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This is the Mall

There is a mall in your town
Were people go just to walk around
Wandering here and wandering there
Spending their money without a care

The ways of old are not found here
Save for the seniors who sit and stare
It’s a meeting place for all to be
Mothers with their children running free

And teenagers giggling, as life goes by
Not thinking of tomorrow or the reasons why
Watching children hurry by
Looking for a new toy to catch their eye

Keys jingle and gangel
Thinking of the car parked out in the mangle.
Different shoes go click and clack
Following along on this concrete track

These are the faces that I see
Caught in this concrete sea
Were life rambles by at a steady crawl
In this place called the mall

NK
February 11th 2007

poem by Nick krakana
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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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Concrete Jungle

No sun will shine in my day today
The hich yellow moon won't come out to play
I said darkness has covered my light
And the stage my day into night
Where is the love to be found
Won't someone tell me
Cause life must be somewhere to be found
Instead of concrete jungle
Where the living is harder

Concrete jungle
Man you got to do your best
No chains around my feet
But I'm not free
I know I am bound here in captivity
yeh-I've never known the happiness
I've never known what sweet caress is
Still-I'll be always laughing like a clown
Won't somebody help me 'cause
I've got to pick myself from off the ground
In this ya concrete jungle
I said what do you got for me now
Concrete jungle ah won't you let me be now

song performed by by Bob Marley from Catch A Fire
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War Vets Dream

When he came from Nam he had a plan
That not many people would understand.
To help children see that not all in life
Was destruction and poverty.
With death and bombings all around
All he could hear was the children s sounds.

With tears in their eyes and not understanding why
Why so many bodies on the ground
And not a one making a sound.
All he could see was these faces of despair
Children did not understand and could not care.

These visions of the war would
always stay in his mind
From that day forward till the end of time.
He vowed that he would do all that he can
To help all children and his fellow man.

When you see the ravages of war
And a country torn apart
And its people scattered
Then staying alive is all that matters.

He knew that he could not stop this genocide
But he knew for the future children he had to try.
He wanted to create a place called “children s world”
A safe haven for every boy and girl.

A place where children could be children
And war they would not see.
Where they could be with friends and their families.
A place with a roof over their heads
Hot food and a bed.

He knows with time this dream will come true
“It just depends on people like you.”

poem by Louis Rams
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Concrete Mind

Can I get a pass, from my wrongs?
Will you make me not forget?
Are you like a concrete mind,
That's permanently set?

Concrete mind won't wear out.
For when she has a crack.
She only fills in where it's split.
Your wrongs she'll always track.

I thought I would be honest
Lead a new way of life
To concrete mind this is a weapon
She'll use just like a knife

She'll just use it against you
You'll never live it down
Her life is like a circus
And you're the lonely clown

And when you try to fix
The things that have been broken
Concrete mind will take your wrongs
And use them like a token

Where did I go wrong you'll ask
In each and every way
So if you trip and stumble
Concrete mind will say:

“Go straight to jail,
Do not pass go
Be ashamed
You are so low
Just like scum,
You always rise
All of your truths
To me their lies
You past is now
You'll never change
Forgiveness a word
I find so strange
I will forgive
But not forget
My heart is hard
My mind is set
Show you mercy?
Show you grace?
Go find those things
Another place.
All you give.
I'll simply take.
I'll do this till,
Your will I break”

Concrete mind
Will you soften a bit?
I've tried so hard,
But I want to quit.

Like one step forward
And Ten steps back
You throw me a rope
Without any slack

Concrete mind
Can't you see
From your concrete prison
I can't break free

So concrete mind
I ask one last time
Will I ever pay the price
For my past crimes

Your concrete heart
Your concrete mind
Won't let me leave
My past behind

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Ten Thousand Women

I was going out with the boys
The boat was loaded with our fishing toys
My baby steps out, slips her high heels on
She is going to town says I'm coming along

I say, Now honey, honey now please
I've been planning this trip at least for a week
She says, I don't care, now get in the car
With a few choice words she chews on my heart

I say, Now honey, you don't have to be cruel
You the light of my life, you know I love you
So I get in the car and we are on our way
She turns and smiles and says, New Mall opens today!

