Haunting Memories of Ueno Station, Tokyo,1946
Orphaned children
Hungry
Scavenging
Lost
Pleading
Chocoletto. ..Cigaretto
Haggard
Hollowed cheeks
Vacant eyed
Lifeless
Pleading
Chocoletto...Ciga retto
Horrors of war
Pain
Agony
Aged children
Pleading
Chocoletto...Cigaretto
poem by Stanley Cooper
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Strolling
The sky was dark and with a haze
I walked along the coastline; green
with all the seaweed thrown out
as if the sea got sick
of coming at the coast pleading
for love
and puked.
Oh dear sea, I know your misery!
We are alike, except for one thing
because I too was sick
of pleading for love
but I
unlike you
gave up
eventually.
poem by Infenity Covett
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Every Beat Of My Heart
The daylight breaks, a picture show of endless takes
And the musics coming through on the radio
And I take my place, reluctantly I join the race
Its not my fight, just trying to stay on my feet
But oh theres one thing that gets to me
Its that little girl she puts me down so easily
In total absurd Im saying these words
With every beat of my heart, I will love you
With every song, with every breath that you take
Ill give you the moon and the sun, youre the only one
Pleading love with every beat of my heart
With every beat of my heart, I will love you
With every song, with every breath that you take
Ill give you the moon and the sun, youre the only one
Pleading love with every beat of my heart
Pleading love with every beat of my heart
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Mirror Mirror....!
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why you show me the face of this girl
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Dont you know that she is no more...!
When I shave there she is
Peeking over my shoulder
Starry eyes open wide
Smiling smiling.... that cheeky smile
Washing my face I can see
Glancing through my fingers
There she is mocking at me
Laughing laughing.... her funny laugh
About to leave combing hair
She is there behind me
Little dainty head of hers
Resting resting.... on my shoulder
Teary eyes about to cry
Half closed into a line
Pleading pleading....pleading with me
Please please please do not go....!
Please please please do not go....!
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why you show me the face of this girl
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Dont you know that she is no more...!
poem by Rowving Smith
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Kneepads
If you want to crawl
Buy you some kneepads,
To protect those knees.
You'll be grateful when you wake up,
From a move you'll think was foolish.
If you want to crawl with a pleading to please
At least do it with class,
Wearing kneepads.
Those humble knew of stumbling,
Most of their lives.
And not in comfort when they did it.
But some unfamiliar with the act of this,
Try to make it appear
A bruising done on bended knees,
Will for them be temporary.
If you want to crawl
Buy you some kneepads,
To protect those knees.
You'll be grateful when you wake up,
From a move you'll think was foolish.
If you want to crawl with a pleading to please
At least do it with class,
Wearing kneepads.
If you want to crawl with a pleading to please
At least do it with class,
Wearing kneepads.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Identity
the only identity i have
that will remain...
is in the eyes... of small
children, hungry and orphaned,
their families lost
to wars, earthquakes, floods,
disease, poverty...
children of different colors,
nationalities, faiths...
children without names.
i am their father, their mother,
their sister, their brother...
i am the answer to their hunger,
i am its cause.
i am their hunger!
i have no name.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Detroit
I am dreaming of a michigan girlfriend
All bright-eyed and happy in pain
I am dreaming of a michigan girl
See her come around
Fall down, break & scatter everywhere...
I close my eyes and I can see her waiting
I am pleading for a michigan dream girl
I am pleading for a michigan girl
See her come around
Big lie wrapped inside her little glove...
I close my eyes and I can see her waiting patient for me
I cover my ears
I clear my mind
She starts to fade...
(I am dreaming of a michigan girlfriend)
Shes starting to fade...
(I am dreaming of a michigan girl)
I close my eyes
I see her waiting oh so patient for me
I cover my ears
I close my mind
Shes starting to fade
song performed by by Everclear
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Magic Madness
Lost in a portrait I saw as a boy,
of posing flamingos and tropical sun.
Suzanne is calling from out of her window,
a sweet invitation for oranges and rum.
Dive in the dawn of her shimmering ways,
“Love me for ever”, she said,
or give me your power for only a day”,
then drove me right out of my head.
Magic Madness in the candle-light night
where raging fires burn to turn to coals
Magic Madness, silken, satin delight.
Hotly whispered pleading, “More, my baby, more…”
Magic Madness
Sway to the beckoning Spanish guitar,
castanets tapping a rhythm to me.
