Ofcourse Mom You Can Do............
A mother has so many things to do
from washing, ironing, cleaning and tying a shoe
she scrubs she mends she cooks and sews
she can reapir anything and make it new
ofcourse, thats what a mom can do
she becomes a docter when any one is ill
applying a bandage or giving them a pill
she tends her family with love, care and patience too
ofcourse, thats what a mom can do
she keeps to smile after working so much
everything completes by her final touch
you face so many problems but u share only few
ofcourse, that is what a mom can do
no one knows me as you knew
no one can care me as you can do
ofcourse, thats what a mom can do
but all we can do is just thank you...........
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A Young Mans Dream
When I was barely a teen
I heard a rock-n-roll singer sing,
Something about a sweet and fast little thing -
Said she was the finest thing he'd ever seen
A real smooth movin' machine,
Prettier than a silver-dream -
Said she was oh so right
Both day and night,
And well worth a fight -
I listened close, ears wide open
Found myself longing and hoping,
My heart beat really stroking -
I was so young way back then
Couldn't truly comprehend
This wonder that really moves most men -
But ofcourse I grew
And became a young man too,
Learned my lessons, paid my dues -
Then came that incredible day
When desire fulfilled came my way...
Boys listen, for I am here to say:
No price is too high, no distance too far,
To find and to have that beautiful star -
No, I'm not talkin' 'bout a woman...
My first love, was ofcourse a car!
poem by Smoky Hoss
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If I have to do something, I feel I should do it perfectly, and ofcourse, Hindi language is a problem.
Dad
- If there was a way - something I could maybe say -
If I could only see him here, once again;
Hear his grand laugh - see his comforting grin -
God, I know I should've been there more -
So much now I want to ask... things I truly need him for;
Oh, but then I was always too busy running -
I suppose I'm running, from myself, still.
Ofcourse it's all now in the setting sun -
He has gone on ahead... crossed over the hill, and finished his run;
Yet, I do believe, someday, by the grace of God,
I too shall ride that final trail
When death gives me the last nod -
Then at long last we again shall meet face to face
With a wonderful embrace.
But, until that destined time
I pray I find
A way to be, when it's all said and done,
A better father, than I ever was a son.
I love you Dad -
I think about you every day -
I miss you more
Than I can ever find words to say.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Treat Your Woman Right
It saddens me to see
how some men treat their woman so unfair
they neglect them completely
as if they didn't care
while she's waiting at home
they're out having an affair
believing all his lies
she is totally unaware
Some men expect their woman
to do everything they say
if something is not done right
their temper flares up right away
some think they have the right to dominate
a woman is not your slave
she's your partner, your lover, your mate
She will make mistakes ofcourse
she's only human you know
no need to yell, hit or curse
patience and understanding
is the way to go
some men use their woman only for pleasure
no regard about how they feel whatsoever
some men enjoy making their woman feel like dirt
they never take the time to see what she is really worth
Some men take their woman for granted
making her feel neglected and rejected
left out and not being wanted
some men never tell their woman
how beautiful she looks
Nor appreciate the little things she does
Or compliment her on how well she cooks
some men never make their woman feel special
like she is the one and only
they don't spend quality time
so she won't get lonely
Make your woman happy
don't make her cry
learn to value the water
before the well runs dry
hold on to her really tight
don't let her slip away
it doesn't hurt to treat your woman right
'I love you' would be a nice thing to say
poem by Paul Adolphus
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Yeah, but on the U.S Tour we threw a new song into the set almost every night. Ofcourse, you can't do too many new songs every night as they've never heard it.
quote by Glenn Tipton
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I need a Blessing,
I need a Blessing,
I need a Blessing,
It Heal's me,
Ofcourse the Change is Dynamic,
Let it all Change with these Volition's.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Star Love is Never INSANE,
Star Love is never INSANE,
Star Love is never INSANE,
Ofcourse Holding the Grounds of LOVE.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Beauty composure,
Beauty composure,
Beauty composure,
Then there is beauty,
I see it with a breathe,
This is the hardship,
That without a Beauty then there is no Understanding,
See the simple Truth's,
That the composure was Unfeigned,
Let me see the understanding is not petty,
Ofcourse International,
Observing all Intellect's,
There is the level of a Beauty that composed life and love,
God is love and His love will never make us fail,
Either way,
Beauty composure is the Melodrama.
poem by Abdul Karim
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Escape The Fate
Life has given us all a task
and weather or not we choose to accept it
confurms weather we live or die.
