If She Does
We’ve got in pumpkins-
Entire bins of pumpkins- and my job today
Was to kill the ants,
And think of something:
And this really beautiful mother came in today-
She looked like someone’s sister.
She looked like she’d played soccer in high school.
Then a man came in with gold teeth,
And I think he made a comment about my face
Under his breath-
I shouldn’t like to think what he had to say,
But I know he was Italian and a painter
And from New York,
But definitely not an artist,
And I was glad when he went away,
And after he went away I thought again of myself as
An artist
Who must try and look at his face from the sunburned
Shadows from the best possible angles
And try to make the best of it,
And be happy that that beautiful young mother came in
And asked my name,
And said that she would be back to buy a Christmas tree.
If she comes, then I’ll have to find out her name,
And see if she doesn’t want to ride bicycles near the sea:
If she does it will be the first time I’ve been with a woman
In seven years,
And the very first time I’ve been with a beautiful woman
Not counting a couple prostitutes
If she does.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Her Beautiful Face
' HER BEAUTIFUL FACE'
The first time that he saw her it was her beautiful face,
He fell in love at first glance though he was very young
He spoke to her and found out that she was beautiful within,
A friend he had made for life with that beautiful face,
So slim and innocent the girl with the beautiful face,
She gave him three wonderful children the girl with the beautiful face,
As years went on she became the sole love of his life,
A wonderful Mother was the girl with the beautiful face,
Grandchildren were so deserved for the girl with the beautiful face,
As he took his last few breaths in life, the last thing he saw was her oh so beautiful face.
Dave Bennett
poem by David Bennett
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In Remambrance
It’s my sister’s birthday today,
She left us three decades away.
We watched her lying on her hospital bed,
And slowly right before our eyes she was dead.
Her face looked serene and free of pain,
Though it was drawn and drained.
The memory of her last breath,
As she slipped into the arms of death,
After so many years still fresh in my mind.
She was so vivacious, gentle and kind.
I feel it was only yesterday
When in the morning, on our way
To the school in a cycle rickshaw,
We would play pranks unmindful of who saw..
Though we had lots of tiffs and fights
We normally made up by the night.
We shared and, talked about our first crush,
I still remember how she blushed.
As she told me about a guy
Who made her happy she felt like to cry.
She has been gone for so long
I still wonder what went wrong
Does time really heal?
Is it enough to live on memories?
Nobody can take her place
I still remember her beautiful face
The secrets we shared at midnight,
And our light banter and pillow fights
At times I feel wistful
Wouldn’t it have been beautiful?
Reminiscing about our childhood,
Our fights, midnight feasts and moods
I am still overcome with nostalgia and grief,
Am glad had her, though her sojourn was brief.
filial love and bond is one of a kind
that sort of camaraderie is rare to find.
she is stiil twenty something in my mind's eye
young, spirited, with a zest for life - my best ally.
25.09.08
Mamta
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Slides Of Beauty
a beautiful horse
in the same manner that there is
also a beautiful cat
a beautiful rat and a beautiful
fish, a beautiful woman
like another beautiful man,
a beautiful mountain
a beautiful river
so many things and people
beautiful today
like the leaves of the
fan
cooling and refreshing
my taste and
quest for beauty.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pretty or Beautiful?
As I step onto the scale I wait for it to read my weight.115.
'What am I going to do I am still fat.
My family says that I am pretty but my boyfriend says that I am beautiful.
Which one am me? Pretty or beautiful?
I hear my mother saying 'come down for breakfast.'
I call to my mother 'one minute.'
I stare into the mirror and I don't see what my family sees.
I see my boyfriends point of view; beautiful.
The prettiest long brown hair and dark, hazel - green eyes
and perfect white teeth.
I see a young woman who’s ready to live her life to the fullest.
I see a woman who loves to help children in their day - to - day lives.
I see a woman who’s going to succeed in whatever she believes
it is right or wrong.
I see a woman who will help adoption agencies, shelters
and the homeless.
I see a woman who will believe in everyone around her and who
will motivate those who need motivating and help them succeed.
I see a woman who can do anything that is put in her way and who
will get it done right the first time.
I am that woman, of success.
I am that woman of motivating people and challenging them to
do the right thing.
I am a woman of faith of love and of beauty.
I am a woman who is ready to live her life to the fullest.
I am me!
poem by Shannon Monroe
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Beautiful Christmas
Let's Go!
