Childish Questions
A little child asked
its father, 'Daddy,
why the goddess of justice
ties strip on her eyes? '
Father said, ''Son,
she closes her eyes
to do impartial justice.'
The child asked again
'Daddy, if one can be impartial
by closing one's eyes,
then, why all the blinds
are not appointed as judges? '
poem by Madhav Sarkunde
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Nobody's Child
As i was slowly passing
An orphan's home one day,
I stopped for just a little while
To watch the children play.
Alone a boy was standing
And when i asked him why,
He turned with eyes that could not see
And he began to cry.
I'm nobody's child,
I'm nobody's child.
Just like the flowers
I'm growing wild.
I got no mummy's kisses
I got no daddy's smile.
Nobody wants me,
I'm nobody's child.
No mummy's arms to hold me
Or sue me when i cry,
'cos sometimes i feel so lonesome
I wish that i could die.
I'll walk the streets of heaven
Where all blinds can see.
And just like for the other kids
It will be a home for me.
I'm nobody's child,
I'm nobody's child.
Just like the flowers
I'm growing wild.
I got no mummy's kisses
I got no daddy's smile.
Nobody wants me,
I'm nobody's child
song performed by by Beatles
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Our Father
Oh daddy please,
Take me with you
Where you going
Oh daddy please,
Come find the time,
Come watch us growing
Oh daddy please,
Dont leave theres so
Much that we want to
Know before you go
Im in need of someone
To tie my shoe,
Or take hold of my hand
When I become afraid
And whose footsteps
Will I follow into,
Daddy please,
Dont run away
Our father
Far father
Well let me tell you bout
Our father
Far farther away...
Oh daddy please,
I pray every night
The doors will open
Oh daddy please,
This house is just
A broken home,
Left all alone
song performed by by Extreme
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Abba, Daddy, Father
Abba, did you smile as you
saw the perfect world you’d just created?
And did you weep when Adam fell
and Eve tumbled after?
Abba, do I have the right to call you,
Abba, Daddy, Father?
Daddy, did you jump for joy as
you saw your son, born to human parents?
And did you write the Angels words
as Glory shone all around?
Daddy, did the shepherds have the right to call you,
Abba, Daddy, Father?
Father, did you laugh out loud as
Mary and Joseph searched for their son, and
Found him in the Temple, with you?
Did you allow the telling off that he got?
Father, did you give Mary and Joseph the right to call you,
Abba, Daddy, Father?
Abba, did your heart break asunder as
the Angels thundered to go and rescue
Your Son from the cross? Did you cry raindrops
when you had to turn your back, because of sin?
Abba, did you deny the Christ the right to call you,
Abba, Daddy, Father?
Daddy, did the Angels turn and ask
You, why? How did you reply when the words
choked you? Were you waiting to destroy
the world that crucified your Son?
Daddy, did you think about taking away our right to call you,
Abba, Daddy, Father?
Father, did you yell at Satan, when
he thought he had won? Did you let
him believe it, and then showed him Your Son
by your side? Did Satan fly in rage?
Father, how did you feel, when Satan fell from grace, no longer to call you,
Abba, Daddy, Father?
Abba, was it your loud shout that woke the
world on that Easter morn? Was it you who
moved the stone? Did you close the eyes of
the guards, as Glory shone around?
Abba, did you allow Mary the right to call you,
Abba, Daddy, Father?
Daddy, did you smile when you saw
the perfect Son, alive, alive, ALIVE?
And did the Angels party, and are they
partying still? Will it be long before you
come again? And does the earth rest?
Do we have the right to call you, Abba, Daddy, Father?
Father, do you always remember your gifts
and promises to us, yet forget the sins?
Can I feel your arms around me? Am I
blessed by your Son? And, Father, do I
still have the right to call on you? Do I
still have the right to call you Abba, Daddy, Father?
Abba, Daddy, Father, do you rejoice in those
names? Do you look at your children
and remember their names, one by one?
And can I stretch out my hand and get
one to one attention? Abba, Daddy, Father,
that is what I call you, by right, My Abba, My Daddy, My Father.
poem by Steve Gregory
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A Daughter’s Cry of Sorrow
This poem was written by my youngest child, Reichel when she was crowned Ms. Junior in their school some months after his father’s death. I found it in her study table beside her crown and bouquet as her fall asleep with tears in her eyes...
