Oh! What a day, a perfect day
Something is found, as the game is plaid,
Something precious and something good,
A precious toy with heart and soul
Here‘s a day with quite a spirit
A cetin man must buy some (purity)
While a cetin woman is quite exhausted
She tries to speak but make no sense
Oh! What the hell its wealth a while,
They are all relived it went so well.
Oh!!! What is that, a new world warrior
With a crocodile’s heart and the spirit of
A cat, and that’s because he’s a mix of both
A dangerous mixture you’ll ever face, in
His body run’s the blood of cannibals.
I talk about a wild beast, with shining eyes
Like twinkling stars, nails as sharp as Uncle Leo pat
Teeth as strong as ant Lacosta,
He’s a big cat in the sense of the word, but I can
Argue that he’s a croc as well,
Copyright © Matshidiso Mosia | Year Posted 2016
Anak Manusia The Son Of Man Son Of Man Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is so too kindfullness
kindfullness too so kindfullness kindfullness too kindfullness so kindfullness.
Anak Manusia The Son Of Man Son Of Man Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is so too greatfullness
so greatfullness too greatfullness so too greatfullness greatfullness greatfullness so too
Anak Manusia The Son Of Man Son Of Man Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is so too Bestfullness
too Bestfullness so Bestfullness too Bestfullness so Bestfullness Bestfullness Bestfullness too so
Bestfullness too so Bestfullenss.
Anak Manusia is Anak ALLah Bapak Allah Bapa AlLAh.
The Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Son of God Son of GOd is Thea Son Of God Son Of GOd.
Thea Son of God SOn Of GOd is Anak Manusia is Anak ALlah is The Son Of MAn SOn Of Man is
The Son Of God SOn of GOd.
The Son Of Man SOn of Man is Anak Manusia is Thea Son OF GOd Son Of GOd.
The Son of Man Son of Man is Thea Son of God Son of GOd.
Anak Manusia is The Son of Man Son Of Man.
Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Son Of GOd Son Of GOd.
Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is Anak Manusia.
The Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Jesus Christ Jesus Christ Yesus Kristus Jesus Kristus The
Jesus Kristus Yesus The Chrsit YESUS CHRIST Imanuel Immanuel thE alPHA aLPHA tHE Omega
Omega Alfa Omega alfa omega Alfa Omega The Omega The ALfa the alpha alpha.
Anak Manusia is Thea Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Son Of Man Son Of Man is The Jesus
Christ Jesus Christ Yesus Kristus Jesus Kristus The Jesus Kristus Yeuss The Christ Christ Yesus
Immanuel Imanuel the ALpha Alpha alpha alpha the The omega omega Alpha Omega Alfa
Omega THe Alfa Omega The Omega Omega.
tHE SON OF MAN SON OF MAN is The Son OF Man Son Of Man is Anak Manusia is The Jeuss
Christ Jesus Christ Yesus kRISTUS Jesus Kristus The Jesus Kristus The Christ Yesus Yesus
Christ tHE aLPHA aLPHA ALFA ALFA THE THe Omega Omega OMEGA the OMEGA tHE ALPHA
ALPAH THE ALfa Fala The Omega Omega.
The Son of Man SOn of Man is Thea Son of Man SOn of Man is Anak Manusia The First First
and The Last Last is The Beginning Beginning and The End End is Yang Terawal and Yang
Terakhir is Yang Awal dan Yang Akhir is Yang pertama dan Yang terkemudian is Yang
Terpertama dan Yang terterkemudian is Yang Terterkebelakang dan Yang terkebelakang is Yang
Terdepan dan Yang terterdepan is Thea Beginning Beginning and Thea End End is Thea First
First and Thea Last Last.
Copyright © gloria eliza angeline gumogar | Year Posted 2011
We are the guns sitting on a shelf,
but we are toys.
We just hope the boys don't play.
They will, though...
Come Christmas they will hold us
and do their make-believe.
We will be weapons of destruction
out to kill and maim
and destroy moms' hopes.
We will be fondled like dolls
but without a good dream.
Fathers, don't buy guns.
