Budding - poetry
Growing hurts sometimes;
saying goodbye to friends,
to belongings you've known and done
to effects you hunted to do.
Growing heals sometimes
the crushed dreams and hopes
of a life you once knew
leading you to a new acquaintance of yourself.
Growing is fun sometimes
meeting new friends
learning new things
making changes that feel good and emotive on.
Growing is compulsory always.
Without adjust there is stagnation
death as a replacement for of life.
To desire to live is to desire to grow.
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AFRICA (to africans in diaspora)africa here i come, africa africa of the black soul the soul of an antediluvian cultivation the background of your timid tribes.its your voice i hear africa your voice of the chatting 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 classic minstrels have i not heard of your fluctuation hips! i have heard a sufficient 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 sickly tongues the diverse tongues of your honorable 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 antiquated dynasty the antique era 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.
A World That Doesnt Care
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land. Hurricanes may devastate and leave us fully bare.
Lamenting Poetic Moods [six Poems]
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Biography of Charlotte Bronte
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Growing hurts sometimes; saying goodbye to friends, to belongings you've known and done to belongings you required to do. Growing heals sometimes the horrified dreams and hopes of a life you once knew leading you to a new awareness of yourself.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning: A Conversation of How Do I Love Thee?
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Satirical Poetry About Tony Blair
All Hail.Is your sanatorium full of aliens, even though new cleaning firms, Antenna waving buggies, And hair-raising crawly germs, Then dont waste a further second, now were into ballot vote spin, Just complain, over and again, and up pops smiley smiley grin.
Out of the eight poems provided here [all beforehand unpublished], four are Poetic Prose, a few Creative thinker [what I call Vsionary anyhow], a few Free Verse, and a few with more form and structure, more close up to the Auden style of: stanza, with a beat rhythm, and rhyme. In axiom that, I do accept as true all the poems are passing on a rich exchange ideas of meaning, some of them painfully close bond connecting pleasure and destruction.
Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary]
Bells for Belphegor!..
A Happiness Poem
If a happiness poem could bring forth a smile, Then my face would all the time dress in style.If my ears could hear my cpu screen, From one to another, they, too, would grin.
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast [Summer of 2002]?wind was blowing angrily It never left for a jiffy Bursts of fury I found it challenging to keep My feet placed, thus, I clung to my knees For one delightful flash I could not now disguise it From for myself Some delicate ambiance Manifested itself Then the existing drew Sharply away from me With her mystery-Back out into the open sea Yet-, still it roared back at me! It was an uttered announcement It made my head swim I noticed it kept-step With my exultation!?#761 7/14/2005Notes: There are mysteries to the sea, at times it seems as to have its own mind, its own character; as if description was plugged into all that exist. Earth itself being an creature with its own lively soul.
In the Mountans of Haiti [A Poem: in English and Spanish]
In the Mountains of Haiti(In the City)-July is a hot month-sweating Poverty out on every street (In Port de Prince); mixingMemory with aspiration causes stirring. Not much rain in Haiti (in 1986); Summer kept us busy, building A health check clinic, in the mountains?.
A Hundred and Fifty Dead [Korean War--l952]
There I sat, ninety-five amount 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 be relevant of secondsThe machineguns killed 150-of themThat's all I saw in the war of '52.
Im Sorry Mom! A Mothers Day Poem
Mother's Day Poetry,I'm Sorry Mom!I'm sorry for the troubles And the qualms I brought you. I'm sorry for my mistakes, I didn't mean to make you blue.
Azra, Azra, Wake up Azra. Wake up Azra, It is time to go.
Anne Bradstreet, To My Dear and Loving Husband, A Discussion
"To My Dear and Loving Husband" was on paper by America's first female poet, the Puritan, Anne Bradstreet. In fact, Anne Bradstreet is one of only a handful of female American poets at some point in the first 200 years of America's history.
Ode to: The Ice Maiden of Ampatos Acme [now in: English and Spanish]
Dedícate to Antonio Castillo. L.
You make me smile like I've seldom done before You give me a reason to want more and more..
Thank You To Our Soldiers And A Duty To Old Glory And A Prayer For Peace
Thank youDedicated to soldiers and their loved onesFor those who have laid in fox holes,carried guns,marched for hours.For those who have had cold disturbed nights,endless days of discomfort.
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