Coupled - poetry
Heart beat of man pounding - yet
Words of man written - yet
Sounds of man spoken - yet
Lines of man drawn - yet
Beings of man humming - yet
Patterns of man created - yet
Joined we become recognized.
Susan "Sue" Bacon Trumpfheller is an author, teacher, researcher and coach. Sue works with her clients to use cunning energies to build their caring environments. You can call her at http://www. ecoentrepreneur. org
I never accepted wisdom I would have to say GOODBYE to my best friend? But that's what I had to do today I had to let go of her evermore -There was no other way For me to face realism Or pretend to be okay I had no belief -Of how hard it would be To essentially let go Of this huge part of me? Not tomorrow or ever -Will my life be the same Lacking my Grannio here Life seems to be a game - Of ability and questions?Questions that never end And have no answers That can begin to mend The wide open hole contained by of meNor come close to curing My heart and soul that Seem to be atmosphere Lost, numb and empty-Completely hollow? Like I have insignificant person left To actually abide by - All the way through life with respectShe was so much more Than my Grandmother I knew that ahead of She left this earthAnd I told her so More than once or twice For the reason that she had to know Just how very exceptional -And truly blessed I felt to have her as my associate She was the best Lacking a doubt -My Grannio gave me More than any person Will ever certainly see? It was an assumed -Kind of love That came with no environment And went far above The average caringAnd arithmetic mean assist For a grandchild - Or children of any sort She gave more of herselfTo me than everybody In my life ever will Minion could have done What she did for meWith so much devotion, Conclusive honesty And true emotion? Her allegiance was -Sincerely abiding I accomplish so much Now that I'm crying - And wishing thatI had just one more day To spend land her hand And frustrating to take away Her fears and her pain -That took over her Body and her mind Like never before? In our lives -I would have from the bottom of your heart Given 20 years of my life To have her purely Be here tomorrow -I cannot describe The way I feel today Or how much I pain Is classified of me -That will never go away No be of importance how much time passes I know this ache will stay With me forever?Just as her exceptional touch Will continually be with me And mean so very much - To me and my son?Jakob Thomas Her "BabyDoll" And I agree To never not recall -What she would have done If she was still here For him - her only one Great-grandchild?Resource Box - © Danielle Hollister (2004) is the Publisher of BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for quote lovers featuring more than 10,000 quotations in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Read it online at - http://www.
"I heard what you said, Red. Yet, I have to disagree.
Tsunami -a Poem Enthusiastic To Help Aid and Awareness and Cheer Expectations Harmony. Make Peace Not War
Real Power.One Tsunami, and all our armies, Seem belittled by their wars, What Animals fled, and tribesmen read, Finally Arrives with crushing roar, Wholesale slaughter, completely by water, Makes us seem an irrelevance, Concepts of power, alter by the hour, Faced with original elements.
Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary]
Bells for Belphegor!..
The Power of Consumption Disorders
I want to get closeI am afraid.Afraid of what you might see.
I AM SO Gratifying for simpler times. Stores were clogged on Sundays, TV shows seemed to make more sense, Family members spent ample time with each other, And ancestors were valued more than things.
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 barely 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 be glad in this distinctive wonderFind the Magic As you snoop to the conflicts and Watch in horror And emerge from the water whole and attractive in a rainbow of colorsFind the Magic, For you are whole once again© 2004 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is an researcher, educator and author. Commerce her all the way through her web site http://www.
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 admire the blind The dumb adhere to 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 come back with is "I start writing." Even inscription a bad poem is advance than coming up for the "right words.
Ceasar Vallejo: Black Roses [In English and Spanish]
Cesar Vallejo: Black RosesBow down your head ol' poet- To face God's grace ahead There are no more trenchesTo dig today? In the reforest of your head,So-: Bow down, bow down,Ol' barbaric poet! Death rides the horse ahead I hear the crackling of a whip See the crazy eyes of death.He directive you to his den- The devil and his wind,So-: Bow down, bow down Your blood discolored brows He will take you to the edge.
Ambiguity and Abstraction in Bob Dylan's Lyrics
To many ancestors contemporary poetry is a turn-off. The basis for this is that the bulk of these poems are boring.
The Crusader: A Explore for the Desirable quality Classified (an extract of an Epic Poem)
On all the way through the darkness she searches the bones Seeking the hand of her love; Deep in the stillness, the maid searches on, Petitioning help from above. Onward she gropes by means of the flesh and the blood Of the warriors stained and maimed; She carries no hope for the life of her love - For not anything but his body she came.
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast [Summer of 2002]?wind was blowing desperately It never left for a flash Bursts of fury I found it arduous to keep My feet placed, thus, I clung to my knees For one harmonious instant I could not now disguise it From in my opinion Some crafty 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 spoken announce 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 character was plugged into all that exist. Earth itself being an being with its own lively soul.
Rules for Journalism Poetry
You've been copy poetry since that first assignment in your high drill characters class. You know the rules about inscription poetry, right? Are there rules? Well, if you hang around the poetry forums diagonally the Internet as much as I do, you'd find that there are a lot of amateur poets who obdurately announce that there are no rules for journalism poetry and if a celebrity even suggests analysis poetry or books on poetry, many of the amateur poets will throw up a distrustful front.
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 develop 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, nobody else numbness was my homeacross the street, dancing on the patio the moon was out.
Out of the eight poems provided here [all formerly unpublished], four are Poetic Prose, a few Creative [what I call Vsionary anyhow], a few Free Verse, and a few with more form and structure, more carefully to the Auden style of: stanza, with a beat rhythm, and rhyme. In aphorism that, I do consider all the poems are handing over a rich association of meaning, some of them painfully close bond connecting pleasure and destruction.
Rhymes of an Guns Man [Vietnam War: 1971]
Rhymes of an Artillery 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.
Write Your Way to Fame
Have you ever brain wave about how nice it would be to see your poem discussed in the New York Times? Think you have what it takes to befall a illustrious poet? Well the adverse truth is that no one has what it takes to be a famed poet. Here's a a small amount exercise: Name the most famed contemporary poet you can think of.
Three Love Poems [all wicked]
Advance: Mr. Dennis Siluk's poetry can have its fire-hearted twists: as with 'Lovers'.
Poetry and Accepted Culture
Is poetry too difficult for the be around reader? Is it too cryptic, scholarly? If you ask a large group of be an average of colonize what they like or don't like about poetry, you'll get a few atypical answers, but there is an awesomely conventional grouping of responses.One of the main reasons that associates say they aren't addicted to contemporary poetry is that they feel it is too cryptic.
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