I thought to myself, Man, I got to get out!
If we get to that Mall there will be no fishing now!
I guess I hesitated, I waited to late
Next thing you know we were at the front gate

All across the parking lot the place was full
Every woman in town had showed up too
I said, Now honey, but she smiles and grins
Grabs me by the hand starts dragging me in

You ever hear ten thousand women in one Mall
You can talk all you want it won't matter at all
No I didn't go fishing still despite it all
I'm still stuck here and lost in this stupid Mall!

poem by Bill Simmons
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Mothers always find ways to fit in the work - but then when you're working, you feel that you should be spending time with your children and then when you're with your children, you're thinking about working.

quote by Alice Hoffman
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A Place To Sit

Smoochers and snoggers, and resting joggers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Ramblers and walkers, and street hawkers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Mini’s and Roller’s, and lady strollers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Old folk and young folk, and dogs with no folk
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Market traders and cavers, and money savers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Children that play who meet everyday
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Students and teachers, and lay preachers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Loose women and boys the ‘for sale’ toys
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Addicts and dealers, and police squealers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Dogs out for a pee who can’t find a tree
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Drunks in the night who like to fight
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Spray painters and doodlers, and bench abusers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.

Vandals and hooligans, and booted ruffians
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Demolishers and breakers, and obliterators
never stopped until they destroyed this concrete bench.

poem by Orlando Belo
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Concrete Girl

Bleeding thoughts.
Cracking boulder.
Don't fall over.
Fake your laughter.
Burn the tear.
Sing it louder.
Twist and shout.
Way up here,
We stand on shoulders,
Growing colder.
Laugh or cry.
I won't mind.
Sing it louder.
Twist and shout.
Immovable shadows.
The concrete girl.
They'll rock your world to nothing.
And they're swimming around again, again.
And they're swimming around
The concrete girl.
Catch your breath like a four-leaf clover.
Hand it over.
Scream to no one.
Take your time.
Sing it louder.
Twist and shout.
Nothing to run from is worse than something,
And all your fears of nothing.
And they're swimming around again, again.
And they're swimming around
The concrete girl.
Concrete girl, don't fall down
In this broken world around you.
Concrete girl, don't fall down.
Don't fall down, my concrete girl.
Don't stop thinking.
Don't stop feeling now.
One step away from where we were,
And one step back to nothing.
And we're standing on top of our hopes and fears,
And we're fighting for words now, concrete girl.
And we're swimming around again, again.
And we're swimming around now,
Concrete girl.
Concrete girl, don't fall down in this broken world around you.
Concrete girl, don't fall down.
Don't fall down, my concrete girl.
Concrete girl, don't fall down in this concrete world around you.
Concrete girl, don't fall down.
Don't break down, my concrete girl.

song performed by by Switchfoot
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Fond And Happy Memories

In the middle of February they always came to Annagloor
And parked their horse drawn vans by the by road the travelling Irish poor
They came for the March horse fair in Millstreet Town horses they bought and sold
And a beautiful Pinto to them was a horse worth more than gold.

The coldest part of the Winter is in mid February
And a cold wind blew across the sky in temperatures low as minus 3
Their horses they did not tether on the by road they ranged free
And though that was close to fity years ago those memories remain with me.

And though many Seasons have come and gone since then the memories remain evergreen
Around their camp fire they drunk their illicit booze the stuff known as poteen
And the accordionist played the old tunes and with him they sang along
And they were bound through their cultural links to music dance and song.

Their ancestors were the dispossessed that Cromwells's army had put on the road
That led them to the wandering life of the 'no fixed abode'
Their mothers gave them life in their horse drawn vans and in their horse drawn vans they died
And from birth till death they roamed around the Irish countryside

Outcasts in their own country and homeless and downtrod
But through their music dance and song linked to a greater God
And though they too had their human frailties so too don't we one and all
And fond and happy memories of them I can recall.

Their children and grand children don't live in a horse drawn van
For the late fifties brought great changes to the lives of the wandering clan
Yet by the by road at Annagloor around their camp fire in the moonlight
I still can hear them singing on a cold and frosty night.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Concrete Forest

Gang banging
Street banging
Concrete Forest—

People dying
Children crying
Bullets flying
No remorse for the fallen—

Crack smoking
Prostitute selling
Cops stinging
Benefactors of trouble times—

Blood
Guts—inside body parts
Cultivate the Concrete Forest—

I see a mother kneeling
A priest praying
A child victimize—a father convicted
All within the Concrete Forest—

Sirens blowing
Lights flashing
Someone else dying
In the Concrete Forest—

Mercy on us
Compassion for us
Deliver us
From the Concrete Forest—

Restore our hope
Destroy the trepidation
Breathe life back into Concrete Forest—

It is time to go
My time is gone
My nightmares—relinquished
Within the Concrete Forest—

No more worrisome days
No more stressful nights
Freedom has come to me
In the Concrete Forest—

