Find the magic - poetry
FIND the MAGIC
Find the Magic As you announcement old oppression Come out of hiding And see the stars
Find the Magic As you expose the pain Let the tears flow And find beauty in your body
Find the Magic As you scream from the beating Run from the threats And feel the affection of a hug
Find the Magic As the diminutive girl is silenced Told she is too smart for her own good And she finds her place of honor as she speaks her mind
Find the Magic As the ghosts creep into dream Haunt your daily life And you meet them at the crossroads and move on
Find the Magic As you drift out of your body, avoiding the anger Observe the separation And you join the body temple once again to celebrate in this exclusive wonder
Find the Magic As you snoop to the conflicts and Watch in horror And emerge from the water whole and charming in a rainbow of colors
Find the Magic, For you are whole once again
© 2004 Susan Bacon
Susan Bacon is an researcher, educationalist and author. Associate her all through her web site http://www. ecoentrepreneur. org
Elizabeth Barrett Browning: A Conversation of How Do I Love Thee?
"How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning was on paper in 1845 while she was being courted by the English poet, Robert Browning. The poem is also upper-class Elegy XLIII from Sonnets From the Portuguese.
Daybreak at Pikes Creek [a Poem]
Daybreak at Pikes Creek [Summer of 2005]Daybreak by Lake Superior Rising out of the woods like: A swamp mist I'm ahead of you for breakfast(at the B&B) I pace the grounds The scent of green shrubbery: Trees, flora, flowers-rain Intoxicates me- Branches like big brown arms Descend? The embankment, to the right Blue eyed, like mine-reflect From the creek beneath me (my wife says 'be careful' she went to get the camera) The greens and blues touch My face and blue jeans- Reflections mirrored like Musical notes of a symphony (I'll see them later in pictures) For now, it's daybreak In Minnesota.#813 8/26/2005Note: the author, Dennis Siluk, took his wife Rosa [me: on my birthday] to Lake Superior, this summer, and I recognized the leading lake in the world.
Like a cat I slumber, wonderfully unencumbered, Through eighty per cent of my agreed span, Occasionally awoken, when difference of opinion is spoken, And I concoct a different cunning five year plan, Lately it was pensions, that were being mentioned, So I on loan from the French and Robespierre, Scrap all that went before, saved by tooth and claw, And let my all equal Citizens appear, Currently it is time, for me to be in my prime, For there is an added ballot vote looming, I have to arrive on the scene sincere, for part of this appearance year, And confirm all and sundry that the whole thing is booming, Never mind authoritarian quotas, Ive imported multitudes of voters, And told them which party let them stay, Though Ive rigged the postal vote, and defamed each one of note, You never know what might ensue on the day.So to be on the safe side, I swallow all my pride, And allow my citizens to hear my blessed voice, And roll out the charade, put on the facade, And even make have faith in they have a choice, Next time about the crown, will be compacted underground, House of Lords and Lord Chancellor history, With the other Chancellor gone, I alone will soldier on, Yes, then there will only ever be me, Ill hold elections for you, as all dictators do, And fill positions with those that oil my palm, As for civil unrest, there is constantly house arrest, Or clandestine captivity for those that mean me harm.
Contract of Death [Now: in SPANISH and English]
Contract of DeathI heard today, the holy woman say: "Daniel has warned us long ago, Of the trials and troubles we Are now facing, with our foes?"He says the 'Antichrist' was now In Europe crying: 'peace,' and the 'Axis of Evil,' had previously placed Hidden Atomic Russian weaponsUnder our feet, here in the good Ole heart of the United States; 'Palestine's cry for peace,' he adds, Is a burdened Gun for Revelation 3:10;America. A 'Contract for Death,' Is what he called it.
Breathing-in, Minnesota [a poem: now in Spanish and English]
In early fall, in Minnesota, the rain falls, falls, In buckets, buckets and more buckets-: drops Likened to music from its many streams-land Of ten-thousand lakes; moistened gravel, gravel Everywhere?Grandpa sits on the porch-daydreaming of, of Something, conceivably frost about the corner-; As the flies disappear, with the mosquitoes? Leaves will soon vanish, dark will come earlyMaybe he's idea about summer: miles and miles And miles and miles of cornfields; his childhood now Long gone, he hums a hymn, a song; looking at the Metal-piped fence, he made, with three poles, on the Embankment, chief up the steps to the porch; It's worn-out like him.The winds in Minnesota smell fresh, fresh from all The foliage, there's a lot of it.
Wars, Air of Ambiguity [for: Lt. Laura Walker] in SPANISH and English
Wars, air of AmbiguityDedicated to 1st. Lt.
