Make You Laugh
Sorrows gather
Like sidewalk puddles
In the disconsolate rain,
A parent conceals
A secret grief while a child plays
In the summer streets.
Even in the midst of joy,
Over the horizon,
Lingers the shadows
Of disappointment and defeat.
My personality
Is melancholy tinged,
But my real inner person
Is beautiful within.
One day, when the world
Has made you too sad,
I’ll find a way to make you laugh.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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In The Puddles
Rain bashing, rain crashing,
In the puddles, children splashing,
Mother's tongue has started lashing,
Everyone is wet!
Rain slopping, rain stopping,
In the puddles, children hopping,
Mother's hands have started mopping,
Everyone, I bet!
Sun waking, sun breaking,
In the puddles, children quaking,
Mother's arms have started shaking,
Everyone, she'll net!
Sun applying, sun drying,
In the puddles, children crying,
Mother's breath is now a sighing,
Everyone's upset!
Sun gleaming, sun scheming,
In the puddles, children steaming!
Mother's smile, now is beaming,
Everyone's her pet!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Folk Man
The folk man makes beautiful music everyday when
He plays the guitar in the streets and he gets $ 90.00/ day for his Singing
And the money is given to him by the strangers that are walking on the Sidewalk where he plays his guitar
And the strangers that walk in the sidewalk goes crazy for his music
His music leaves people breathless
And the folk man got the gift of music from God
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Be a child-parent-adult
To the child, it is a day.
To the parent, it is a night.
To the adult both are inclusive.
The child lives in fantasy.
The parent lives in fallacy.
It is the adult that lives,
Where he is put, in ecstasy.
The child admires things.
The parent criticizes them.
The adult realizes them.
The child appreciates.
The parent deprecates.
The adult rationalizes.
The poet is the child in man.
The priest is the parent in man.
The logician is the adult in man.
Live a child to be youthful.
Live a parent to be awesome.
Live an adult to be credible.
27.01.2000, Kottayam
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
poem by Langston Hughes
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Rain you do not drain my soul
Rain, rain if the fall
rain, rain hear my call
droplets fall with such grace from above
like a angel tear dropp covered dove
so soothing
so moving
the puddles from a swift current thats glistening
gather your loved ones and keep listening
to the light sound
of that beautifal rain hit the ground
poem by Travis clark
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Chalk
I'm a picture made of chalk
Drawn on the sidewalk,
A white powder
Poured on the black tarmac
And gray pavement.
I'm colored flakes of dust
Pressed into the ground,
Scraping against the rocks,
Carving an image into the surface
Of a parking lot,
Or some other vacant and spacious nowhere.
I'm a picture
Sketched by an innocent and naïve child
Who disappears—
Searching for someplace warm—
When the rain clouds cover the sky.
The rain dampens the streets,
Flushing it to a cool river
Flowing on the cemented pathways,
Guiding the flotsam
To glide somewhere else entirely.
I,
The etched smear of clay-like crumbles,
Soak in the reservoirs
Of rushing rain water
And I melt,
Streaking down the roads
In streams of diffusive tones.
I become a washed-out pool
Of stains.
The floor clears itself of me.
Then the sun comes out,
Crisping all the wet and battered land,
Frying the puddles into an evaporative sizzle,
And I,
The water drenched ash,
Am carried by the heat upward
Into the separating clouds—
Drained of their darkness,
Discharged of their electrical pulse,
And empty.
My illustration is gone,
Waiting to be drawn again
If only the child—
Or someone else—
Would be so inspired
To draw me....
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Summer Rain
Memory has seized stinging
Thoughts do not beat on the hands
You’re going and I’m seeing
You off to the alien lands
You are the constant migrant
Looking for good luck
You came just to say that you went
And you fly again.
So scud.
Summer rain, summer rain
It today has pored so early
Summer rain, summer rain
Will clear my heartache curlie-wurlie
We shall share our grieves with it
By the water-blind pane
Summer rain, summer rain
Whispers it to me his wisdom:
You will come, come again
Come again, to return freedom
Missing one’s time is most frequent of life plays
With two actors at stage.
Night dreams of you will soon vanish
Soon they will perish and, oh!
New dream will lighten and get warmth in my old cold home
When you have love, don’t seek more loving
You’ll realize with time
Now you don’t want to hear my cry and you’re lost for a while.
