble
And falter
Fall and rise
Near his mother’s caring eyes
Was all the pleasure
A morning needed.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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My Heart's Song
Absalon, my son, that I could have died for you, my son.
Life holds no pleasure, let me descent to hell, weeping
Grove of Tuoni, grove of evening,
There a sandy cradle is waiting,
There I will carry my child.
There the child is free from sorrow
In the wood, in the meadow
Tending the cattle of Tuoni.
There my child is free from sorrow
When the evening casts it's shadow
Rocked in the cradle of Tuoni.
There my child is free from sorrow,
Lulled to sleep by a birdsong mellow,
Rocked in a cradle of gold.
Peace of Tuoni, far from passion
Far away from man's oppression
Far from the treacherous world.
poem by Aleksis Kivi
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daddy Would Come To Rock Your Cradle..
Mother said, 'Sleep baby sleep, daddy would come to rock your cradle..'
But Daddy you never came...
I waited for you in the lonely nights but you never came...
Mother said, 'Sleep baby sleep, daddy would come to rock your cradle..'
It was a moonlit night I found myself talking to the stars..'when would daddy come to tell me a story..' Now that I don't sleep in the cradle..
The wind whispered in my ear, 'Sleep baby sleep, Daddy would come when you'd blow your b'day candle..'
I remember what my Mother said..'Sleep baby sleep.....
It was my B'day..I din't blow a candle but I closed my eyes to make a wish..and I found myself saying 'Daddy you never came, please come & make me blow a candle.'
But Daddy you never came & things are not the same....
They don't love me anymore & I am waiting for you...one day you will knock the door...
Its been so many years & I'm learning how to survive..I'm lonely, my fears don't let me trust anyone..
The light of love never shines on me...
The baby inside me is so scared to open up...It still yearns for love & protection, which never rained on me...
Wish all my tears become a wish & then I then I won't cry because of the fear of loosing a wish which time could never erase...
I wish to become a baby once again, I won't sleep b'cos I want to see mommy & daddy together...
I want to relive all those moments which I spent without you...
I want to ask so many questions daddy...
Why din't you wipe my tears when I was surrounded by unknown fears..?
Did you sleep at night when I was fighting with my demons..?
Would you love me, would you hug me one day..?
I promise I'll try to forgive you.....
But I know you will never come, b'cos..you never cared for us..you are happy in your world...
I know we've come a long way & it doesn't hurt anymore...
Things will change for good..I am sure..
Oh...but it still hurts when I hear some mother singing this song once again..
''Sleep baby sleep, daddy would come to rock your cradle....'
poem by Prachi angel
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A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O’er my lovely infant’s head;
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams.
Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet Sleep, Angel mild,
Hover o’er my happy child.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight;
Sweet smiles, mother’s smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes.
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.
Sleep, sleep, happy child,
All creation slept and smil'd;
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o’er thee thy mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe, once like thee,
Thy Maker lay and wept for me,
Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee
Smiles on thee, on me, on all;
Who became an infant small.
Infant smiles are His own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
poem by William Blake from Songs of Innocence (1789)
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A Song
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown
Sweet Sleep, angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child!
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight!
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the livelong night beguile.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the dovelike moans beguile.
Sleep, sleep, happy child!
All creation slept and smiled.
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o'er thee doth mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace;
Sweet babe, once like thee
Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:
Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee!
Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small;
Infant smiles are his own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
poem by William Blake
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Ode To Baby
Ode to baby
In some small ways when you think about it
How much happiness he will give you when he arrives
But as we look around everything will change when he will be here
The baby will need my attention than
He will need me there to take care of him
And I will give him all my love
I will than hear just a whisper of what the heart of this baby needs to say
It will make a difference in some small ways
In that baby’s heart will lay the key
That unlocks his destiny
You will be a miracle baby
You will sleep tight my precious one
In that crib
Beautiful Baby
Every day
Will get better
Lullabies I will sing to you
And you will sleep tight every night
And when you come we will share that beautiful world together
That baby will live with the one he loves
And I hope one day when that baby is grown up we can be all proud of him
Of course we will be proud of his parents also
And I will be proud to be your uncle always
This baby’s spirit will always be alive
For now I just have to wait for you first to come to my world
And than to be a part of my life
Baby you are in my prayers
Every day
I believe that this baby will be my future
I will teach him well
I will teach him what is right and what is wrong
I will belong to you once you will arrive
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Be A Nice Baby Boy
Mom`s eyes was looking strange
Something was so cruel in her eyes
Mom made baby sleep
She whispered Hush now baby baby don`t you cry
Baby was boy he was staring at mom`s face and hands (breasts) with his black circle eyes
He was full of an unknown feeling
He didn`t know what was that but he knew it was
Moving inside his body
And looking his mom made it awaked
Baby felt a pleasure
Mom was clothing a white dress
She was a nurse
She knew all the medicines effects very well
She gave baby some sweet liquid
At once he fell into a so deepest asleep
Boy got up
It was 12 p.m.
He rush to the bathroom
Look at his eyes on the mirror
He open his eyes with trouble
He feels his head and eyes are so heavy
He spends all his time sleeping in the bed like a child
He is angry because he is always late
All the day he feels sleepy even when he get up from the sleeping
He is even tired when he is spending time with his girlfriend
His problem is that he feels senseless, tired and angry
I see night mares all the time
I take too much sleep I should go to the doctor
Mom asks: where are you going baby?
Boy says: mom I am not a child any more you are frustrating me with your questions and I am so tired
'You are always my baby,
I don`t know what`s going to my child,
This world is making him apart from me,
I think he is captured by a devil`s power,
He always wants to keep his room`s door closed,
He is going to make something hidden from my eye,
He talks to a girl through the phone,
But he is clean,
He helps to every people that never get to know,
He is so kind sympathized'.
Mom makes some mixed of pills
Solve it into a liquid:
I`m protecting you my son, '
You are only a child you can not protect from yourself,
I am making life more safe for you,
These pills will sleep some one for 24 hours,
Doctor gave them to the mothers after giving a birth,
For feeling less pain and sleep,
I will give it to you for sleeping and making the time of your day short,
You will not be suffered any more with visiting a girl and making conversation with her,
You will sleep all the day,
You will dream of making love,
Your feeling will be satisfied during your dream,
Just like the first time'
Mom is sitting near her son looking at him,
Touching his body caress his face
He is deeply sleeping
Mom whispers: Hush now baby baby don`t you cry
Be clean and healthy
Keep sleeping here
I love you.
poem by Sepideh Mehrsa
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Good-By To The Cradle
GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle,
The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside:
No more to its motion, o'er Sleep's fairy ocean,
Our play-weary wayfarers peacefully glide;
No more by the rhythm of slow-moving rocker
Their sweet, dreamy fancies are fostered and fed;
No more to low singing the cradle goes swinging--
The child of this era is put into bed!
Good-by to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle,--
It lent to the twilight a mystical charm:
When bees left the clover, when playtime was over,
How safe seemed this shelter from danger and harm;
How soft seemed the pillow, how distant the ceiling,
How weird were the voices that whispered around;
What dreams would come flocking as, rocking and rocking,
We floated away into slumber profound.
Good-by to the cradle, the old wooden cradle,
The babe of the day does not know it by sight;
When day leaves the border, with system and order
The child goes to bed, and we put out the light.
I bow to Progression; and ask no concession,
Though strewn be her pathway with wrecks of the Past.
So off with old lumber, that sweet ark of slumber,
The dear wooden cradle, is ruthlessly cast.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I Hope You're Happy
I hope you’re happy
When you see her smile
Illuminating up your world
Left breathless all the while
I hope you’re happy
When she looks at you
Piercing the depths of your eyes
Whenever she speaks the truth
I hope you’re happy
When all you hear is her voice
A musical trill in the air
Singled out from the noise
I hope you’re happy
When she keeps you company
Seeking comfort in her presence
And everything she could be
I hope you’ll be happy
When smiling gets too hard
And seeing you hurts too much
When I’ve been broken apart
But I’ll try to be happy
If it means you will be too
And if she is what it takes
Then that’s what I’ll do
poem by Pondering Portrait
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The Old Wooden Cradle
Good-bye to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle
The rude hand of Progress has thrust it aside.
