Wondering - poetry
How I admiration what he's doing as I sit alone at night. How I awe who he's seeing How I admiration if I'm right. How I amazement if he's ever thought of appearance home again, and I amazement if he doesn't can my heart mend yet again.
Lord, I know that You have told me one for love - that one for life, but that one he doesn't want me doesn't care about his wife, and You know how that part hurts me how it cuts me like a knife how I long to just be with him with the one who has my life.
Lord, I want to stop this crying, Lord, I want to stop the pain, Lord I want to stop the sighing, Lord, I want to love again.
But the pain goes on forever, stopping only for a while and I try my best to hide it, behind a affable smile. But You and I know better how the tears still fall like rain, only You and I know how much my heart breaks from all the pain. Only You know how much torture my body and my soul can stand, and You've promised for all trials that I can take Your hand.
And I'm accomplishment out now Jesus because I sure do need a friend, and I'm tired of all the heartache and I pray that it will end.
But I know You hold the future and my life is in Your hands and I'll try my best to follow all the belongings Your Word commands. And I know that I will falter and I know You'll pick me up as I do my best to follow and to drink life from Your cup
Copyright Fran Watson
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Ocean Heal Me
Ocean Heal MeOcean heal my wounds Let your waves curl and foam on my body Wash away blood, heal scarsOcean renew me with your power As interminably you roll Giving depth that's been drainedOcean keep me warm Wrap me in your brine Caress me with your tidesOcean break up my tears As they flow in you I rinse my soulOcean let me grow in your depths Color me brilliant blue, coral, green Clear = revitalizedOcean your spray anoints me Cool and refreshed My spiritual renewalOcean be my friend Hold me flowing in your currents Ever moving, ever changingOcean, heal me.© 1983 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is a researcher, dramatist and teacher.
Savage Nature: The Life of Ted Hughes
One of the most critical poets of the post-war period, Edward James Hughes (1930-1998), was drawn towards the primitive. He was delighted by the beauty of the biological world, commonly portraying its cruel and savage humor in his work as a consideration of his own delicate anguish and magic beliefs - confident that current man had lost touch with the prehistoric side of his nature.
You Lost Your Last Back and Me
I will never think twice nor will I roll the dice When it comes to my life I will take my Grannio's adviceYou play the hand you're dealt when it comes to who will be your Dad - But if you bluff about a card's face value for too many years you disregard you had - No Aces or King of Hearts in your creative deck - But moderately a worthless Joker-So Wild and Mad..
Satirical Poetry About Tony Blair
All Hail.Is your infirmary full of aliens, even with new cleaning firms, Antenna waving buggies, And frightening crawly germs, Then dont waste an added second, now were into determination spin, Just complain, over and again, and up pops smiley smiley grin.
Review Of Stephen B. Wileys First Book Of Poetry: HERO ISLAND
Poet Stephen B. Wiley's first book of poetry, Hero Island, reflects tender snapshots and reminiscent overviews of a choice of stages of his life as a kid functioning on a farm in New Jersey, summer vacations spent with his breed in Northern Vermont, and his affirmative stance on life.
It's dark, it's cold, its' just six thirty,thoughts of sleep still dull my brain,As I clump down, exclusive my coat,a person along for the ride clone, just coming up for a train.Insidious rain, just damp down,through weak light of creeping dawn,Paper sandwich bags and old chocolate cups,blowing past, look so forlorn.
Tsunami -a Poem Dyed-in-the-wool To Help Aid and Awareness and Further 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, absolutely by water, Makes us seem an irrelevance, Concepts of power, adjust by the hour, Faced with ancient elements.
The Treasure of Catalina Huanca (In English and Spanish)
Note: on paper after bearing in mind the hardly adobe 16th century minster 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.
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 absolute assorted denotation of what I had intended; this I call a flash of break control. If my rhyme is flat, and my inflection is off, so what, I can survive, as long as the consequence of my words are not; and are as I meant them to be.
Three Poems [Lima; Judges and Evils Creation]
1.Evil's CreationThou knowith evil clings To tender peace-; Nor does it heed one's drowsy Un-enthralled grief?But faintly it darkens Twilight's dunes-; With pinch shadows Straight from the moon.
Ode to: The Ice Maiden of Ampatos Acme [now in: English and Spanish]
Dedícate to Antonio Castillo. L.
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (a poem in Spanish and English)
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version)In what draw back art hid?-Where declining mountains groan In shadow and amongThe white water of the Rio? Is not your name Mantaro Valley?Beyond the road of the Andes--?I can hear your voice in echoesI can hear thy voice, delightfully low. I do but know thy by a glanceAs the clouds above me know? .
Song of the Great Zimbabwe, and Silver and Inca Blood [Poems and notes]
"Song of the Great Zimbabwe"Across the African, winter's skyIn the Southern edge of Zimbabwe Looking down from the Hill ComplexFrom on top, of an Antediluvian Rock O'er the mountains steep-:A, vista I've longed to see, residesA site, I've longed to meet-; Thus, dwells, contained by this African Valley,Among the best of man's feats? The great, Great Zimbabwe (Enclosure).A million-stones, built these antediluvian wallsSome twelve-fathoms, fathoms high That seems to reach unto the sky;Some say: a fortress, and palace, it is; And perhaps-, the legendary 'Ophir!'#747 7/2/05Silver and Inca BloodIn the Great Silver mines of Potosi-(Inca Indians) Conscripted mine workersCarry Quotas of ore-up hundreds of feetOf rope laddered-steps For don Francisco de ToledoAnd King Philip II, of Spain-;A farcified eyesight to becomeRich-off Inca blood, In the year-1571?#744 7/1/05Notes: (The Inca Empire): the belief is often that the Inca Empire was a large endeavor of its self; a communal confuse at best; difficult for sure; but for the most part, the Inca Empire was comprised of ethnic groups who were under enemy control into the Inca Empire, comparable to the Roman, which was a city citizens [Empire] you might say, who subject the whole world into its Roman Empire; likewise, so did the Incas of South America.
Top 20 Poetry Quotations
Explore the gist of poetry and the motivation of poets with this distinctive assortment of suggestive quotations..
You can do and you can be whatever you want. You have the power, and the right, to make the changes.
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 adept of producing; And upon death, Back into the Abyss They melt!.
A Dose of Laughter
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so, give me a dose of laughter.
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast [Summer of 2002]?wind was blowing angrily It never left for a instant Bursts of fury I found it challenging to keep My feet placed, thus, I clung to my knees For one delightful minute I could not now disguise it From in my opinion Some crafty atmosphere 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 character was plugged into all that exist. Earth itself being an creature with its own lively soul.
Truth is stranger than fiction according to many colonize who have seen what happens about me and to them, on many occasions. Every now and then I have had others distress me in the same way.
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.
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