We have no other option
unless, ofcourse, we choose to take our life ourself
But either way, we are still going to die
but perhaps picking the choice of dieing would be the smartest thing to do
because we are only going to be here for so long anyway
poem by BrandiNicole Colbath
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The(Her) Curse
Modesty outraged
perpetrators unmindful of pain
flame fighting to sustain.
None cares ofcourse
media demanding action
soon to be in oblivion.
Culprits roaming free
a goat bleats hoarse
law taking its own course
Victim curses the God,
“ be a girl incarnate
bear the cross, curse fate.”
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Supposing Tomorrow
Whenever I think of the supposing tomorrow
I think of a day without pain and sorrow
Where all bright ray and sunshine
Will appear as all yours and mines
Where all the skies will be free of clouds
And all men's heart will be free of doubts
And every one will be given the share
Of joy and sorrow, smile and tear
And there I wish in the supposing tomorrow
Everyone will be ready to lend and borrow
the flowers of the blooming smile
And fains new ways and bright styles
Where no one will be left alone to sigh
Or fight with sorrow's place taht're high
And no one will be forced to lay
Sorrow's brick one by one with the hay
And I wish I can live taht long
So I can also recieve with song
The day when there'll be no pain and sorrow
Yes ofcourse I'm talking of the supposing tomorrow.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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The End
'Its not you, its me'
No, this is not enough
To throw my heart so cruel
Must have not been that tough.
'We should move on'
Ofcourse, because the funs all over
What you wanted, you're done
So why now be lovers?
'You deserve someone better'
Why dont let me catch your pal
I know he aint a quitter
Why you jealous seeing us curl?
'We still could be friends'
Are you expecting any benefits?
Could you even be pity
I've just had a rough kick.
'You're a good girl'
You make me doubt that now
How you left this good girl
Has made my faiths bow.
'I really had a fun time'
I wish I could ever explain
All those funs, all those times
Baby, that was my love blamed.....
poem by Jaya Mishra
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Plays & Scenes
You are an actor
Your work is beautiful
With your plays & scenes
You always know what to do
You play many characters
You play happy
You play sad
You play mean
You play yourself
Masks fade away unless they are waterproof(In this case they're not)
Your tools are tears
Your tools are faces
Your tools are glasses
Your tools are smiles and Moustaches
Lights, camera, action.
Scene 1: Laughter fills the air
You're being a goof
Laughing it up in class
Who would ever expect you of being sad
Nobody ofcourse
You are a genius
You fool everyone
That is everyone but yourself
Scene 2: You go into your room and scream into your pillow
You let out a wail
You're holding the pillow so tightly to your face
You feel as though you are sophocating
Angry words flash through your head
'I hate you! I wish you were dead! '
You feel no one cares
Understandable.
Yes or no?
Scene 3: Get out of the way
I never liked you
I never will! you exclaim
When will you wake up
I'm leaving and I'm never coming back!
You feel anger
I guess being mean
I know you don't want to admit it
But it's the truth
Scene 4: I'm loved by the people I love
I'm cared about by the people I care about
I love The Strokes & drawing pictures by hand(I'm not a cheater, sometimes)
I try my hardest & try not to give up
I never want to be alone but it is an issue I face
I cry a lot due to my issues
But I really don't care what people think
Yourself is me.
