Choices - poetry
You can do and you can be whatever you want. You have the power, and the right, to make the changes.
There are many choices to be made as daily life goes by. There are changes in our world and choices in our lives. There are those who come and those who go. There are those who enrich, and those who drain. There are thoughts which advance our daily grind, and there are thoughts that depress us and bring us down.
Every attempt meeting, every friendship, every love, every amount we make, changes us confidential and out in ways we neither see nor notice until a bit later.
All of a hasty we encounter an old circumstance, but we carry it in a new way a advance way. The choices and the changes we made have caused us to grow, to improve, and we can move on unafraid.
You have one life to live, don't let it count for naught. You have too much to give, Choose to give it!
Copyright 2004 Fran Watson
For more poetry and stories you can go to Fran's webpage http://www. franwatson. ca
The King and Delka & Moiromma: the Cold Earth [Parts 25 and 26]
#25The King and Delka [Split Mawkishness-on Moiromma /Part V]Sickly SentimentalityI have required out friends Only to find rawness Of their passion; And the equivalence Of their vision.Who out there can know My highbrow verve?(Only the long dead)By King Moir I[Of Moiromma]Ah! the directionless outer space come back to his mind as he stands on his circle looking up into he eerie dark.
Three Poems: Liberty, Death, and a Frog [with Commentary on Liberty]
Frog SummerSummer grows hot, for the New-blooded frogs; The bugs are thin, yet the Frogs stay fat, young and sassy. In these palsy times-they Only listen, as we droop away.
The Poets Bend [Three Poems with a review]
The Poet's Corner [Three poem/ see analysis of poetry under the poems]The Poets CondorThe condor fly's Amongst the hillsIn open skies Of San Jerrónimo, Near Huancayo?Forbidding any To near his path-Lest he dare To risk a attack, Near Huancayo!..
In the Mountans of Haiti [A Poem: in English and Spanish]
In the Mountains of Haiti(In the City)-July is a hot month-sweating Poverty out on every street (In Port de Prince); mixingMemory with aspiration causes stirring. Not much rain in Haiti (in 1986); Summer kept us busy, building A checkup clinic, in the mountains?.
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 delicately it darkens Twilight's dunes-; With shake shadows Straight from the moon.
Two Poems, with Metaphoric Language
Says Mr. Dennis Siluk, when asked to assess his poetry somewhat, for he hesitates all the time when I ask him to so; I can tell you.
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 stage in this ongoing trip in Peru, while in Lima, even though the poem concerning: Chan Chan was oriinally happening last year,while at the antediluvian site in Northern Peru, it was just complete 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 hardly dim;Yet the Gorriones keep on swimming Gracefully, swimming, in the wind-Under the Lima sky? .
The Spirits de Copan
Part oneI see them in the skies I hear them in their hells They gossip and they moanAnd never are alone- The Spirits and the Ghouls? The Spirits de Copan!They are gloom in my world Echoes in my dreams A mystery and a force To a cosmic happening! The Spirits and the Ghouls? The Spirits de Copan!..
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 diminutive inscription fingers to use in an crack to refine your craft. What does it especially mean when a celebrity who cares about you, but not for poetry says, "Wow, this is great.
Portrait Of The Artiste As A Young Dog
Emlyn Williams Theatre, Mold, North Wales: 20th February 2003Clwyd Theatr Cymru commemorated the 50th anniversary of the death of the Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) with a superb run of performances by a small but accomplished cast of actors.Described in the programme as "A artificial journey all through the prose inscription of Dylan Thomas", the fabrication was bent by Tim Baker, an Assistant of the Royal Citizen Theatre, who won the Manchester Sundown News Best Visiting Creation award in 1992 for the abundantly applauded To Kill a Mockingbird.
Beautiful Dreamer, Stephen Foster, Americas First Folk Song Writer
"Beautiful Dreamer" was in print by Stephen Advance just ahead of his death in 1864 at age 37. The song became one of his most eminent and most popular.
Poetry in a Nutshell
Poetry is more than just rhyming and prose that is in meters and verse. It is an art form.
Find the Magic
FIND the MAGICFind the Magic As you delivery old burden 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 amiability of a hugFind the Magic As the hardly 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 celebrate in this distinctive wonderFind the Magic As you listen in to the conflicts and Watch in horror And emerge from the water whole and exquisite in a rainbow of colorsFind the Magic, For you are whole once again© 2004 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is an researcher, coach and author. Acquaintance her all through her web site http://www.
JOINEDHeart beat of man pounding - yet unheard joined becomes the beat of a nation.Words of man written - yet unread joined becomes a proclamation.
The Power of Intake Disorders
I want to get closeI am afraid.Afraid of what you might see.
No one be supposed to have to beg or crawl ahead of humanity. No one ought to have to design to gain philanthropy.
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 desolation and admiration if you're okayMy life is empty devoid of you I wish time would take away the pain but the ache in my heart persists and my austere hopes seem in vainI accomplish how much I hurt you and now I know it's too late to tell you how sorry I am and assume you not to hateI don't deserve a back up ability to show you how much I care when you desired me the most I know I botched to be thereNow your trust in me is gone ceaselessly and I will never have the attempt to say I certainly hope your dreams come true and happiness finds you every dayI would give just about something in life if I could go back to that day and erase all I said and did to make your despair go awayWhat hurts the most is this is what you didn't say and the deficiency of these words haunt me each and every day..
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 be a consequence 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.
Growing hurts sometimes; saying goodbye to friends, to effects you've known and done to clothes you sought after to do. Growing heals sometimes the traumatized dreams and hopes of a life you once knew leading you to a new comprehension of yourself.
Anne Bradstreet, To My Dear and Loving Husband, A Discussion
"To My Dear and Loving Husband" was printed by America's first female poet, the Puritan, Anne Bradstreet. In fact, Anne Bradstreet is one of only a handful of female American poets at some point in the first 200 years of America's history.
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