A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts.
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A happy childhood... is the worst possible preparation for life.
quote by Kinky Friedman
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I don't remember the first half of my life. All I say is a happy childhood is the worst possible preparation for life.
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Contacts
Their must be some contacts for virus to Infect.
There must be some contacts for love to Infect.
Despite contacts there could be escapes. Don’t suspect.
25.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Childhood Garden
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
flying high
with the little lies
the grass fine
up in the sky my kite
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
now in the past
i now know that it can never last
now as i get taller
it was differnt when i was smaller
my childhood garden
poem by Danielle Eager
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I'm a big believer in the fact that life is about preparation, preparation, preparation.
quote by Johnnie Cochran
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The rise and thefall of charm
Adequacy of contacts brings one
To love a tune or a queen.
Redundancy of contacts sends one
Well 3to abandon them soon.
28.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lovers Are Cute
Nearness offers contacts
Contacts provide attachments
Attachments cause sexual love.
Lovers look cute to each other.
(05.02.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Final race
When you gain adulthood there comes real stage
You get to know many things coming of an age
You may love to make frequent contacts
Mingle with friends and try desperately to ignore facts
You come to know of grater responsibility
When hold a hand of female and demonstrate ability
That speaks of firm commitment and promises
Thousands of assurances with not single misses
At initial contacts you compromise some of the stands
That can be forgiven as happening between good friends
But when reassure of future tie up and whole of burden
You readily agree for everything and no idea strikes all of sudden
It is almost mirage and based on illusory things
It may turn soar, happy or any kind of things
You may argue in favor of going ahead
Provide clear way and distinct lead
Life is meant to struggle and endure
You may sometimes not find peace in entire tenure
Life may turn cruel and unending difficulties
But that does not relieve you from any of the responsibilities
You learn to live and stubbornly offer
You have all the preparation for final coffer
You are such an ideal for any eventuality
This fine blend quality makes you to prove ability
Only cowards may end the life in haste
The may not come at all or come very late
Yet it makes no difference for on going struggle
You may go on tackling and facing all troubles
Life may seem to be High Mountain
You may struggle hard to contain
Even though you may remain money less
You will definitely win the final race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Success depends upon previous preparation, and without such preparation there is sure to be failure.
Poor Happy Jimmy
(tribute to jim croce)
Give him a soft guitar to play what he choose
He aint got no fancy chords
Only got his blues
Poor happy jimmy
I didnt know him very well but he was with me
And I wont take a dime just to make it rhyme
Cause I cried and cried the day he died
Poor happy jimmy
Give him sweet melodies he sing with all he has
He got a funky paraphrase
It sound like good time jazz
Poor happy jimmy
I didnt know him very well but he was with me
And I wont put the blame on the aeroplane
But I boo-hood on the day he flew
Poor happy jimmy
I wonder why
That I cant forget all the things you said about your life and times
You set a spell inside
Oh james your soft guitar it make me feel to cry
The sole consolation is
A good man never dies
God bless you jimmy
I love you with all my heart so deep within me
And you wont see the end of your lonely friend
Cause Ill pray and pray for you every day
Poor happy jimmy
Poor happy jimmy ....
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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It is a grave matter to enter a war, without adequate military preparation; it may prove fatal to come into peace, without moral and religious preparation.
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Childhood lost
Lost was my childhood.
Taken from around me from bastards who hurt me.
They were happy playing their games.
Maybe becuase it gave them fame.
All it gave me was pain.
My childhood was lost.
It was taken from me by bastards like you.
As A little girl I was always angry the teachers would say.
If only they knew the truth.
If only they knew why I had so much anger.
It was becuase my childhood was being taken from me.
I never could trust people well after that 9 times.
I hate all of you 5 bastards.
You stole my childhood.
Now later on as I grow older.
It affects me still.
I'm still angry.
My anger has never gone away.
All becuase my childhood was lost too you
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Author's Early Life
I will write a sketch of my early life,
It will be of childhood day,
And all who chance to read it,
No criticism, pray.
My childhood days were happy,
And it fills my heart with woe,
To muse o'er the days that have passed by
And the scenes of long ago.
In the days of my early childhood,
Kent county was quite wild,
Especially the towns I lived in
When I was a little child.
I will not speak of my birthplace,
For if you will only look
O'er the little poem, My Childhood Days,
That is in this little book.
I am not ashamed of my birthright,
Though it was of poor estate,
Many a poor person in our land
Has risen to be great.
My parents were poor, I know, kind friends,
But that is no disgrace;
They were honorable and respected
Throughout my native place.
My mother was an invalid,
And was for many a year,
And I being the eldest daughter
Her life I had to cheer.
I had two little sisters,
And a brother which made three,
And dear mother being sickly,
Their care it fell on me.
