Pretense!
Stoop too low for fame of famine,
You have called everyone but few,
Fiddling with courtesy of kindness,
The vapor of integrity gone with magicians,
The old slabs are weathered,
The young hunks are tendered,
The aged can't be tendered,
Whatever cats and dogs they play with,
Whatever clouds they pretend to follow,
The matured idea of the elders,
May not be that of a young and naïve,
Let us see how long they play with dolls,
To prove their ignorance of themselves,
And the innocence of the followers,
not to exist as good and bad as oneself,
to face the world bold and courageous.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Did You Have A Sound Sleep Last Night?
out there is snow
inside your room you pretended sleep
i tendered some unsolicited advices
which i stole from the experts
of sleep
i tendered the face of the man
who can sing you the
songs of passion
and love and who can make you
sleep
i tendered an old song of mother
a lullaby
i tendered an ear of father
touching your fingers
i wish i could have been a tributary
of so much sleep for you
the mind
of softness and pillows and
warmer beds
do not believe me, if you only know
i, too, could not sleep last night
your sleeplessness
is also my mess.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Good Times
Little kids play in the rain and do the darnest of things
They might get cold or catch a flue but still they'll play non-rest
They care not if the world might end or famine strikes the fields
As long as they are with a friend, worries cannot exist
'Happy! Happy! ' They will sing and then go dance in the rain
They paint a picture of you and me. I wish we were happy again
We could dance in the rain and sing with the birds and never care of this world
But now we're chained and frowning in pain but apparently this we deserve
Kids should never play in the rain it's a dangerous place to be
So the elders lock them in the house and safely hide the key
But as soon as the rain subsides and it's finally safe to play
They'll open the doors and let us play to our very hearts content
Yet every night I say a prayer that we'll be happy again
I miss my friend, I miss the rain, and I wanna go out and play
But the elders have locked us in for the safety of our souls
The rain is a dangerous place to play and we have to wait some more
The elders will keep me happy till the sun will shine again
But it doesn't mean that I don't miss you and how we played in the rain
poem by Hafeni Nghidinua
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There are two barriers that often prevent communication between the young and their elders. The first is middle-aged forgetfulness of the fact that they themselves are no longer young. The second is youthful ignorance of the fact that the middle aged are still alive.
quote by Jessamyn West
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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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Insight
Young and so naïve.
Born to grow up,
On urban desperate streets.
No renovation done,
Can remove
What these young ones
Are led to believe.
The only future they have
Is what an ignorance
That comes to them
Leaves.
Young and so naïve.
Adding to the blight...
With no insight that excites
And attempts to lift them,
Up and away from this mire...
Higher.
Suppressors who conspire,
To further deplete them of hope!
They are not taught to keep!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mountain Music
Words and music by randy owen
Chorus:
Oh, play me some mountain music, like grandma and grandpa used to play.
Then Ill float on down the river to a cajun hideaway
Drift away like tom sawyer, ride a raft with ol huck finn.
Take a nap like rip van winkle, daze dreamin again.
Chorus
Swim across the river, just to prove that Im a man.
Spend the day bein lazy, just bein natures friend.
Climb a long tall hickry. bend it over, skinnin cats.
Playin baseball with chert rocks, usin sawmill slabs for bats.
Bridge:
Play some back-home, come-on music that comes from the heart.
Play something with lots of feelin, cause thats where music has to start
Oh, play me some mountain music, like grandma and grandpa used to play.
Then Ill float on down the river to a cajun hideaway, hey hey.