My freedom is now
Your comes later
But, not in this Concrete Forest—

Written by
Gregory E Upshaw

poem by Gregory Upshaw
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Fancy Shoes

click, clack
scraping and scuffing
click, clack
plastic heels on
parking lot

playing dress up
mommy lets me wear
them shopping

click, clack
it's a long walk
from the car

poem by Donald Fredette
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Dead Man's Rope

A million footsteps, this left foot drags behind my right
But I keep walking, from daybreak 'til the falling night
And as days turn into weeks and years
And years turn into lifetimes
I just keep walking, like I've been walking for a thousand years
Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
If you're walking to escape, to escape from your affliction
You'd be walking in a great circle, a circle of addiction
Did you ever wonder what you'd been carrying since the world was black?
You see yourself in a looking glass with a tombstone on your back
Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
Walk away in anger, walk away in pain
Walk away from life itself, walk into the rain
All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain of forgiveness
I'm just hanging here in space
Now I'm suspended between my darkest fears and dearest hope
Yes I've been walking, now I'm hanging from a dead man's rope
With Hell below me, and Heaven in the sky above
I've been walking, I've been walking away from Jesus' love
Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
Walk away in anger, walk away in pain
Walk away from life itself, walk into the rain
All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain of forgiveness
I'm just hanging here in space
The shadows fall
Around my bed
When the hand of an angel,
The hand of an angel is reaching down above my head
All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain

song performed by by Sting
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Baby Universal

Baby baby baby baby baby giving in
Baby cant baby talk baby well baby thinking baby walk baby lost baby found
Baby beauty baby cant baby talking baby girl baby thinking baby well baby lost baby found baby giving in baby cant baby talk baby girl baby thinking baby walk baby lost baby found
Now that he has no sense of destination
Now hes running for the love of speed
When the child goes bad its no cause for celebration
Like jimmy dean he dont talk back to me
Failures as fathers, mothers to chaos
No baby no baby no baby no
Hello humans can you feel me thinking
I asume youre seeing everything Im thinking
Hello humans nothing starts tomorrow
Im the baby now
Baby universe, baby universe baby universal
A speck of dust has settled in my eyes
It doesent matter Ive seen everything anyway
Failures as fathers, mothers to chaos
No baby no baby no baby no
Hello humans can you feel me thinking
I asume youre seeing everything Im thinking
Hello humans nothing starts tomorrow
Im the baby now
Baby universe, baby universe baby universal

song performed by by David Bowie
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Two toddlers in the municipal park

(in answer to Elisabeth Eybers)

Naked next to each other
two black toddlers are left

with a wormed small maleness
and a exposed female groove
and with wiggling legs they walk on

to where the canal of a dilapidated stream meanders
and where at time ducks or swans may have been,
there now are only empty concrete furrows,

as if a dark power holds the park, the town, the country,
the whole continent in its gigantic claws
and everything is declining,
is being broken down into pieces on a gigantic rubbish pile

and they look at a blue headed lizard
that lies and baking in the sun
and stare inquisitive at a few rock-lizards
that crawl one after the other from their trenches,
like soldiers with coordinated movements

and when a snake appears suddenly,
they look at it in wonder
when it strikes at both the lizards
before it devours them

and she - the small girl- grabs tightly onto the boy's hand
to draw him still nearer to the vermin
that perceives them both and rocks hissing back
and looks at the two with deadly seriousness
and with desperate power the boy jerks her back,
away from the thing that he perceives as danger

before they both burst out in tears
and run back with wiggling legs
to the shadow of a tree
where mom and dad lies stretched out on a blanket
next to two empty brandy bottles
that gleams in the bright sunlight

and beyond the stonewall of the park
an expensive German car passes,
are followed by two pickup trucks
and a horde of minibus taxis
are parked next to the municipal park,
with music blaring deafening
and a group of teenagers climb out of one

and he wants to walk into that direction
as a member of the collective wildness
but she is caught by his strange small snake
that rocks to and fro with each step that he takes

and when the teenagers become aware of the children
it appears as if they have far too much interest in them
and maybe it's the last day of danger,
or maybe some captured childhood days

and they may be molested
somewhere next to the road,
be disfigured, cut up,
for witchdoctor medicinal use
and thrown out of a taxi-buss

or it may only be amusing
to see two stark naked children.

The snake returns well-fed
to the hole from where it comes,
and the two toddlers are astonished
by one of the teenagers
who hides beyond a mask.

[Reference: "Twee kleuters in die vondelpark" (Two children in the wander park) by Elisabeth Eybers.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Nalan 2.07 Family Scattered

Go to Vimarasan City

“Oh my dear, listen
Take the two children
To your father’s place.
You can live in peace.”

