Be An Example!
Banks of rivers and ponds have screw pines,
that has the flower, so fragrant and divine,
the smell invites from the distant, but the cobras guard,
Guards are distracted for the blooms to be extracted.
The elongated leaf like petals are folded,
To keep on the plaited hair of the young damsels,
When the season for blooming arrives,
Our girls are fragrant with screw pines flowers.
We play under the sun all day long,
Oiled hair friends of us at our side, tag along,
We run around the village paths and tunnels,
Sprint after the calves and kids that are innocent.
Innocence of us preserved, nothing to contaminate,
Additives and preservatives not added, to manipulate,
Removing the innocence from our children is a crime,
When adults are disoriented, how to sublime?
Disinfectants to keep the place germ free,
Innocence to keep the heart hurt free,
Let them know about it when the time comes,
Until then let the adults be the examples to them.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Great Gift Of Youth
The great gift of youth is a thing to enjoy
And the crimes of the man are not the crimes of the boy
That all children are innocent to all children apply
And why we lose our innocence don't ask me why?
That time changes us as people does seem sad to say
We lose our youthful innocence as we grow old and gray
And some even become more hardened with the passing of time
Lose respect for self and others and turn to crime.
Any crime against children cannot be seen as small
And the abuse of a child one of the greatest crimes of all
Any crime against a child a hard crime to forgive
Those who commit such crimes with their sins have to live.
It's praises the singers and Songwriters sing
For the great gift of youth is a marvellous thing
And sad to say some children at a young age have innocence stole
From them by damaged adults who lack in self control.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Innocence Taken
Innocence taken
by those who thought
that it was ok to lie
by those who thought
nothing matters
Innocence taken
no longer available
Innocence unable
to ever speak again
Innocence silenced
to soon
Innocence taken
there's no truth over the lie
Innocence taken
by those who thought
I'll be the same again
by those who thought
its ok to kill
by those who thought
it's ok to take
Innocence replaced
by fear and mistrust
Innocence disappeared
before it came
Innocence taken
by those who
laughed at every cry
by those who had none
Innocence reflecting
a little girls eyes
innocence taken away
without my permission
poem by Kiara Davar
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Screw It All
Screw the World
Screw my friends
Screw the lies that never end
Screw my mom
Screw my dad
Screw the way I feel sad
Screw my teachers
Screw my school
Screw the life of one man's rule
Screw my clothes
Screw my nose
All it is is a fake pose
Screw my body
Screw my face
Screw all the parts below my waist
Screw your life
And Screw mine
Screw the rich who drink and dine
Screw the poor
Screw the sick
All it is is a load of gick
Screw my money
Screw my car
Oh my God, I'm so sick of it all!
poem by Artemis Zeus
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Tall Pines (the last seconds of a hung)
Tall pines
huge excuses
terrible endless cries
remorse
and then silence
cessation
continuous cessation
Tall pines
infinite shame
undefined cries
needs
passionate
last flick of passion
last spark of a need
passionate again
to wave goodbuy
with a blooded tear running from his closed eye
to prove his innocence
to prove
his regret.
forgiveness
and an innocent soul
but bloodstained hands
incessant cessation
Tall pines
and strained innocence
unexcused cried
unfounded words
unfounded screams
and laughs
that penetrate his chest
inflated with half-finished pride
and remorse
regret
that make the pines twisting around
like he's intoxicated
like he can lose his shelf again
for a while
"Pray for forgiveness my son
pray to rest your soul in god's arms"
Strained innocence
Stained innocence
and a sarcastic giggle
"father, I am alone"
Tall pines
and the hung cries
tall pines
and they wave to him goodbuy
as they laugh or fearlessly smile
he cries
he dies
under the small tall pines.
poem by Katerina Val
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Innosense
innocence
innocence finds you there
innocence
innocence doesn't care
any way you choose
the sun and the son
are true
hold me now
I won't let go
innocence
innocence lets you go
innocence holds you down
any way
any way that you want
and you will be there
with the sun
and you say you don't care
oh
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from Machina II / Friends and Enemies of Modern Music
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Fragrance
Awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
An abundance of white innocence
Raining at me, very giving
Very kind
Impressions of you
From the first couple of times
Your eyes, your smile
The touch of your hand
The smile kept blooming
While awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
A surprising sudden elation
Growing intense
My thoughts dance
With the flowers
In circles all encompassing
Struck by the magic in that moment
Movement, eternity
Solid with a sharp edge
Cutting through time and space
So complete and independent
They are no longer mine
No I cant possess them
As I cant possess you
Too small really
To be able to hold
To be able to stay
Awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
An abundance of white innocence
I keep
That beautiful piece of memory.
poem by Dharinee Bapat
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The Blooming. The Innocence. And The Grooming Done
The blooming.
For the first time I noticed.
The different hues and scents.
Each with a unique,
And magificent appearance.
These are flowers,
Reaching to peak!
