Live for today... - poetry
Isn't that what they say?
For each one everywhere
I honestly deem it means
Or ask physically questions like
Me out to the point
On my existence
And lead you to a tragic
Satisfying and true
Each and every morning
Wonder what could have been
Of your life that's not eternal
To soar above
Remember you only
You'll almost certainly be remorseful what you
On the unknown
When you look back
Have to ask yourself
Without enjoying my days
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House of the Hobgoblin [Part Two of Three/with notes]
House of the Goblin [Part Two of Three]Here is where, where the air is stillAnd the mountains dark disappear! Here is where, unidentified spirits dwellWhere harp and remembrance expire?Where the rainbow-leaps, from itsStoreroom-keep, and cries; And the sands along the lot coastEcho then die?as in sleep?;And where fascination turns into ghouls!..
Poems have another cores, or so I believe, and can only be structured well for a variety of abstract language-heart beats; like all counselors are not made for all clients, so all poems are not made for the same person, or purpose; when we read we all have our likes and dislikes; I do not inevitably know what poetry is per se, but I do know what the distinction of poetry has, and great poetry is close to an illusion?it carries an echo I do believe-figurative yes, at best, and questionable yes, by far. Here are five poems I've in recent times wrote, all with a another core, focus and style.
Do you ever stare at the paper, behind you for poetic inspiration? Well, you can stop before you and start using systematic techniques for creating poetry. If it seems too mechanical or contrived at first, don't worry.
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (a poem in Spanish and English)
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (English version)In what departure art hid?-Where diminishing mountains groan In shadow and amongThe white water of the Rio? Is not your name Mantaro Valley?Beyond the footpath of the Andes--?I can hear your voice in echoesI can hear thy voice, delightfully low. I do but know thy by a glanceAs the clouds above me know? .
Two Poems with Triggers [and a commentary]
So Many Einstein'sThe crack of dawn mist, insists there is a God. The earth carcass faithful to its orbit.
Blind Designs [a Poem] and a Note by Rosa on The Other Door
Blind DesignsBorn today, gone tomorrow Like a butterfly with no stomach Born n the morning, dead by night Oh-let me whisper Oh-let me cry What man has not learned? What man will not learn! In his pomposity, his language With his abstract concepts With his intellect With his creativeness He has be converted into enslaved By-them? By them all, he will fall. Ah! Yes-abstract concepts Bombast and language His intellect His cleverness This he trees behind To his decedents!.
Azra, Azra, Wake up Azra. Wake up Azra, It is time to go.
You Lost Your Last Bet and Me
I will never think twice nor will I roll the dice When it comes to my life I will take my Grannio's adviceYou play the hand you're dealt when it comes to who will be your Dad - But if you bluff about a card's face value for too many years you disregard you had - No Aces or King of Hearts in your fundamental deck - But instead a worthless Joker-So Wild and Mad..
Rhymes of an Guns Man [Vietnam War: 1971]
Rhymes of an Armaments Man [Vietnam War: 1971]An eleven part poem By Dennis L. SilukI had went to Vietnam at the age of 23 , and it was most interesting, there were 205,000 troops there when I arrived.
Three Poems [Lima; Judges and Evils Creation]
1.Evil's CreationThou knowith evil clings To tender peace-; Nor does it heed one's drowsy Un-enthralled grief?But faintly it darkens Twilight's dunes-; With dash shadows Straight from the moon.
