Banana nation - poetry
Like a cat I slumber, ecstatically unencumbered,
So to be on the safe side, I swallow all my pride,
So from citizen nursery, via instructive history,
Ask the media if unsure, or philosophically impure,
Meekly adhere to all the rules, laid down in our schools,
Better far to be, a part of mediocrity,
How is it that we, lost the choice to be free,
How did we cliquey the politically correct,
The tap is dismally dripping, droplets that are gripping,
It is no good wailing, chained up to your railing,
This is about manipulation, of us and of our nation,
This is about unelected expertise, being paid huge taxpayer fees,
Maybe feeble conflict is fuelling this submission,
Malcolm Pugh was a civil trick then a systems programmer - to some extent deranged retired now.
Rhymes of an Guns Man [Vietnam War: 1971]
Rhymes of an Armaments Man [Vietnam War: 1971]An eleven part poem By Dennis L. SilukI had went to Vietnam at the age of 23 , and it was most interesting, there were 205,000 troops there when I arrived.
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (a poem in Spanish and English)
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version)In what back away art hid?-Where lessening mountains groan In shadow and amongThe fast-moving water of the Rio? Is not your name Mantaro Valley?Beyond the footpath of the Andes--?I can hear your voice in echoesI can hear thy voice, beautifully low. I do but know thy by a glanceAs the clouds above me know? .
Azra, Azra, Wake up Azra. Wake up Azra, It is time to go.
Shaking out the Rugs [Following the Poet]
Let's be a consequence the poet to his Hell and heaven! Count his Ghosts and dilemma's?Reach out to touch his Stretched-out skies; let's follow The poet to see where he lays.Let's adhere to the poet to his end; To see if he can?whatever He wants to do, do over again?.
Two Poems on the Traditions of Peru [in English and Spanish]
Atahualpa's Game [Peruvian]Sometimes, it's not wise To share your wisdom ---as did, Atahualpa (The Inca King) in the Game of chess; thereafter, He was condemned to death.6/6/05 #713Note: Atahualpa, was the most famed of the Inca Kings, in the 16th century of Peru, I do relieve, and was held for deliver by the Spaniards.
Mechanical Poetry - Part Three
Have you ever read the lyrics of a Simon and Garfunkle song? Pure poetry. Want to write poems like that? Start repetition them.
In Poetry: Denotation of Words [And ...Rocket-belt]
In Poetry: Denotation of WordsWhen I write poetry, I check out the denotation of words for too often they sound the same, but once written, and if spelled wrong, in consequence, give a accomplish altered denotation of what I had intended; this I call a flash of dent control. If my rhyme is flat, and my beat is off, so what, I can survive, as long as the denotation of my words are not; and are as I meant them to be.
Find the Magic
FIND the MAGICFind the Magic As you delivery old oppression Come out of hiding And see the starsFind the Magic As you expose the pain Let the tears flow And find beauty in your bodyFind the Magic As you scream from the beating Run from the threats And feel the conviviality of a hugFind the Magic As the hardly girl is silenced Told she is too smart for her own good And she finds her place of honor as she speaks her mindFind the Magic As the ghosts creep into dream Haunt your daily life And you meet them at the crossroads and move onFind the Magic As you drift out of your body, avoiding the anger Observe the separation And you join the body temple once again to cheer in this exclusive wonderFind the Magic As you snoop to the conflicts and Watch in horror And emerge from the water whole and delightful in a rainbow of colorsFind the Magic, For you are whole once again© 2004 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is an researcher, governess and author. Commerce her all through her web site http://www.
AFRICA (to africans in diaspora)africa here i come, africa africa of the black soul the soul of an antique background the background of your timid tribes.its your voice i hear africa your voice of the conversation drums your beaded drums and the royal trumpeter the metal gong of your town crieri have come to see your music dance i have heard of your perpetual minstrels have i not heard of your vacillation hips! i have heard an adequate amount and have come to watch wouldn't you dance for me africaafrica here i come africa would you not show me to your tribes the timid tribes of your syrupy tongues the miscellaneous tongues of your good menafrica, black soul africa tell me about your gods your gods of the sky and of the look after earth your gods of the hills and of the rivers aboundshow me to your kings africa your kings of the antique dynasty the antiquated family of rusted spear and shield africa, here i come africaHEAVENLY GUESTheavenly guest heralding thunderously in its own awake pelting on men as well, the gods gathering itself drop by drop.
