Knocked And Ran
He, on a road, was standing
Ignorant of the road-laws.
He was in his tattered clothes;
A poor village child he was.
I was sitting in a car
On the left of the driver.
When the car came near the child,
It was slowed by the driver.
He sounded aloud the horn,
But the child did not it care.
The child, in his tattered clothes,
Remained standing mutely there.
He was aping the gesture
Of the driver of the car.
How joyful in his action,
As if he were in the car!
He was moving round his arms
In driving his unreal car.
The driver, taking the side,
Safely steered his real car.
But a truck from the front side
Down the road speedily ran.
The child, in his tattered clothes,
The truck driver knocked and ran.
poem by Aziz Ahmad
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Knocked And Ran
He, on a road, was standing
Ignorant of the road-laws.
He was in his tattered clothes;
A poor village child he was.
I was sitting in a car
On the left of the driver.
When the car came near the child,
It was slowed by the driver.
He sounded aloud the horn,
But the child did not it care.
The child, in his tattered clothes,
Remained standing mutely there.
He was aping the gesture
Of the driver of the car.
How joyful in his action,
As if he were in the car!
He was moving round his arms
In driving his unreal car.
The driver, taking the side,
Safely steered his real car.
But a truck from the front side
Down the road speedily ran.
The child, in his tattered clothes,
The truck driver knocked and ran.
poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
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Mr. Cab Driver
Mr Cab Driver won't you stop to let me in
Mr Cab Driver don't like my kind of skin
Mr Cab Driver you're never gonna win
Mr Cab Driver won't you stop to pick me up
Mr Cab Driver I might need some help
Mr Cab Driver only thinks about himself
Here we go
Mr Cab Driver
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Let Love Rule
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Death Alley Driver
Rough and ready rider
In a supersonic sound machine
Rock and roll survivor
Chrome pipes between your knees
Running all the red lites
Your gonna make a dead stop
But you just cant see the signs
Oh - youll never win the race
But you cant give up the chase
Death alley driver
Living at high speed
Death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver...who knows what you need
Death alley driver...
One hundred twenty five smokin on the turns
Always on the hit and run
But you never learn...
Running from the man... and youre running
From yourself
Another dirty angel heading straight to hell
Oh - youll never win the race
But you wont give up the chase
Death alley driver...
Live in overdrive...death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver...ride to stay alive
Death alley driver...
Lets go
Red lights in the mirror
Danger on the band
Got to take a detour cause a road blocks up ahead
He takes you on the corner with a wave of his hand
Death is in the back seat of a big old black sedan
Oh - youll never win the race...
As you turn and see his face...
Death alley driver...
Movin for the kill
Death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver...
Time is standing still...
Death alley driver...
Always on the run cause youre a...
Death alley driver
Love the way it feels
Death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver
Hell on wheels...
Death alley driver... ooh -
song performed by by Rainbow
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Cat Carcass
Last Night two storm cats above roof
my two eyeballs were difficult to close
now I 'm very sleepy
Before that night a child cat was hit taxi
in the grandpa house curve
the taxi driver took the cat carcass
it was buried in the corner curve
while he pray to kept away from the bad fate
like the kitten
but I did not know
whether the prayer of the taxi driver had permited
I myself confuse
now the cat child remained one
is sleeping his mother brazz
poem by Prasetya Utama
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I'm an awful driver. I'm not going to lie about it. I'm not a good driver. I tried for a long time to pretend that I was. There's a lot of road rage and a lot of times it's directed at something I've done on the road.
quote by Kristen Bell
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Was I always going to be here? No I was not. I was going to be homeless at one time, a taxi driver, truck driver, or any kind of job that would get me a crust of bread. You never know what's going to happen.
