Full of character talk - poetry
"I heard what you said, Red.
"You just don't understand, Tan.
"What do you think, Pink?
"Well, what about you, Blue?
"Anything you want to say, Gray?"
"Wait just a diminutive fellow," said Yellow.
"Don't think I'm being mean," said Green.
"I don't think you're right," said White.
"Colors, colors, calm down," cried Brown.
"Now that is appealing bold," said Gold
"Sshhhh, the cause is back," alleged Black.
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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 being 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 boil Fears I want to killI will do, anything it takesTo keep the monsters still.
Ode, to the Mighty Midget Omac [In English and Spanish]
Part One Midget HistoryI am thirty-six inches tall, that is all-Honest to god I am My hair is green, my eyes red, and IHave a very thick neckMy eyebrows are thin, and my beardHas three hairs? And I bore abuse, when I was youngYes! It happened to be; day by day??folks laugh at me, my appearanceYou see?I make them appalled. .
Give Me a Lily Pad & The Continuum [two Poems]
What can I do to keep this world in its orbital spin? I gave up difficult to win the hearts of the many-. Throw the meat-balls anti the wall, stop, stop!! Trying to make them spin, like God did in the heavens!Sexual longings-a conduit to anger and rage- Turn the page to the cheap hotels, turn the page Give it a lane to run, tell your friends, they've won.
Our home was warm in the shade of the trees or when the sun was not upon it.It was built on the side of a hill, near a lake where spirits could be free.
Tale of the: Old Huntsman and the Fair Hare [In SPANISH and English now]
There once lived an old man and his goodwife On the edge of the thick of the woods; They lived in an old run-down shack For forty-years and some. The old man hunted for his living, And his wife sewed on her lap.
Black Blood, in Jeremiahs Vines - A Poem and an Article
Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines [A Dream Poem]And I heard the crackling of wood, and I noticed the Lord God had made men of wood, and fire came from his mouth.Then the wind poured its grief upon us-over our sins; and I heard the words for the seventh time, "Go to the mountains!"Foolish colonize of this land pray and understand-for He cometh! Thereof, toss manually to thy knees, for the roar of disobedient men will bleed: black blood, because of the vines of Jeremiah.
Death & the Supernatural: Poetry/Five Poems
Supernatural PoetryHere are five poems,-what I call-death and supernatural poems. Perchance a bit bizarre, a few stanzas may be, but with constant subtlety of course, and a ting of acuteness, but we have to hag on if we want a good ride:1.
Tsunami -a Poem Enthusiastic To Help Aid and Awareness and Further Expectations 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, adjust by the hour, Faced with primeval elements.
A Poem - By Lorraine KemberIt was a day like any other and mother, father, sister, brother, were haulage out the customs of their land. When out of the blue exclusive of warning, Nurse Description came calling, shook the earth and stole the ocean from the sand.
You cannot make a big shot love you. All you can do is be a big shot who can be loved.
JOINEDHeart beat of man pounding - yet unheard joined becomes the beat of a nation.Words of man written - yet unread joined becomes a proclamation.
A Atypical Place...
I wish we had met 20 years ago..
I Hate The Wait (Weight)
I get up in the morningAnd want to stay in bedOh, so nice and warmLike fresh from the oven bread.My day is oh so busyI wish that I could stayIn the quiet of my houseIf only I could play.
Beautiful Dreamer, Stephen Foster, Americas First Folk Song Writer
"Beautiful Dreamer" was on paper by Stephen Advance just beforehand his death in 1864 at age 37. The song became one of his most celebrated and most popular.
Find the Magic
FIND the MAGICFind the Magic As you announce old repression 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 conviviality 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 exclusive wonderFind the Magic As you eavesdrop to the conflicts and Watch in horror And emerge from the water whole and delightful in a rainbow of colorsFind the Magic, For you are whole once again© 2004 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is an researcher, educationalist and author. Commerce her all through her web site http://www.
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 become known with a devastating impact. Thus the solar arrangement absorbed a deluge in inconceivable proportions, from Jupiter to Mars; knocking Earth out of its 100,000-year Ice Age.
Four Poems: Grendels Nature...the Racetrack...Counting days...[Now in English and Spanish]
English Version1) Grendel's DivorceYou must know that I do not hateAnd that I hate you, Because the lot dead has twoSides; A sound is one arm of the quiet, Ice has its warm half.I hate you in order to start hating you To begin life again And never to stop hating you: That is why I do not hate you yet.
How I admiration what he's doing as I sit alone at night. How I amazement who he's seeing How I awe if I'm right.
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 conversion of any kind, on the confinement and death of Atahualpa the Inca King of the Inca Empire, in the 16th century (Peru).Atahualpa, lasting in Cajamarca Greeted by De Soto, his free associate from Spain! "Be Calm! These times will be tolerant to you.
The Art of Getting 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 endeavor to refine your craft. What does it actually mean when a big shot who cares about you, but not for poetry says, "Wow, this is great.
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