August 16 was my husband’s birthday and August 6 was his death day. This is in memory of his 10th years death.
I don’t experience you kissing and hugging me when I was young
I know you are busy with what you are doing for our living
I know to you are sick not feeling well and that was annoying
I understand them all in my young mind and thinking.
How I prayed to god as I grew up that someday you see me
Your sweet and lovely daughter, your replica they told me
I asked the lord that your eyes be lighted to all things again
To see my face and the merits I am getting like you had been.
Most of all I asked god to give you strength so I may feel
The warm hugs and sweet kisses I long to from you in real
But what a reverse from us he took you away forever
Sad lonely and dismayed, I cried in grief and mourned all day.
Why did you go and leave and did not see me, daddy?
I am asking the lord to return you back to me
I will be he happiest teen now if he will grant me
Though I want, he will not send you back to me.
All your sufferings and pains he wants you to be free
He wanted you to rest at the expense of my being lonely
My tears can’t stop falling, where are you now dear daddy?
Oh, I see you now in the clouds, looking waving to me
Daddyyyyyyy, you’re gone... you really leave your baby?
Oh my daddy, my dearest daddy, why did you leave me?
Goodbye daddy!
(August 17,2009 at 1 pm Philippines)
poem by Jessie Clarete Bernabe Cadsawan
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Sad Eyes 1
Sad eyes
Tears running down her face
What's wrong everyone asks
She replies he did this to me
She goes home..
How am i going to face my parents she thinks
Mom comes home and walks into her room
What's wrong darling?
Mom i don't know how to tell you
I've been crying all day
He did this to me
I said no he said yes
I'm gonna be a mommy
She started crying all over again
Her mother just stared
Dadddy came home asked what's wrong
Daddy couldn't take it
Daddy no!
Daddy killed me and my unborn child
poem by Marissa Ford
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When Father's Day Nears
I give my daddy the props,
But my mama deserves the praise.
She was there to discipline me
And my siblings.
Daddy she was on most of those days!
Both mother and father and teacher and friend.
Daddy was in and out,
When my childhood began!
But there was no mistake...
As to who daddy was.
He enforced the rules,
And mama was the boss!
And every year when Father's Day nears...
Both of them I honor and credit!
If daddy wasn't there,
And we would get in mama's hair...
She would say,
'When your father comes home,
You're gonna get it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sad eyes
Sad eyes
Tears running down her face
What's wrong everyone asks
She replies he did this to me
She goes home
How am I going to face my parents she thinks
Mom comes home and walks into her room
What's wrong darling?
Mom I don't know how to tell you
I've been crying all day
He did this to me
I said no he said yes
I'm gonna be a mommy
She started crying all over again
He mother just stared
Daddy came home asked what's wrong
Daddy couldn't take it
Daddy no!
Daddy killed me and my unborn child
I watched you walk right out of my arms
Straight into hers
It still hurts every day I see you two together
I'm getting over it
The heartbreak
It's to much
I started cutting again
Cuz of you
I love you
When the rain turns to snow
All I want is to hold you close
Don't let go of me
poem by Marissa Ford
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Honor Our Father! ! !
I remember when I was young,
My New Life with Christ, Just begun,
I became Born-again!
I'll Never forget that day,
When Jesus came in my heart, To Stay!
He's been guiding me all this way,
One day I asked Him'Father, What should I do?
My earthly Dad, wants to be called father too
I know Your Word says, Call No man Father
On Earth, But Only Our Father in Heaven,
You're The Father -of us all, This is True! ! !
Father replied'My Child, You don't understand
'I AM' 'Your Holy Father'
Your earthly father is a Human, man
But You are to Honor Your Father and Mother,
Because that's one of My Commands,
By Honoring them, You also Honor Me!
I appointed Your Parents, to guide You to see,
Jesus! Through Him, You've come to me,
'I AM' The Holy Father, I give Eternal Life!
poem by Patricia Martin
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A Little Story
- once there was this little boy who asked his father,
Would you tell me that old, old story?
Once there was this little boy who asked his father,
Would you tell me that old, old story?
Once there was this little boy and he went to...
- mummy...you should remember this more because dyou know why?
- why?
- I learnt it from my daddy, you know.