My parents moved to Algoma
Near twenty-three years ago,
And bought one hundred acres of land,
That's a good sized farm you know.
It was then a wilderness,
With tall forest trees abound,
And it was four miles from a village,
Or any other town.
And it was two miles from a schoolhouse,
That's the distance I had to go,
And how many times I traveled
Through summer suns and winter snow.
How well do I remember
Going to school many a morn,
Both in summer and in winter,
Through many a heavy storm.
My heart was gay and happy,
This was ever in my mind,
There is better times a coming,
And I hope some day to find
Myself capable of composing.
It was by heart's delight,
To compose on a sentimental subject
If it came in my mind just right.
If I went to school half the time,
It was all that I could do;
It seems very strange to me sometimes,
And it may seem strange to you.
It was natural for me to compose,
And put words into rhyme,
And the success of my first work
Is this little song book of mine.
My childhood days have passed and gone,
And it fills my heart with pain
To think that youth will nevermore
Return to me again.
And now kind friends, what I have wrote,
I hope you will pass o'er,
And not criticise as some have done,
Hitherto herebefore.
poem by Julia A Moore
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Stigmata
My Lord Jesus, the human God I can touch,
poor shepherd who looked after us.
You were crucified by our human brotherhood.
Your innocent blood stain
do the puritans can wash
and clean their hands ever?
You climbed the mountain Golgotha
with the heavy cross,
if I were there my Lord
definitely I could have given my shoulder.
I am carrying my cross since childhood
and I realized the heaviness.
I meet sometimes Judas with his thick curved mustache
but still I am anxiously searching my dear Lord in this carnage.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Lost times
How come we are worlds apart
How come we have lost
happy memories of past
Golden times we’ve tossed
How I miss the times we’ve had
Sometimes I see it clear
Childhood pictures in my mind
but fading year by year
Where are you now, my childhood friend
Will I see you soon, will we ever mend
our friendship bond
I found the pictures that we took
Looked so happy then
Young and full of hope and chance
Will we feel that again
Sand ran down the hourglass
faster than I thought
Now I think about the past
Times that I forgot
But will we meet again, my childhood friend
Let’s begin again, can we ever mend
our friendship bond
poem by A. V. Asreg
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Len Webster's 'Childhood Is...
Childhood Is
when the world to come
is an adventure to be met
Childhood Is
running and hiding
peeking around blind corners
hoping you have been followed
Childhood Is
ducking and diving
dreaming of being in the best
football team in the world
and scoring the winning goal
in the Cup FInal
Childhood Is
being the perfect person
(or not being caught out
when you're not being
the perfect person)
Childhood Is
a mass of contradictions
you don't want to unravel
Childhood Is
a nice cosy bed,
clean sheets
and Mummy's kisses
poem by Len Webster
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There is no obstacle in the path of young people who are poor or members of minority groups that hard work and preparation cannot cure.
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Changes Cause Discomforts
She and I were not in talking terms.
I suffered discomforts from non-contacts.
Used to it, we’ve come to talking terms.
I suffer discomforts to have contacts.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Escape From This Is Not Possible
Our lives are being subsidized,
To pay for their guilts.
And to minimize their disgrace.
Poor judgements and bad tastes,
Devalued treasures taken.
With faked faces,
Great thefts took place.
Now we help build shadows,
To rake over the filth...
Laced with steps to them traced.
Our lives are being subsidized,
To pay for their guilts.
And to minimize their disgrace.
Escape from this is not possible.
Depleted is a patience,
To correct their own misdeeds.
Reflecting an accepting,
Way of life known that has come to be.
We pay!
They take!
That's how it is.
With hopes that a bleeding,
Retreats.
We pay!
They take!
That's how it is.
In preparation,
For lessons like these...
To repeat!
Implanted in mindsets,
Are bred activities...
To continue like this to live and breathe.
We pay!
They take!
That's how it is.
In preparation,
For lessons like these...
To repeat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Childhood Is...
Childhood is hanging your pictures on the refrigerator, and tea parties you always have to cater.
Childhood is chasing butterflies and picking flowers,
playing with blocks and making towers.
Childhood is hating nap time,
and thinking everything is always MINE
Childhood is crayons and coloring books,
Playing hide and go seek in all the right nooks.
Childhood is falling asleep to your favorite lullaby,
wishing you had wings so you could soar into the sky.
Childhood is only crying over a scrapped knee,
or being stung by a bumble bee
Childhood is thinking boys have cooties,
or your mom making you wear itchy booties.
Childhood is ruining mommy's new leather,
and making friends and keeping them forever.
Childhood finally ends,
When you start to grow up,
And not having to drink out of a sippy cup
poem by Shenika Vermaak
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