Changes - poetry
I am not the one I was already yesterday.
I cannot go back.
I am not the one I will be tomorrow.
I can not see that far ahead.
I am who I am now, today.
The character I see in the mirror changing so subtly, but changing, becoming a new person minute by minute day by day.
The promise are endless, but I must decide which way I will change, each certitude I make changes me in some way, positively or negatively.
Let me open for my part to good changes, to categorical steps, happy feelings.
Let me open my heart to others that their joy and experiences may alteration me in a categorical manner into the character I will become
Copyright 2002 Fran Watson
For more poetry and stories you can go to Fran's webpage http://www. franwatson. ca
Infected Ideologies [a Poetic Portrait]
the disease of extremism is infectious-; whoever cannot think of their child growing up devoid of it is part of the phenomenon! (the abundance of the day). fanaticism,-- with a able ideology are seeds for suicide! murder: giving reasons to rage!.
Ed Gallagher Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept.
Lord Byrons She Walks in Beauty
Lord Byron's breach epic to "She Walks In Beauty" is among the most memorable and most quoted lines in romantic poetry. The breach lines are effortless, graceful, and beautiful, a appropriate match for his poem about a woman who possesses natural grace and beauty.
Hindu Poet - Kamalakanta
Kamalakanta was born in Burdwan India in the late 18th Century. From an early age he spoken an activity in religion and later in life Kamalakanta conventional beginning into Tantric Yoga from a Tantric yogi named Kenaram Bhattacharya.
Ballade of an Inca King
Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and landSays the Inca King?; In Spain, they leave the active streets, For sail to Peruvian shores;The hum 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 babble 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.
Mechanical Poetry - Part Three
Have you ever read the lyrics of a Simon and Garfunkle song? Pure poetry. Want to write poems like that? Start photocopying them.
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (a poem in Spanish and English)
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version)In what departure art hid?-Where declining mountains groan In shadow and amongThe torrents 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? .
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 mutely stone frozen!Here, here is where you find Peace and the beast within-! Remote, no ears or wordsTo confusion the mind To establish 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 curious peace?Here, resides a alien peace With an army of stars to defeat Shinning, like a ghost 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, alien 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 buried in a storehouse, For tomorrow-war beyond, beyondOrion's dust?perpetual dust; There, there the sun is dim to bleak.
To My Friend, With Love
All is still; all quiet; The world seems to be at peace. My soul is singing its musical melody And I'm led like in a daze to write its tunes.
The Power of Intake Disorders
I want to get closeI am afraid.Afraid of what you might see.
I Saw the Universe
I can see the azure blue of the skiesOr the azure of the nightI can see the stars wink, the grin of the moonDuring the changes of it's monthly face**I am in awe**I see the sun on it's twelve-monthly trekAlternately arousing the life in the earthAnd then departure away to allow it to sleepUntil the next spring**I am told the Universe is "out there"Beyond those stars, moon and sun,Yet the power of what I can seeIs a fathoming afar my comprehension**I am in awe**"Out there" no time, no seasons passNo sense of age, hatred or loss existOnly the infinity0f the Universe**What IS "out there"?What IS the Universe that has no end?What IS the power that creates all this?I want to see it too**And then I remember..
Sleep, Dreams, and a Poem
The Incubus' Flash-lightHe looked classified my head And found a dreamHe didn't like-;As I looked back at him, I found an incubus Shinning a light(and stole this poem from him-last night).Thoughts: Dreams and Poetry: in dreams we let go of our inhibitions; in poetry we write them back out.
Three Poems: Dona Leonors Revenge; The Old Moon; Collective Sides [All in Spanish/all in English]
1) Doņa Leonor's Revenge [1627 AD]Rafael Ortiz's fate Was on the plate Of Doņa Leonor'sWhen she arrived In Lima, Peru; To taste revengeFor the beheading Of her husband. And so the plot?was now played out (in an alleyway) As she grief-stricken her trout!In SpanishTranslated by Nancy PenalozaLa leyenda de: La venganza de doņa Leonor (1627 después de cristo)El destino de Rafael Ortiz Estaba sobre el plato De doņa Leonor.
Asha of Darfur [A poem with a commentary by the author]
Asha of DarfurCry, cry-oh hardly 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 diminutive 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!..
Write Your Way to Fame
Have you ever accepted wisdom 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 famed poet? Well the awkward truth is that no one has what it takes to be a illustrious poet. Here's a barely exercise: Name the most eminent contemporary poet you can think of.
A Case of The Fears
Chicken Soup is good for a coldSleep is good for the FluWhen I get a case of the FearsWhat is a being to do?It is not bacteriaAlthough it can eat away my soulIt is not a virusYet, it can keep me from ambiance wholeI know what will do the trick,What will put me back on top,A great big bowl of Ice CreamWill exceedingly hit the spotThat was great and now I am doneOne bowl just won't doIf one is good, then more is greatAnd now I have eaten two.Bowls three, four, five and sixCame and then they wentI think my case of the fears are fixedLook at how my time was spentI am being paid sleepyIt is time to go to bedMy fears are no longer in my stomachNow they are in my headI close my eyes and I can boil Fears I want to killI will do, doesn't matter what it takesTo keep the monsters still.
The Art of Getting Poetic Critique
You can show your poem to your mom, your spouse, your co-workers, or your friends, but you might not get the responses that you can suck up into your a small amount inscription fingers to use in an energy to refine your craft. What does it certainly mean when a celebrity who cares about you, but not for poetry says, "Wow, this is great.
Live For Today...
Isn't that what they say?But what does that mean?There's no characterization that mayanswer that question..
Three Poems: Apparition of the Rocks; Lady from Lima & Bell Ringer of de Copan
Phantom of the Rocks[Huancayo, Peru]Night falls deepUpon the traveler!Low, over the AndesBy Huancayo-;They know a legend,Not of this earth,Where evil lurks(Over Palla-Huarcuan!..
Satirical Poetry About Tony Blair
All Hail.Is your rest home full of aliens, in spite of new cleaning firms, Antenna waving buggies, And eerie crawly germs, Then dont waste a different second, now were into choice spin, Just complain, over and again, and up pops smiley smiley grin.
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