Lifes too short - poetry
Time goes by to quickly
By all the acknowledged rules
Why you didn't act
The first time I saw you
I do not be apologetic our choices
Elated and alive
Breathtaking and consuming
Right into my soul
To think of my world
With me like a glove
Familiar and so natural
Together for a lifetime
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Memoirs of a Wastelands Rim [a Poem: now in Spanish and English]
Memoirs of a Wasteland's RimIt still was light when she paused at the wasteland's rim- Over, the rim rest like a sleeping brute, a stiff frame Adjacent to the blue where early stars hung like oil lamps Hanging from old beams and shade?the inexpressive frame Her balance immovable the beams, as she had fallen onto it Alone, she watched the forenoon, climbing about her A hobo woman, apparent by life, and aslant dreams With development of hurt and molded muscle on her face Her amount engraved adjacent to the inexpressive frame, She tried to jump, and lost her balance, lynching like a bird Now sipping the gloom in the ledge and traumatized hopes She yielded ahead of the listless development of sunset Blood dripped, with her dying darkness And a red moon hurled a flame across The dim clouds, burning during the sky The littered sky above her?Crossing the valley's floor her eye obsessed it Rocky images, chief points Thrusting herself up bravely from to the ledge The painted break of day blushed over the rim Her brows and nose, face aligned with the sandstone stone Massive injuries was captivating form, Her line hovering so languidly crosswise the sun It was too great a task-to die alone?she wished now She had not jumped?a thousand feet below, yet to go. Too much for any woman in a lost world Out of the weak wood her mind had peace; She knew soon it would all be over-alas Mute and protesting adjacent to life's uselessness A narrow path lay below her lean body Between death and attainment, a careless foot The rocks beneath her weakening, she plunged Plunged to her death, in the monument hands of the valley Thinking of it, as she fell, idea with a smiled, Saying, looking up-dead ahead of her echoes: 'Time is short?time is short?time is short!' When they found her, her face was courageous of falling.
The Art of In receipt of Poetic Critique
You can show your poem to your mom, your spouse, your co-workers, or your friends, but you might not get the responses that you can suck up into your diminutive journalism fingers to use in an crack to refine your craft. What does it actually mean when a big cheese who cares about you, but not for poetry says, "Wow, this is great.
Walt Whitman, Romance With a Stranger
The idea 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 Last King of Mars [A Poetic Mytho]
[As Told by the Last] King: it was in the year 23,700 BC that one of the two moons of earth was hit by a meteor that of which, a great part of the moon broke off and hit earth's appear with a devastating impact. Thus the solar arrangement absorbed a debacle in incredible proportions, from Jupiter to Mars; knocking Earth out of its 100,000-year Ice Age.
Truth is stranger than fiction according to many associates who have seen what happens about me and to them, on many occasions. Every so often I have had others concern me in the same way.
So many looked to you for inspiration,Unlikely hero for the wheelchair nation.Proudly you fought and conceitedly you believed,Everyone loved you Christopher Reeve.
A Death in Cajamarca, Peru (Atahualpa, in Cajamarca ((in English and Spanish))
The Epic Poem:A Death in Cajamarca, Peru [Atahualpa, in Cajamarca]Advance: This is a version, not a rendition of any kind, on the imprisonment and death of Atahualpa the Inca King of the Inca Empire, in the 16th century (Peru).Atahualpa, durable in Cajamarca Greeted by De Soto, his free associate from Spain! "Be Calm! These times will be tolerant to you.
Two Poems with Triggers [and a commentary]
So Many Einstein'sThe dawn mist, insists there is a God. The earth corpse faithful to its orbit.
A Case of The Fears
Chicken Soup is good for a coldSleep is good for the FluWhen I get a case of the FearsWhat is a anyone to do?It is not bacteriaAlthough it can eat away my soulIt is not a virusYet, it can keep me from ambiance wholeI know what will do the trick,What will put me back on top,A great big bowl of Ice CreamWill actually hit the spotThat was great and now I am doneOne bowl just won't doIf one is good, then more is greatAnd now I have eaten two.Bowls three, four, five and sixCame and then they wentI think my case of the fears are fixedLook at how my time was spentI am being paid sleepyIt is time to go to bedMy fears are no longer in my stomachNow they are in my headI close my eyes and I can be alive with Fears I want to killI will do, doesn't matter what it takesTo keep the monsters still.
House of the Elf [Part Two of Three/with notes]
House of the Goblin [Part Two of Three]Here is where, where the air is stillAnd the mountains darkness disappear! Here is where, unmarked spirits dwellWhere harp and recall expire?Where the rainbow-leaps, from itsStoreroom-keep, and cries; And the sands along the load coastEcho then die?as in sleep?;And where charm turns into ghouls!..
I AM SO Appreciative for simpler times. Stores were blocked on Sundays, TV shows seemed to make more sense, Family members spent ample time with each other, And colonize were valued more than things.
