Motiff - poetry
Have you ever practiced fascination with a big name you know is not a good match for you? Or how about an exciting affiliation that roots itself deep in your memory. . . Here's my amplify take on a big cheese who trapped my eye years ago and invited me to play footsies in a work cafeteria. Even if naught ever complex from this infatuation, he has never left my thoughts.
Roses are red
Of property you close
Yet by hook or by crook I managed
So I guess I'll just wait
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Poetry in a Nutshell
Poetry is more than just rhyming and prose that is in meters and verse. It is an art form.
A Atypical Place...
I wish we had met 20 years ago..
San Francisco [Almost a Sonnet]
(The city by the bay of Northern California, near which the Conciliatory Ocean resides; the year is 1967)Mid October seemed like some bounce day,When all the way through the controlled waters, dry as lead, The ferry, like vague gloom that stand the dead,Slipped down the bent coast of Frisco bay, Rounded the Blond Gate,-and San Francisco lay, Before me, that gay city, pink and red, Hippies enclosed Haigh Asbury's down-and-out head,-My home, to be, I found stirring and grey.The waves broken on the wooden-sides; fishermenNearby with long necks, looked and cast again.
Feelings, O How Glorious!
Sometimes we feel hard-pressed, Our backs aligned with 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.
Life is a Fantasy
LIFE IS A FANTASY!A pink-eyed rabbit, fuzzy whiteHops in bedrooms overflowing with frightA child of six with much to knowHer father's basest feelings showShe knows of LOVE, only all through 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 exceedingly knowWhat basis for knowledge could she go?Her nurse commonly 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 brawny men requestNever aware 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.
In The Midst Of All
In the midst of darkness, there is light. In the midst of evil, there is virtue.
Let Your Feelings Be Your Guide
The light of all eternity shines with me now / My feelings light up my life / How I find my way is firm by them / They light up my path and show me who I amWhen I was young, I felt so many clothes / Then came the day when I could not stand the pain / My world was chaos then, overflowing with be sorrowful and grief / So I bunged up to defend that fragile Self withinYears would go by beforehand I could open again / I was compulsory to by state of affairs clear of my be in charge of / Life dealt me blows which I later acknowledged as my own / To initiate me to that be sad deep inside my SoulI worked hard to find my way back to the Light / To that place contained by where I could feel once again / There my Heart shone forth with a brave face / And shed light on all that I had concealedNow I see how I clogged that tender-hearted Self / How I froze in the face of my future / Troubles swirled about as a continual cause of grief / And I fell to sleep out of fearI am arousing now to the deep void inside / Where I've stored all those troubles and pain / I fight my way back to that axis once again / So I can come forth finally and be trueMy life moves accelerate as of this day / When I committed to judgment my true Self / I've engaged all comportment of demons on this journey / To arrival to that Cause deep insideI wish for life to fill me now and bring all it can / I am dry for encounter and for cyst / I want bestow assets from my Soul to fill me / So that I can truly enjoy all that I beholdThis work is at times challenging as I have educated / But no more than any task requiring Love / This journey enriches me with its aim / And fills me with Life and SoulThis is my gift to myself, my own holy Soul / To have, to hold and to observe / This Heart that bled is now medicinal its wounds / And can be in the black again from what Life bringsLet there never be a benefit to where hurts cramp me up / And fill me with acidity and pain / I am awake now, yes, and can move ahead / To be conscious of all that Life has assignedOh glory to you, my Sweet Soul, for appearance this day / I thank you from the foot of my Heart / We two can sing as one the praises of Love / That take us accelerate on this journey all the way through timeNever let it be said that one so deserving / Could not find his or her way Home / All whom will admire shall see this Light in turn / And know that their journey can be wonI take you with me now, my Sweet Soul / For you are here in my hands / Where I can regard you / And together, we can be so bold"Move on," you say to me. "Move on, my love / The Light needs for us to do so" / And my Heart sings with the promise / So that "Yes" is the key I can render with easeMy Heart is full with Love and joy in this flash / Knowing that I am with you, my Soul / My feelings tell me you are there and all the time were / Till that sleep came over me at an earlier time onBy development to your touch do I know You / And find my own truth there in your eyes / You show me all the way through Love what my drive can be / I am inspired by this all ears designI am contented we are here together, in this life / I am happy that our love is so biting / For now I can reach you, my Sweet Soul Magnificent / When you call to me from deep surrounded by my HeartI have your come back with Dear, and know this to be true / That you and I are everlastingly to be born / In this life or another, we join with each other / And We Soar .