“For them, it’ll be difficult
To cross the hot dessert.
So, you go with them
And take care of them.”

Like this, the tired Nalan
In the interest of the children
Tried to convince Dhamayanthi,
Who heard it reluctantly.

Difficult to get a lover

She said, “It’s easy to beget
Children, as many as we want,
But it’s difficult to get
A lover of your might.”

Tears flowed in her eyes,
When she said like this.
She was very much upset,
And didn’t like to depart.

Person with no children

“Dhamayanthi! Listen,
A person with no children,
Will never go to heaven,
So, take care of our children.”

Is there one?

“Wealth, one may have,
Or, fame, he may have.
If he has no children
His life is empty then.”

What is the use?

“A person may learn,
All the scriptures even,
Yet, without children,
His life is a waste then.”

Let us go

“She said, “You’ve lost,
Everything to the last,
Let us go to our father
And comfortably live there.”

It is a shameful act

He said, “It’s like begging
Rich people, for our living.
Having lost our wealth
It’ll be an act of filth.”

Not a man, but madman

“A king begging another king
Is it not an unworthy thing?
He’s not a man, but madman
If he does it like a cheap person. “

Send children

She told, “If it’s so,
Let the children go,
And stay with my father,
For their good future.”

Why separate us?

Children tried to impress,
“Why do you send us
To another distant place.
Please don’t separate us.”

She was sad

When the children cried,
She was very much sad.
She hugged them closely
As a mother cried loudly.

Life was taken

A Brahmin led the children,
To the palace of Vimarasan,
While their parents cried,
In their duty, having failed.

Heart broken

With a broken heart,
Behind them Nalan went,
For some distance,
Till their disappearance.

He did not talk to her,
And silently stood there.
Was his fate, the main one,
Or his act caused his ruin?

Thinking and thinking,
He kept on worrying,
His mind became blank,
And he became sick.

poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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It's Time For You Escape

in concrete houses
in concrete silence

nobody can not hear
your call

concrete houses are
sinking more than once

in the wine
when the clocks

are hitting
at the morning hour

concrete hearts
being getting cold

are slowly undergoing
the life

although it this way aches
escape ahead of yourself

nobody will catch up
with you

and even behind you
nobody will dropp tear

you will rescue yourself
escape - already time

poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
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Ring Wandering

Wandering,
Ring wandering,
Round and round,
Until I'm found

I search and
lose myself,
eventually fading
out

Swirling the milk
with a spoon,
sooner or later
it's all blended
in a single cup

I'm lost but
I'm here
The place I stand
Is it my identity?

Wandering,
Ring Wandering,
Round and round,
Until I'm found

poem by Invalid Files
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God Help The Children

the abused
the battered
the beaten
the molested
the raped
the murdered.
I see them daily
in the newspapers
on the tv screen
in the streets
innocent faced and pure
stained by the sins of their elders.
This is not what life promised them.

Cover their faces
place their tiny bodies
in tiny coffins
bury them in tiny graves
while their mothers weep.

We should all be weeping
Do not blame only their abusers
the ones who beat them
molested them
raped them
tortured them
killed them.

Blame us all.
A country that cannot look after its children
has no right to call itself free.
God save the children-
God save us all.

poem by Gillian Commerford
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On The Side Of Utility

beside those silver railings
you stop to display your wares

nice looking indeed
on white cloth
skin behind
lust wanting to jump out
into the
open

the mall is crowded
with too many people
your eyes caught mine
you know how is it to trap
and perhaps
wait

i stare at you and then i close my eyes
i am imagining what is happening to me

what can 15 or so minutes do to my
entire life?

shall it ruin the palace that i built for
years?
shall that beautiful facade turn into mud?

i wake up from this stupor
and then i walk away
i turn around
to check if love is there
on the side of the silver railings
of the crowded mall

and then
you too are gone

we are simple mist in the garden
of leaves
that even without light
we dissolve
because we have decided
to be false.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Changed Here?

except for the new landmarks
the erased bank of the
river, a new route
a new name of the street
another mayor of this town
and a few of his
selected council, a new market
cemented roads, and
a purple colored mall,
new faces of children
a set of migrants,

nothing really changed here
the town still bears the mark of torture
silenced screams, disappearing souls
still seeking the hall of justice,
bodies in pain, faces shrinking,
disfigured bones
unaccounted names of children
used for the choked revolution

these matters still hold the truth
in both hands, they still exist and hound
and howl
and haunt us.