And even though I hate myself sometimes
I love being me
So, I'm not going anywhere yet.
poem by Kamilla Davila
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The Dearest Daughter Of Mother India
The dearest daughter of Mother India
You are the queen of inimitable stature
None can describe your real feature
You led a holy fight
Against the British might
You are known for your incomparable valour
And have reached heavenly parlour
The noblest daughter of mother India
A horror and terror to the wicked East India
You rode on a white horse
None could stop your force
you were the divine source
your sword was resplendent ofcourse
You are invincible in warfare
For your life you did never care
The woman of Golden will
And have stood on the Renown hill
You are a true Indian woman
A pious daughter and a chaste wife
And sacrificed your life
To remove the people’s strife
You are a perennial source of inspiration
Mother India embrace your patriotic vision
I always remember your divine name
And fix your photo in my heart with a golden frame
poem by Venkata Lakshmi Narasimharao
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On the Way.
(- what follows is a true story. more a story than a poem. yet, one I have so wanted for so long to tell... -)
On the way
Southbound far into Texas.
It's a long stretch of asphalt,
When the night is late, and so dark
Out on highway 277, moving
From Sonora to Del Rio... and points further south.
Not another soul about,
Just me, my old truck, and the stars.
It's quiet
- and lonely -
Headed down old Mexico way...
Pass a car sitting on the side
- broke down I'm sure -
A coyote with fear and hunger in its eyes
Runs across the road, right in front of me.
Then, a mile or so up, I see him, walking,
Gas can in hand.
I stop, open the door and holler:
' need a lift? '
He simply says: ' gracias ' and climbs aboard.
I pull back out onto the empty road,
Start a conversation,
He smiles, and with very broken English
Does his best to respond.
It takes a spell but I soon understand
He is on his way to Mexico too,
- it is the old homeland for him -
His car ran out of gas,
And most important of all
His wife who is pregnant awaits his return...
in the car!
I offer to go back to get her.
He softly says no... he must get the gas.
The way he speaks, the way he moves,
Lends me to know, this is a gentle, hard-working man
- with a heart as big, and old, as all of Mexico -
More difficult conversation follows,
But, it is so well worth the effort;
I can't say quite why
But I have quickly grown to like and respect this good, simple man
- as if an amigo I've known from old -
He came north to find work,
Provide for his family.
I went south for rest,
And to find meaning.
But, things never work out exactly as planned.
They decided it important to have their nino
- so soon due -
In Mexico, among family, grandparents and such
- this is ofcourse as it should be -
They have little money,
And no friends up here;
If only they can make it back
To Old-Mexico.
Together, me and my new found friend,
Drive deep into the night,
Not once seeing another car.
It's a long, desolate way to a town
With an open gas station.
I am glad for the company of such an honest soul.
He is glad for the ride.
Twice along the journey we see a falling star
- 'good medicine' my red brothers would say -
One for him, and one for me.
Finally a station with lights aglow comes into view.
As we stop, he offers me a dollar
From the small stash of bills he has waded up in his pocket.
I ofcourse refuse,
And offer him much more in return
- ' a gift for the new baby ' I happily say -
or, gas money to get you home.
He smiles, sincerely thanks me,
And gently, proudly refuses.
- I wish he'd take it, I so want to give it -
I tell him I'll wait
And give him a ride back;
I think he feels he has burdened me too much already;
Ofcourse he has not at all,
This ride has been as much for me,
As for him
- God knows -
But, he insists someone here will give him a return ride.
I cannot change his resolute mind.
So, I wish him all the best,
Feeling I should say, and do,
Something more...
But I don't know what;
We shake hands
- and for just a brief moment of grace
we are hermanos, brothers of light in a dark world -
He closes the door.
Turns, with can in hand,
And slowly walks away...
On his own way, back to Old-Mexico.
I pull out onto the road.
The trip is now lonlier than ever.
In my own way, I too
Am on the way,
Back home
- to an old country, where I belong -
It's been nearly 30 years now,
I think of him often.
I wonder if he ever recalls me at all.
I wish I'd have gotten his name
...so I knew who to pray for...
I wish he'd have taken the money
...so his wife would have had enough to eat...
I wish I'd have given him the ride back
...so I knew they were safe...
I wonder how they are.
Did he find work?
Did he get caught up in revolution?
