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Evil Child

Evil Child is clearly learning
With her body slowly turning.
My new teaching methods
Have gained her full attention.
Dangling all day from a rope,
Bereft of help or hope,
Shows what may befall a lass
Difficult in class.

Evil Child is loudly shouting,
Her lips no longer pouting.
Suspended out the window
So high above the ground.
Smile, I say, not smirkle -
Mouth a semicircle,
That's the proper style,
Innocent of guile.

Evil Child now reads and writes
Without acting up or gripes.
She eyes my pocket lighter
Knowing now what it can do.
Arms and legs if lightly toasted,
(for large offenses roasted)
Can often lose their looks.
Best to hit the books.

Evil Child now meek and docile
Does not see me as a fossil
but terror smooth as cream,
Like a terrifying dream.
I think she’s found a lesson
In our most recent session:
Crocodiles, when fasting,
Are not all that they seem.

poem by Chuck Toll
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Evil Child

Born crying
Abnormized
I was schooled by the devils child
I did things you only dream of
I was wild inside
And he said I was evil
Cause I am just an evil child
Through the rain and sunshine
They kept on calling me an
Evil child
Cause I am just an evil child
Miranda, belinda for I found that they were all the same
They come in hell fire and
She burned like a flame inside
And I called her my evil child
I loved her
She was magic pure magic
Through the moon and star shine
They keep on talking about us
They call us together
Evil child
Born evil
Die evil
Now I swing from a gallows pole
I did things I dream of
People said I was wild inside
They said I was evil
Evil child
Through the rain and sunshine
They keep on talking about me
They call me an evil child
Through the moon and sunshine
They keep on talking about me
They call me an evil child

song performed by by Rick Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Little Birds

Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
Hid in mossy cell:
Hid, I say, by waiters
Gorgeous in their gaiters -
I've a Tale to tell.

Little Birds are feeding
Justices with jam,
Rich in frizzled ham:
Rich, I say, in oysters
Haunting shady cloisters -
That is what I am.

Little Birds are teaching
Tigresses to smile,
Innocent of guile:
Smile, I say, not smirkle -
Mouth a semicircle,
That's the proper style!

Little Birds are sleeping
All among the pins,
Where the loser wins:
Where, I say, he sneezes
When and how he pleases -
So the Tale begins.

Little Birds are writing
Interesting books,
To be read by cooks:
Read, I say, not roasted -
Letterpress, when toasted,
Loses its good looks.

Little Birds are playing
Bagpipes on the shore,
Where the tourists snore:
"Thanks!" they cry. "'Tis thrilling!
Take, oh take this shilling!
Let us have no more!"

Little Birds are bathing
Crocodiles in cream,
Like a happy dream:
Like, but not so lasting -
Crocodiles, when fasting,
Are not all they seem!

Little Birds are choking
Baronets with bun,
Taught to fire a gun:
Taught, I say, to splinter
Salmon in the winter -
Merely for the fun.

Little Birds are hiding
Crimes in carpet-bags,
Blessed by happy stags:
Blessed, I say, though beaten -
Since our friends are eaten
When the memory flags.

Little Birds are tasting
Gratitude and gold,
Pale with sudden cold:
Pale, I say, and wrinkled -
When the bells have tinkled,
And the Tale is told.

poem by Lewis Carroll
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Little Birds

last posture
pink little sparrow
so still in its few feathers

(a dead bird i saw that moved me nearly to tears)

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Little Birds

Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
Hid in mossy cell:
Hid, I say, by waiters
Gorgeous in their gaiters -
I've a Tale to tell.
Little Birds are feeding
Justices with jam,
Rich in frizzled ham:
Rich, I say, in oysters
Haunting shady cloisters -
That is what I am.
Little Birds are teaching
Tigresses to smile,
Innocent of guile:
Smile, I say, not smirkle -
Mouth a semicircle,
That's the proper style!
Little Birds are sleeping
All among the pins,
Where the loser wins:
Where, I say, he sneezes
When and how he pleases -
So the Tale begins.
Little Birds are writing
Interesting books,
To be read by cooks:
Read, I say, not roasted -
Letterpress, when toasted,
Loses its good looks.
Little Birds are playing
Bagpipes on the shore,
Where the tourists snore:
'Thanks! ' they cry. ''Tis thrilling!
Take, oh take this shilling!
Let us have no more! '
Little Birds are bathing
Crocodiles in cream,
Like a happy dream:
Like, but not so lasting -
Crocodiles, when fasting,
Are not all they seem!
Little Birds are choking
Baronets with bun,
Taught to fire a gun:
Taught, I say, to splinter
Salmon in the winter -
Merely for the fun.
Little Birds are hiding
Crimes in carpet-bags,
Blessed by happy stags:
Blessed, I say, though beaten -
Since our friends are eaten
When the memory flags.
Little Birds are tasting
Gratitude and gold,
Pale with sudden cold:
Pale, I say, and wrinkled -
When the bells have tinkled,
And the Tale is told.