quote by Morgan Freeman
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Easy Driver
Easy driver, shes a wicked rider
Shes smooth and shes skinny and shes probably mean
Easy driver, pull up beside her, roll down the window on this fine machine
Chorus:
(ooh ooh ooh) dont turn away, (ooh ooh ooh) just give me a sign
(ooh ooh ooh) dont be afraid, (ooh ooh) love is so hard to find
Easy driver, get on up beside her, she dont drive like she knows the way
Easy driver, roads getting wider
Theres room to run and she might skate away
Come on back, baby what you say
Chorus
One lane away from love, the story of my life
Could I be good enough for your lonely avenue tonight
Its a lonely avenue tonight
Chorus
Easy driver, shes a wicked rider
Shes smooth and shes skinny and shes probably mean
Easy driver, get on up beside her, roll down the window on this fine machine
Easy driver, oh oh oh oh, easy driver, easy driver, easy driver (easy driver)
Easy driver, easy driver, easy driver, easy driver
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Back Street Driver
Written by ricky & marty wilde
[note: these lyrics are not as accurate as may be expected. they were all deciphered by me, through listening hard to the song. if there are official lyrics out there, let me know.]
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Well here Im going
Im on the road again
Back street driving
I wanna go again
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Anytime you go I get so blue
Anytime I have I wanna spend with you
Hitch a ride I take a train (gotta go)
Any road just means the same (cos you know)
Anyway I wanna get to you
Well the wheels keep turning
Im on the move again
Gotta keep turning
Im really going again
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Im not a back street driver
I gotta let you know
Back street driving
I really wanna go
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
One night we stood beneath the stars
You said the rebels always aint that far
Wrap it up and here I go (gotta go)
Shoot the chance Im ready to roll (cos you know)
Gonna ride on through the night with you
Well here Im going
Im on the road again
Back street driving
I wanna go again
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Im not a back street driver
Im just a back staying driver
Said oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Wrap it up and here I go (gotta go)
Shoot the chance Im ready to roll (cos you know)
Gonna ride on through the night to you
Well here Im going
Im on the road again
Back street driving
I gotta go again
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Im not a back street driver
Im just a back staying driver
Said oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Bus Driver and Bella
Bella used to catch the bus from church gate;
Everyday took same bus which was never late.
Not to miss Bella, driver always reached in time;
Reaching office daily in time, Bella also felt fine.
On seeing her, the driver opened the front door,
She stepped forward smilingly and used to board.
He started feeling joy in heart, never felt before
Cherished in his soul, towards her he was lured.
Whenever not seen her, the driver became sad,
Moved slowly with grave soul feeling the day bad.
Suddenly she stopped coming but he held his time
Reaching the bus stop chanting her names’ rhyme.
When the bus was about to reach that bus stop,
The driver used to see all around but Bella was not.
After a long, Bella was seen standing near the stop
Driver delighted and thought for few words swop.
Driver at once opened front door, asked her to rush.
She too thrown sight and smiled; turned towards bus.
To surprise Bella kept outside and looking at him told
That she had got a car standing near that billboard.
She was waiting for her husband who was nearby,
She wanted perfume for car, he had gone to buy.
They got married a month ago, she was on vacation
Driver put his foot to give bus maximum acceleration.
S.D. Tiwari
email [email protected]
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Who Will Cry?
Who will cry for the little child who goes for days without food?
Who will cry for the little child who parents beat them?
Who will cry for the little child who is mistreated for being different?
Who will cry for the little child who goes unloved?
Who will cry for the little child whose stomach is swelled up?
Who will cry for the little child who doesn't have clothes to wear?
Who will cry for the little child who is shunned for not being popular?
Who will cry for the little child who is molested every night?
Who will cry for the little child who's parents are not around?
Who will cry for the little child who has to take care of his self?
Who will cry?
Will you cry?
Cause I have.
poem by Natasha Ligons
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The power of destiny
When I was but a child
I saw a red tractor,
hit a black boulder
and get jacked right over.
Red dust clouds
rushed into the air
from the spinning wheels,
but the grim reality
of the crushed driver
was there for all to see.
Till this day
the power of destiny,
stays with me.
I wonder if the driver
was late
and drove past that rock,
if it would have happened
at another time and place?
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Vandaled Bus Stop
A vandaled bus stop, a cold wet day,
Bus late, as usual, in the pouring rain.