Big Time!
Merry Christmas everybody..
Put down video games
Pick up some candy canes
And hang a wreath on your door
Give back to those in need
Bring peace and harmony
Cause that's what Christmas is for
And this Christmas, this Christmas
We'll celebrate a wonderful year
ooh this Christmas, this Christmas
We'll decorate the halls with love and cheer
We can make a beautiful Christmas
We can make the world shine bright
As long as friends and family are with us
Every star will shine tonight
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make a beautiful Christmas
Let's party in the snow under the mistletoe
Girl I've been waiting all year
Rudolph can take a break
Frosty can melt away
As long as I got you here
Ooh this Christmas, this Christmas
We'll celebrate a wonderful year
ooh this Christmas, this Christmas
We'll decorate the halls with love and cheer
We can make a beautiful Christmas
We can make the world shine bright
As long as friends and family are with us
Every star will shine tonight
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make a beautiful Christmas
Happy Holiday
Spread the love on Christmas Day
Singin' Happy Holiday
We can make a beautiful Christmas
Happy Holiday
Spread the love on Christmas Day
Singin' Happy Holiday
We can make a beautiful Christmas
So Beautiful!
We can make a beautiful Christmas
We can make the world shine bright (we can make it yea)
As long as friends and family are with us (friends and family)
Every star will shine tonight (shinin' tonight)
We can make it beautiful this Christmas (beautiful christmas)
We can make it beautiful this Christmas (so beautiful no no)
We can make it beautiful this Christmas
We can make a beautiful Christmas
We can make a beautiful Christmas
We can make a beautiful Christmas
Happy Holiday
Spread the love on Christmas Day
Singin' Happy Holiday
We can make a beautiful Christmas
poem by Jojo Jonna
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Beautiful Day
Tired of living like my days are bad
When I open up my eyes, I'm glad
And I can't complain 'bout yesterday
Cuz today's a brand new day
Comb my hair and though some like it wrong
Jump in my ride because it's on
And I'm gone, I'm gone
1 - I woke up this morning
Opened up my eyes and prayed, Lord
Cuz it's a beautiful day
No matter what nobody say
Even though it's cloudy
I can see the sun rays
Oh, cuz it's a beautiful day
No matter what nobody say
Cuz it's a beautiful day, a beautiful day
Life just can't get no better than this
Mother Nature's given us a kiss
Cuz tomorrow I'm glad I didn't miss
Let's take advantage of days like this
When the night time does finally hit
There'll be no reason for guns
It'll be fun, fun, fun, fun
Repeat 1
Everything is good because I'm living and I'm healthy
I'm not too concerned 'bout being poor or being wealthy
I feel really good about this blessing given to me
Nothing in this world could ever take all my joy from me
It's beautiful, it's beautiful
It's beautiful, it's beautiful
It's beautiful
A beautiful day, a beautiful day
A beautiful day, a beautiful day
Repeat 1
I don't have a complain in the world
I am doing so good
Without, without, without the money
Without, without, without the stress
Without, without, without the people, oh yeah
Repeat 1 until fade
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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I Want to Eat You
Dearest Smi
today 30 dec 2003
Is the happiest day in my life
My own Smi
loved me and together we spent hours
loving kissing
feeling each other so close
so much loving
i do not mind dying any moment now
I got more than what I hoped from life
Love of my Smi
I never ever imagined
your body to be so much beautiful
You are the most beautiful woman in the world
Your forehead ears, eyes
nose, beautiful lips
extremely beautiful face
intoxicatingly beautiful navel
must be unimaginably beautiful hidden parts
hidden to me
Oh My Smi
I will do anything to
have you as my own forever
I love you so much Sooooooo
Muchhhhhh.
Your lips were so tasty
your hug was so sexy
have I made you happy my Smi?
Were you happy with your vht?
I will make you mad with my love
As I am really mad with you
Oh my dearest darling
I cannot live without you
You are the best woman in the world
Be mine forever
poem by Thomas Viruvelil
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Christina and You and Home for Lunch
As you went by
the girl's playground
after getting off
the school bus
Christina called to you
through the wire fence
and said
my mother said
you can come home
for lunch today
if you like
ok
you said
where shall I meet you?