Summer rain, summer rain
It today has pored so early
Summer rain, summer rain
Will clear my heartache curlie-wurlie
We shall share our grieves with it
By the water-blind pane
Summer rain, summer rain
Whispers it to me his wisdom:
You will come, come again
Come again, to return freedom
Missing one’s time is most frequent of life plays
With two actors at stage.
song, lyrics by Igor Talkov, translated by Victor Sklyarov
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Summer's Rain
Another child bathed in summer's rain
Another cloud rised in horizon's plain
Another piece broke from your crystal heart
Another piece broke your consiousness apart
Chasing after the brightest eyes
Where have you been all my life?
Perhaps you've been a thorn in my side
Perhaps you've been a flower to revive
And here we are, adrift upon summer's sky
And here we are, adrift upon our bitter lives
Though drowning in summer's rain
No longer, no longer, no longer
Now that we've found the urge
For memory to remember
And forgetfulness to forget
For all our times to spend
Dreaming about summer
And summer's end....
poem by Lubna Hazeem
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A Compilation of Memories
Newspapers are wet
on the cold cement
in bits and pieces
they speak from under my shoes
the ink
flows into the gutter
swimming with the rain
and captured industrial smells
I love this city.
The light from storefronts
seeps out
from the windows and doors
trying to warm
the streets
spills over onto the sidewalk
makes puddles and pools
one with the water
I love this city.
The wind sings
as it blows
the cold on our faces
ice does what it is told
it hurts
and then loves
embraces us in its strong arms
but we already are free
I love this city.
The rust on the fence
smiles at me
as i silently pass by
on my way across the world
the map
in my shaking hands
is wet and smeared
but i can find my way and the rust is happy.
I love this city.
The sun comes out
slowly like she is afraid
but no one will hurt her
she is their hearts
my feet
are tired
the city’s sorrows found them
and told them how it feels
to let it all fade and die.
poem by L'Angley S Delmonte
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Love is a child
Love was a child, so meek and so mild
Love was a child who smiled.
Love was a child who played with a toy train
Love was a child who jumped in puddles in the rain.
Love was a child who laughed and played.
Love was a child God lovingly made.
Love is a child that God now holds
Love is a child who will never grow old.
Love is a child we sorely miss
Love is a child who Angels now kiss.
Love is a child.
poem by Daniel Hooks
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Teardrops of Rain
The rain outside is falling steadily but slowly
I look at each leaf seeing a tear dropp slide down
Each branch of this bush carries it's own burden
Some stand at attention feeling alive and excited feeling refreshed
While others droop in sadness as each tear dropp hits it
As the rain hits the leaves the rain drops stay resting on each petal
How will I shake this so the tears fall away leaving only happiness
As I stand outside there is a calm that comes over me
I hear the pain of the rain drops hitting the ground
Puddles form on the surface allowing people to walk all over your emotions
Little children stomp their way through each puddle not understanding the depth of the pain felt
As I walk through the rain I am careful not wanting to challenge the puddles that lie under my feet
Some puddles are deeper then others
Leaving more to soak up
I hear the steady dripping of rain falling against the down spout
The rain plays to it's own beat making beautiful music
Makes me want to lie down and take it all in
It is the most peaceful sound and brings stillness to my thoughts
As the night goes to bed and the morning takes over everything looks refreshed and wide awake
It is thime to take on a new day
A day of no teardrops of rain
poem by Anne Jones
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All the time a person is a child he is both a child and learning to be a parent. After he becomes a parent he becomes predominantly a parent reliving childhood.
quote by Benjamin McLane Spock
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Rain 2
Rain drops falling down
Rain drops tumble all around
Rain make puddles on the ground, but there’s no surprise ‘cos
Rain drops are tears from my eyes
poem by David Child
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mid-summers Rain
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MID-SUMMER’S RAIN!
Juicy water melons and iced buttermilk,
Cool breeze of summer with waves kissing
our feet,
These are a few blessings of an Indian
summer time,
Let’s walk the beaches with your hand in
mine!
O lovely summer time!
Sitting under the shade with cold lemonade,
I see the boats sailing, - their white dotted
sails!
While the surf riders perform their undulating
dance, -
As we sit under the sun-shade almost in a
trance!
O summer’s hypnotic trance!
Next I see the dark clouds on the horizon afar,
Soon they begin to cover the sky entire!
Rain drops keep falling as mid-summer’s rain,
As we kiss each other all drenched in the rain!
O how I wish to spend this summer with you, -
All over again! !