- umm-umm.
- hah-hah.
- once there was this little boy who asked his father
To tell him that old, old, old, old, old, old story.
Once upon a time there was this little boy who said,
Would you tell me that old, old story?
Once upon...
- you could see...it can end anywhere!
It can end...its just a little story.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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A Little Story
- once there was this little boy who asked his father,
Would you tell me that old, old story?
Once there was this little boy who asked his father,
Would you tell me that old, old story?
Once there was this little boy and he went to...
- mummy...you should remember this more because dyou know why?
- why?
- I learnt it from my daddy, you know.
- umm-umm.
- hah-hah.
- once there was this little boy who asked his father
To tell him that old, old, old, old, old, old story.
Once upon a time there was this little boy who said,
Would you tell me that old, old story?
Once upon...
- you could see...it can end anywhere!
It can end...its just a little story.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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My Justice
'Justice is the one thing you should always find'**-
It needs find all who seek its aegis, e'en though it is blind;
Justice chooses one side, that of verity;
There exists no convolution, only a resplendent clarity
When true justice is rendered, to those in need
Of the curative powers that only it may heed;
Justice denied to one, is justice denied to all, the same-
To those responsible for its denial, goes all the shame!
Justice is not just a decision, its a means of thought-
For its very guard, many a war has been fought,
Many a man has given his very life, as would I-
And no man should be asked to live without it-nor should I;
My justice shan't come, until I may look them in the eyes, and say:
'Though I am not with you, I've kept you in my heart, and there you'll stay! '
poem by Maurice Harris
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Missing Link
A sickly child lie
frail on the sofa in the living room.
A knock on the door,
His mother opened.
The man who entered the child knew it was his father.
Whose child is this?
“It is your youngest son” his mother said.
The children in the street
all had a father; the child had waited for him.
But his father ignored him,
gave chocolate to his sister and brother,
then he drank from a bottle,
his mother threw him out.
Next day asked his mother, ” are you sure he is my father? ”
She slapped her son’s face and cried.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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My Daddy
My daddy was never there for me.
My daddy always drank.
My daddy told me I was worthless and unworthy of his time.
My daddy was the one who made me, but also broke me.
My daddy never came to my birthday parties.
My daddy came to my 5Th grade graduation drunk as can be.
My daddy would walk into my room every night with a belt in his hand.
My daddy was the one who shattered all my dreams.
My daddy wouldn't let me sleep until he hit me.
My daddy would tell me I'm nothing but a piece of crap.
My daddy was the one who tore my life into pieces.
My daddy is not my daddy any more...
He can be your daddy if you'll take him.
That man I called my daddy, he never was truly a daddy.
But he was still my daddy.
poem by Davina Teeling
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I’ll Always Be Daddy’s Little Girl
I’ll always be daddy’s little girl
I’ll always be daddy’s little girl even when I have boyfriend
I’ll always be daddy’s little girl even when I go on a trip away
I’ll always be daddy’s little girl even when I move away
I’ll always be daddy’s little girl even when I’m married
I’ll always be daddy’s little girl even when I have a family of my own
I’ll always be daddy’s little girl even when I'm being a stupid spoiled brat
I’ll always be daddy’s little girl even when I say thing that I really don't mean
I’ll always be daddy’s little girl even when I say thing that you don't like
I’ll always be daddy’s little girl even when I say bad words that you don't like
I’ll always be daddy’s little girl Because you and my mother made me and with out you guys I would be nothing not a twinkle in any body's eyes
I’ll always be daddy’s little girl for ever and ever.
I'll always be yours
poem by Lexus McCleery
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Innocent
Without hesitation she opened her hand,
Her father looked into her eyes;
He saw not a sign there of fear or guilt,
He knew she was not telling lies.
The thought of deceit
Had no place in her mind,
She was innocent right from the start;
Her hand opened wide
For her daddy to see,
Her eyes opened wide as her heart.
'I don't know where it is,
I've not seen it at all, '
Small defence from her lips, but it's true
That this innocent child
Made her father repent,
His apologies now, she was due.
'Please forgive my suspicions,
My harsh angry words, '
Said her father with tears in his eyes;
And to you my dear reader
The moral is this:
Simple innocence needs no disguise.
