Long Chidren Poems

ORIGINAL SONG:

Shine Your Light
Robbie Robertson 
Ladder 49 Soundtrack

The cry of the city like a siren's song
Wailing over the rooftops the whole night long
Saw a shooting star like a diamond in the sky
Must be someone's soul...

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I drink tea on Tuesday only 
after two.

Charity is done with the utmost sincerity on Mondays, Thursdays, and every other 
Saturday.

Chidren?
Should be seen and never heard
interrupting their elders every word
these days.

Two children.
Dutiful doctor of a...

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Little Susy stifles cries,
Crusted tears betray her eyes.
Bruises line her arms and legs,
She still has hope at this stage...
Soon enough she will give in,
This is no place for chidren.
This is Hell.
Sound the Bells.
This is where...

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There is a a purity born into every baby…an innocence that runs deep…I imagine every parent feels it whenever they watch their baby sleep.

We not only see it in the way they sleep…but in the...

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BELLS  A RINGING EVERYWHERE.
                         PROCLAIMING EACH FAITH OF PEACE
 ...

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What tales your leaves must whisper
of youths tall in your strong arms.
Pretending to be pirates
in a terrible, fierce storm.

Or lovers in your shadows
making vows they sometimes kept;
dreamer's secret hideaway,
underneath leaves, young boys slept.

Many years honed...

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PROMISES MADE ARE PROMISES BROKEN
THOSE ARE THE WORDS THAT ARENT SPOKEN
EVERYONE SAYS THERE NOT USING
INJECTING STEROIDS IS A FORM OF ABUSING

COACINE MARIJUANA CRYSTAL METH AND DOPE
HOW ARE PARENTS SUSPOSED TO COPE
OUR WORLD HAS BECOME A...

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Chidren sitting by the fireplace for my 
Boys Are Still Young
Watching them, then from a distance I hear the 
Noise Of Real Guns
We have a 
Choice To Still Run-
but we find more closure trying to...

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Hanukkah is a time for presents, potatoes and dreidels,
Everyone has fun, even babies in cradles,
They can watch the dreidel spin, and spin and spin,
until they view stars in everything,
Little presents make days and nights happier,
with...

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Natures presence everywhere embracing, strolling in the park.
   Rowboats glide on mirrored waters, picturesquely passing by.
   Perfume lingers from sweet blossoms, floating on the summer air.
   Noisy wildfowl busy...

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Mother of no children yet mother to care
Children of the earth is responsibility of all
Soul yearns a child but un-mothered mother blossoms
A heart as an ear to their whispers
Children of the earth is responsibility of...

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I love you more then this sweet breath of life.

I love you for you being you inspite of the storms you've

survive.  I love you, because you see my heart and not my mind.

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