Birth-Death - A Diamante
Birth -
Bloody, new
Ripping, tearing, oozing
Babies, Children - adults, heathens
Crumbling, deteriorating, falling
Flat, rotten
Death
poem by Stacey Gibbs
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If Children Ruled The World
If Children Ruled The World,
Parents, Adults and Teachers will go to bed at 8: 00
and wake up at 7: 00 to dress up for school.
At school children will treat them like nothing,
and Parents, Adults and Teachers will have nothing to do or say.
In the morning at school, they would have to line up like chrildrens used to do like every single mornings.
If Children Ruled The World,
Lollies will be for everyone even adults and parents.
Parents and Adults will have such awful rotten teeth just like all children used to have in their teeths.
Every mornings right after adults brushes their teeths or hairs, the children would have to check if their hairs and teeths are alright.
In School Trips children goes for free but the adults has to always pay.
If Children Ruled The World,
the world wou; d be treated badly.
The children would be rich and adults would be poor and always ask for children for some money.
There will be no clean water,
No food for the adults to eat except lollies.
If Children Ruled The World,
WE'LL ALL BE IN A JAM!
poem by Crystal Pongi
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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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Punishment
There never really was a place of sanctity
For you, the mortal entity.
You thought you had prosperity,
The while you thrived and were.
Angels don't exist, you see.
You lived without a guarantee
Atop your brutal Earth.
Still, you had a birth.
And whither now, your crying whim -?
Answered by a tearing limb-?
Are you contrite; your valour slim?
And will He care...?
'Tis down to Him.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter,2009
Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
Death has come, has death Death has come, has death
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Look At You Over There, Ripping The Sawdust From My Teddybear (demo)
You got your crust
Turning my daydreams into dust
Oh look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
Yeah look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
You're so darn pretty girl
Well I think you know it you was you
On Monday morning putting back yakity yak
Oh look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
Yeah now look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
You take the pebbles from the babies rattle
You make Santa's raindeer look like cattle
You take Tinkerbells rust
And turn it into sawdust
Yeah now look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
Yeah look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
You take the pebbles from the babies rattle
You make Santa's raindeer look like cattle
You take Tinkerbells rust
And turn it into sawdust
You got your crust
Turning my daydreams into dust
Yeah now look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
Yeah now look at you over there
Ripping the sawdust from my teddybear
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Yeah look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Look at you over there
Over there, over there, over there, over there
My poor teddybear, teddybear, teddybear, teddybear
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Baby vs Adult
Baby is dumb
Adult has wisdom
Babies are small and crawl
Adults are tall and fall
Baby demands
Adult commands
Baby yearns to walk
Adult learns to work
Baby weeps
Adult sleeps
You carry a baby
You marry an adult
Baby chokes
Adult smokes
Baby stays at home to play
Adult brings home the pay
Baby cries
Adult sighs
Baby spikes milk
Adults like silk
And I saved this for the last
Baby at birth
Adult at death
Baby vs Adult becomes a thing of the past
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Libertarians recognize the difference between adults and children, as well as differences between normal adults and adults who are insane or mentally hindered or retarded.
quote by Tom G. Palmer
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Yvonne
Who’s gonna take care of the children
Now that she is gone
Who’s gonna see that all the little babies
Will somehow get along
Who’s gonna take care of the children
When the time has come to say goodbye
When the little babies start to cry
Who’s gonna be right there to wipe their eyes
Now that she is gone
Yes I know that it’s a hurting tragedy
But death to everyone is guaranteed
Life isn’t promised to any one of us
So we must learn to deal with reality
Who’s gonna take care of the children
Who’s gonna be there when they call
Who’s gonna help them when they fall
Who’s gonna take care of the children
When the little babies start to cry
Who’s gonna be right there to wipe their eyes
Who, tell me who, please God tell me who
I’ve tried to do the best I can
They’ve all been fathered by different men
Who’s gonna take care of the children
Dear God you know I love them so
I gotta take my son and I must go
Yvonne, I’ll always love you
I just can’t stop thinking of you
Reach out, please tell me girl
Who’s gonna take care of the children
Now that you are gone
poem by Mustafa Marconi
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Our Children!
those brown skinned babies...
starving in Haiti, Africa,
and around the world.
laying dead victims
of bombing and gunfire...
are our children.
those white skinned,
black skinned babies,
born into the housing developments
and trailer parks,
into crackhead pill popping
poverty... those,
are our children too!
those blood stained babies,
found in desperate dumpsters,
our children, again.
those unborn babies,
born into hopeless situations,
or never to be born
into a world cold and hard...
our children too!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hurricane / Cradle To The Grave
From cradle to grave
I am woman, I am son!
I can give birth to sheep, I can give birth to son!
And I can be cool, soft as the breeze,
Ill be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
I am woman, I am son!
I am woman, I am son!
Cant see where I run, no matter how far!
I am woman, I am son!
I can give birth to sheep, I can give birth to son!
And I can be cool, soft like the breeze,
Ill be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
Want some [? ] twice a [? ]
I can see, over candle-light,
Ill take care of you, untill you die.
I can [? ] brush, I can [? ] screw,
When I walk by, flowers will bloom.
Want some [? ] twice a [? ]
Ill be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
You keep takin...my head should be aching!
