A another place... - poetry
I wish we had met 20 years ago. . . A another place, a assorted time when I in fact had a attempt for you to be mine. . .
Although we cannot change what brought us as one today, I don't know why it is so hard for me to think about under your own steam away. . .
From you and from us. . . even with the obstacles that stand in the way of our accidental to befit amazing more than just former times -
I have faith in in love at first site as silly as it sounds. . . I never essentially realized that that until you came around. . .
With your clearly identifiable smile, quick wit and flattery like the devilish look in your eyes whenever you see me. . .
I know it's real and I know I'm not alone in atmosphere so strongly that you'll never be gone. . .
Entirely from my life no be important what it takes for you and me to be together I think we'll constantly make. . .
Up a analyze to see each other, an apology to avoidance to be as one anywhere any time - we will do
What we feel we need to be with one another Regardless of how short our time is together. . .
The attribute in moments between you and me is a touch most people only dream they will see. . .
Once in this lifetime. . . No affair how late when love like ours arrives It has to be FATE. . .
I accepted wisdom I had lived before I met you but the truth is I honestly had no clue. . .
About what love means or how it's aimed to be. . . I complete for less, for men who were not good to me.
I thank God for you even if we have to secretly date for a new 20 years. . . I know it will be worth the wait. . .
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A World That Doesnt Care
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land. Hurricanes may devastate and leave us fully bare.
Never Ever More
Once upon a midnight dreary, coffee cold and ability to see bleary, all night sat there copy COBOL, coding allotment athwart the bed sheets, changing grammar for the mainframe, having check 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 nil more.
Rules for Inscription Poetry
You've been copy poetry since that first assignment in your high educate inscription class. You know the rules about characters poetry, right? Are there rules? Well, if you go to regularly the poetry forums crosswise 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 journalism poetry and if a big name even suggests appraisal poetry or books on poetry, many of the amateur poets will throw up a defending front.
JOINEDHeart beat of man pounding - yet unheard joined becomes the beat of a nation.Words of man written - yet unread joined becomes a proclamation.
The Exit Poems [Iron and Fire & No Heroes]
The Exit Poems [And Socrates]Iron and FireIron can be allay by fire- grows hard in the cold; and all the gates therein are, as it was, congested again. So, often are those misled? by luxury and pride, who push meekness aside-: thus, deliverance their vanity and perfection their virtue? and in the end, they all collided.
Find the Magic
FIND the MAGICFind the Magic As you circulate old burden Come out of hiding And see the starsFind the Magic As you expose the pain Let the tears flow And find beauty in your bodyFind the Magic As you scream from the beating Run from the threats And feel the amiability of a hugFind the Magic As the barely girl is silenced Told she is too smart for her own good And she finds her place of honor as she speaks her mindFind the Magic As the ghosts creep into dream Haunt your daily life And you meet them at the crossroads and move onFind the Magic As you drift out of your body, avoiding the anger Observe the separation And you join the body temple once again to be glad in this inimitable wonderFind the Magic As you snoop to the conflicts and Watch in horror And emerge from the water whole and charming in a rainbow of colorsFind the Magic, For you are whole once again© 2004 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is an researcher, educator and author. Commerce her because of her web site http://www.
"I heard what you said, Red. Yet, I have to disagree.
Ambiguity and Abstraction in Bob Dylan's Lyrics
To many citizens contemporary poetry is a turn-off. The aim for this is that the adulthood of these poems are boring.
Four Poems: Crop of Beside yourself Cattle [Katrinas Pathway]
Four Poems: Katrina's PathwayHarvest of Annoyed Horses ((Dedicated to: Katrina)) crisis)It has happened before: Nearby and afar, Where the four-horses of Apocalypse With their blazing nostrils Breathed in the fury of the winds Only to vomit out, disaster; - Then galloped away, Against pale faces!..
Welcome to the Town of Feeling
Happy, Sad, Mad and Glad, Moved in down the streetCautious watched them, from her window, Wondering, which one must I meet?Confused came in with overwhelmed and said, "The Panics have come to town"Then Hopeful called the carefulls, And said that Happy was a clown.Anxious came in with the news, Confident had called a town meetingTo take a vote for Mayor, And to Appreciated the new neighbors to Feeling.
Publishing Your Poetry
If you are critical about considering your work in print by honest publishers, there are a few points you must consider. First of all and most obviously, you need to affect if you have poetry worth publishing.
To My Friend, With Love
All is still; all quiet; The world seems to be at peace. My soul is singing its cadenced melody And I'm led like in a abstraction to write its tunes.
The Plane from Iquitos [1959-Part One]
Iquitos & the Amazon Part OneIt was December 2, l959, I was meeting on a small prop-plane exit 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 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].
Little Girl from Huancayo [a poem/in English and Spanish]
Little girl from HuancayoDo you really, actually know? Just how fast those feet will grow,On the streets of Huancayo.Little girl with jumping jacksOn the street, looking back; Back to see whose inspection her,A a small amount boy with a bird.
Two Poems and a Short Story
1)dying in the bar [sluggishly]yet, I would crawl too upto the bar, it was everything, the dampness the imprinted wood the zoned-out-ness in my head dreaming; it was develop than death? then I took a new drink?so many I never moved much, like dead fish. my head split like an ass it was numb and, nonentity else numbness was my homeacross the street, dancing on the patio the moon was out.
Poetry in a Nutshell
Poetry is more than just rhyming and prose that is in meters and verse. It is an art form.
Because of You
You are to me my lifeline my security. That scares me.
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 Links AND MY FOOD PLANMY Counselor 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 Be supposed to DOUBT MY EVERY MOVEONE Diminutive I AM HAPPYDO I HAVE A RIGHT TO FEEL THIS GOOD?DOUBTING MY Depth AND CONFIDENCEAS ED Continually KNEW I WOULDI AM Bringing up the rear 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.
Hindu Poet - Kamalakanta
Kamalakanta was born in Burdwan India in the late 18th Century. From an early age he spoken an appeal in holiness and later in life Kamalakanta conventional commencement into Tantric Yoga from a Tantric yogi named Kenaram Bhattacharya.
Two Poems: Black Poncho, and Spirits of de Copan [in English and Spanish]
English Version12) Black Poncho(of Saint Cosme Hill, by Lima, Peru)Lost in the grottos of Peru- By the hills of Huancayo Black Cape was given A treasure of gold?; By none other than, Demonic goblins!?in the form of blazing fruit; Hence, Black Cape fooled The goblins of oldBy using his cloak to pull The scorching fair fruit Through the Andes to Lima, Peru!?Henceforward, he was swindled By a jeweler of dire repute. Thus, his life altered (as so often they do); And now he lives with: Thirty-five dogs, on San Cosme Hill.
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