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A person who feels about others
And speaks on their circumstances
And offers a better suggesions
To improve the damped system
To add fundamentalistic solutions
To delete opportunism aspects
To develop everyone’s share
To approach everyone’s contribution
To maintain progress and prosperity
To build a civil agenda to enjoy
Without any prejudice barrier
For our human dignity and regard
To differenciate humanism and animalism
To learn about patience and respect
To discuss a topic of learning
A natural behaviour and sophisticated
Developing approaches at same time
To recover the positive and negativeness
To establish distinctions of values
To identify a usefull and useless motives
To live with peace and satisfaction
To encourage further preparations
To secure and safe future
For beyond from newborn buddies
To provide good tools to develop
To understand a constructive problems
To dissolve wastage of recycling
To save extra energy for dangers
To refine pregressive thoughts
To share his doubts and gains
For a better carriage
Is known as a political person?
How do you feel to listen others?
Satisfaction is a matter for all.
I'm the ultimate
my mother, God Bless her,
taught me the joy
of using thought
a little more meaningful
than cars, popularity
money or fame
your mind can travel
there are no barriers
each book adds
to your being
to your mind's sky
they are things
because you share them
the reader and the author
each merged together
somehow their minds
make more than two
so I have spent
a king's ransom
in the years when
I could afford
these golden treasures
far more rich
than gold or silver
I made the master bedroom
of my current home
a library quite extensive
where my mind can roam
I have so many books
I could not fit them all
but part with one?
for any reason under the sun
I have diaries from the civil war
but still a wonderous mirror
into a time and life
never to return
many other treasures
but books among my best
I could never be
little work would
I get done
my eyes would be stuck
inside my charges
and no one could
withdraw a one.
Thank you – Zamreen Zarook
Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.
Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.
People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.
Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.
We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,
Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...
These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken
Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"
Family, the enemy of our souls wants us to believe
The lie that we are alone
He wants us to believe
That we are treading hopeless road
But the cloud witnesses who urge us on
Tell us another story
The road we tread with light and beauty and fellowship
My friends, we are never alone
Your Mother and Mine
Tis Every woman
Any children.. anytime
Looks after them
Fixes and gives
them something to eat
Cleans them up...
to smell sweet
helping them to live
guiding their ways
Edifying thier lives
Within these earthly days
Your Mother and Mine
Always spending their time
Taking care of any children..
Giving from within their hearts
So Children can go on living
helping with childs needs
their skinned-up knees
with their broken hearts
Wiping away tears..
helping them cope with fears
grow through the years
As there are many women
Within this world.. Care-giving
Whom is Your Mother.. and Mine
Even some have children of their own
Some are Grandmothers.. Aunts..
Teachers, Preachers, Doctors, Nurses
Any Women.. whom gives tender-love
Even women of the neighborhood tis Mothers
All the women whom tend..
to look after any children
whom go out of their way
bringing compassion with smiles
giving many children.. Love everyday
God's Blessings are giving
within the hearts of many women
Whom choose to be.. for many children
even when they have their own..
These women are tis as I see..
God's Blessings.. of Many Mothers
There are many children
Whom seek so many women out
Whom they choose to call.. them their Mother
Whom shows them Love.. Tenderheartedly giving
For I know.. this without a doubt
For many children come to my house
They.. as All Children are.. Blessings
God gives in many ways.. all women Blessings of Children
Your Mother and Mine
Children say this to me all the time
Motherly Love.. is giving by God above
Happy Mother's Day!!!
To All Women..
Even Mother's as Mine whom already gone to Heaven..
Dedicated to You.. Momma..
as You always be.. My Mother
and many.. You had given Love.. Tenderheartedly unto
Tis be.. Your Mother and Mine...
"I Love Momma"
So many thoughts come to mind
If only I could really go back in time
Change or undo my life’s violent and sexual crimes
Tell those around me to open their eyes
Pay Attention to the signs
If only one wish could really rewind
Those pedophilic hands of my life-time…
Then I stopped and started to think
Who would I be if this didn’t happen to me?
What of the woman I’d come to be
The wisdom I’d come to see
And my children who’s lives are abuse free
As a result of my past… my history…
Now, with eyes wide and mind free
Heart pounding, air, LOVE and life in me
Blessed with children to change my legacy,
Equipped with words and strength to share my story… my poetry
I’d wish only to open the eyes of the blind
The mouths of the abused and the hearts of our society…
I’d make them see… I’d make them see
So no other child has to end up like me…
** For the "If I Had One Wish Contest"
I’m a child again
I’m a child again and it’s such fun
To kick a ball, and laugh, and run
And walk down to the local park
And being bad, oh, what a lark
I love to watch those colored birds
This always kind of gets me stirred
Their lovely hues, my eyes they daze
These lovely birds do me amaze.
But there is one thing that I do hate
At bath times, fuss I do create
And mum and dad, they get real mad
I suppose I do play up a tad.
And also I do hate that school
With all its daft, and silly rules
But when I write my little stories
That’s when I get my share of glory.
But really, If I had the choice
I’d really like to raise my voice
And tell them ‘I want out of this!!
Being a child gives me no bliss!’
27 August 2013 @ 1722hrs.
Peter Duggan. You're a kid again contest...Age ten
They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Makes you want to share yourself
Hell hath no replete replica like an Ohiohell
memom memeoy dispelled with lovelessloss lorn laments
measured in misgiven gravid neutral grautities of cool compromised cruel
capsid cascades of dreary demented drowsy dump deep demented deny desires
with wilfull wallowing in unsupposed to be here
herein two boys born to a numb nuts army husbodad and a
WTF what is happening in/outside this family 50's acircle
Oh well what the Hell, Hi, my name is Dave, I'm not suppoosed to be alive.
To be continued,..............................................