Birthday letters - poetry
I Sought TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF FLOWERS
I Hunted TO SAY IT WITH A PACK OF SWEETS
I Attention TO SEND A POETIC WISH.
DOES A POEM NEED A POEM FOR A WISH?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY !
On the way back the Sun I saw
All my acquaintances were happy
I will never be dull even when the Sun is at West
If you are not married
If you don't have parents
The Man Who Could Not Say Sorry For His Sins
Sorry would be a start.Though you cant take back your mistakes, and you cant clear up time, you'd think there would be remorse, for such a self allocation crime, to send others out to die, to pay the blood price you have decreed, when its absolutely affectation and posing, all about arrogance and greed, to confident a perceived niche in history, glowing down the years, is the amount of your ambition, is the puny limit of your fears, when those you have sent to die, believing implicitly in you, leave relatives after who see, that nonentity you said was true, there is no accepted wisdom now for those, whose come to you dont count, they are yesterdays forgotten, though daily they still mount, no accepted wisdom of resignation, no assurance to those left behind, just on with the ego, fast advance from those times, as if nobody ever happened, as if your lies are quite ok, as if now is what to focus on, and then was an added day, lost back in the mists of time, obscured by clouds half seen, not an injury to the living, not impeachable and obscene, you may want to move on now, and dispense with your past infamy, but you ought to be tried for treason, and caged for blasphemy.
Mother, I Dont Mind The Pain
I am among those who know that one never recovers from the loss of one greatly loved. We come to acknowledge the death and change our lives - moderately begrudingly, but we do not recover, we survive.
A Altered Place...
I wish we had met 20 years ago..
Life is a Fantasy
LIFE IS A FANTASY!A pink-eyed rabbit, fuzzy whiteHops in bedrooms overflowing with frightA child of six with much to knowHer father's basest feelings showShe knows of LOVE, only by means of himHe satisfies his every whimHe leaves, she wipes himfrom her chin!Her care for NEEDS to see the bestHe answered her God requestTo have a roof to comfort bringA yard where all the birdies singTell me how she could actually knowWhat font for erudition could she go?Her nurse evenly beaten if not worseThe cycle of violence - a woman's curseConflicting visions, dependenciesOne can continue many idiosyncrasiesShe could not make him defendant beDenial, avoidance? she disbelievesThe rabbit hides beneath tall trees.At thirteen a step-grandfatha'Finds a well-trained girl that oughta'Do what authoritative men requestNever aware what is bestAnd run away she does at lastFreedom can be such a 'blast'A rabbit's foot upon a chainThe FANTASY her 'safe' domainHow long in life must it remain?To keep her from these menWho continually for her lips, do 'yen'A state trooper in Tennessee Like every other man does see Her lips so full and delicious red Through the bars, not in a bed.
Two Poems with Triggers [and a commentary]
So Many Einstein'sThe crack of dawn mist, insists there is a God. The earth corpse faithful to its orbit.
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 impressed wood the zoned-out-ness in my head dreaming; it was change for the better than death? then I took a further 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.
Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary]
Bells for Belphegor!..
Im Sorry Mom! A Mothers Day Poem
Mother's Day Poetry,I'm Sorry Mom!I'm sorry for the troubles And the reservations I brought you. I'm sorry for my mistakes, I didn't mean to make you blue.
Poetry and Common Culture
Is poetry too difficult for the be around reader? Is it too cryptic, scholarly? If you ask a large group of be in the region of associates what they like or don't like about poetry, you'll get a few altered answers, but there is an devastatingly conventional class of responses.One of the main reasons that citizens say they aren't addicted to contemporary poetry is that they feel it is too cryptic.
Contract of Death [Now: in SPANISH and English]
Contract of DeathI heard today, the holy woman say: "Daniel has warned us long ago, Of the trials and evils we Are now facing, with our foes?"He says the 'Antichrist' was now In Europe crying: 'peace,' and the 'Axis of Evil,' had by now placed Hidden Atomic Russian weaponsUnder our feet, here in the good Ole heart of the United States; 'Palestine's cry for peace,' he adds, Is a biased Gun for Revelation 3:10;America. A 'Contract for Death,' Is what he called it.
Beautiful Dreamer, Stephen Foster, Americas First Folk Song Writer
"Beautiful Dreamer" was on paper by Stephen Cultivate just already his death in 1864 at age 37. The song became one of his most eminent and most popular.
I Sought TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF Plants A CARD WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.I Required TO SAY IT WITH A PACK OF SWEETS A' HI' WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.
Lord Byrons She Walks in Beauty
Lord Byron's break ode to "She Walks In Beauty" is among the most memorable and most quoted lines in romantic poetry. The breach lines are effortless, graceful, and beautiful, a apt match for his poem about a woman who possesses unforced grace and beauty.
It Was Not Me
It was not me as I am now. It was not me as I was then.
The Mercantile of Copan [In English and Spanish]
English VersionThe Trade of Copan [480 AD]Advance: The ballgame at the Honduras square in Copan, the year was 480 AD, Copan's 3rd ruler, Mat Head, whom succeeded Quetzal Macaw, whom was the come to grief of the city is now the new ruler. Mat Head, was a female, the husband of Quetzal Macaw, and here is where the story begins.
New Poetic Work By Ethiopian Refugee Promotes Respect, Courage And Cultural Sensitivity
McLean, VA - "The Remedial Conscious" tells the story of an Ethiopian migrant boy on his fascinating journey to America and adulthood. Biographer Kifle Bantayehu, a 23 year-old second-generation Ethiopian immigrant, recounts this agonizing tale in poetic format.
The Crusader: A Explore for the Advantage Classified (an piece of an Epic Poem)
On because of the darkness she searches the bones Seeking the hand of her love; Deep in the stillness, the maid searches on, Petitioning help from above. Onward she gropes all through the flesh and the blood Of the warriors flawed and maimed; She carries no hope for the life of her love - For zero but his body she came.
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 ancestors of this land pray and understand-for He cometh! Thereof, toss physically to thy knees, for the roar of disobedient men will bleed: black blood, all the way through the vines of Jeremiah.
The Exit Poems [Iron and Fire & No Heroes]
The Exit Poems [And Socrates]Iron and FireIron can be alleviate 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 unassuming nature aside-: thus, exchange their vanity and perfection their virtue? and in the end, they all collided.
In The Midst Of All
In the midst of darkness, there is light. In the midst of evil, there is virtue.
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