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 belongings / Then came the day when I could not stand the pain / My world was chaos then, packed with be sorrowful and grief / So I blocked up to care for that fragile Self withinYears would go by beforehand I could open again / I was artificial to by conditions away from my be in command of / Life dealt me blows which I later accepted as my own / To initiate me to that be distressed deep contained by my SoulI worked hard to find my way back to the Light / To that place in 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 fate / Troubles swirled about as a continual basis of grief / And I fell to sleep out of fearI am initiation now to the deep void surrounded by / Where I've stored all those troubles and pain / I fight my way back to that concentrate once again / So I can come forth absolutely and be trueMy life moves ahead as of this day / When I committed to judgment my true Self / I've engaged all conduct of demons on this journey / To benefit to that Basis deep insideI wish for life to fill me now and bring all it can / I am dehydrated for come into contact with and for augmentation / I want bountiful possessions from my Soul to fill me / So that I can truly enjoy all that I beholdThis work is from time to time challenging as I have cultured / But no more than any task requiring Love / This journey enriches me with its determination / And fills me with Life and SoulThis is my gift to myself, my own holy Soul / To have, to hold and to see / This Heart that bled is now curing its wounds / And can flourish again from what Life bringsLet there never be a come back to where hurts cramp me up / And fill me with animosity 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 floor of my Heart / We two can sing at once the praises of Love / That take us ahead on this journey all through timeNever let it be said that one so deserving / Could not find his or her way Home / All whom will be a consequence 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 observe you / And together, we can be so bold"Move on," you say to me. "Move on, my love / The Light requests for us to do so" / And my Heart sings with the promise / So that "Yes" is the come back with I can render with easeMy Heart is full with Love and joy in this minute / Knowing that I am with you, my Soul / My feelings tell me you are there and constantly were / Till that sleep came over me beforehand onBy initiation 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 determination can be / I am inspired by this caring designI am contented we are here together, in this life / I am contented that our love is so biting / For now I can reach you, my Sweet Soul Inspiring / When you call to me from deep in my HeartI have your key 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 .
Antidotes for an Alibi
Amy King's first full-length collection, Antidotes for an Alibi, insists that we analyze the deceiving clarity of our procedures and the goals that motivate us. How does one in fact get from "A" to "B"-and is there ever especially a "B"? What color is the white space concerning "A" and "B"? Upon faster inspection, appear realities bring to light themselves to be permeable and fragile, covered with textures and grains that lead the eye on anecdotal pathways.
Two Poems: San Jeronimo Brook & [in English and Spanish]
Fair Andes! Thy arms reach highOf iron-woven solid stone Thu art a condor to the skyOf glory concealed in thy heartSo many paths, a maze of art?In thy old, Mantaro ValleyWhere adobes, breathe and tremble Beyond your pastoral shadowsThere lays the prettiest of brooksIs my heart, surrounded by its stream!My image genuinely carved, rippledIn its full strength shallow watersWaiting, just before you for me?As it opens up, opens up my soulMy rippled soul-searching-eyes!..
Testimony to the Night [In English and Spanish]
In the quiet of the bitter night- In its deep northern skies, Dim are the lights, in its coldEvening frost?! Even the stars of the arctic Seem mutely stone frozen!Here, here is where you find Peace and the beast within-! Remote, no ears or wordsTo cover the mind To ensconce the throat; Here, here is where you die?(for a moment).Here, the sky has eternal eyes Eyes with cosmic tides Tides that never rest: they warWith the Universe- Likened to a dark deep abyss; Endless and never resting?Here my eyes seek and search In countless hours, ebbing and Sweeping the heavens aboveNumbing, changeless- Are the cosmos, the heavens? Here resides a bizarre peace?Here, resides a bizarre peace With an army of stars to defeat Shinning, like a ghost in the darkThe ebbing, eldritch dark; Time has no importance here, Here, resides a strange, peace?Cold and oddly numb are my feet, As I look up, upon the many bridges One star bridging the next-as if,If Kings and Queens were Guarding them-the Hosts- O-Yes! A strange, curious peace?Ah! Praise, praise be to thee, to thee Flaming, burning firmaments-ye, Ye, prompt me not, of the wars I left,Of the foes, divine immortals?The enemies that never rest Ah! Praise, praise be to thee, to theeI hear music, harmony from afar (there) There are storms concealed in a storehouse, For tomorrow-war beyond, beyondOrion's dust?perpetual dust; There, there the sun is dim to bleak.
Give Me a Lily Pad & The Continuum [two Poems]
What can I do to keep this world in its orbital spin? I gave up frustrating to win the hearts of the many-. Throw the meat-balls aligned with the wall, stop, stop!! Trying to make them spin, like God did in the heavens!Sexual longings-a alleyway to anger and rage- Turn the page to the cheap hotels, turn the page Give it a conduit to run, tell your friends, they've won.
Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
In this current age of technology, busy lifestyles, and obsession with consumerism have taken a lot of the romance and love out of our lives. The Internet has develop into a avenue to associate with associates as each is conclusion it a lot harder to meet one a different in the 'real' world.
Grandpas House & From Iraq with Love [Two Poems]
Grandpa's House [The ole Real House]The house desired painting Sun-blistered and flaking Grandpa in progress to have us Boys-Mike and I- start Doing some scraping-While he, pealed off the ole Paint, and on track painting?Just a humble stiff house With a number of rooms, but Strong an adequate amount of to keep the Winds and coldness snows out, How he loved that ole house!..
A Dose of Laughter
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so, give me a dose of laughter.
Uamaks Marine [suspense: now in Spanish and English]
Delicately, my mind was selecting a quiet tune, out of the dead dark empty space surrounding me?I saw a shape on a rock, not sure who it was; I had a sensitivity though, a affection call it, or second-sight; I've heard that before, not sure if I want to put a lot of belief into it, but so be it, the sensitivity and lack of feeling was there. I didn't' sense any chance in the moment, in the moonlit figure, session on the rocks, lurking, looking out into the deep.
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