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
Do not weep through
Your broken dreams
Promise me not to end
Before I am born
I love the warmth
In this cozy womb
I feel your sigh
As a thunder storm
I hear the beat of
your sinless heart
as a fast nonstop train
I struggle to learn it
Whether LOVE or HATE
Gather your humanity
to forgive a wild man
Give me to the world
Where there is morality
Hand me to stand
as a tamed man
Let me you to promise
Not to be a son whose
father lives within him
Though I am not a fruit of LOVE
Please, do not hate me MOM
What I have not done!
Copyright © Swarnapali Liyanage | Year Posted 2008
Mother, your insanity is my blessing!
Your cry, like a creaking door,
Opens to a lawn of sour,
Your eyes, like a flame of candle,
Pierce to my heart that fails to handle.
And, your insanity is my blessing!
Because, I am not a son of your dream,
The essence that dripped out of the cream,
The life that burns as a wooden window,
The deep woods that drenched with heavy shadow,
Mother, I am not a son of your dream.
The dream of becoming a morning dew,
A song that moves a failing crew,
A dawn, a dusk and a poem with lovely words,
A canoe in search of unknown world,
And, I am not a son of your dream.
See, I am a warrior of a loosing battle,
The blood was washed through the rains that clatter,
I see the children playing on the streets,
I do not know, is it sickle or flowers for them to treat?
I am not a son of your dream and still away from your curse,
Mother, your insanity is my blessing!.
Copyright © Thoppil Bharathan | Year Posted 2006
Times drift by,
Yesterdays are passed,
Memories never forgotten.
Memorable things now stored away,
Favorite things you so enjoyed,
Now safely treasured in a box.
Your first baby blanket neatly folded,
Years of artwork carefully packed,
Heartfelt poems written by you,
Now treasured and protected.
Your favorite chair,
Still sits on the porch.
At times as I sit outside reflecting with God,
I look into the empty chair
And wish you were there.
Photographs of you of years gone by,
Now lay safely in a box,
Always to be looked at,
To share and reflect upon.
The last words you spoke to me,
Still replay in my heart
Never to be forgotten,
Praying to hear you speak again,
“I love you too, mama!”
The last moments spent with you
Are treasured memories created,
Filed away safe in my heart,
Always to be cherished with love.
I miss you coming home late,
Always wondering while I wait.
I miss the way you pleaded for me
To warm a meal, to get a drink,
And though I was tired or though it was late,
Out of love I gave in to your hearts desire;
Then excitedly in a child like voice, you'd say,
“Thank you mommy, I love you!”
A part of me is lost,
An empty space fills my heart,
An empty room where you once laid your head.
So many things you left behind,
So many lives you've touched,
Never to be forgotten, but always remembered.
I do not know why,
For it is not for me to understand.
The time will soon come
For me to know the truth
As to why you had to go.
Some day very soon,
When Gods perfect plan is revealed
And when in paradise eternal,
Is when I shall see your smile,
Look into your eyes,
And hear you say, once again,
“I love you too, mama!”
Copyright © Sindy Vorderstrasse | Year Posted 2006
Oh Mama, There not enough words in the dictionary that can define
What you mean to me
Oh Mama, you made away for us when I was young even when that
Way was to impossible for me to see
Oh Mama, you clothed us, shelter us, and fed us when we hungered for
Something to eat, with the meager finances
You had for support didn’t deter your spirit or
Robbed you of your strength to a submission of being weak
Oh Mama, we may not had the best of the best, but we had the best of the
Best of the best at the expense of your sacrifice to
Provide the necessities needed even at your less
Oh Mama, your are thee essence that is constructed and formulated together
To generated and develop the mother of the universe
Which is a queen
Oh Mama, I appreciate you more then you could imagine or see, I know I don’t
Tell you much but believe me lady! Your present
Is truly blessful beside me, yes indeed
Oh Mama, my thoughts and feeling that I display may be low and silent, but the
Love I have for you is louder then any bell or sound that
Can wake the world up when life is still and hearts are quieted
Oh Mama, I know I act crazy a lot and do a lot of crazy things, but I thank GOD for
Creating you and I thank GOD for you creating me
Oh Mama, I love ya ma! Peace.
Copyright © Roscoe watkins | Year Posted 2009