Quotes about mummy, page 3
Mother's Day
Matriarchy's coming fast,
Matriarchy's here!
Man's supremacy at last
Finds the end is near.
Since the days of troglodytes,
Man, the lord and master,
Sees his olden cherished rights,
Slipping fast and faster.
Daddy has no time to roam,
The household bills he's clearing,
Mummy's left four kids at home
And gone electioneering.
Mummy holds a sacred trust
To talk the public dizzy,
Daddy has to earn a crust,
And, gosh! it keeps him busy.
Once a chattel and a slave,
We grabbed her by her hair
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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Innocent
White tiger cubs are harmless guys,
He's got no need to kill...
He's cute and cuddly with blue eyes
That draw you closer still...
His Daddy knows he's innocent,
His Mummy knows it, too...
To everyone, he's just a friend...
He'll be a friend to you...
His Daddy knows he's quite the lad,
His Mummy looks so proud...
His Brother thinks he's not so bad...
He does what he's allowed...
His Sister's way too self-involved
To give him any mind,
Yet she admits he's quite resolved
To leave all cares behind...
His Daddy watches all he does,
His Mummy dotes as well...
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poem by Denis Martindale
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Billy's Policeman
I knew a policeman once
And this is true as it ever could be
Who made me feel an awful dunce;
'Cos I lost my dad, and it frightened me.
He came and took me by the hand
'Well, now,' said he; 'young fella-me-lad,
No need to cry, I understand.
You'll soon be back with mummy and dad.'
I knew the big policeman well
Before he'd talked the teeniest while.
Such a lot of things he had to tell;
And he had the cheeriest, merriest smile.
I've got a nipper at home like you
So high, young fella-me-lad,' he said.
And all at once - as true as true
I forgot to cry, and I laughed instead.
And then the big policeman said:
'Ho, that's the stuff for the troops, old son!'
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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Daddy's Got A Woman
Daddy’s got a woman that makes him feel right
Tell mummy I love her and I won’t be home tonight
Daddy’s got a woman that makes him feel right
A man he's got needs, a man's got passions too
A man he's got dreams, that he needs to work through
A man he's got hopes, someday will come true
A man he needs love, the same love he gives to you
Doesn’t matter how many times, I just don’t understand
How the love of a woman, can weave such magic on a man
Here am I with the woman of my dreams
While at home sleeps the woman I need
Daddy’s got a woman that makes him feel right
Tell mummy I love her and I’m coming home tonight
Daddy’s got a woman that makes him feel right
break
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poem by Colin Coplin
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War Baby
He's fast asleep and in his dreams
No sounds of rockets, no distant screams
The sun is bright, the skies are blue
There's a playground now that he's running to
Oh War Baby, if only you could see
That dream is real in the land of the free
Oh War Baby, please don't despair
Take my hand and I'll lead you there
He awakens now as the ground starts to shake
Moments before swimming a crystal blue lake
His Mother takes him, his Father long gone
He looks in her eyes Mummy please be strong
Oh War Baby, just five years old,
Listen to Mummy, do as your told
Oh War Baby, you know nothing more
Since you were born the World is at war
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poem by Frizz Warwick
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Upon The Harbouring of Sickness In Death...
With endearment, you gently lift
the dutch door top of the pinewood,
but, only because within it sleeps
the one who understood you, and-
the chaos between your hemispheres,
the delphian orbs and cherubs,
ossified...within your abstract wiring,
and loved you through it all;
a love that bore no substitute.
who will care for me now, you ask;
NO-ONE! - says a voice from years gone,
as you stare at the vericose veins
an old cracked-ceilings ruse;
you affix a sybilline stare
of lament that bears no mercy
from your myriad of strange behavior
harbouring within your brain,
pricking the spines live nerve-endings
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poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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There Are Black
There are black guards slamming cell gates
on black men,
And brown guards saying hello to brown men
with numbers on their backs,
And white guards laughing with white cons,
and red guards, few, say nothing
to red inmates as they walk by to chow and cells.
There you have it, the little antpile . . .
convicts marching in straight lines, guards flying
on badged wings, permits to sting, to glut themselves
at the cost of secluding themselves from their people . .
Turning off their minds like watertaps
wrapped in gunnysacks that insulate the pipes
carrying the pale weak water to their hearts.
It gets bad when you see these same guards
carrying buckets of blood out of cells,
see them puking at the smell, the people,
their own people slashing their wrists,
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poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca
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All You Did For; 'thank You' (i)
Suddenly one day had to come,
That was her time to say bye,
With her shrunken wringled face,
She was dead.
But why's all this coming back to you?
Hitting you like a crash of thunder!
You never jus' cherished or respected,
Her; your real mama.
You had a chance...
I remember, your time of birth,
Mummy spent hours birthing you,
You cried every night despite,
In the middle of her nap,
With no spare gap of peace,
This's all you done to thank her!
I even got you many a time,
Dropping that ice-cream
Precious mum bought you
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poem by Buyunde Acura Sylivester
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All Souls' Night
Epilogue to 'A Vision'
MIDNIGHT has come, and the great Christ Church Bell
And may a lesser bell sound through the room;
And it is All Souls' Night,
And two long glasses brimmed with muscatel
Bubble upon the table. A ghost may come;
For it is a ghost's right,
His element is so fine
Being sharpened by his death,
To drink from the wine-breath
While our gross palates drink from the whole wine.
I need some mind that, if the cannon sound
From every quarter of the world, can stay
Wound in mind's pondering
As mummies in the mummy-cloth are wound;
Because I have a marvellous thing to say,
A certain marvellous thing
None but the living mock,
Though not for sober ear;
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poem by William Butler Yeats
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Nobody's Child
As i was slowly passing
An orphan's home one day,
I stopped for just a little while
To watch the children play.
Alone a boy was standing
And when i asked him why,
He turned with eyes that could not see
And he began to cry.
I'm nobody's child,
I'm nobody's child.
Just like the flowers
I'm growing wild.
I got no mummy's kisses
I got no daddy's smile.
Nobody wants me,
I'm nobody's child.
No mummy's arms to hold me
Or sue me when i cry,
'cos sometimes i feel so lonesome
I wish that i could die.
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song performed by Beatles
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