Tag:
Oh play me mountain music
Oh play me mountain music
Oh play me mountain music
Oh play me mountain music
song performed by by Alabama
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Forever Young
(r. stewart/j.cregan/k.savigar)
May the good lord be with you
Down every road you roam
And may sunshine and happiness
Surround you when youre far from home
And may you grow to be proud
Dignified and true
And do unto others
As youd have done to you
Be courageous and be brave
And in my heart youll always stay
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
May good fortune be with you
May your guiding light be strong
Build a stairway to heaven
With a prince or a vagabond
And may you never love in vain
And in my heart you will remain
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
Forever young
Forever young
And when you finally fly away
Ill be hoping that I served you well
For all the wisdom of a lifetime
No one can ever tell
But whatever road you choose
Im right behind you, win or lose
Forever young, forever young
Forever young ,forever young
Forever young, forever young
For, forever young, forever young
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Youth Is Splendour
Young bore young when in small age,
Though my time coincided with my life’s battling
And my praiseworthy feat was destroyed.
Young people bitterly reject, utterly in loss
Of the world at large, their bellies ache from slaughtering
The elder lot and sharing food, this may ache.
Yet youth forbade the old, the aged, strict, loving and kind,
Having laughter and so much to despise.
We should be young who are mindful of age,
Let us love oneself as well, just when young hearts describe
Themselves in the deep world.
The youth is splendid, the older periods of life are a consequence
Of splendour.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Knight Of The Realm
When he was young, he learnt to fight, yet not to prove his power.
He was a hero not through might, but that he would not cower.
He chose his battles not for fame, but for good reasons why,
For what good was a foolish aim if he should lose and die?
When he was young, he learnt to pray for courage and resolve.
He studied Scripture every day in order to evolve.
A man is more than flesh and bones and more than muscles, too.
More known for what his heart condones and if his word is true.
When he was young, his parents taught respect and courtesy,
So that temptations never caught the man he chose to be...
Thus years passed by and wisdom smiled and gave his spirit peace.
By faith he served, as if God's child, his good works to increase.
When he was young, Christ used him most, a champion of the Lord.
And while he travelled coast-to-coast, his fame was not ignored.
He counselled lost souls to repent, he shared God's gentle grace,
Because Christ was his one true friend, the Judge that all must face.
When he was young, he had no wife, no heirs to call his own,
Instead, he offered Christ his life, as knights serve kings alone...
The Holy Grail was like his muse, yet faith more wisdom brings...
No better king should a knight choose than Christ the King of Kings!
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Hey Young World Part 2
check one two
check one two
hey young world
check one two
check one two
young world young world
this track here may cause concern
for all ring leaders
why don't you listen and learn
love peace happiness once was strong
but due to society
even that's turned wrong
why?
don't be a dumb dummy
and disrespect mommy
why?
she put you on earth
and loved you since birth
and you
hey young world
the world is yours
hey young world
the world is yours
young world young world
young world young world
reward is a brainwashed kid gone wild
young little girls already have a child
bad company and now you've been framed
parents are hurting so hurted and ashamed
why?
hell lil kids don't follow these dopes
why?
don't be a fool like those who ditch school
it's yours
hey young world
the world is yours
hey young world
the world is yours
young world young world
get ahead
and accomplish things
you'll see the wonder and the joy life brings
don't admire thieves they don't admire you
their times are limited
and hardrocks too
listen be strong
and scream
woopie doo
go for yours
cause dreams come true
you'll make your mommy so proud of you too
and this is a message that the ruler rick threw
why?
(slick rick)
elders see our wise ones grow
interest in what their kid learned 'bout
seen how the offspring turned out
knowing you can now safeguard self
put upon an exciting path
you see immense pride they'll have
hey young world
the world is yours
hey young world
the world is yours
young world young world
don't discipline rule soundly
kids that we have lose boundaries
grow into what's called curse race lack independence
worst case imprisonment death near for
not what we brought kids here for
norals and values of sorts should be the first thing installed
believe it or not
god still shines on you
he guides you
and he watched you as you grew
stay out of trouble
when it comes insight
cause a man never loses a fight in god's sight
song performed by by Macy Gray from The ID
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God Created The Lamb And The Tiger Also
When God created the world, called it 'GOOD',
He didn't say some is good, some is bad, but this is our lively hood.
That is how here is only the LAW, where we can choose,
Life or malediction, positive or negative, hope or fear or we loose.