Is he still alive?
Was their child a boy or a girl?
- now a man or a woman -
I'm certain I shall never see him again,
in this world,
Yet, what if someday, by some great chance,
His child and my child should cross paths... along the way,
Fully unaware of the history of it all?
What if somewhere
On a lonley, dark desert night
His child gives my child a ride;
A ride that perhaps
- in ways unknown to any of us -
Saves them... saves us all...
What a deep mystery life is.
Could it possibly be
That every little deed we do,
On our way through,
To wherever it is we go,
Matters in ways
We may never, here, know?
- may we all find the Way,
on our way -
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Crazy Crush! !
Wht a crazy crush
I know u can't b mine
Nor I can b urs
We never mingled the love
But my heart misses a thing
Turning my happiness to mourning
U r on my mind
Drilling my heart away
Wht a crazy crush
U were nevr my ideal
Nor my love
Messd up with u wrongly
Datsy I know the bitter fact
We r not made for each other
But my heart misses a thing
thats a thought of u
Reminding the deep touch to my soul
Messd up wrongly ofcourse
Wht a crazy crush
poem by Somia Race
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Untrammeled
Human dreams,
like the stars
in a dark sky,
hang there burning...
beyond reach.
Perhaps, already long gone.
We are want to ask of life,
Why?
But life does not answer.
Perhaps, it has no ears;
or no voice.
Perhaps, we are the
voice.
Perhaps, we
are not listening.
Tis the one true condition;
to be human is to understand,
not everything is obtainable...
Alone.
This may just be the only thing
that surprises God.
To be human,
is to fail... often.
Which ofcourse means,
that we keep trying.
One wonders...
Why?
poem by Smoky Hoss
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If i died tomorrow
if i died tomorrow
would you be hit by the sorrow
would you just shrug your shoulders
record my death and stick it in some folders
because if i die the world will continue
but not just for the others including you
but also for tom dick and harry
and even for that man standing on his larry
ofcourse i would be missed by some
not to see that would be dumb
but looking back at the times ive had
my life has not been that bad
so if i died tomorrow
nothing more i would borrow
another breath i would not take
so listen to me for goodness sake
i dont regret my life
even if it has been a bit of a strife
and if i dont regret it
not even one little bit
then why should u care if i die
why should you even let out a sigh
you should care because i am dead inside
because i have made people crie
i have cause accidents and solved some
and cause people to become scum
i made people swear and curse
and caused myself a increadible thirst
ive caused fights between friends
when the solution was just round the bend
ive lost friends and gained new ones
and caused people to hold there tongues
yes ive caused many incidents
and ive never made a mint
my problems are nothing to be proud off
some may say they made me soft
but i am what i am
an what you think of me i dont give a damn
because if i died tomorrow
then everyone i know would feel sorrow
poem by Daniel Laurence
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Snapshot of Rimbaud
You are ofcourse on the go somehow
but with the strangeness of stilled life,
white, dressed as in orderlies cloth.
Imagine this faded album-leaf,
mildewed, sunk in chrome light as some
collected piece heaped in archives
and after the many elopements
of yourself, as unfazed as a
pilfered day, there are no left-offs;
fingers and imprints.Run train,
sweat the blazing steel and steam
the inexorable formalities.
2009 revised
poem by Lelio S Shirra
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Dreamgirl
I would dig a hole all the way to china
Unless ofcourse if i was there
then i would dig my way home
if by digging i could steal the wind from the wind from the sails of the greedy men who rule the world
still, you are my best freind
and after a good good drunk
you and me wake up and make love
after a deep sleep where i was dreaming...
Dreamgirl
I was feeling like a creep
as i watched you asleep
face down in the grass in the park in the middle of a hot afternoon
your top was untied and i thought how nice it would be to follow the sweat down your spine
you're like my best freind
after a good good drunk
you and me wake up and make love
after a deep sleep where i was dreaming...
Dreamgirl
Caught by a wave, my back to the ocean
it knocks me off my feet and
just as i find my footing
here you come again, dreamgirl
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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