Risk - poetry
Do not be frightened to shine. This world needs what you have to give. Open up the areas of your being; expose them to physically - to others. You are valuable. You are unique. You have much to give. Do not be scared to give it.
As we risk ourselves, we grow. Each new come across is a risk: we can try, and maybe fail, and as a result, grow - or hold back and stagnate.
You have the aptitude to be whatever thing you want to be! You are free to choose. You are imperfect only by your fears. Let your dreams take over, fly with the eagles, soar into life, the world is behind you for you!
Copyright 1987 Fran Watson
This poem was chosen to be built-in the Motivational Poems at Words of Wisdom 4U.
For more poetry and stories you can go to Fran's webpage http://www. franwatson. ca
Four Poems: Two for the Devil, Two for Peru
Here is some witty poetry (not sure if that is the appropriate word: witty, but it will do): one poem on the Aztec year 2012, a year that has been in the public's eye quite a lot; one on cloning, and the biblical end time events--which, if I may add seems ripe for the monster actions that are said to take place; and two poems big business with some tradtions of Peru; one imparticular, on vacationing, where not to go; all the makings for some thought.Aztec BabyOn December 25, 2012 AD The Devil had an idea- He'd clone himself In the form of a baby; Called the Antichrist.
Passion and Poetry, and Life
Ironically, the passion that can counteract the nausea for difficulties depends on the crack to overcome these difficulties. The irony resides in the circularity of this assumption - which applies to all areas of activity, counting poetry: One must make the endeavor to overcome difficulties to do accomplishment and feel capable, and one needs this achievement and affection to have a passion for building this effort.
Three Poems and Paradise Lost [One for Hell, One for Heaven one for an Inca King]
The White 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 able of producing; And upon death, Back into the Abyss They melt!.
Catherine Daly reviews Antidotes for an Alibi
Amy King Antidotes for an Alibi BlazeVox Books ISBN 0-9759227-5-0 2005These poems read to me like poetry versions of flash fiction. Now, I like flash fiction very much, but I like the more fabulistic kind.
Ceasar Vallejo: Black Roses [In English and Spanish]
Cesar Vallejo: Black RosesBow down your head ol' poet- To face God's grace ahead There are no more trenchesTo dig today? In the afforest of your head,So-: Bow down, bow down,Ol' barbaric poet! Death rides the horse ahead I hear the crackling of a whip See the wild eyes of death.He directive you to his den- The devil and his wind,So-: Bow down, bow down Your blood marked brows He will take you to the edge.
Black Blood, in Jeremiahs Vines - A Poem and an Article
Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines [A Dream Poem]And I heard the crackling of wood, and I noticed the Lord God had made men of wood, and fire came from his mouth.Then the wind poured its grief upon us-over our sins; and I heard the words for the seventh time, "Go to the mountains!"Foolish associates of this land pray and understand-for He cometh! Thereof, toss manually to thy knees, for the roar of disobedient men will bleed: black blood, because of the vines of Jeremiah.
I Saw the Universe
I can see the indigo blue of the skiesOr the navy 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 once a year trekAlternately arousing the life in the earthAnd then loss 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 clear of 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..
A World That Doesnt Care
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land. Hurricanes may devastate and leave us completely bare.
The Gaul of La Laguna de Paca
Part OneI tell you a legend of long ago Of the cadaverous city of La Laguna de Paca, (Where I had met a drawn out ghost) Within this area of Huancayo--Peru; Truth lies, but only the soul knows.Part TwoSo the legend goes, of long ago: During the rising of the full moon The Mermaid of La Laguna de Paca, appears And to the adjoining towns folks, she echoes.
So many looked to you for inspiration,Unlikely hero for the wheelchair nation.Proudly you fought and arrogantly you believed,Everyone loved you Christopher Reeve.
You can do and you can be whatever you want. You have the power, and the right, to make the changes.
Two Poems with Triggers [and a commentary]
So Many Einstein'sThe break of day mist, insists there is a God. The earth ashes faithful to its orbit.
Kafka lands resurrected in Crewe deposited by a shiny alien craft, And even as he is wondering what to do He is asked to show his pass Or pay an instantaneous one off fine At a cash distributor of his choice And they are read-through all the time On his irises face and voice.And of classes they find that he is not, They determine he just cannot be there, Although he seems as if he is visible, And has hands and toes and hair, If he is not on the Great Data Bank, He plainly and easily cannot be, He is not programmed and he is not ranked He is clearly not like you and me.
I am not the one I was ahead of yesterday.I cannot go back.
There are many times I set up barriers and walls, invisible if you come too close, And then you hit them.You amazement what happened.
The Plane from Iquitos [1959-Part One]
Iquitos & the Amazon Part OneIt was December 2, l959, I was meeting on a small prop-plane departure Iquitos, Peru for a trip down the Amazon concerning 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 involving to the river].
Life is a Fantasy
LIFE IS A FANTASY!A pink-eyed rabbit, fuzzy whiteHops in bedrooms packed with frightA child of six with much to knowHer father's basest feelings showShe knows of LOVE, only because of himHe satisfies his every whimHe leaves, she wipes himfrom her chin!Her look after NEEDS to see the bestHe answered her God requestTo have a roof to comfort bringA yard where all the birdies singTell me how she could especially knowWhat basis for erudition could she go?Her protect consistently beaten if not worseThe cycle of violence - a woman's curseConflicting visions, dependenciesOne can continue many idiosyncrasiesShe could not make him defendant beDenial, avoidance? she disbelievesThe rabbit hides beneath tall trees.At thirteen a step-grandfatha'Finds a well-trained girl that oughta'Do what athletic men requestNever calculating what is bestAnd run away she does at lastFreedom can be such a 'blast'A rabbit's foot upon a chainThe FANTASY her 'safe' domainHow long in life must it remain?To care for her from these menWho at all times for her lips, do 'yen'A state trooper in Tennessee Like every other man does see Her lips so full and juicy red Through the bars, not in a bed.
Lamenting Poetic Moods [six Poems]
Advance: in Mr. Siluk's poetry one finds symbolist values, deep impressions; verbal magic and even childish jingles; at times the all the rage 8-syllable verse (ballad metre).
You make me smile like I've seldom done before You give me a reason to want more and more..
The Dead God of Copan (in English and Spanish)
English VersionAnd the Death God said: "Let it rise to its glory in the Rio Valley-for a season; then let it be gone, we shall call it Copan?"Prologue: Empires come and go, liken to cosmic events, or the storms about the world: Atlantis, Mu, Greece, Persia, Rome, the Inca Nation, and even the great Maya heroic times of Copan, in Focal America. All came and all left, one way or another; now just dust and artifacts in the spiral of time.
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