Here and there - poetry
My eyes opened.
But, I agree to here.
Here, I am able to hope for there.
You analysis with me my assignment here
I admit I do from time to time admiration about
Well, I am awake and ready
Which there I go to.
You positioned me in time here,
You speak with me daily
Thank you Lord
Rev. Saundra L. Washington, D. D. , is an fated clergywoman, communal worker, and Come to grief of AMEN Ministries. http://www. clergyservices4u. org. She is also the biographer of two chocolate table books: Room Beneath the Snow: Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances: Homilies that Teach. Her new book, Out of Deep Waters: My Grief Management Workbook, will be obtainable soon.
Since Youve Been Gone...
My life has changedin so so many waysIt seems to continually bein a state of disarray..
I Shall Wait...
I Shall Wait..
Expressing an Emotion - The Art of Journalism Poetry
Writing poetry is an art, a way of expression, judgment gist in few words. A air of passion flowing out onto the pages, words that flow into each other and yet definite the inner most belief and feelings of those who read the words.
Man Unbowed [A poem]
Man UnbowedUnbowed by sin, the world of man, stands Upon his feet he gapes into the sky, The coldness of centuries inside his eyes, And in his heart the curse of the old world. Who made him dead to love and God? A thing that breathes only for wants and needs, With a lack of emotion, a brother to the fox? Who tightened and hard-pressed up his rough brow? (To make him look so grand, so proud-so tall.
Writing Innovative Poetry
Writing innovative poetry, the kind of poetry that decent literary journals publish, entails aware faithfully what each word of a poem does to the reader. A good poem be supposed to be evocative, skillful, and cohesive, but ahead of attempting to hone these attributes, a ability poet ought to be educated of the a number of forms and attributes of contemporary poetry.
The Time Has Come and Buzzing
Most of my poems are in black and white late at night, often, as this one was, after I have curved out the illumination to go to sleep. It seems that is the time when I am most creative.
To My Friend, With Love
All is still; all quiet; The world seems to be at peace. My soul is singing its metrical melody And I'm led like in a abstraction to write its tunes.
Im Sorry Mom! A Mothers Day Poem
Mother's Day Poetry,I'm Sorry Mom!I'm sorry for the troubles And the qualms I brought you. I'm sorry for my mistakes, I didn't mean to make you blue.
"I heard what you said, Red. Yet, I have to disagree.
Three Poems: The Monkey Man of Lima, Plus Two More
What Hides at the back the Minute?What hides at the back of the minute? It seems, no one actually knows; How many times will we wakeup, To count the action gone?The rose was dead when I arrived; The sword, was rusty and dull; The casement curtain was open, And there was music in the hall.Oh lovely minute, where art thou? One, is not like the other-: Whirling in an everyday orbit, As the ceaseless world discovers.
Do not be fearful to shine. This world needs what you have to give.
In The Midst Of All
In the midst of darkness, there is light. In the midst of evil, there is virtue.
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 admire 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.
Listen as I Share: WE
You speak simple, completley understandable justifications I abide by them, accept you, honor what you tell me and even despite the fact that I know where you're appearance from, I just sought after to share with you, let you hear: my heart..
The Gaul of La Laguna de Paca
Part OneI tell you a legend of long ago Of the deep-set city of La Laguna de Paca, (Where I had met a drawn out ghost) Within this county 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 close towns folks, she echoes.
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 development the life in the earthAnd then evaporation 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 ahead 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..
Walt Whitman, Romance With a Stranger
The belief 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 copy of Trees of Grass.
The Plane from Iquitos [1959-Part One]
Iquitos & the Amazon Part OneIt was December 2, l959, I was session on a small prop-plane exit Iquitos, Peru for a trip down the Amazon en route 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 at all times 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].
Chan Chan and The Gorriones (Two Poems in English and Spanish)
The next 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, though the poem concerning: Chan Chan was oriinally on track last year,while at the antediluvian site in Northern Peru, it was just completed 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 barely dim;Yet the Gorriones keep on swimming Gracefully, swimming, in the wind-Under the Lima sky? .
Review Of Stephen B. Wileys First Book Of Poetry: HERO ISLAND
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 kid operational on a farm in New Jersey, summer vacations spent with his category in Northern Vermont, and his activist stance on life.
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