No more to its motion o’er sleep’s fairy ocean,
Our play-weary wayfarers peacefully glide.
No more by the rhythm of slow-moving rocker,
Their sweet dreamy fancies are fostered and fed;
No more to low singing the cradle goes swinging –
The child of this era is put into bed.
Good-bye to the cradle, the dear wooden cradle,
It lent to the twilight a strange, subtle charm;
When bees left the clover, when play-time was over,
How safe seemed this shelter from danger or harm.
How soft seemed the pillow, how distant the ceiling,
How weird were the voices that whispered around,
What dreams would come flocking, as rocking and rocking,
We floated away into slumber profound.
Good-bye to the cradle, the old wooden cradle,
The babe of to-day does not know it by sight.
When day leaves the border, with system and order,
The child goes to bed and we put out the light.
I bow to Progression and ask no concession,
Though strewn be her pathway with wrecks of the past;
So off wit old lumber, that sweet ark of slumber,
The old wooden cradle, is ruthlessly cast.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Trigger Happy
Got an ak-47, well you know it makes me feel alright
Got an uzi by my pillow, helps me sleep a little better at night
Theres no feeling any greter
Than to shoot first and ask questions later
Now Im trigger happy, trigger happy every day
Well, you cant take my guns away, I got a constitutional right
Yeah, I gotta be ready if the commies attack us tonight
Ill blow their brains out with my smith and wesson
That ought to teach them all a darn good lesson
Now Im trigger happy, trigger happy every day
(oh yeah, Im)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
(oh baby, Im)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
(oh Im so)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or Im gonna have to blow you away
Oh, I accidently shot daddy last night in the den
I mistook him in the dark for a drug-crazed nazi again
Now whyd you have to get so mad?
It was just a lousy flesh wound, dad
You know, Im trigger happy, trigger happy every day
Oh, I still havent figured out the safety on my rifle yet
Little fluffy took a round, better take him to the vet
I filled that kitty cat so full of lead
Well have to use him for a pencil instead
Well, Im so trigger happy, trigger happy every day
(oh yeah, Im)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
(oh baby, Im)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
(oh Im so)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or Im gonna have to blow you away
Come on and grab your ammo
What have you got to lose?
Well all get liquored up
And shoot at anything that moves
Got a brand new semi-automatic weapon with a laser sight
Oh, Im prayin somebody tries to break in here tonight
I always keep a magnum in my trunk
You better ask yourself, do you feel lucky, punk?
Because Im trigger happy, trigger happy every day
(oh yeah, Im)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
(oh baby, Im)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
(oh Im so)trigger, trigger happy
Yes Im trigger, trigger happy
Better watch out, punk, or Im gonna have to blow you away
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Cruel
Oh yeah
Born no longer a baby
Always trying to keep
In one place for long, oh long enough to sleep
Oh sleep and dreams are here the same
Gone'n got no rest
They'll no longer speak to you. moving on again
I'm moving on... moving on again
Well I'm moving...moving on again
Baby you're so cruel
You're cruel to yourself you never understand
Boy'll never do ya no harm
For you to build the frame of the bed you sleep upon
So spill your milk and honey
And get your kicks off your next man
Bigger than you think and you make him go, go on
Oh you make him...moving on again
Oh he's moving on...moving on again
Baby you're so cruel
Thought about the dream is so real now
These are dreams of mine you're so aimless...so aimless
You baby, you're so cruel
Wonder what you're gonna think of yourself
When the phone calls fade away
