Im sorry mom! a mothers day poem - poetry
Mother's Day Poetry,
I'm Sorry Mom!
I'm sorry for the troubles
When I was young and emergent up,
So I attention that I could show you now,
But I haven't done to well at that,
I'd like to show you now,
Copyright Laurie Meade 1989-2005 All Constitutional rights Reserved
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It Was Not Me
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Tale of the: Old Huntsman and the Blond Hare [In SPANISH and English now]
There once lived an old man and his goodwife On the edge of the thick of the woods; They lived in an old run-down shack For forty-years and some. The old man hunted for his living, And his wife sewed on her lap.
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Feelings, O How Glorious!
Sometimes we feel hard-pressed, Our backs adjacent to the wall; Sometimes we feel lightheaded, As if we are going to fall.Sometimes we feel fierce anger At those who abuse guns; Sometimes we feel ashamed Of how we treat God's a small amount ones.
Passion and Poetry, and Life
Ironically, the passion that can deactivate 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, as well as poetry: One must make the crack to overcome difficulties to do achievement and feel capable, and one needs this achievement and ambiance to have a passion for building this effort.
A World That Doesnt Care
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land. Hurricanes may devastate and leave us completely bare.
Rhymes of an Artillery Man [Vietnam War: 1971]
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Three Poems: Dona Leonors Revenge; The Old Moon; Customary 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 devastated 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.
The Plane from Iquitos [1959-Part One]
Iquitos & the Amazon Part OneIt was December 2, l959, I was meeting on a small prop-plane goodbye 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 constantly 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].
Contract of Death [Now: in SPANISH and English]
Contract of DeathI heard today, the monk say: "Daniel has warned us long ago, Of the trials and troubles we Are now facing, with our foes?"He says the 'Antichrist' was now In Europe crying: 'peace,' and the 'Axis of Evil,' had previously placed Hidden Atomic Russian weaponsUnder our feet, here in the good Ole heart of the United States; 'Palestine's cry for peace,' he adds, Is a biased Gun for Revelation 3:10;America. A 'Contract for Death,' Is what he called it.
AFRICA (to africans in diaspora)africa here i come, africa africa of the black soul the soul of an antique civilization the civilization of your timid tribes.its your voice i hear africa your voice of the discussion drums your beaded drums and the royal trumpeter the metal gong of your town crieri have come to see your music dance i have heard of your eternal minstrels have i not heard of your alternation hips! i have heard an adequate amount and have come to watch wouldn't you dance for me africaafrica here i come africa would you not show me to your tribes the timid tribes of your sickly tongues the miscellaneous tongues of your honest menafrica, black soul africa tell me about your gods your gods of the sky and of the nurse earth your gods of the hills and of the rivers aboundshow me to your kings africa your kings of the antediluvian dynasty the antediluvian era of rusted spear and shield africa, here i come africaHEAVENLY GUESTheavenly guest heralding thunderously in its own awake pelting on men as well, the gods gathering itself drop by drop.
Caught in the Arms of ED
YOU MIGHT THINK I AM STRONGI THINK YOU GOT IT WRONGI LIVE LIFE DAY TO DAYHOPING IT WILL GO MY WAYI HAVE MY Acquaintances AND MY FOOD PLANMY Psychoanalyst AND MY THOUGHTSMY Bring to bear AND MY EXCITEMENTTHEN Amazing HAPPENS AND I GET CAUGHTCAUGHT IN THE ARMS OF EDTURNING MY EYES AWAYFROM MY FOCUS TO WIN THE FIGHTTHAT I Attention WAS GOING TO STAY.HE TELLS ME THAT I AM SELFISHTHAT I Must DOUBT MY EVERY MOVEONE Close I AM HAPPYDO I HAVE A RIGHT TO FEEL THIS GOOD?DOUBTING MY Concentration AND CONFIDENCEAS ED At all times KNEW I WOULDI AM Down INCHES About MY WAISTAND MY PANTS ARE Lessening OFFI SEE THE FACE OF ED IN MY HEADAS HE BEGINS TO LAUGH AND SCOFFYOU THINK YOU ARE GOING STRONGYOU THINK YOU GOT ME BEATLET ME SEE YOU LOSE EVEN MOREYOU WILL SEE THAT YOU WERE WRONG.
Spell of the Andes: (in English and Spanish)
Note: in black and white 4-15-05, while dynamic all the way through the Andes of Peru, from Huancayo to Lima. I sensed I was but an ant, among the mass of stone, earth and plant life of this enchanting, and long-term landscape.
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Poet Stephen B. Wiley's first book of poetry, Hero Island, reflects tender snapshots and reminiscent overviews of a range of stages of his life as a teenager functioning on a farm in New Jersey, summer vacations spent with his breed in Northern Vermont, and his assured stance on life.
The Man Who Could Not Say Sorry For His Sins
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Burning Autumn Plants [a poem in Spanish and English]
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The Business of Copan [In English and Spanish]
English VersionThe Trade of Copan [480 AD]Advance: The ballgame at the Honduras quad in Copan, the year was 480 AD, Copan's 3rd ruler, Mat Head, whom succeeded Quetzal Macaw, whom was the come to nothing of the city is now the new ruler. Mat Head, was a female, the partner of Quetzal Macaw, and here is where the story begins.
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Wars, air of AmbiguityDedicated to 1st. Lt.
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