Lewis Carroll

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Evil Woman

I've seen a look of evil in your eyes
You've been filling me all full of lies
Sorrow will not change your shameful deeds
Do well best, someone else has better seen
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Now I know just what you're looking for
You want me to claim that child you bore
Well you know that it must he not be
And you know the way it got to be
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Wickedness lies in your moisten lips
Your body moves just like the crack of a whip
Blackness sleeps on top of your stray bed
Do you whish that you could see me dead
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me
Evil woman, don't you play your games with me

song performed by by Black Sabbath
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Feeling the rath of Evil

Feeling Evil


Evil on a night like this
Evil tasting like a twisted wish
Evil paralized upon the ground
Evil tates the tears of fear
Evil tainted sounds of cheer
Evil dripping down; your blood of hate
Evil tearing down your helpless fate
Evil swears that by the night's end
Evil won't say it was all pretend
Evil because Death will follow you
Evil until full content
Evil pleasured to full extent

poem by Kelsi Gray
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Feeling Evil

Evil on a night like this
Evil tasting like a twisted wish
Evil paralized upon the ground
Evil tates the tears of fear
Evil tainted sounds of cheer
Evil dripping down; your blood of hate
Evil tearing down your helpless fate
Evil swears that by the night's end
Evil won't say it was all pretend
Evil because Death will follow you
Evil until full content
Evil pleasured to full extent

poem by Elena Helms
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Hidden Truth

the way,
the truth is only temperary,
you,
the way,
is secondary.
the lies.
the evil inside.
befor the evil i was alive.
i am a message child,
evil child.
i can never be excepted for what ive done.
i am divising,
seeking,
either or
it still owns me.
find a way im not,
i run away.
whos getting better?
my hand goes up first,
but my arm is broke
so i shout up to the air,
there is no truth for me to trust
with the evil inside.

poem by Kayla Mcmillin
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Hes Evil

Scene: a party political broadcast -- mr. black and his followers
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind.
Hes got style, personality,
But hes the devil in reality.
Hell make you laugh, make you smile,
And make you feel good for a while.
Wicked smile, decadent grin,
He likes school girls, nuns and virgins.
His skin is soft but his mind is hard,
Hell lead you on then hell tear you apart.
Hell treat you rough and he will make you cry,
And you will kiss sweet innocence good-bye.
And once youre in therell be no getting out,
So look out, look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes got wit hes got charm.
But when he gets rough hell break your arm.
Hes got taste, manners and grace,
But when he gets tough hell slit your face.
Hell buy you jewels, expensive clothes,
Then his mindll go and hell bust your nose.
Hes a joker and a clown
But hell pervert you and drag you down.
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind,
He is just the devil in disguise.
He will drag you down and he will make you cry,
And once youre in there will be no getting out.
So look out, look out, look out.
Look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.

song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Order of Things

The order of life and things
'Family, home, God and what your toil will bring'.

Do unto others
'As we did and do; for our own sisters and Mothers'.

One Should have pride in the good they do
'That is why God created you and you; and me too'

Evil will destroy evil and that is a fact
'Just refuse to participate in an evil act'..

Responsibility comes with an age and a title too
Judgment for how many and what did you do.'
Stand up for right and insist each child does belong
'A child cannot sin nor can it do evil wrong.'

No one has the right or authority to profane
'How can the universal creator have an earthly name'?

Two different halves together can make a whole
'The children have the right, their story to unfold.

10-04-05 Aho Speaks

poem by AHO Speaks
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Social Studies- Jesus' Birth

Mary was blessed with a child,
The child whose kicking is so wild
but this child is not wicked nor evil
With this child our Future is grat,
and every child, and every adult
Shall one day be saved

poem by Melinda Sordini
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Song Of Being A Child

When the child was a child
It walked with arms hanging
Wanted the stream to be a river and the river a torrent
And this puddle, the sea
When the child was a child, it didnt know
It was a child
Everything for it was filled with life and all life was one
Saw the horizon without trying to reach it
Couldnt rush itself and think on command
Was often terribly bored
And couldnt wait
Passed up greeting the moments
And prayed only with its lips
When the child was a child
It didnt have an opinion about a thing
Had no habits
Often sat crossed-legged, took off running
Had a cow lick in its hair
And didnt put on a face when photographed
When the child was a child
It was the time of the following questions
Why am I me and why not you
Why am I here and why not there
Why did time begin and where does space end
Isnt what I see and hear and smell
Just the appearance of the world in front of the world
Isnt life under the sun just a dream
Does evil actually exist in people
Who really are evil
Why cant it be that I who am
Wasnt before I was
And that sometime i, the i, I am
No longer will be the i, I am
When the child was a child
It gagged on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding
And on steamed cauliflower
And now eats all of it and not just because it has to
When the child was a child
It woke up once in a strange bed
And now time and time again
Many people seem beautiful to it
And now not so many and now only if its lucky
It had a precise picture of paradise
And now can only vaguely conceive of it at best
It couldnt imagine nothingness
And today shudders in the face of it
Go for the ball
Which today rolls between its legs
With its Im here it came
Into the house which now is empty
When the child was a child
It played with enthusiasm
And now only with such former concentration
Where its work is concerned
When the game, task, activity, subject happens to be its work
When the child was a child
It was enough to live on apples and bread. and its still that way
When the child was a child berries fell
Only like berries into its hand. and still do
The fresh walnuts made its tongue raw. and still do
Atop each mountain it craved
Yet a higher mountain. and in each city it craved
Yet a bigger city. and still does
Reach for the cherries in the treetop
As elated as it still is today
Was shy in front of strangers. and still is
It waited for the first snow. and still waits that way
When the child was a child
It waited restlessly each day for the return of the loved one
And still waits that way
When the child was a child
It hurled a stick like a lance into a tree
And its still quivering there today
The child, the child was a child
Was a child, was a child, was a child, was a child
Child, child, child
When the child, when the child, when the child
When the child, when the child
The child, child, child, child, child
(added words by van morrison)
And on and on and on and on, etc. and onward
With a sense of wonder
Upon the highest hill. upon the highest hill
When the child was a child
Are you there
Shassas, shassas
Up on a highest hill
When the child was a child, was a child, was a child
Was a child, was a child, was a child, etc.
(fade to end)