A huddled crowd, silent in the shelter
Faces as gloomy as the weather.
A child follows the tricking water down,
Body snug in winter clothing, eyes intent
On his finger tracing an imaginary land,
Oblivious of the crowd and the passing time.
A man with a moustache shifts from foot to foot
Impatient, lips tight in a silent angry line.
An old woman stares straight ahead
Apathy stamped hard in her eyes.
Not wise, just old and tired eyes.
The bus comes, tyres swishing on the rain drenched road
Money clangs into the automatic slot
While the bored bus driver punches his button.
The child's mother struggles aboard
Shopping, pushchair, child clinging to her.
No one helps.
The old woman stumbles, not yet seated
Before the bus pulls away with a jerk,
The care less driver careless of his craft.
poem by Paul Anthony
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The youth bus crawls along the same old mountain road
Accidentally he got into the bus at a twilight.
A boy came towards him with a baseball bat.
'Papa this bus stands only for the youth.' he said angrily.
'My son they just cut off my umbilical cord and I am a newborn child.' the old man whispered.
'Let him sit quietly and I guess he is a sick person.' driver passed a remark.
'Yes Mr.Driver you are perfectly correct, we all are patients in this uppish world.' he answered politely.
* Please tell my friend where do they go without any harm?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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You cannot expect the guy who drove the car into the ditch to navigate it out of the ditch. You have to put a new driver in the seat. I'm not saying the new driver is going to be any better, but we need a new driver. Kerry is the only choice.
quote by John Mellencamp
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Give This Child What She Needs
Give this child what she needs
Love
Give this child what she needs
Shelter
Give this child what she needs
Prayers
Give this child what she needs
Some food and water
Give this child what she needs
Good parents
Give this child what she needs
Good manors
Give this child what she needs
A smoke free home
Give this child what she needs
Peace and happiness
Give this child what she needs
To know God
Give this child what she needs
Your guidance
Give this child what she needs
Clothes
Give this child what she needs
Your support
Give this child what she needs
Some family time
Give this child what she needs
A nice bath every day
Give this child what she needs
Some discipline
Give this child what she needs
A warm bed to sleep on
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Mr. Limousine Driver
Hey, mr. limousine driver,
Can i ask you a favor, please?
Let her in my door and don't look back here no more,
I know you can do it with ease.
Although, we're on our way from the show,
And you don't like to get off the track.
Please, mr. chauffeur, let's talk things over,
'cause she says she loves me and that's a fact.
Can you hear what i'm sayin', it's not like i'm prayin',
You know, because you've done it before.
So, why make me wait, please don't hesitate,
Just get back here, and let her in my door.
Hey, mr. limousine driver,
I know you know where it's at.
Too late will be later, you just read your evening paper,
And don't worry 'bout what's goin' on in back.
Hey, mr. limousine driver ...
Hey, mr. limousine driver ...
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Safe Drive
The capability of a driver is depending
Whether the passenger is feeling safe or not
Even though the driver is driving carelessly
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Death Comes To Any Age
There is one story that makes me shudder
And so with care I live each day
It is about a mother and a daughter
Who went to a mall for her birthday.
The mother promised the eight year old
For a cellphone as her requested gift,
Excited to call her Dad, she was told-
As they crossed a street, she ran so swift.
The daughter had crossed ahead and saw
That her mother was left at the other side
And so like a child she ran back although
The lights had changed for the street so wide.
The lights turned to green and it was a 'go'
As all vehicles started to go running
Cars and trucks speeding traffic flow
Not seeing the small child who was just then crossing.
The truck driver saw her but it was too late
The brakes did not have the time to hold
The little girl met her untimely fate
As the truck ran over that eight-year-old.
The hysterical mother went into shock
Seeing her child's brains on the pavement
In grief she almost had a heart attack
Screamed in tears all her anguished lament.
The lesson here that Death teaches us all
One may be eighty or be eight-year-old
But when He chooses to give us a call
With Him, there's no young and there's no old.
This is a true story that happened in our city in front of a big mall. All who witnessed the tragedy were affected by it.
