Since youve been gone... - poetry
My life has changed
Without you here
I feel like I'm lost.
I need you to tell me
Nobody will ever be what
Your tender face again
I would give 10 years
My love for you began
I know I was truly blessed
I will never forget
Me - when I was a barely girl
You at all times stood by me
Now that you're gone
To make my life better,
I miss all about you
When you were here
Why God had to take you
I will never understand
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Infected Ideologies [a Poetic Portrait]
the disease of extremism is infectious-; whoever cannot think of their child growing up lacking it is part of the phenomenon! (the alternative of the day). fanaticism,-- with a athletic ideology are seeds for suicide! murder: giving reasons to rage!.
Chan Chan and The Gorriones (Two Poems in English and Spanish)
The subsequent two poems, one in English, the other in English and Spanish were done at some point in this ongoing trip in Peru, while in Lima, though the poem concerning: Chan Chan was oriinally happening last year,while at the antique site in Northern Peru, it was just completed recently.The Gorriones of LimaIt is fall all about me-The Gorriones are swimming in the air Underneath the Lima skyAs if-, if fish could fly?Summer has gone its wayIt is fall again I say! The birds-, they just walk on byLooking, as if, if on parade-AndThe world keeps spinning;They just do not see it Until the hour comes?When the sun goes down!?When,Things get a barely dim;Yet the Gorriones keep on swimming Gracefully, swimming, in the wind-Under the Lima sky? .
I Hate The Wait (Weight)
I get up in the morningAnd want to stay in bedOh, so nice and warmLike fresh from the oven bread.My day is oh so busyI wish that I could stayIn the quiet of my houseIf only I could play.
It Was Not Me
It was not me as I am now. It was not me as I was then.
The Plane from Iquitos [1959-Part One]
Iquitos & the Amazon Part OneIt was December 2, l959, I was session on a small prop-plane exit Iquitos, Peru for a trip down the Amazon for the opening, the mouth of the mighty Amazon,--to Manaus. As we flew low one could see the waters of the Amazon, the city continually 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 between to the river].
How I astonishment what he's doing as I sit alone at night. How I admiration who he's seeing How I admiration if I'm right.
Testimony to the Night [In English and Spanish]
In the quiet of the cold night- In its deep northern skies, Dim are the lights, in its coldEvening frost?! Even the stars of the arctic Seem mutely stone frozen!Here, here is where you find Peace and the beast within-! Remote, no ears or wordsTo encumber the mind To embed 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 bizarre peace With an army of stars to defeat Shinning, noiselessly in the darkThe ebbing, eldritch dark; Time has no importance 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, curious peace?Ah! Praise, praise be to thee, to thee Flaming, blistering firmaments-ye, Ye, be reminiscent 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 covert in a storehouse, For tomorrow-war beyond, beyondOrion's dust?perpetual dust; There, there the sun is dim to bleak.
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 alter our lives - moderately begrudingly, but we do not recover, we survive.
You Lost Your Last Chance 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 not remember you had - No Aces or King of Hearts in your earliest deck - But considerably a worthless Joker-So Wild and Mad..
Welcome to the Town of Feeling
Happy, Sad, Mad and Glad, Moved in down the streetCautious watched them, from her window, Wondering, which one must I meet?Confused came in with overwhelmed and said, "The Panics have come to town"Then Hopeful called the carefulls, And said that Happy was a clown.Anxious came in with the news, Confident had called a town meetingTo take a vote for Mayor, And to Accept the new neighbors to Feeling.
For My Mother
I cannot bear to think of when you will be gone.I do not understand how I will get along.
Key Largo - Frater Albertus
Key Largo:The fans turn idly in front of the doorThey open wide performance mangroves galoreAn egret in the everglades stalks its preyHaltingly it walks along its wayOn a further brilliant and sunny dayA woman's floppy hat shades her beauty not so brittleThe shiny scarf that holds the hat flutters just a littleShe pauses in the threshold of the doorSurveying what she's looking forShe is looking as the crow flies at meHer beauty flaunted all to see.'Where are you from?' while noticing I had a frownOn the other couch she in a classy manner sits downIn the small hotel lobby bar'A city north and very far.
Its What She Didnt Say
When I hear your voice classified my head it makes me think of you every free day as I fight back tears of dejection and admiration 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 achieve how much I hurt you and now I know it's too late to tell you how sorry I am and count on you not to hateI don't deserve a be with attempt to show you how much I care when you looked-for me the most I know I botched to be thereNow your trust in me is gone eternally and I will never have the ability to say I exceedingly hope your dreams come true and happiness finds you every dayI would give just about no matter which in life if I could go back to that day and erase the whole lot I said and did to make your anguish go awayWhat hurts the most is this is what you didn't say and the nonappearance of these words haunt me each and every day..
Tale of the Brick Maker, of San Jeronimo, Peru [In English and Spanish]
Tale of the Brick Maker, Of San Jerónimo, Peru [A Cup of Sorrow]-1In the Andean mountains, surrounded by theMantaro Valley area of Peru, Isolated, secluded, tranquil, is the littlevillage of San Jerónimo. Near the village, here lay the abundant valleywith bent-grass, and huge Mountains stretching northbound,And bearing towards the ocean's coast.
Shakespeares Limerick XVIII, Shall I Contrast Thee to a Summers Day?
Shakespeare's sonnets compel time and crack to appreciate. Appreciation the abundant meanings of the lines, the crisply made references, the brightness of the images, and the convolution of the sound, rhythm and build up of the verse burden consideration and experience.
Article on Poetry and Two Poems
Writing Poetry for TomorrowWhat does a man need to be a poet, or tomorrow's literary giant? Questions many a learner has asked, from Harvard all the way to the commune seminary in one's hometown. What is the answer? Well, I can give you mine, and I'm sure if you asked a hundred writers, or a hundred scholars, you'd get two hundred altered answers.
Listen as I Share: WE
You speak simple, completley understandable justifications I acknowledge them, accept you, honor what you tell me and even all the same I know where you're appearance from, I just sought after to share with you, let you hear: my heart..
Whats A Prisoner to Do?
What's a prisoner to do when evenhandedness fails and the above suspicion 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 approach fails and the outcome unjust?What's a prisoner to do when breed 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 since of what a big cheese said?What's a prisoner to do when he's not believed, though he's effective the truth, he's belief to deceive?What's a prisoner to do as he sits all alone, no one seems to care; previous contacts all gone?What's a prisoner to do meeting lost and idle and most of one's judgment 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 avoid 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 bound for the reason that his fate is sealed?What's a prisoner to do when doomed to despair but still praying to break the stimulating chair?Tell me, what's a prisoner to do?Rev. Saundra L.
Live For Today...
Isn't that what they say?But what does that mean?There's no clearness that mayanswer that question..
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 fixed wood the zoned-out-ness in my head dreaming; it was develop than death? then I took an added drink?so many I never moved much, like dead fish. my head split like an ass it was numb and, naught else numbness was my homeacross the street, dancing on the patio the moon was out.
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