Some was created to follow the law,
Some to play out the law as a flaw,
Everything is just a passing play on the stage,
Go on, face your lessons, get wiser with age.
After many experiences you can figure out your part,
Whatever it is your part, play it with all your heart.
Do not try to be what you are not created,
Just follow your inner feelings, do not complicate, be right spirited.
However, the wise will find the way to fate,
Will choose life and never malediction & never hate,
They will live in perfect harmony,
No matter what goes on in the surrounding irony.
Remember, we cannot force the world for our will,
We can change only ourselves, then will disappear all the ill.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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SONNET: But things suit me?
There is a smile on the lips of children;
There is a look of innocence, always;
They seem to forget and to forgive when,
Adults display a wretched, gloomy face!
Oh, how they play about and love their play!
Oh, how they long for love and words of praise!
Oh, how they dream of presents from a fay!
And how they fall asleep or cry always!
But, does this world not ill-treat children?
Do children have their freedom, entitled?
Are elders kind, giving them tender touch?
Many a time, their hearts seem anguish-filled!
How can this world deny children their needs?
What kind of trees develop from ill-formed seeds?
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: on children
There is a smile on the lips of children;
There is a look of innocence, always;
They seem to forget and to forgive when,
Adults display a wretched, gloomy face!
Oh, how they play about and love their play!
Oh, how they long for love and words of praise!
Oh, how they dream of presents from a fay!
And how they fall asleep or cry always!
But, does this world not ill-treat children?
Do children have their freedom, entitled?
Are elders kind, giving them tender touch?
Many a time, their hearts seem anguish-filled!
How can this world deny children their needs?
What kind of trees develop from ill-formed seeds?
poem by John Celes
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I Want A Monster To Be My Friend
Some kids just love
To play with dolls
Or put on funny hats
And some make pets
Of birds and fish
And dogs and
Alley cats
That's not the way
I like to play
I'm tired of all these
I need a very
Special friend
Won't you
Help me please?
I want a monster
To be my playmate
I want a monster
To be my friend
I want to get
For my own pet
A real live monster
Who's not pretend
Oh, I want a monster
To be my playmate
We'd soon become
Good friends because
Although they're hairy
And sometimes scary
They have such soft
And furry paws
If I make friends with
A friendly monster
I'd be the best that a
friend could be
I'd let him do
Whatever he wants to
And he'd always
Belong to me
So, if you know a
Nice old monster
If you've a monster
To recommend
Ooh, golly gee
Please send him to me
I just can't wait
Until then!
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send me my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
To be my friend!
Oh please
Send my monster
Does anybody have
A monster out there
I'll take a
Secondhand monster
He doesn't have
To be new
song performed by by En Vogue
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Put Me On
Written by james young, tommy shaw, dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by james young, dennis deyoung
Put me on Im your brand new record album
Side one, cut one listen to the songs
Play me loud dont you worry bout your nieghbors
Hope I make you feel good all day long
All day long
Put me on and play me loud
Im the madman screaming in your living room
Ill soon be coming to your town
To sing and play a little tune
I said put me on and playme loud
Turn your stereo up all the way
All the way
Now your bodys immersed in sound
So hear the synthesizers play
And now youre in the mood
Let the melody just drift your cares away
Its got to do you good
As it mesmerizes you in its own way
So drift away...
song performed by by Styx
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The Journey of Life
We are all on our way on a journey
Each has a destiny to follow
Should be without being phoney
There is no way to get out of the lessons of life,
Must follow our own feeling
To play the game from the heart without any strife.
Some tries to be goody-goody, but fights against everything,
Making their life full with problems
Sickness, tragic and suffering.
Just follow your feelings and know life is just a dream,
If you choose kindness or turn out as a bad guy
Either way you get back what you sow
But time will pass as a gleam.
However, when one understands who he/she is
Life become a happy journey
With peace, contentment and no more unsolved crisis.
