Opposites do catch the attention of quite well - poetry
When I am climbing up, you are stepping down.
When I am awfully hot, you are dreadfully cold.
When I am at peace, you are at war.
When I need silence, you need to talk.
When I say, "let's sing," you say, "let's pray.
When I elect the color purple, you choose the color blue.
When I want a sandwich, you aspiration a full meal.
When I vote Democrats, you vote Republicans.
For when I need a big cheese to listen, you are constantly there.
When I complete a goal, you bask in my success.
When you wake up in the morning, I am there with a warm kiss.
When I am home alone, you call to check on me.
Rev. Saundra L. Washington, is an fated clergywoman, collective worker, and Come to nothing of AMEN Ministries, http://www. clergyservices4u. org. She is also the biographer of two chocolate table books: Room Beneath the Snow, Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances, Homilies that Teach.
Do not be scared to shine. This world needs what you have to give.
Become A Poet In Ten Minutes
Have you ever sat there staring at the paper, ready to write, but unsure where to begin? Want a clarification that will overcome even the worst writer's block? A person can start characters poetry today using a few clear-cut techniques.One, two, .
Testimony to the Night [In English and Spanish]
In the quiet of the bitter night- In its deep northern skies, Dim are the lights, in its coldEvening frost?! Even the stars of the arctic Seem noiselessly stone frozen!Here, here is where you find Peace and the beast within-! Remote, no ears or wordsTo disorder the mind To ensconce the throat; Here, here is where you die?(for a moment).Here, the sky has eternal eyes Eyes with cosmic tides Tides that never rest: they warWith the Universe- Likened to a dark deep abyss; Endless and never resting?Here my eyes seek and search In countless hours, ebbing and Sweeping the heavens aboveNumbing, changeless- Are the cosmos, the heavens? Here resides a alien peace?Here, resides a alien peace With an army of stars to defeat Shinning, without a sound in the darkThe ebbing, eldritch dark; Time has no bearing here, Here, resides a strange, peace?Cold and oddly numb are my feet, As I look up, upon the many bridges One star bridging the next-as if,If Kings and Queens were Guarding them-the Hosts- O-Yes! A strange, astonishing peace?Ah! Praise, praise be to thee, to thee Flaming, baking firmaments-ye, Ye, jog your memory me not, of the wars I left,Of the foes, divine immortals?The enemies that never rest Ah! Praise, praise be to thee, to theeI hear music, harmony from afar (there) There are storms concealed in a storehouse, For tomorrow-war beyond, beyondOrion's dust?perpetual dust; There, there the sun is dim to bleak.
Thank You To Our Soldiers And A Accolade 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 without sleeping nights,endless days of discomfort.
I AM SO Obliged for simpler times. Stores were clogged on Sundays, TV shows seemed to make more sense, Family members spent ample time with each other, And colonize were valued more than things.
Ballade of an Inca King
Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and landSays the Inca King?; In Spain, they leave the full of go streets, For sail to Peruvian shores;The low sound of the gold is sweet,It glows and glistens like the sun A mountain of gold, or the grave Awaits the human, Inca-god?!Spaniards sing their songs of victoryWhere breaks the green Peruvian sea; Who now, worships the Inca King (?) Guarded after prisons doors-?They gossip about his fair-haired ringsThey watch the winds cross the shores? They count the days that idle by, For gold they worship and will die.Envoy.
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 concern me in the same way.
The Commercial of Copan [In English and Spanish]
English VersionThe Commercial of Copan [480 AD]Advance: The ballgame at the Honduras patio in Copan, the year was 480 AD, Copan's 3rd ruler, Mat Head, whom succeeded Quetzal Macaw, whom was the come to grief of the city is now the new ruler. Mat Head, was a female, the other half of Quetzal Macaw, and here is where the story begins.
Two Poems: Black Poncho, and Spirits of de Copan [in English and Spanish]
English Version12) Black Poncho(of Saint Cosme Hill, by Lima, Peru)Lost in the grottos of Peru- By the hills of Huancayo Black Cloak was given A treasure of gold?; By none other than, Demonic goblins!?in the form of blistering fruit; Hence, Black Wrap fooled The goblins of oldBy using his wrap to pull The boiling fair-haired fruit Through the Andes to Lima, Peru!?Henceforward, he was swindled By a jeweler of dire repute. Thus, his life misrepresented (as so often they do); And now he lives with: Thirty-five dogs, on San Cosme Hill.
Its What She Didnt Say
When I hear your voice confidential my head it makes me think of you every free day as I fight back tears of despondency and astonishment if you're okayMy life is empty exclusive of you I wish time would take away the pain but the ache in my heart persists and my down-to-earth hopes seem in vainI appreciate how much I hurt you and now I know it's too late to tell you how sorry I am and be expecting you not to hateI don't deserve a be with attempt to show you how much I care when you considered necessary me the most I know I disastrous to be thereNow your trust in me is gone everlastingly and I will never have the accidental to say I actually hope your dreams come true and happiness finds you every dayI would give just about everything in life if I could go back to that day and erase the whole lot I said and did to make your despondency go awayWhat hurts the most is this is what you didn't say and the lack of these words haunt me each and every day..