Angela moves like a dream coming answered
and slyly enchanting this man of the sea.
Sailing come morning and I must be there.
“Love me forever”, she cried,
or lie in my garden as long as you dare”,
then drove me right out of my mind.
Magic Madness in the candle-light night
where raging fires burn to turn to coals
Magic Madness, silken, satin delight.
Hotly whispered pleading, “More, my baby, more…”
Magic Madness
Fate fills the years, like wind in the main.
The boy grows to manhood then sails no more.
Valerie’s calling the children to supper,
wordlessly watching me watching the shore.
Madness comes on as the moon turns the tide,
“Come to me sailor, again.
Your harbor is waiting to take you inside
and magic will dance on the wind.”
Magic Madness in the candle-light night
where raging fires burn to turn to coals
Magic Madness, silken, satin delight.
Hotly whispered pleading, “More, my baby, more…”
Magic Madness
poem by A.D. Varrone
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Mama Tried
Album: A Tribute to Tradition
Randy Travis & Merle Haggard
The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un's dream of growing up to ride;
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I'm bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.
--- Instrumental ---
Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load;
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right but I refused.
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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I Could Be Your Hero
I could be your hero,
I could protect you from the dark,
Save you from the hurricane,
Keep your heart safe,
And mend your scars,
I won't let anyone break your heart,
Won't let anyone torture your soul,
Would you run if i told you too?
Would you never look back?
I could take away your pain,
I could save your soul tonight,
I could protect your heart forever,
Put my shield of love around your heart,
Stop people from being able to get in and break it,
Stop people from scarring it,
I could be your hero tonight,
Stop all of your heartbreak and pain,
Stop the black hole that's sucking up your heart,
That's causing all this pain inside of you,
I could be your hero,
Stop the darkness,
Give you some light in your life,
Stop the darkness inside,
Help it to escape,
Escape from your soul,
So that you can can become full of light,
I could be your hero,
But hero's only happen in fairytales,
And life isn't a fairytale,
Life is a rollercoaster,
Life is pain, hurt and hatred,
life is crying over someone,
Pleading for your Dad to stay,
Pleading your Mum,
Telling her that life is worth it,
Not to end her life.
poem by Charlie Bones
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Just Like A Prisoner
By eric clapton
Just like a prisoner, he dont know right from wrong.
Just like a baby, he sings a pleading song
And thats why so many tears must fall.
Yes, thats why so many tears must fall.
Just like a sailor, he steers away from home.
He feels a tidal wave in his heart, but he aint alone
And thats why so many tears must fall.
Yes, thats why so many tears must fall.
Im like that prisoner, I dont know right from wrong.
Just like that baby, I sing a pleading song
And thats why youll never know how I feel.
Yes, thats why youll never know how I feel.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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That's The Kind of Medication They Are On
They honestly believe,
Their illnesses are projected...
Throughout the nation.
That's the kind of medication they are on!
And it has to be working.
The affects of it are brilliant.
It leaves them in denial and pleading,
For Marshall Law.
It has to be witnessed to be conceived.
Their poisoning has been successful.
They are quick to defend their ailments!
And denounce those who bring it to their attention!
It's like hearing children cry for more,
When spanked and punished!
Something has induced,
The seduction of a mental disturbance accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Many Children? (Holiness)
how many children
are hungry this morning?
how many children
without a home?
how many children
with only one parent?
how many children
.....with none?
how many children
faced with no future?
how many children
thrown to the side?
how many children....
and how many know?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What children know (understand)
Children know laughter
They know tears
Children know peace
They know chaos
Children know acceptance
They know rejection
Children know joy
They know pain
Children know abundance
They know lack
Children know health
They know illness
Children know fulfillment
They know emptiness
Children know hope
They know dismay
Children know love
They know hatred
What they don’t know is WHY!
poem by Namie Elisha
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Softly & Tenderly
Softly and tenderly jesus is calling,
Calling for you and for me.
Patient and loving hes waiting and watching;
Watching for you and for me.
Chorus:
Come home, come home,
Ye who are weary come home;
Earnestly, tenderly, jesus is calling;
Calling, o sinner, come home!
Repeat chorus
Why should we linger when jesus is pleading,
Pleading for you and for me?
Why should we wait, then, and heed not his mercies;
Mercies for you and for me?