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 indomitable 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, overflowing with be distressed and grief / So I blocked up to guard that fragile Self withinYears would go by ahead of I could open again / I was artificial to by position away from my be in charge of / Life dealt me blows which I later acknowledged as my own / To initiate me to that distress deep surrounded by my SoulI worked hard to find my way back to the Light / To that place inside 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 congested that tender-hearted Self / How I froze in the face of my lot / Troubles swirled about as a devoted find of grief / And I fell to sleep out of fearI am development now to the deep void inside / Where I've stored all those troubles and pain / I fight my way back to that core once again / So I can come forth absolutely and be trueMy life moves accelerate as of this day / When I committed to discovery my true Self / I've engaged all approach of demons on this journey / To benefit to that Find deep insideI wish for life to fill me now and bring all it can / I am craving for encounter and for augmentation / I want bestow materials 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 academic / 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 consider / This Heart that bled is now remedial its wounds / And can flourish 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 grateful for all that Life has assignedOh glory to you, my Sweet Soul, for advent 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 because of timeNever let it be said that one so deserving / Could not find his or her way Home / All whom will adhere to 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 consider 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 potential / So that "Yes" is the key I can render with easeMy Heart is packed with Love and joy in this minute / Knowing that I am with you, my Soul / My feelings tell me you are there and continually were / Till that sleep came over me ahead onBy initiation to your touch do I know You / And find my own truth there in your eyes / You show me because of Love what my determination can be / I am inspired by this alert designI am delighted we are here together, in this life / I am content that our love is so brawny / For now I can reach you, my Sweet Soul Inspirational / 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 eternally to be born / In this life or another, we join with each other / And We Soar .
It's dark, it's cold, its' just six thirty,thoughts of sleep still dull my brain,As I cluster down, confidential my coat,a fare clone, just ahead of you for a train.Insidious rain, just showery down,through weak light of creeping dawn,Paper sandwich bags and old brunette cups,blowing past, look so forlorn.
Portrait Of The Dancer As A Young Dog
Emlyn Williams Theatre, Mold, North Wales: 20th February 2003Clwyd Theatr Cymru commemorated the 50th anniversary of the death of the Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) with a superb run of performances by a small but accomplished cast of actors.Described in the programme as "A dramatic journey because of the prose characters of Dylan Thomas", the fabrication was bent by Tim Baker, an Assistant of the Royal Inhabitant Theatre, who won the Manchester Nightfall News Best Visiting Assembly award in 1992 for the amply commended To Kill a Mockingbird.
I Saw the Universe
I can see the indigo blue of the skiesOr the azure 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 beginning the life in the earthAnd then loss 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 away from 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..
Growing hurts sometimes; saying goodbye to friends, to clothes you've known and done to effects you sought after to do. Growing heals sometimes the horrified dreams and hopes of a life you once knew leading you to a new acquaintance of yourself.
Tsunami -a Poem Committed To Help Aid and Awareness and Further Forthcoming Harmony. Make Peace Not War
Real Power.One Tsunami, and all our armies, Seem belittled by their wars, What Animals fled, and tribesmen read, Finally Arrives with crushing roar, Wholesale slaughter, absolutely by water, Makes us seem an irrelevance, Concepts of power, alteration by the hour, Faced with original elements.
Antidotes for an Alibi
Amy King's first full-length collection, Antidotes for an Alibi, insists that we analyze the illusory clarity of our events and the goals that motivate us. How does one essentially get from "A" to "B"-and is there ever certainly a "B"? What color is the white space concerning "A" and "B"? Upon earlier inspection, ascend realities bare themselves to be leaky and fragile, covered with textures and grains that lead the eye on unreliable pathways.
The Mercantile of Copan [In English and Spanish]
English VersionThe Mercantile of Copan [480 AD]Advance: The ballgame at the Honduras court in Copan, the year was 480 AD, Copan's 3rd ruler, Mat Head, whom succeeded Quetzal Macaw, whom was the break down of the city is now the new ruler. Mat Head, was a female, the other half of Quetzal Macaw, and here is where the story begins.
To My Friend, With Love
All is still; all quiet; The world seems to be at peace. My soul is singing its musical melody And I'm led like in a dream to write its tunes.
The Game of Life
When your life becomes unbearable And the light of assurance ceases to glow, When all your dreams and aspirations Lie inactive on ambition's death row.When you feel that all is hopeless, Life troubles just seem to abound.
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