Asha of Darfur [A poem with a commentary by the author]
Asha of DarfurCry, cry-oh diminutive Darfur woman For your sister Janjaweed- [in Sudan's cruel region-who was raped to death); Where rape and death run ramped;And Asha prays the Arabs don't' hear Here crying hardly black tears? ?in fear she will be chained to a bedIn Darfur, by the insidious justice Of the Arabs, who run ramped?Ah, yes! In Darfur you've guessed, It is not a crime to raped and arrested; By the very one who raped, and terrorizedYou; it is the conquest?Satan's ribs!..
Burning Autumn Trees [a poem in Spanish and English]
Burning Autumn Leaves [1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]My long steel cutting rake punctured And twisted all 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.
A World That Doesnt Care
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land. Hurricanes may devastate and leave us completely bare.
Little Girl from Huancayo [a poem/in English and Spanish]
Little girl from HuancayoDo you really, actually 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 study her,A a small amount boy with a bird.
Poetry in Turbulence
To many non-specialists of literature, poetry is greatly unsatisfying. There are numerous reasons for this, but two in actual come to mind.
I never attention 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 everlastingly -There was no other way For me to face actuality Or pretend to be okay I had no idea -Of how hard it would be To in fact 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 attempt 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 through life with respectShe was so much more Than my Grandmother I knew that beforehand She left this earthAnd I told her so More than once or twice For the reason that she had to know Just how very elite -And truly blessed I felt to have her as my alone She was the best Not including a doubt -My Grannio gave me More than everybody Will ever especially see? It was an implicit -Kind of love That came with no environment And went far above The common caringAnd arithmetic mean assist For a grandchild - Or children of any sort She gave more of herselfTo me than a person In my life ever will Nonentity could have done What she did for meWith so much devotion, Conclusive honesty And true emotion? Her dependability was -Sincerely endless I achieve so much Now that I'm crying - And wishing thatI had just one more day To spend investment her hand And difficult 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 honestly Given 20 years of my life To have her purely Be here tomorrow -I cannot clarify The way I feel today Or how much I pain Is confidential of me -That will never go away No be important how much time passes I know this ache will stay With me forever?Just as her exceptional touch Will at all times be with me And mean so very much - To me and my son?Jakob Thomas Her "BabyDoll" And I agreement To never disregard -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.
The Man Who Could Not Say Sorry For His Sins
Sorry would be a start.Though you cant take back your mistakes, and you cant find an answer time, you'd think there would be remorse, for such a self allocation crime, to send others out to die, to pay the blood price you have decreed, when its absolutely bluster and posing, all about conceit and greed, to acquire a perceived niche in history, glowing down the years, is the coverage of your ambition, is the puny limit of your fears, when those you have sent to die, believing implicitly in you, leave relatives after who see, that nil you said was true, there is no belief now for those, whose come to you dont count, they are yesterdays forgotten, though daily they still mount, no accepted wisdom of resignation, no confession to those left behind, just on with the ego, fast advance from those times, as if nonentity ever happened, as if your lies are quite ok, as if now is what to focus on, and then was a different day, lost back in the mists of time, obscured by clouds half seen, not an cause offense to the living, not impeachable and obscene, you may want to move on now, and dispense with your past infamy, but you must be tried for treason, and confined for blasphemy.
Whats A Prisoner to Do?
What's a prisoner to do when evenhandedness fails and the childlike is escorted off to jail?What's a prisoner to do once stigmatized, caged and abandoned and ostracized?What's a prisoner to do there's no one to trust; the coordination fails and the outcome unjust?What's a prisoner to do when ancestors decide the punishment is reasonable and justified?What's a prisoner to do while confined in a cell; the perpetrator's free and faring quite well?What's a prisoner to do once his reputation is dead and his life has been ruined as of what a celebrity said?What's a prisoner to do when he's not believed, though he's illuminating the truth, he's brain wave to deceive?What's a prisoner to do as he sits all alone, no one seems to care; past associates all gone?What's a prisoner to do session lost and idle and most of one's belief befall suicidal?What's a prisoner to do when freedom's taken away and the will to live diminishes each day?What's a prisoner to do when hedged in by strife; with no avoidance possible; no accidental for a new life?What's a prisoner to do when he can no longer see the beauty of the sky or the waves of the sea?What's a prisoner to do when the sun he can't feel, nor the breeze of bounce as his fate is sealed?What's a prisoner to do when doomed to despair but still praying to avoidance the stimulating chair?Tell me, what's a prisoner to do?Rev. Saundra L.
THe Monster Mash, A Churchyard SMASH (short story I wrote when I was 11)
The Monster Mash The Churchyard SmashHave you heard of the Monster Mash? I believe you know the story of how it came to be, right? Well, I'm here to tell the TRUE story to you.It sarted out late one night, when all monsters where out of human sight.
Out of the eight poems provided here [all beforehand unpublished], four are Poetic Prose, a few Far-seeing [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, cadenced rhythm, and rhyme. In adage that, I do have faith in all the poems are passing on a rich arrangement of meaning, some of them painfully close bond concerning pleasure and destruction.
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