Repeat chorus
O for the wonderful love he has promised,
Promised for you and for me.
Though we have sinned he has mercy and pardon;
Pardon for you and for me.
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Softly And Tenderly
Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
Calling for you and for me.
Patient and loving He? waiting and watching;
Watching for you and for me.
Chorus:
Come home, come home,
Ye who are weary come home;
Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling;
Calling, "O sinner, come home!"
Repeat Chorus
Why should we linger when Jesus is pleading,
Pleading for you and for me?
Why should we wait, then, and heed not His mercies;
Mercies for you and for me?
Repeat Chorus
O for the wonderful love He has promised,
Promised for you and for me.
Though we have sinned He has mercy and pardon;
Pardon for you and for me.
Repeat Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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There Are No Children Here
The untrained eye
Walks down the street
And sees children
But they're not children
There are no children here
Adults look back
With hungry eyes
And someone thinks
''They're just children
With a mother and a father
Never any fear''
And they kid themselves
As there are no mothers
No fathers
Because there are no children here
Terror doesn't care
As they cry over there
It lets someone stare
Through the sight of a gun
Seeing everyone
And just for fun
Shoot them
People rush around crying
''But they were just children!
They were just children! ''
A man with a gun
Turns and runs
But as he does they hear
''They aren't children''
And
''They weren't children''
And
''You need to know:
There are no children here''
No one makes a sound
Listening to the truth he's found
And they know:
It's our fault
We didn't save them
We could have saved them
If we cared
There would be children here
poem by Violet Llewellyn
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Invisible Children
Invisible Children
Their mothers can see them, but to us they’re invisible
These fate-cursed little creatures with long lashed, limpid eyes
In the poor part of town where hunger is permissible
Empty cupboards are opened with sad, hopeless sighs
Yes, we glimpse them occasionally, when famine strikes other nations
We see them on TV, broadcast from strange sounding lands
Hunger’s a democratic denizen, sparing no child it’s sensations
And welcomes our own crying children into it’s cold callous hands
Submission into malnutrition is the chronic condition
These hidden, unseen children must confront every day
Sentenced by hunger to a living perdition
On their mom’s leaden heart, these cruel conditions heavily weigh
While most of us worry about our kids overeating
About high fructose content, roughage and such
These kids, with ribs like infantile armatures, arms outstretched and pleading
remain unseen, out of sight, and unknown to our touch
Behind paint peeling doors, stoically enduring the horror of hunger
Cloaked in invisibility by the fickle fate of being poor
Conditions which no innocent, wide-eyed waif should live under
Scant noticed innocents, yet they’re out there for sure.
poem by David Whalen
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It's Winter
Hanging in the stillness
The memory of birdsong
And nudity of trees
Pleading with the sun
poem by Michael Oliver
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Always And Forever..
You have had me crying tears, not mine
Shown me horrors around so near
Had evil laugh that mocking sound..
face almost white with fear
I have held hands with an angel
I have fought evil face to face
My soul; bruised and battled
At Times..crawling was my pace
Please..be with me always and forever
Pleading love..with each beat my heart does take
Every song I sing is for You
Every moment I'm awake.
Always and forever.
poem by Sharon Maree Smith
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An Old Soul
I’m not like other children my age.
The children my age are precarious fools,
Whose actions are unjustified.
I don’t understand why they do as they do,
But oh, children will be children, will they not?
I’ve now gained the nickname of ‘mother’
Because I see them hurt each other for no reason,
And I’ll always step in to tell them to stop.
I hear them spread rumours,
And I don’t believe a word they say.
I’m implicated about their futures,
As if they care about their futures.
All of the foolish teens are in agony,
So despite their absurdity I try to help.
They only stab me in the back in the end.
I don’t understand the children my age,
They are cruel, unsophisticated and hostile.
They hold such pain, yet they cause that pain in others. Why?
I hold pain and it only makes me want to erase any pain in others.
Why would having pain make you want to upset others?
I’m only fourteen yet somehow I’m older than those who are sixteen,
They’re little children who know so little about the world, compared to me.
I don’t understand them enough to befriend them, so I’m lonely
And the adults don’t enjoy being friends with a child like me.
Looks are deceiving; I feel like a cognizant ancient.
I try my best but I’ll never understand any of them,
It won’t happen; I’m not as old as I feel, I am stuck being an old soul.
poem by Lenore Lee
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