Cedric will bring you along
she said
and so when
the lunch time
recess bell rang
you followed Cedric
out of the school
and saw Christina
by the outer fence waiting
are you sure
your mother doesn't mind?
you asked
of course not
she said
Cedric walked on in front
leaving you and Christiana
to walk on behind
she talked about some girl
in her class who had a boyfriend
and claimed
to have had sex
and then she went on
about the teacher
who had been expelled
for taking pupils home
in his lunch hour
it was boys though
she added
and then you came
to her house
and she took you in
and there was her mother
in the kitchen
nice to meet you
she said
Christina has talked
about you so much
Cedric behind
his mother's back
was making gagging gestures
with his fingers
down his throat
Christina looked at you
and smiled
nice to be here
you said
are you sure it's all right
me coming?
of course it is
Christina's mother said
now sit down
and I'll serve up for us all
and so you all sat down
around the table
and Cedric looked at you
then looked down
at his knife and fork
and Christina said
glad you're here
and she put a hand
over yours
and gave your hand
a squeeze
then removed it
when her mother
set down the plates
and then sat down herself
and you all began to eat
in an unusual silence
Christina giving you
a bright eyed stare
and Cedric looking
over your shoulder
as if you weren't there
after lunch their mother
cleared the table
of plates and went off
and Cedric went
into the lounge
leaving you and Christina alone
what do you think?
she asked
about what?
you asked
my mother
what do you think of her?
she seems nice
you said
she gets depressed a lot
Christina said
but today
she was at her best
oh right
you said
sorry she gets depressed
come on
Christina said
I'll show you my room
you raised your eyebrows
won't your mother mind?
you asked
not if she doesn't know
Christina replied
isn't it a bit risky?
you said
yes
she said
that's what makes life
so interesting
so you followed her
and tiptoed up the stairs
and she showed you
her bedroom
and her favourite doll
and other favourites of hers
lined along her bed
then she kissed you quickly
and then stood back
and smiled and said
best go down now
or she'll wonder
where we are
and so that was it
and as you followed her
down the stairs
you could hear the radio
playing some classical music
and her mother
humming along
and sounding quite happy
and Christina giving you
another kiss
behind her mother's back
and after saying thank you
to her mother
you all left
to return to school
the clouds promising rain
and so back to school
and the boring lessons
once again.
poem by Terry Collett
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My Real Goddess
Today my mother
Came to my house
With lots of blessing
And full of good wishing
To live long
Happy and healthy
Progressive and wealthy
My mother
My sweet mother
My beautiful mother
My loving mother
My real goddess
My ever goodness
My first lady I loved
My life my mother
My soul my mother
My God-gift my mother
My pride my mother
My aim my mother
My teacher my mother
My friend my mother
My preacher my mother
My daughter's face look-like my mother
My daughter my little mother
O the Absolute Almighty
Give me my mother
Again and again
And again and again
My mother
Only my mother.
poem by Dr. P. K. Verma
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Such A Beautiful Woman
Such a beautiful woman with so much pain in her eyes,
such a beautiful woman that doesn't deserve this life she has been given, too many lies that has been endured both from herself and the awful man she calls her love. Beautiful woman you deserve so much more than this, she secretly dreams of a life free from every sadness and heartache she's ever known, but this beautiful woman will never let that stubbornness aside to have that life for her own
Beautiful woman you were born and raised not knowing the true potential hidden away, drowned out by all the negative, beautiful woman you deserve so much more than this. I wish I could take all the pain away, I wish I could make you see all the beauty, courage, strength that I know is there, hidden deep inside a mind and heart that has been abused, wronged and badly bruised for all her life, beautiful woman why can't you see? That you deserve so much more than this wretched life has given you, just look past all the hurt to find the strength I know you have. Such a beautiful woman...be set free.
poem by Alicia Toscano
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Introducing... Me!
I am the woman who was the girl who thought she was alone.
The same girl that pretended to be the life of our group to stay on top.
The girl who was everyone's friend even though I did not like myself very much.
I was the girl who thought that love only came in one form.
So I used it to my advantage and ended up scorned.
I was the girl that found herself in trouble too deep to be fished out.
I was the girl who grew up too fast with no way out.
I had to grow, so that I might learn to be the mother I needed to be.
I was the girl who was a child-mother with only my own mother there for me.
The girl who was afraid to pout who had to be always brave.
The girl who felt as if I never got but only gave.
I was the girl who made all her own choices and stood up to take responsibility.
I was the girl who told the world how dare you judge her because of me.