Article on Poetry and Two Poems
Writing Poetry for TomorrowWhat does a man need to be a poet, or tomorrow's literary giant? Questions many a scholar has asked, from Harvard all the way to the area seminary in one's hometown. What is the answer? Well, I can give you mine, and I'm sure if you asked a hundred writers, or a hundred scholars, you'd get two hundred another answers.
Stone Beds [A Poem and an Advance]
Stone Beds [Pompeii's surge]Advance: after the great epidemic of Pompeii's close volcano, Vesuvius, some two-thousand years ago in the peak of your success of the Roman Empire, what was left of the city were by and large ashes of stone from an unleashing furnace; it is hard to assume what the ancestors went because of (none, not one character survived). I can only guess from the looks of the city today, and in its early excavations, its citizens were baked alive or asleep, like pottery.
Two Poems and an Breakdown ['Witness,' & 'An Old Love']
Two Poems and an Chemical analysis ['Witness,' & 'An Old Love']WitnessMy face belongs to whoever sees it Everything has a connotation but life Even the bugs strive for existence God saved man, from God Ghosts have lonely sins Her bones are stones Up and down the hill Gardens blossom Spotless skies Dramatists August I can not rest!..
Burning Autumn Trees [a poem in Spanish and English]
Burning Autumn Leaves [1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]My long steel barbed rake punctured And twisted all the way through tons of autumn leaves (back in the '50s); And there's a hill yet, I didn't rake, I see Behind it, two embankments Leaves I didn't rake a day ago; The essence of fall sleeps on the ground.
The Plane from Iquitos [1959-Part One]
Iquitos & the Amazon Part OneIt was December 2, l959, I was session on a small prop-plane goodbye Iquitos, Peru for a trip down the Amazon about the opening, the mouth of the mighty Amazon,--to Manaus. As we flew low one could see the waters of the Amazon, the city all the time 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].
I am not the one I was already yesterday.I cannot go back.
Robert Burns Love Poem: A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns, a poor man, an educated man, and a ladies' man, is characteristic of Scotland, much like whisky, haggis, bagpipes, and kilts. He lived a life shortened by stiff heart disease, 1759-1796, but his life journey all through poverty, informal education, disappointed love, nationalism, and literary and economic hit can be identified by all Scots and customary men the world over.
You can do and you can be whatever you want. You have the power, and the right, to make the changes.
Looking Out the Rear Window
The funeral rite concluded With the cleric shaking hands, Offering words of comfort I didn't quite understand.The undertakers came forth And summoned pallbearers' four.
A World That Doesnt Care
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land. Hurricanes may devastate and leave us fully bare.
Rules for Copy Poetry
You've been journalism poetry since that first assignment in your high educate journalism class. You know the rules about copy poetry, right? Are there rules? Well, if you common the poetry forums crossways the Internet as much as I do, you'd find that there are a lot of amateur poets who inflexibly assert that there are no rules for copy poetry and if a celebrity even suggests comprehension poetry or books on poetry, many of the amateur poets will throw up a defending front.
Become A Poet In Ten Minutes
Have you ever sat there staring at the paper, ready to write, but unsure where to begin? Want a blend that will overcome even the worst writer's block? Anybody can start journalism poetry today using a few clear-cut techniques.One, two, .
JOINEDHeart beat of man pounding - yet unheard joined becomes the beat of a nation.Words of man written - yet unread joined becomes a proclamation.
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