Uamaks River [suspense: now in Spanish and English]
Delicately, my mind was selecting a barely audible tune, out of the dead dark empty space surrounding me?I saw a shape on a rock, not sure who it was; I had a sensitivity though, a atmosphere call it, or second-sight; I've heard that before, not sure if I want to put a lot of confidence into it, but so be it, the sensitivity and lack of feeling was there. I didn't' sense any likelihood in the moment, in the moonlit figure, session on the rocks, lurking, looking out into the deep.
Hindu Poet - Kamalakanta
Kamalakanta was born in Burdwan India in the late 18th Century. From an early age he spoken an advantage in mysticism and later in life Kamalakanta established admission into Tantric Yoga from a Tantric yogi named Kenaram Bhattacharya.
Two Poems and a Short Story
1)dying in the bar [sluggishly]yet, I would crawl too upto the bar, it was everything, the dampness the engraved wood the zoned-out-ness in my head dreaming; it was advance than death? then I took a different drink?so many I never moved much, like dead fish. my head split like an ass it was numb and, nonentity else numbness was my homeacross the street, dancing on the patio the moon was out.
The Treasure of Catalina Huanca (In English and Spanish)
Note: on paper after bearing in mind the diminutive adobe 16th century place of worship San Sebastian, in San Jeronimo, by the mountains of Huancayo, Peru, after being taken there by the Wandering Quechua guide, Enrique (4-13-2005).The Treasure of Catalina HuancaWritten by Dennis L.
Mother, I Dont Mind The Pain
I am among those who know that one never recovers from the loss of one genuinely loved. We come to agree to the death and amend our lives - instead begrudingly, but we do not recover, we survive.
The Plane from Iquitos [1959-Part One]
Iquitos & the Amazon Part OneIt was December 2, l959, I was session on a small prop-plane departure Iquitos, Peru for a trip down the Amazon concerning the opening, the mouth of the mighty Amazon,--to Manaus. As we flew low one could see the waters of the Amazon, the city constantly impressed me, but more from this birds-eye view, you could see the mighty river in its squid like form, with all it tentacles [contributories: waters concerning to the river].
Our home was warm in the shade of the trees or when the sun was not upon it.It was built on the side of a hill, near a lake where spirits could be free.
Burning Autumn Foliage [a poem in Spanish and English]
Burning Autumn Leaves [1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]My long steel critical rake punctured And twisted all the way through tons of autumn leaves (back in the '50s); And there's a hill yet, I didn't rake, I see Behind it, two embankments Leaves I didn't rake a day ago; The essence of fall sleeps on the ground.
Little Girl from Huancayo [a poem/in English and Spanish]
Little girl from HuancayoDo you really, especially know? Just how fast those feet will grow,On the streets of Huancayo.Little girl with jumping jacksOn the street, looking back; Back to see whose inspection her,A hardly boy with a bird.
Way of Life: Rhymes of the Inca [four poems: see in Spanish and English NOW!]
Way of Life: Rhymes of the IncaPizarro (Spanish conquistador ((1525))The blind be a consequence the blind The dumb abide by the fool But the cleaver, like 'Pizarro,' (who could not read or write) Followed human-nature? And ruled the Inca world!Thus, Atahualpa was Beheaded out of pride and Indolence-: one might say, And ignorance ruled? .Note: don Francisco Pizarro #689 5/27/05Cepeda the Sly [Lima, Perú-l546 AD]Cepeda the Sly-, judge With two sides; one false, One pride-both mixed with lies.
Mechanical Poetry; Part Two
What do you do when you want to write poetry? I hope your counter is "I start writing." Even journalism a bad poem is change for the better than coming up for the "right words.
Antidotes for an Alibi
Amy King's first full-length collection, Antidotes for an Alibi, insists that we appraise the not to be trusted clarity of our procedures and the goals that motivate us. How does one essentially get from "A" to "B"-and is there ever especially a "B"? What color is the white space amid "A" and "B"? Upon more rapidly inspection, appear realities bare themselves to be permeable and fragile, covered with textures and grains that lead the eye on unreliable pathways.
Three Poems and Paradise Lost [One for Hell, One for Heaven one for an Inca King]
The Fast-moving water of HellHell's furnace- Likened to a chimney Vomits her torrents Of flames- Into the air Through earths crust And the earth's trembles-!Agitated, she projects A thick curtain of smoke To heat the feet of those Who provoke her every wish. Like molten iron She waits for the soul(the moment) Then molds, into her enclosure Human serpents? Out of savage flesh!No storm, no struggle No eruption, no typhoon, Just a terrible phenomenon, Hell is accomplished of producing; And upon death, Back into the Abyss They melt!.
Because of You
You are to me my lifeline my security. That scares me.
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