Now I am the woman who, will fight the very devil for my childrens lives.
I fought him for two of my babies and won, my fourth in God's arms lay.
I am the woman who will stand up and shout for what I believe.
The woman who learned the hard way there is no reprieve.
I am the woman who finally learned how to love herself.
And in doing so found true love at last.
I am the woman who is the life of the party now.
The woman that has few real friends, but they matter more then they did then.
I am the woman who can cry and know it will be alright.
I am the woman who can say,
I am beautiful today.
If not for one woman who was there to help show me how.
I would not be the woman standing here now.
My Mother is the woman in me who I long to be.
My Mother is the woman I emmulate and hope my girls will come to be like.
She is stronger then Breast Cancer. Stronger then Divorce.
Stronger then all the trials I put her through.
If she were not here today what would I do?
poem by Lydie Mathers
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Black Woman!
BEAUTIFUL BLACK WOMAN, YOUR SENSUOUS
SPLENDOR IS LIKE THE SHINING SUN YOUR
WONDROUS WAYS COME FROM YOUR SOUL
WHICH NO ONE MAN MAY HOPE TO CONTROL
BEAUTIFUL BLACK WOMAN, YOU ARE THE GUIDING
HOPE OF OUR PEOPLE
BEAUTIFUL BLACK WOMAN, YOUR MIND MAINTAINS
YOUR GLORIOUS POWER
BEAUTIFUL BLACK WOMAN, YOUR SPIRIT IS
LIKE A SHINING CHURCH TOWER WHICH POINTS THE
WAY TO HEAVEN ABOVE AND WHICH
SEEKS TO FIND TRUE LOVE
BEAUTIFUL BLACK WOMAN, YOU ARE THE GUIDING
HOPE OF OUR PEOPLE
BEAUTIFUL BLACK WOMAN, YOUR TIME IS LIKE A
PRECIOUS COMMODITY
BEAUTIFUL BLACK WOMAN, YOUR EBONY WILL IS
STRONG AND FREE SO TAKE YOUR PRECIOUS TIME
AND YOUR DETERMINED WILL AND USE THEM BOTH TO
EMPHASIZE WHAT YOU REALLY FEEL
BEAUTIFUL BLACK WOMAN, YOU ARE THE GUIDING HOPE
OF OUR PEOPLE
BEAUTIFUL BLACK WOMAN, IN YOU LIES OUR FUTURE!
poem by Samuel Newton
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A face in the clouds
I looked up at the sky
all I could see were clouds
big ones like mashed potato.
One looked like a map
of the United Kingdom
another shaped like Spain.
But there amongst these
was a beautiful face
and it looked like you.
Was my mind playing tricks?
but I looked up again
and it was still there
all white and so clear.
This beautiful face in the sky
put there just for me
then it changed and it was gone
just like you.
poem by Kevin Halls
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The Women
This world is, because of the woman
this universe is, because of the woman
nothing exists without the woman
our existence is, because of the woman.
Why being a woman then
should be humiliation?
Why a woman then
should face indignation?
always the woman becomes the prey...?
always the woman has no say.....?
The woman is a mother, also a mother–in-law
the woman is a sister, also a sister-in-law
the woman has many roles to play
a daughter-in-law perfects that night & day.
Why then a woman does
torture another woman?
Why does a ma-in-law
torches a daughter in-law?
Why does a woman destroy another’s world?
Why does jealousy overcomes a sister-in-law?
In the woman, power is manifest,
yet she is unaware and that is a jest.
she becomes Durga when in rage
telling everyone, she is no sage
the woman is where, awakening is there
her absence creates crematoriums everywhere.
Why do then a woman abhor the birth of a female?
Wants a child, whose gender is male?
the male is indebted to her for the courage and life
yet no rewards for the woman, her entire life.
This is the story of the woman, full of anguish
Plight of a woman is because of another’s wish
Exploitation of the woman could not have taken place
Had a woman given the other a little more space.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Pumpkin Parade
The pungent smell of autumn
With the air so crisp and cool
Golden leaves tumble to the ground
A time for nature’s renewal
The pumpkins are harvested
When autumn time appears
They are ripe and ready
For the parade we all revere
Horses are hooked up
To wagons and carts
Folks all pile in
And we’re ready to start
Aren’t they just beautiful?
