A happiness poem - poetry
If a happiness poem could bring forth a smile,
If my ears could hear my cpu screen,
My grand piano types for my eyes not my tongue
But what of my eyes? Don't they shine?
The pen is mightier than the sword,
The feelings I sense and the senses I feel
My ears and my nose linger at rest.
But if this happiness poem could make my mouth smile,
About The Author
David Leonhardt first available this happiness poem in A Daily Dose of Happiness at http://TheHappyGuy. com/daily-happiness-free-ezine. html. Read his friendship poem at http://TheHappyGuy. com/friendship-poem. html
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 consider 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.
Walt Whitman, Romance With a Stranger
The conception of brief encounters, even romantic encounters, with a stranger recurs often in the verses of Walt Whitman.Take, for example, these lines from one of the inscriptions that Whitman wrote to his 1860 magazine of Plants of Grass.
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, in theMantaro Valley county of Peru, Isolated, secluded, tranquil, is the littlevillage of San Jerónimo. Near the village, here lay the fruitful valleywith bent-grass, and huge Mountains stretching northbound,And banner towards the ocean's coast.
Four Poems: Grendels Nature...the Racetrack...Counting days...[Now in English and Spanish]
English Version1) Grendel's DivorceYou must know that I do not hateAnd that I hate you, Because the whole lot dead has twoSides; A sound is one arm of the quiet, Ice has its warm half.I hate you in order to start hating you To begin life again And never to stop hating you: That is why I do not hate you yet.
The Business of Copan [In English and Spanish]
English VersionThe Mercantile of Copan [480 AD]Advance: The ballgame at the Honduras square 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 next of kin of Quetzal Macaw, and here is where the story begins.
Since Youve Been Gone...
My life has changedin so so many waysIt seems to all the time bein a state of disarray..
I Shall Wait...
I Shall Wait..
Do you ever stare at the paper, ahead of you for poetic inspiration? Well, you can stop behind you and start using systematic techniques for creating poetry. If it seems too mechanical or fake at first, don't worry.
The Lull of Nightfall [Over Mantaro Valley] In English and Spanish
Twilight, was now beginning. As forthe sun, it was down-down over the Mantaro Valley of Peru.
Ed Gallagher Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept.
Two Poems on the Traditions of Peru [in English and Spanish]
Atahualpa's Game [Peruvian]Sometimes, it's not wise To share your wisdom ---as did, Atahualpa (The Inca King) in the Game of chess; thereafter, He was condemned to death.6/6/05 #713Note: Atahualpa, was the most illustrious of the Inca Kings, in the 16th century of Peru, I do relieve, and was held for money by the Spaniards.
Mother, I Dont Mind The Pain
I am among those who know that one never recovers from the loss of one greatly loved. We come to acknowledge the death and change our lives - fairly begrudingly, but we do not recover, we survive.
I never belief 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 eternally -There was no other way For me to face actuality Or pretend to be okay I had no hypothesis -Of how hard it would be To in reality let go Of this huge part of me? Not tomorrow or ever -Will my life be the same Exclusive of 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 huge hole classified of meNor come close to remedial My heart and soul that Seem to be air Lost, numb and empty-Completely hollow? Like I have nonentity left To exceedingly adhere to - Because of 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 Since she had to know Just how very exclusive -And truly blessed I felt to have her as my ally She was the best Lacking a doubt -My Grannio gave me More than anyone Will ever certainly see? It was an assumed -Kind of love That came with no situation And went far above The customary caringAnd be an average of aid For a grandchild - Or ancestors of any sort She gave more of herselfTo me than a person In my life ever will Minion could have done What she did for meWith so much devotion, Complete honesty And true emotion? Her allegiance was -Sincerely constant I achieve so much Now that I'm crying - And wishing thatI had just one more day To spend property her hand And annoying 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 earnestly Given 20 years of my life To have her purely Be here tomorrow -I cannot describe The way I feel today Or how much I pain Is classified of me -That will never go away No be of importance how much time passes I know this ache will stay With me forever?Just as her exclusive touch Will continually be with me And mean so very much - To me and my son?Jakob Thomas Her "BabyDoll" And I agree To never not remember -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.
Two Poems with Triggers [and a commentary]
So Many Einstein'sThe dawn mist, insists there is a God. The earth cadaver faithful to its orbit.
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 doubling them.
Lifes Too Short
Time goes by to quickly to hold your feelings inside Especially when their so strong even if they don't abide..
Never Ever More
Once upon a midnight dreary, coffee cold and apparition bleary, all night sat there copy COBOL, coding allot athwart the bed sheets, changing language rules for the mainframe, having tartan my final line, I took the floppy from the drive.Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command, but there below my effectuation, appeared the cryptic communication, "Abort, Retry, Ignore" and nonentity more.
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 citizens of this land pray and understand-for He cometh! Thereof, toss by hand to thy knees, for the roar of insubordinate men will bleed: black blood, by means of the vines of Jeremiah.
In The Midst Of All
In the midst of darkness, there is light. In the midst of evil, there is virtue.
Opposites Do Catch the attention of Quite Well
When I am climbing up, you are stepping down. When I wear a smile, you wear a frown.
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