As you hold his shoulders, did you think it would come to this day
Ask yourself why he's off
When others surround you
He was one of many on the day that he found you
Oh you're moving...moving on again
Yeah you're moving...moving on again
Yeah you're moving...moving on again
Baby you're so cruel
song performed by by Default
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Girl Happy
(words & music by pomus - meade)
Girl happy, yes Im girl happy,
Girl happy, cant you see
Every girl I see looks good to me
What crazy way I were to be
I love a life of nothing but beautiful women
Well Im girl happy, yes Im girl happy,
Girl happy, cant you see
Every time I see a pretty face
My heart just heads for outer space
I need a girl to make my life worth of living
Yes, Im girl happy, yes Im girl happy,
Girl happy, cant you see
Ive been like this since I was just a baby boy
First nurse that rocked my cradle made me jump to joy
Mama keep your daughter out of sight
Im in a lovin mood tonight
I love a life of nothing but beautiful women
Well Im girl happy, yes Im girl happy,
Girl happy, cant you see
Ive been like this since I was just a baby boy
First nurse that rocked my cradle made me jump to joy
Girl happy, well Im girl happy,
Yes Im girl happy, cant you see
Girl happy, said Im girl happy,
Yes Im girl happy, cant you see
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Like A California King
i see you have made yourself
a brand new life
such a cool blue star
with a bright new shine
i see you wear your checkered past
just like a shining suit of gold
i know you think you look so special
i am told you have found yourself
a brand new time
watch the world stand still
as the years go by
i know you think you are new and different
but it makes no sense to me
there is nothing new about you
just another self-made man
there is nothing new that i can see
enjoy it while you can
i know you think you look so special
what makes you think you are so special?
what makes you think you are unique?
i see you smile and i get angry
as i watch you go colossal
like a california king
i hear you gave the world a brand new voice
such a happy melody with a new wave whine
yeah i see you hide behind your own noise
i think i've seen enough
i will find you in the crowded room
i will knock you off your feet
i will burn you just like teenage love
i will eat you just like meat
i will break you into pieces
hold you up for all the world to see
what makes you think
you are better than me?
what makes you think you are better?
what makes you think you are complete?
what makes you think
you are the only one
immune to falling down?
why can't you see?
i see you fall and i get happy
i will watch you burn like fire
i will watch you burn
like a california king
i will watch you burn
like a california king
song performed by by Everclear
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Through My Heart (The Arrow)
[Brain Mcknight]
Quietly I watch you sleep
Hopefully you won't hear what I say
Wondering if I turned the clouds
Happy the moment I tasted your rain
Tonight was the night
That I saw my first sight
Of how pleasure wins over pain
Now I know what I know
Don't wanna ever let you go
I just hope that you feel the same
You shot your arrow
Through my restless
song performed by by Az Yet from Az Yet
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Happy now.
I hope this makes you happy now,
That the strength i had has gone,
I hope this makes you happy now,
That all my fears are back to haunt,
When yours have finally gone.
I hope this makes you happy now,
My brightest colours have gone,
For greys to return.
He was all i wanted to find,
In a boy i wanted to now,
But my chances have gone,
He's just a distant memory,
Before everything turned wrong.
I hope this makes you happy now,
I'm pretending to be fine,
I hope this makes you happy now,
I'm just like the rest of you.
He's the only boy that would listen,
But you took that away from me,
So i hope this makes you happy now,
I'm faking my whole life,
And living one big LIE.