Young, middle aged and old are just illusions in time
The soul lives forever
We are just players on the stage, playing out our own line.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Forever Saying Goodbye
we are forever saying goodbye
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye let me repeat
the child who has grown into a young man
would remain a fond memory, like how we remember
a childhood friend who was always at our side
the young man who has matured into the middle aged
will remember him as someone who have looked
for so many things in thirty years only to get
only some things; a trail of disappointments to
spice up his memory as he bade the young man goodbye
the middle aged suddenly discovers that he
is not as young anymore, his eyes, his legs,
his hair, his stamina have all started to nag to him
that they are not as before, taking duties
promptly and without shortcoming; they have
all taken a turn for the the middle aged
who will soon teach his children happiness is the
best medicine of all and that life should be
focussed on finding that without hurting anyone
the octogenarian takes over the the steps
of the middled age and they have slowed
so much sometimes he cannot even do it
without the help of someone or a stick
the octogenarian who will tell us that a life
of charity is better than one lived alone;
an all important lesson from the silver haired who will
soon bid goodbye to himself, the world and us all
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Just Too Brand New To Do A Stoop
Just too brand new to do a stoop.
To seek a lover.
Just too brand new to do a stoop.
To fulfill a need.
Just too brand new to do a stoop...
To be loved.
But wanting to be snuggled up,
In a cuddle meant for me.
I want somebody who can prove to me,
They could be my lover.
I want somebody who can prove,
They know what to do to me.
And...
I want somebody who can prove to me,
They could be my lover.
With a knowing that I'm not as bold...
As I may wish them to see.
I want somebody who can prove to me,
They could be my lover.
I want somebody who can prove,
They know what to do to me.
Just too brand new to do a stoop.
To seek a lover.
Just too brand new to do a stoop.
To fulfill a need.
Just too brand new to do a stoop.
To be seeking a lover.
Just too brand new to do a stoop.
To fulfill a need.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Here to Play The Dozen's
Hello?
Is there a light on in your attic?
Obviously not.
Unfortunately,
There is nothing dimming at all in your head.
At least give me eye contact,
So I feel as if something said is being heard,
And shared.
You ignoring me,
Is a favor done you wont believe.
I don't have to put up with your ignorance.
Or tolerate disrespect from no one.
In fact,
Give me more distance.
I live in this community.
And I am familiar with the neighborhood.
What happens here and what folks do to themselves,
May be entertaining to you.
And I could care less if you disagree with me.
But you folks have been programmed,
To invite your own unexpected deaths.
I have integrity and some dignity left,
That has of yet been taken.
And I have identity.
Of that you have none.
My comprehending of that has long been numbed.
To the point it is no longer heartbreaking.
Nor am I one to fake unity!
It aint happenin'.
And if it is I'd like to know where?
But let me say this...
To get this over with quick.
You can act as if I am invisible,
If that helps you pretend I do not exist.
However...
Do not 'think' I have to put up with your 'stupidity'
Because others get a kick out of it!
I am not into self destruction.
Or folks who make excuses to self abuse themselves.
And I know you don't understand this,
Because your mama didn't teach you.
And your father refuses to be a man.
And I know you don't understand 'that'.
Nor am I here to play the 'dozen's with you.
Truth I do not play with!
Too many of you have been pitched the taste for truth.
But you'd rather do a genocide on yourselves,
Better than 'the man' can!
And your ignorance has been addicted to keep that focused.
But nothing done I do is a mirage.
I'm here to snap your ass awake.
Don't get that messed up with your sugared cookies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace And Propriety
in the name of propriety
to cats we must be cats too
you know what happens when
we show to the cats that we
are really dogs in feelings and
actions,
there will be a chase of course,
and chaos, and there will be war
and there will be losers and
winners,
and in this matter
and manner of speaking we choose
to be dogs to assure that we win
but that is not always the case
the cats have advanced in their feline
technology and breeding
so my dear, let us just be proper
to cats we shall be cats
and make this world a happy place
for all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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