-Raj Nandy
04 Apr 09
New Delhi
Sidewalk Talk
Watch where you walk 'cause the sidewalks talk
And you can't keep a secret from the ground beneath you
Step very lightly on the earth below
Or before you know it everyone will know
Streets were paved with a thousand eyes
And try as you may you can't disguise
There's only two things that you can't hide from
That's you and the ground you're walking on
Chorus:
Watch where you walk, 'cause the sidewalks talk
You better watch what you do, what you do
'cause the sidewalk talk can get carried away
You better watch what you say, what you say
Think when you speak 'cause you gotta 'long the street
They can read what you say so you gotta stay away
From words that sting, words are not true
And the things you say make a fool of you
Little white lies make the sidewalk cry
And you can betray with the things you say
Words won't last when you say 'em too fast
And you've been mislead by the things you've said
(chorus)
Intermediate:
When you're living on the street
Life can be full of misery
Find a place to call your own
Make your heart into a home
You can do it, uh huh
(repeat 3 times)
You can do it
After every word there's a place that heard
Every time your shoe hits the avenue
And when you've gone they'll sing a song
Of the stories you told when you felt so bold
You better think twice when you cross the ice
Everything you do comes back to you
When you're shedding a tear sidewalks will hear
When your laughter's true they'll run with you
(chorus)
(intermediate)
You can do it, uh huh
(repeat 3 times)
You can do it
(repeat 3 times)
(chorus)
Sidewalk talk
(repeat 3 times)
Let me tell ya 'bout sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
(repeat)
Watch out for sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Sidewalk talk
Let me tell ya 'bout
Let me tell ya 'bout
Let me tell ya 'bout
Let me tell ya 'bout sidewalk talk
song performed by by Madonna
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Michael From Mountains
Michael wakes you up with sweets
He takes you up streets and the rain comes down
Sidewalk markets locked up tight
And umbrellas bright on a grey background
Theres oil on the puddles in taffeta patterns
That run down the drain
In colored arrangements
That michael will change with a stick that he found
(chorus)
Michael from mountains
Go where you will go to
Know that I will know you
Someday I may know you very well
Michael brings you to a park
He sings and its dark when the clouds come by
Yellow slickers up on swings
Like puppets on strings hanging in the sky
Theyll splash home to suppers in wallpapered kitchens
Their mothers will scold
But michael will hold you
To keep away cold till the sidewalks are dry-
(chorus)
Michael leads you up the stairs
He needs you to care and you know you do
Cats come crying to the key
And dry you will be in a towel or two
Theres rain in the window
Theres sun in the painting that smiles on the wall
You want to know all
But his mountains have called so you never do-
(chorus)
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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i LoVe aSMaRa iN THe RaiN...!
The streets of *Asmara* are magnificent site
With art deco buildings, tall trees
'N Italian resembling refreshing cafes
With their famous cappuccinos and sweet cakes
I Love to take a walk in those streets
When they are quiet
...Quiet as the Sahara desert
But they never are and never will be
For it's a city that never sleeps
It is quiet only when it rains
It rains only in summer
Summer comes only ones a year
...'N i walk the streets then
I love to take a walk in the streets of Asmara
When it is summer and quiet
I love Asmara in the rain
'N i would walk the streets again and again...!
poem by Konjit Berhane
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Dreaming of Ulrike Meinhof
You were my sweet terrorist
Who hijacked my heart
And blew it to smithereens!
I remember our secret tryst
When the moon shone on your raven hair,
And the first time that we kissed
Was like an answer to a desperate prayer;
Of all the girlfriends that I've missed
I miss you most -
I've wandered the Berlin streets
A disconsolate ghost,
Riddled with bullets of grief.
I raise a toast to you,
Hoping you'll come back
To shatter our complacency,
Offend our bourgeois decency,
With actions that people deplore,
Bringing to our fading imaginations
The violent charisma true poets adore.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Fall Rain Song
Let the fall rain kiss you
Let the fall rain beat upon your head with silver pearl drops
Let the late fall rain sing you a lullaby
The late rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The late fall rain makes running pools in the gutter
The late fall rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night and day
The fall is as beautiful as I stay in there for several hours
I love the late fall rain as well as I love my boyfriend
poem by Natasa Tocuc
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Late Fall Rain
Let the fall rain kiss you
Let the fall rain beat upon your head with silver pearl drops
Let the late fall rain sing you a lullaby
The late rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The late fall rain makes running pools in the gutter
The late fall rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night and day
The fall is as beautiful as I stay in there for several hours
I love the late fall rain as well as I love my boyfriend
poem by Natasa Tocuc
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