The innocence.
Of children playing,
As they display experience...
Climbing the monkey bars,
Closed within elementary school yards.
These are 'adults'...
At the beginning of their bloom.
The grooming done,
By mothers of freshly born pets.
This 'aliveness' felt...
When I witness nature at 'her' best.
The passing of sirens,
Rushing through inner city streets.
Enriches an involvement,
Of a life one gets...
Once it becomes obvious,
How all is connected.
And how one observing,
Becomes attached to it!
All seeking to climax,
At a destiny reached.
The blooming.
The innocence.
And the grooming done!
And I observing all...
As if all is within one.
And,
It is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Children Lose Their Innocence
The innocence of childhood it is a marvellous thing
And all children are untainted in their life's early Spring
But by the time they've reached their teens their innocence they've lost
And the experience that we gain from age always comes at a cost.
When children lose their innocence they lose their gift of joy
The joy that comes from innocence in every young girl and boy
Compared to us young children see life quite differently
Of the guilt of corruption they are completely free.
I have such happy memories of when I was a boy
My childhood years were happy years but time just seemed to fly
And the experience that I've gained from life it came at a great cost
For I lost something beautiful when innocence I lost.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Play!
Kids play
They play in every space they can find!
Innocent games!
That bring fun and pleasure to their untainted soul!
If I could retrieve my innocence!
I give my soul that which was!
These games I play!
Are they so innocent now?
The question is,
Is there innocence in the world?
We flow on denial and hope of that which is not real!
Like a game of chess!
Mixing and mingling has gone beyond that which is real!
Innocence broken down!
Am I a part of it!
Do I have a choice in everything?
That which I want is gone!
Gone with the Birds and the Queen bee!
How long can I hold on?
In denial!
I keep holding on to that which I know will never be!
Player!
The odds have turned!
Can one change a player?
One can only change one self!
I play Oh yes!
My kind of game!
I remove that which takes innocence away!
poem by Flencirose Basera
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A Call To Big Brothers & Big Sisters...
Beware Young Ones
Of The Internet
Beware of Saboteurs
Of Innocence
For, Not Everyone
Is Your Friend
There Are Those
Who Just Pretend …
So, To Ply Their Penchant
For The Corruptible
Beware of The Pitfalls
& The Perverted-Perils
& Twisted Tricks & Traps, Terrible
Yes, Be Aware, Be Discernible
There Are Many Out There
Skilled, In Vicious Variables
And If You Keep That Guardian
In Mind …
You Will Be Able To Have
A Safe & Good Time
For, There Is Fun & Info
Fantastic
Like A Private-Party
Sky’s The Limit – Jet!
Just Beware, Young Ones
While You Play
Yes, Beware …
All, Are Not Whom, They Say …
“ Written: Because There Are So Many
Young Ones, Who Get Online, Who Just Want To
Have Innocent Fun or A Relief From Boredom
(But There Are Predators Who Wish
To Steal Away Their Innocence)
So Fellow Adults, Let’s Be Big Brothers
And Big Sisters For Them
(For We Are Our Brother’s Keeper)
Big Sis,
MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Morning Innocence
Morning Innocence
We’re all born with it
As children, its what we live on
Screw death and destruction
Its only life and love that
we want to know about
For that’s all we should know
Contemplations of death and destruction
Is just a waste of our breath
and a waste of our tears
Yet some may still wonder
'What is `Morning Innocence`? '
It’s the knowledge of knowing nothing
As children or as we wake up
Death, pain, and hatred are never
the first thing on our minds
This is Morning Innocence
Be it the beginning of our lives
or the beginning of our day
We know nothing...
Yet time passes we lose this
Morning Innocence
Even if it’s hours or years
We start to realize
All the death, pain, and destruction
That shall one day consume our lives
However, to the end of our day(s)
as a reflection of our souls
We accept it as it comes along
We’re brilliant...
We know everything there is to know
We know what is soon to come
Because this Morning Innocence
is no longer a factor in our lives
No more knowledge...
We’ve been exposed to it all
and yet we’re still being exposed
There’s ten million ways to die
and the number keeps growing
and now - we no longer have
our Morning Innocence
to protect us.
poem by Joseph Anthony Montefusco
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Innocence Matter: Restoration Perfection
Innocence is the question?
Innocence is the X factor?
Innocence is life mortality?
Innocence is sinless state immortality?
Innocence is physical perfection?
Innocence is purity soul divinity?
Innocence is state of grace harmony?
Innocence is Trinity creation link eternity?