song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Old Child

Child. Old child,
No longer wild;
No longer speaking,
No longer beguiled;
I have become
A quiet old child.

Child. Old child,
No longer cold;
Never an old man,
Always too old;
I have become
An old child tenfold.

Child. Old child,
Forever a child;
Always rethinking,
Always exiled.
I should become
A happy old child.

Child. Old child.
Always soft-spoken;
No longer breaking,
Still being broken;
I have become
An old child, unspoken.

Child. Old child,
No longer bold;
By thinking, rethinking
Of stories untold,
All through my childhood,
I've become... old.

poem by Mihai Cosmescu
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For The Children

Another poor child goes missing
snatched by an evil hand
but why does this keep happening
as I just do not understand?
How can they hurt the innocent?
at someone who can't fight back
but these predators are wicked
as they prowl around and attack.
Every child is so precious
they say a gift from up above
but all they want and need
is our protection and our love.
Our children are the future
but for now they should be free
so you evil and cold hearted
please just leave our children be.

poem by Kevin Halls
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For Lost Children of The World

Dream of rain
Wash the child's own pain
Dream of sunshine
Make him smile again
Trapped in the net
Of terror, abuse
In anguished regret
A lost child let loose
This world must awaken
Let the evil be shown
Our senses to be shaken
These children are our own.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Good one's smile evil cry

Evil live
Innocent die
On their flesh
Evil survive
Without them
They will also die
It is an irony
Evil survive
Sinless perish
Good keep on
Fighting
Knowing very well
One day they shall die
Evil keep smiling
Forgetting
When they die
To god they shall
Have to reply
Their place is in
Hell or heaven
Deeds they have done
Shall decide
God punishes evil
Good sent to heaven
Evil to hell
In the end
One thing is certain
Good one’s smile
Evil cry

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Evil Man

Evil Man

Thou break the young heart
She tender and so small
Her eyes blind to evil men
Why must thou be the first one?
Thou buy sweet and chewing gum
Introduce and transform the lass
Thine child growing up
Fall she may in the trap
And thou mayest hate that the most
The world is so small
And that evil may haunt thee

poem by Mahamma Adrianne
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A Child's Love

The beauty of a child's love
Unadultratedly pure and simple
Redeeming the hearts and minds
Of all that come in contact with it magic

The wholeness of a child's love
Unpolluted and full of innocence
Remembering nor holding no grudge
Of all that wrought evil against it ways

If only the beauty of such love would abide
In all it splender and never lost
If only the miraculous healing powers of a child's love
In all it's elegance and simplicity would live on

If only we could protect and shield
This Godsend gift from pollution and evil
If only, oh if really only we could immitate
This amazing and forgiving purity of a child's love

poem by Kobby King
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Innocence In The Eyes Of A Child

shut your eyes
sweet child
see no evil

preserve
innocence
at all costs

cotton wool
cannot protect
innocent eyes

forever

therefore look not upon
fate karma suffering
cruelty evil choice others

live see not
reality true nature
of this world

never grow to be

a Mahatma Gandhi
a Martin Luther King
a Nelson Mandela

sometimes as innocence
we must cross white line
walk within trigger hairs

to do what is right
to champion good to serve God
to risk life to make

a better world

shut your dove eyes
sweet cherub child
see no vile earth evil

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Evil, I call you! !

Evil
Don't listen to a word they say
Will let you be alone at times,
Needed most.

That evil eyes looks at you,
and lies
All the hateful things you said
and what you've put me through.

Evil
In the heart of people
Evil
Wont care if you die

Evil
Is all that I can perceive in you
So is your dark side,
Your evil.

Evil is you.

poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Dr. Evil

Evil, evil is his one and only name
Evil, in his mind there is no other game!
When your name is Evil, that is good or so you think,
but you're so very wrong.
It's evil!
But being wrong is right, so then you're good again,
wich is the evilest thing of all...
Do you find his sudden ways, invite you? does he excite you?
If his contradictions should atract you, should he distract you?
Heaven help you then...
You're finished, it's the end...
There'll be no retrieval...
From the evil...
The evil,
he will
do.
He's evil,
he's Doctor Evil.
His name is Evil.

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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