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February 3,2010
Philippines
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Saint Or Death?
i see him coming down the road
in his hand a sickle he holds.
he is dressed in a long black robe
torn and tattered and mighty old.
he is coming with a smile upon his face
his arms outstretched in an unfriendly embrace.
there is blood dripping from his sickle
and for your life, it's not worth a plumb nickel.
she started to scream in horror and dismay.
why are you here? please go away!
HE SAID: i can not leave for i have come for you
to GOD and life, you was untrue.
you turned your back on your family
when they tried to help you the most.
you went to church and denied the HOST.
you claimed that everything in your life was taken away
and to GOD you would not pray.
you stormed out of church with bitterness in your heart
grabbed your bible and tore it apart.
you said that GOD had taken your child
and living was not worth while.
YOU TOLD GOD:
this child of mine was of young age
you took, and put him into his final stage.
WHAT DID MY CHILD DO? WHY DID YOU TAKE HIM AWAY?
he left the house to go and play.
why did'nt you stop the car that ran him down?
the man did'nt live here, he was from out of town.
a hit and run driver is what they said
they still have'nt caught him, of which i dread.
they say he left the country that very day
changed his passport and ran away.
SHE TURNED TO THE GRIM REAPER AND SAID!
so if you come to take me away, with my child i will stay.
HE SAID: the child is in heaven now, sitting up
there with a golden crown.
he is playing with all the boys and girls
who have left this earthly world.
you will not see him, for you have 'DENIED GOD'
and lost the faith that you had
which makes your child very sad.
your heart was once full of compassion
helping others and taking action.
now your heart is as cold as can be.
you won't see your son until you're set free.
look at all the family and friends here on earth
you're still young and you could give birth.
accept the fact that your son is gone
but his memory will linger on.
he is with you every step of the way
and there's a message that he wants to say:
mother! i am happy here! there is no sickness, no hate,
no time, just faith.
all of us children are here with wings
and to us, that's a good thing.
become the person that you was meant to be.
living in peace and harmony.
as the vision of her son dissappeared
a warmth filled her every pore
and the bitterness she had no more.
she told him:
i do not want to go with you.
there are so many things that i have to do.
the LORD is giving me another chance
to bring another life into this world
and that it'll be a baby girl.
so preparations i must make, for i have so much at stake.
are you really the shadow of death?
or just a spirit that was sent for a test.?
he smiled and turned and walked away
but in her mind, he will stay.
poem by Louis Rams
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No One Wants To Listen To Him
Why are those people screaming,
At the driver of the vehicle?
He didn't cause the wheels to fall off.
I thought they hired full time mechanics,
To monitor the safety of it.
'They do have full time mechanics.'
Shouldn't they be the ones found,
To be at fault for the wheels falling off?
That is in 'their' area of expertise.
I would think.
'Yeah. I agree.
However...
Here is the dilemma.
You see...
They were not hired because they were qualified.
They were hired because they had the look,
And the presence of being mechanics.
Now...
Those that actually had qualifications,
Were denied because they knew the driver...
And supported his position as the best driver around.'
Oh?
But still,
It makes no sense to hold the driver responsible.
'That has been the argument of the driver.
And he has been the one,
Trying to keep the passengers together.
To get the mechanics that were hired,
To at least make attempts...
To get them all back on the road.
But no one wanted to listen to him,
To get the vehicle fixed.
And yet...
They want to convince everyone within listening distance,
That the driver is the reason they are in their present predicament.'
Perhaps they have other reasons and motivations to blame him.
'Oh. you mean the obvious? '
What other reason could they have?
And who are those other people,
Welding the wheels to the frame of the vehicle?
They 'look' as if they are foreigners.
'They claim they just arrived from overseas.
On a sightseeing vacation.
And volunteered their services for free.'
Aren't you a bit suspicious about that?
'Who me?
I could care less who does what to who and why.
I don't mind walking to my destinations.
I have things I want to get done and do,
With my life.'
Why are those foreigners winking at you?
'I have no clue.
Maybe they are overhearing our conversation.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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