The pumpkins I mean
Every size shade and style
It’s a sweet autumn dream
The air is so fresh
The time is so right
It’s a pumpkin parade
What a beautiful sight!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Magic At My House
In the closet there is a pair of shoes
The stay in the box kind of shoes.
The gray leather open toed high heeled shoes.
The fancy night on the town shoes.
The make you taller shoes.
The makeup wearing time shoes.
The too big but a perfect fit shoes.
The magic make you grown up shoes.
In the jewelry box there is a necklace.
The aquamarine and pearl and gold necklace.
The this is older than you or I necklace.
The shiny rainbow making necklace.
The color and feel of the ocean necklace.
The mother’s mother necklace.
The too nice for any day necklace.
The magic make you an elegant lady necklace.
In the bathroom there is a bag.
The painting for ladies bag.
The filled with vials and potions bag.
The put your face on bag.
The make your lips redder bag.
The give you doe eyes bag.
The not in public until your 16 bag.
The magic make you look beautiful bag.
In the bed there is a woman.
The wears the magic shoes woman.
The keeps the magic necklace woman.
The use the magic bag woman.
The lets me put on the shoes woman.
The tells me the story of the necklace woman.
The wipes off the magic of the bag woman.
The magic I want to be just like her woman.
poem by Gabrielle Shutt
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The snake was in the tree
The snake was in the tree
and watched the woman and man
and both of them were free
and at the woman he looked
and both were innocent and happy.
He wanted the woman for himself
as she was beautiful
and had some grace
and in his plans
the man had no place,
but of all of this
Eve heard never a word.
She was on her back
and looked at the blue sky
and the shadow of Adam
fell over her
and his smile he couldn’t hide.
His hands was like magic
and he spoke of love
and of God
and they were one
with the setting sun
and God smiled
and blessed all lovers
in His new world
called earth.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Beautiful
You could be the devil in my bed
You could be the angel in my head
You could be the voices that I hear
I'm singing along because it sounds just like you're near
Cause you're so beautiful
You're beautiful today
You're so beautiful
Beautiful in every little way
Cause when you're coming around
I'm off the ground
I've got to say
You're so beautiful
You're beautiful today
I could be the drug you can't resist
I could be the antidote you missed
I could be the love you hate to fear
You're filling the hole inside your heart with feeling near to me
Cause you're so beautiful
You're beautiful today
You're so beautiful
Beautiful in every little way
Cause when you're coming around
I'm off the ground
I've got to say
You're so beautiful
You're beautiful today
Can we make it through
Together we got to fly
Don't you know I got to fly
Cause when you're coming around I got to fly
Don't you know I want to fly
And I know
And I feel
That I could learn to hate just like you
And I know
And I feel
That you could learn to love just like me
Can we make it through together
I've got to fly
song performed by by Flickerstick from Welcoming Home The Astronauts
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For My Sister On Her Sixty- Fifth Birthday
FOR MY SISTER ON HER SIXTY- FIFTH BIRTHDAY
Where have the years gone?
My sister -
The most beautiful the kindest little girl on First Street Troy New York
Is sixty-five years old today-
Where have the years gone?
How can I ever thank her
For the devotion with which she cared for my parents
In those most difficult last years?
How can I ever say how much her being the only witness
Left with me of that world then
Means to me?
How can I say how happy I am for her
That she has raised with her husband
Four loving and caring daughters
That she made quite late in life
A name and career for herself?
Above all that she is still the good caring person
Who with her mother’s practicality
Makes the best of what life gives.
My prayer is for health and blessing for her
And her family
In the years ahead.
God gave me only one sister
Thank God it is Joycie.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The pain behind the smile
I often saw her at the shops with her kids
she was friendly and would say hello,
then I heard some really tragic news
she'd jumped from a high building onto the floor below.
So I went and saw all the masses of flowers
at the place this poor woman had been found,
adults were standing with small children sobbing
while others were reading tributes not making a sound.
Then later on I saw her smiling picture in the paper
I never knew her but I still felt very sad,
it said she was a loving mother to her children
and it was her kids who made her happy and glad.
So why did she go and jump to her death?
what was she hiding behind her beautiful smile?
this poor young woman must have been full of agony
and putting on a brave act all the while.
Three lovely young children have now lost their Mum
but I hope their Mother is now in a much better place,
it just shows what some people are concealing though
behind that forced smile that appears on their face.
poem by Kevin Halls
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