I can see, over candle-light,
Ill take care of you, untill you die,
Ill be a hurricane, ripping up trees!
You keep takin...
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Falling Away With You
I can't remember when it was good
moments of happiness elude
maybe I just misunderstood
all of the love we left behind
watching our flash backs intertwine
memories I will never find
so i'll love whatever you become
forget the reckless things we've done
I think our lives have just begun
I think our lives have just begun
and I'll feel my world crumbling
I'll feel my life crumbling
I'll feel my soul crumbling away
falling away
falling away with you
staying awake to chase a dream
tasting the air you're breathing in
I hope I won't forgot a thing
I wish to hold you close and pray
watching our fantasies decay
nothing will ever stay the same
and all of the love we threw away
and all of the hopes we've cherished fade
making the same mistakes again
making the same mistakes again
and I'll feel my world crumbling
I'll feel my life crumbling
I'll feel my soul crumbling away
and falling away
falling away with you
all of the love we left behind
watching our flash backs intertwine
memories I will never find
memories I will never find
song performed by by Muse
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Part of our responsibility as parents, as adults, is to set examples for children. But we have to like children in order to be really happy fulfilled adults.
quote by Bobby McFerrin
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Birth And Death.
I who have known thee, Birth, must know Death too:
As old, old men their children's children fold
In their gaunt arms, and though their blood be cold
Feel their own youth burn in them as they view
The features that were theirs — each sign so true
To their own breath and blood, 'tis as retold
Their very youth was, when they are so old,
By those who nothing of their childhood knew.
So even Death but a new birth may be,
And in some other star beyond to-day,
When we have put the use of Earth away,
E'en like those old men's children's children we
May see ourselves rise from our own decay,
The very offspring of our verity.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Above all, though, children are linked to adults by the simple fact that they are in process of turning into them. For this they may be forgiven much. Children are bound to be inferior to adults, or there is no incentive to grow up.
quote by Philip Larkin
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Dichotomy
What children do
Unintentionally
Adults do
Intentionally
Children in bliss
Adults in stress!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Daughters, Three
I have three daughters,
They are beautiful, wish you could see.
I love them, more than life itself.
When they were young,
We played games of song,
And laughed, the time away.
Tee ball, volley ball and soccer,
Band, dance and cheer too.
With my three girls, it was always,
one thing or another.
They have since grown,
And it tears at my heart.
My babies aren’t babies,
They are now adults.
One, with her own children,
One, a surgical tech,
And one, finishing her last year
of high school.
My daughters three,
I am proud to be,
Your mom, confidant and friend.
My daughters three,
I wish you only the best
Of this world,
And the next.
poem by Kimberly Lindsey
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War Babies
See the white clouds roll in
Spirits lying next to me
Catch the wildflower falling
Its the wound that never bleeds
Hear the sirens calling
Spinning out their show
Hold - the moment close to me
Take it down too slow
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Can you still keep going?
Shattered pieces left inside
To face the final, knowing
That theres somethings you cant hide
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Be mine, be mine, war babies
So will the force let go?
Or will the phantoms stay?
Let the foreteller be your sight
- it feels like somethings happening today
Some shames like no other
And nothing feels the same
Nothing feels the same
War babies
Be mine, be mine, war babies
Nothing feels the same
War babies
War babies
Nothing feels the same
Be mine
Be mine
War babies
Written by : kerr/burchill reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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We Need Death With Dignity
We need death with dignity regardless of our Supreme Court,
Isolated Santa Clauses tucked away in an Ottawa fort,
They allowed unborn babies to be aborted by the score,
But for Canadian adults death with dignity, they just shut the door.
If unborn babies can be killed without question; why not us?
Binding referendums could get assisted suicide without fuss,
That’s why they wont touch referendums with a ten-foot pole,
Democracy and Supreme Court agenda hidden with no control.
We are forbidden death with dignity under some pretence,
Isolated politicians and Santa Clauses make no sense,
They seem to think that miserable death will never come their way,
Like appointed Canadian Senators they may stay and stay.
poem by James Bredin
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Gates of Steel
Gates of hard steel are like a reminder,
Their work is from the elder ones;
Children have trouble understanding the familiar,
What does this gate mean to their emotions?
A guard is given and forgiven, mercy flows
With merciful worlds of the universe,
This universe has taught the children from embryos
So that we can enter the house of commerce.
How do children live among other adults?
When they were given birth, the death arrived
For those who wanted, for God consults
With the angelic powers and contrived.
Gates shall be closed to the warriors,
Gates of strong wood are erected,
They swing open for the journeyers,
Their noise must be connected.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tearing And Breaking
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
Watch my heart fly away
All the love that I have ever known
Came from the sweetest of hearts
Every time I was looking for love
I found it in you
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
Watch my heart fly away
All the tears you found in your eyes
I know that they were mine
All the love you were trying to disguise
I never could desert
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
Watch my heart fly away
Saw that look in the eyes and I felt so sorry for myself
I could've cried
Heard you saying goodbye and you know it felt so strange
Cause I know we'd tried
(With all the tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
I can watch it fly away
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
All the tearing and breaking down
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
Tearing and breaking down
(Tearing my heart)
Watch my heart fly away, fly away, fly again
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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