Article on Poetry and Two Poems
Writing Poetry for TomorrowWhat does a man need to be a poet, or tomorrow's literary giant? Questions many a scholar has asked, from Harvard all the way to the convergence seminary in one's hometown. What is the answer? Well, I can give you mine, and I'm sure if you asked a hundred writers, or a hundred scholars, you'd get two hundred assorted answers.
Kafka lands resurrected in Crewe deposited by a silver alien craft, And even as he is wondering what to do He is asked to show his pass Or pay an immediate one off fine At a cash slot machine of his choice And they are read-through all the time On his irises face and voice.And of avenue they find that he is not, They ascertain he just cannot be there, Although he seems as if he is visible, And has hands and toes and hair, If he is not on the Great Data Bank, He plainly and easily cannot be, He is not programmed and he is not ranked He is clearly not like you and me.
Three Poems: Liberty, Death, and a Frog [with Commentary on Liberty]
Frog SummerSummer grows hot, for the New-blooded frogs; The bugs are thin, yet the Frogs stay fat, young and sassy. In these palsy times-they Only listen, as we decline away.
Beautiful Dreamer, Stephen Foster, Americas First Folk Song Writer
"Beautiful Dreamer" was printed by Stephen Bring up just beforehand his death in 1864 at age 37. The song became one of his most famed and most popular.
How wonderfully sweet to be a dweller dwelling on the road of goodbye. Bittersweet tears fall as I think of all the seats I'll never see, all the faces I'll never know, all the joys I'll never share, as I head for the unknown.
Key Largo - Frater Albertus
Key Largo:The fans turn languidly in front of the doorThey open wide presentation mangroves galoreAn egret in the everglades stalks its preyHaltingly it walks along its wayOn an added brilliant and sunny dayA woman's floppy hat shades her beauty not so brittleThe silky-smooth scarf that holds the hat flutters just a littleShe pauses in the threshold of the doorSurveying what she's looking forShe is looking above-board at meHer beauty flaunted all to see.'Where are you from?' while noticing I had a frownOn the other couch she pleasingly sits downIn the small hotel lobby bar'A city north and very far.
A Hundred and Fifty Dead [Korean War--l952]
There I sat, ninety-five extent weatherOutside; the bookstore café, was cool.An Old Timer stood by me, explaining:"There were two-hundred of us on the Island,Near North Korea, back in '52-We guarded 16,000-prisners?"All of a sudden, all hell broke looseThree-hundred North Koreans cameOver the bob-wired fence, in pursuit"It all happened in a affair of secondsThe machineguns killed 150-of themThat's all I saw in the war of '52.
Black Blood, in Jeremiahs Vines - A Poem and an Article
Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines [A Dream Poem]And I heard the crackling of wood, and I noticed the Lord God had made men of wood, and fire came from his mouth.Then the wind poured its grief upon us-over our sins; and I heard the words for the seventh time, "Go to the mountains!"Foolish citizens of this land pray and understand-for He cometh! Thereof, toss manually to thy knees, for the roar of disloyal men will bleed: black blood, all through the vines of Jeremiah.
You cannot make a big cheese love you. All you can do is be a celebrity who can be loved.
Out of the eight poems provided here [all earlier unpublished], four are Poetic Prose, a few Farsighted [what I call Vsionary anyhow], a few Free Verse, and a few with more form and structure, more attentively to the Auden style of: stanza, with a beat rhythm, and rhyme. In maxim that, I do have faith in all the poems are handing over a rich exchange ideas of meaning, some of them painfully close bond among pleasure and destruction.
Biography of Charlotte Bronte
Charlotte Bronte (1816 -1855) Author and Poet.Charlotte was the daughter of the Rev.
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