written on 12th august 2010
poem by Jess Jayne
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The Story Of Nevermore
now I cast a hypnotic spell
to free a child from her hell
surrender now child fall deep in my spell
just come to me child and all will be well
rise now child in sleep you now come
walk now child thought your scenes stay numb
fall now child in to a peaceful dream
but nothing there is as it seems
even thought child in you dream all is right
really your body walks still throw the night
relax now child let that dream ease your mind
follow now child let my voice be your guild
don’t worry child my intentions are pure
you’ll be happy with me of that I am sure
I’m just so tired of being alone
I want a child all of my own
so sleepwalk now child to the pull of my charm
sleepwalk to me child you’ll be safe in my arms
nevermore child shall you cry out in pain
your old life will be lost but a new one will be gained
sleepwalk to me child you’ll be my daughter soon
find your way to me child by the light of the moon
sleepwalk to me child and I’ll show you my ways
all the things I can show you; you’ll be amazed
sleepwalk to me child your almost here
come to me child soon all will be clear
sleepwalk to me child come meet your new mom
soon the whole world will rest in your palm
I see you now child I have you in sight
I run to you child now all is right
your eyes are dazed child unseeing and blank
I can see you now child what a great daughter you’ll make
come to me child collapse in my arms
come to me child you’re safe now from harm
I hold you now child and cradle you close to my heart
I hum to you child as I carry you throw the dark
were home now dear child far from all you ones knew
were home now dear child only one thing left to do
I made this child a special potion just for you
and with it your life begins anew
drink this now child and let your past slip away
remember not one second not one moment or one day
your eyes close child as I release you from my spell
in conciseness you do not dwell
back in to slumber you fall ever so deep
I love how innocent you look in sleep
a new name you need child to mark your new life
you need a new name as you exist the light
your name is Nevermore My child Raven Nevermore
a name like none ever heard before
you are Raven Nevermore
a young witch of great power to explore
you are Raven Nevermore
my daughter now and evermore
poem by Raven Nevermore
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I Miss My Baby
(Cyndi Lauper, Jan Pulsford)
Come to mama 'cause you know
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
In the middle of the night
When the last sheep jumps through my head
Why shut out the light?
When I know I'm gonna wake up again
In crumpled sheets
There is no silhouette
To the sight of me
It's much to cold in this bed
Oooooohhhh,
I miss my baby
Oooooohhhh,
I miss my baby
Oooooohhhh,
I miss my baby
Oooooohhhh,
I miss my baby
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
I turn on my side
And I can hear myself breathe
It's pretty quiet outside
I miss the sound of you next to me
When you talk in your sleep
And you mention my name
I close my eyes to remember
But it's just not the same
Oooooohhhh
I miss my baby
Oooooohhhh
I miss my baby
Oooooohhhh (Ooh, I miss him)
I miss my baby
Oooooohhhh (in the middle of the night)
I miss my baby
Can't pet your head all with the covers to your chin
And watch you kick them off again
Can't watch you sleep in the light
From the slit in the door
And what I can't have
It makes me want it even more
It makes me want it even more
Ba, ba, ba, ba
Oooooohhhh
I miss my baby
Oooooohhhh
I miss my baby
Oooooohhhh (in the middle of the night)
I miss my baby (in the broad daylight)
Oooooohhhh (oh, I miss you)
I miss my baby
Oooooohhhh (oh, I miss you, miss you)
I miss my baby
Oooooohhhh (in the middle of the night)
I miss my baby
Oooooohhhh (gonna kiss you)
I miss my baby
Oooooohhhh (in the broad daylight)
I miss my baby
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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A Child Is Angel Ever!
Any child is a sweet little angel anywhere!
Idea of angel would have evolved by child!
Child nature and Universal Spirit are God.
Born of love child is the sense of joy ever
That gives hope to family to pull on well
And the cheerful mood gives confidence!
Smiling as freshly bloomed flower child is
Cynosure of all everywhere moving all
To do great things at least to keep her joy!
We have to make the world better at least
For the child to live better in joy than us..
We have to do best things to make it better!
Child is God in the human form ever to lead
All in cheerful mood to cherish love and hope!
poem by Ramesh T A
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It Makes Me Happy, To Be With You
It makes me happy, to be with you.
To watch you smile and hear you speak
and see your eyes turn softly warm,
makes me happy to be with you.
It makes me happy, to be with you.
To watch you spreading jam and butter
on your home made scones,
makes me happy to be with you.
It makes me happy, to be with you.
To be able to put my arms around you
and draw you gently close to me,
makes me happy to be with you.
And it makes me happy, to be with you
when holding your cheek close to mine,
breathing the warmth of you
and feeling the warmth of you
soaking quietly through me,
makes my breath tremble in my chest.
You make me happy to be with you.
poem by Red O'Mara
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