Innocence is life breath immortality?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Innocence Is A Harmonic Restoration Seed
innocence is a blessing easily tarnished
innocence sees beauty even in dark souls
innocence has belief to calm brutal beasts
innocence is a sacred gift easily forfeit lost
innocence has faith to restore hardened hearts
innocence has vision to invoke creative remedies
innocence is a unique seed of passion harmonies
innocence has truth to see path to restorations
innocence has patience to work new miracles
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Energy
Matter
It wants to play
Be a mother of singing
Waiting for the return of words
Into her womb
Sparkles between a living and dead self
And an anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its unawareness
Gravity
It wants to play
Increase decrease inside out
Strongholds
And an anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its unawareness
Time
It wants to play
Be a father of changes
It waits for nothing
But its own end
And its anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its unawareness
Space
It wants to play
Be a brother to spacious
Waiting in spasm of the dead ends
For a playful vast
And its anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its unawareness
Energy
It wants to play
Over the dimensions
Be a soul's sister
Across the humans
Free
To kill its anti self
Honour the innocence
Of its awareness
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Just to Show the Kids Today What Innocence Is
Remember those lollipops we liked alot and licked.
I remember licking every bit and saving the sticks.
Remember spending nickels to get five hot rockets.
Sucking those hot balls until the juice dripped from our lips.
Do you remember candy dots on strips of paper...
With every flavor there but chocolate.
Those times are gone but innocence should be held over.
Just to show the kids today what innocence is!
And...
Those times are gone but innocence should be held over.
Just to show the kids today what innocence is!
Remember those lollipops we liked alot and licked.
I remember licking every bit and saving the sticks.
Remember spending nickels to get five hot rockets.
Sucking those hot balls until the juice dripped from our lips.
Do you remember candy dots on strips of paper...
With every flavor there but chocolate.
Those times are gone but innocence should be held over.
Just to show the kids today what innocence is!
And...
Those times are gone but innocence should be held over.
Just to show the kids today what innocence is!
There were many benefits to being young and innocent.
Those times are gone but innocence should be held over.
Just to show the kids today what innocence is!
There were many benefits to being young and innocent.
Those times are gone but innocence should be held over.
Just to show the kids today what innocence is!
Just to show them proof that innocence once lived!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Guilty By Experience
Why do you think I'm so innocent?
I am not.
'Keep your innocence'.
That's what they would say to me.
What innocence do I have?
Tell me.
I am guilty beyond measured.
I have been abused and neglected.
I am guilty of that.
These eyes have seen and been through things that i shouldn't have.
I am guilty of that.
To think about it,
I have been robbed of my innocence.
'Keep your innocence'
Is what they say to me.
Innocent?
That, I am not.
poem by Shaquita Bunch
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Those Who Commit Crimes Against Children
Those who commit crimes against children will surely be made to pay
If the Law does not catch them then Karma will one day
Self esteem they do erode and self confidence destroy
In the mind of their young victim the innocent girl or boy.
The abuse of children by an adult surely a crime of shame
Not many worse crimes than it that one could wish to name
Their innocence stolen from them in their most vulnerable years
For the victims of child abuse humanity sheds tears.
The abuse of a child on human innocence an attack
And innocence when stolen cannot be given back
Some of those who commit such crimes as children may have known abuse
But that for their behaviour not a good enough excuse.
Any crime against a child is a hard crime to forgive
And those guilty of child abuse with their sins have to live
And though on another human being one ought not to wish ill
If the Law does not punish them then Karma surely will.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sonnet: Adults
Adults are selfish beings of the earth;
Adults don’t forgive/ forget tho’ mature;
Adults are creatures adamant by birth;
Adults are jealous beings, by nature.
Adults have arguing tongues till the end;
Adults misunderstand others with ease;
Adults can neither condescend nor bend;
Adults cannot adjust with/others please.
Adults are sinful in thought, word and deed
Adults are the ones, misguiding the youth;
Adults are beings revengeful indeed;
Adults can speak effortlessly untruth.
Adults advise but remember old fights;
Adults cannot give up their insane rights!
6-1-2001
poem by John Celes
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Little Pieces of Innocence
Little Pieces of Innocence
(0n watching my children sleep)
Sweet sleep, little pieces of innocence,
While dreams so serenely fair,
Fill their heads with joyous thoughts,
How gladly do I stand and stare,
Upon the gifts that love has brought.
No darkness spreads her sorrow here,
Sleep on dear children, rest, but know,
Your father watches with such delight,
This moment of truth, and with heart aglow,
And filled with love this night.
Those little pieces of innocence,
So serene, so full of grace,
Sweetest gifts that Heaven imparts,
Fondly shall I long embrace,
The innocence in their hearts.
Those little pieces of innocence,
Their youthful years so few,
Enjoy now as you grow,
Joys of innocence, pure and true,
That only children ever know.
The hour is fleeting, and morn is nigh,
Innocence so filled with truth,
Awake! enjoy your childhood years,
Before time sweeps away your youth,
And innocence disappears.
Never, never can I lose them,
No time or distance shall stake a claim,
Though saddness may overcome me,
My heart will stay the same,
And those little pieces of innocence will forever be.
By
Richard Netherland Cook
poem by Richard Netherland Cook
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I think innocence is something that adults project upon children that's not really there.
quote by Donna Tartt
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