Written March 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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Daddy Was An Old Time Preacher Man
(Dolly Parton)
Daddy was an old time preacher man
He preacher the word of God throughout the land
He preached so plain a child could understand
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
He told the people of he need to pray
He talked about God's wrath and judgement day
He preached about the great eternity
He preached hell so hot that you could feel the heat
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Aunt Leanona would get up to testify
And we'd sing "In The Sweet By And By"
The we'd sing "I'm On My Way To Canaan Land"
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Revivals and camp meetings went for weeks
Folks came from all around to hear him preach
Daddy said if one is saved it's worth it all
But the aisles were always filled at altar calls
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
Daddy worked for God but asked for no pay
For he believed that God provides a way
We never had a lot but we got by
Guess it's 'cause the Lord was on Daddy's side
Yes, Daddy was an old time preacher man
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Delayed Justice...
(This poem is dedicated to Hollister #22.)
Delayed justice is better than no justice.
The world will always be round.
Facts cannot be altered; prejudice
Is a major impediment to reach sound
Justice. Justice is all we want,
Fairness is what we fight for,
Justice is what we cry for,
Fairness is what we want.
All lives are special.
All God's children are beautiful.
All colors are essential,
To make the rainbow normal.
Justice, Justice is what we want,
Fairness is what we fight for.
Equality under the law is critical.
Equal shade can only make the rainbow
More beautiful and more impartial;
No justice will always be a Big No, No.
Justice is what we cry for,
Fairness is what we want.
The world will always be round.
Finally, we can hear the sound
Of the bells. Justice is around
The corner; she is upward bound.
Delayed justice is better than no justice.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Daddy please don't cry
I know we don't always
See eye to eye
O! Daddy please don't cry
You gotta to know
Your baby gotta grow
Throw away for once your ego
One of these heads gotta bow
Or we will continue to row and row
O! Daddy please don't cry
This is not the way
I want to say goodbye
Wipe those tears
Your daughter cares
Her love is always there and near
Daddy, I am always with you my dear
O! Daddy please don't cry
I tell you no lie
You are one hell of a father
I will never forget
You are one hell of a father
I will never regret
This is not the time for morning blues
I love you Daddy
I love you Daddy
I know Daddy loves me too
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Fay and You and The Fading Bruise
Fay met you
at the bus stop
on the New Kent Road
she was dressed
in the lemon coloured dress
you liked
and her hair
was pulled tight
into a ponytail
where are you going?
she asked
to the Globe
you said
what Shakespeare's Globe?
she asked
no the fleapit cinema
at Camberwell Green
you replied
oh
she said
I've never been there
my daddy doesn't like
me going to cinemas
he says they're
dens of sin
she looked at you
as if you would confirm
her father's words
well it's certainly a den
you stated
but whether its
of sin I don't know
she looked puzzled
and touched
her ponytail
with her hand
are you coming along?
you asked
she looked about
as if her father
might be behind her
should I?
she asked
do you want to?
yes
she replied
then let's go
but I haven't any money
she said
I have enough
you said
my Mother gave me money
for chores I did
oh I see
she muttered
and she bit her lip
what would my daddy say
if he saw me?
he won't
how can you be so sure?
trust me
you said
fathers know little
of what their kids do
she smiled
if you think so
she said
sure I do
besides it'll
do you good
you said
giving her a smile
and then the bus came
and you both got on
and sat next
to each other
and you paid
the bus conductor
the fare
and as the bus
moved off
you both swayed
to the motion
of the bus
her arm touching yours
the fading bruise
on her flesh
a mixture of yellow
and brown
and blue
but you said nothing
besides you thought
if her old man
beats her
what the hell
can I do?
poem by Terry Collett
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Daddy Can I Turn This?
There is a button and there's a switch
There is a needle and there's a dial
There is a lever I want to lift
And still you treat me like I'm a child
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
Will it be very dangerous?
Or will it taste nice?
You wash your hands with perfume and spice
I'll tell you when I want your advice
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
Is anybody acting your age?
You got a girl you keep in a cage
You give her present after a while
A birthday cake containing a file
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
The flashing lights go running 'round and 'round
It spits out money
It tastes like honey
So drink it down
It leaves the slightest chemical taste
It could be most unfortunate
Earrings that jangle before they're seen
She slaps your face like a tambourine
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy can I turn this?
Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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