I hate the wait (weight) - poetry
I get up in the morning
And want to stay in bed
Oh, so nice and warm
Like fresh from the oven bread.
My day is oh so busy
I wish that I could stay
In the quiet of my house
If only I could play.
Relax and play like Kids do
No be of importance where they are
Never bothered about being late
Or looking ahead too far
My body won't sit quietly
I need to get there now
No time to chat, I now must go
All I can say is Chow
I hate to wait
For time to pass
Time to eat
To get some gas
Tick Tock of the clock
I look into the sky
The records move so slowly
I wish that they would fly
The credence won't move at all today
And the wait is way too long
I am doing the best I can
To help move time along.
I can not check the numbers
On the clock or on the scale
I need to bear in mind that they are things
And that I will never fail.
Time will pass devoid of my help,
The scale gets fearful away
I will learn to breathe these words,
I will to learn to say to say:
Say the words that matter
In soul, In Heart and Voice
I have enough, I do enough, I am enough
For each day is a choice.
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As I selected up some of the polished gemstones in the rock store I began to think about what the sand looked like already they were polished. The store had more than a few rocks on ceremony presentation the ahead of and after and I realized that but for you knew what you were looking for, you could by a long shot pass by a advantageous gemstone.
It Was Not Me
It was not me as I am now. It was not me as I was then.
Thank You To Our Soldiers And A Duty To Old Glory And A Prayer For Peace
Thank youDedicated to soldiers and their loved onesFor those who have laid in fox holes,carried guns,marched for hours.For those who have had cold without sleeping nights,endless days of discomfort.
Three Poems: Dona Leonors Revenge; The Old Moon; Conventional Sides [All in Spanish/all in English]
1) Doņa Leonor's Revenge [1627 AD]Rafael Ortiz's fate Was on the plate Of Doņa Leonor'sWhen she arrived In Lima, Peru; To taste revengeFor the beheading Of her husband. And so the plot?was now played out (in an alleyway) As she heartbroken her trout!In SpanishTranslated by Nancy PenalozaLa leyenda de: La venganza de doņa Leonor (1627 después de cristo)El destino de Rafael Ortiz Estaba sobre el plato De doņa Leonor.
A World That Doesnt Care
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land. Hurricanes may devastate and leave us exclusively bare.
Because of You
You are to me my lifeline my security. That scares me.
You can do and you can be whatever you want. You have the power, and the right, to make the changes.
Two Poems with Triggers [and a commentary]
So Many Einstein'sThe break of day mist, insists there is a God. The earth cadaver faithful to its orbit.
Find the Magic
FIND the MAGICFind the Magic As you announcement 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 affection of a hugFind the Magic As the diminutive 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 cheer in this distinctive wonderFind the Magic As you eavesdrop to the conflicts and Watch in horror And emerge from the water whole and attractive in a rainbow of colorsFind the Magic, For you are whole once againŠ 2004 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is an researcher, educationalist and author. Call her by means of her web site http://www.
Two Poems: Boyhood, and Old Age [with a note on style]
BoyhoodOh me! Thy glorious days have flown! I mealy noticed, now they're gone, How briefly conceded the flowers! Time does not stop youth's bells; It was like I was in a spell, And my face now shows the hours!Ah yes! My young past days, Still lively in my fair age, When all was quick and new Now wrapped in movies and books, And contacts and category were all I knew And love was shown by forthcoming looks!#741 6/26/05Old AgeThey stop by to see me now To find what's old and new, They peer into my-everything, And analyze my views; They tell me what I be supposed to like, And that I must be grieved-These are my fragile contacts That takes the strongest liberties?I mean to take the timer off; And put the phone beyond the door; In vain I speak to tell them why -I shan't live here anymore!#742 6/26/05A note on Style: some citizens ask, "What style of poetry to you like the best?" I can never counter that question; it is open-ended to me. If I feel like infringement free from tradition as in the poem of: "Old Age," so be it; and if I feel conventional verse, a stricter correct arrangement ought to be used, as in "Boyhood," and can be part of the cause completely to the poem, so it is.
The Dead God of Copan (in English and Spanish)
English VersionAnd the Death God said: "Let it rise to its glory in the Rio Valley-for a season; then let it be gone, we shall call it Copan?"Prologue: Empires come and go, liken to cosmic events, or the storms about the world: Atlantis, Mu, Greece, Persia, Rome, the Inca Nation, and even the great Maya heroic times of Copan, in Essential America. All came and all left, one way or another; now just dust and artifacts in the spiral of time.
Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
Learn about love by analysis poetry by a long dead poet named Rumi. No need to look for antique texts clandestine in caves.
The Plane from Iquitos [1959-Part One]
Iquitos & the Amazon Part OneIt was December 2, l959, I was session on a small prop-plane goodbye Iquitos, Peru for a trip down the Amazon about 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 concerning to the river].
Feelings, O How Glorious!
Sometimes we feel hard-pressed, Our backs anti the wall; Sometimes we feel lightheaded, As if we are going to fall.Sometimes we feel fierce anger At those who abuse guns; Sometimes we feel ashamed Of how we treat God's a small amount ones.
The Power of Drinking Disorders
I want to get closeI am afraid.Afraid of what you might see.
Kafka lands resurrected in Crewe deposited by a silver alien craft, And at the same time as he is wondering what to do He is asked to show his pass Or pay an direct one off fine At a cash point of his choice And they are glance all the time On his irises face and voice.And of classes they find that he is not, They detect he just cannot be there, Although he seems as if he is visible, And has hands and toes and hair, If he is not on the Great Data Bank, He plainly and easily cannot be, He is not planned and he is not ranked He is clearly not like you and me.
A Dose of Laughter
I'm not well. Can't you tell? Kinda low, so, give me a dose of laughter.
I Required TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF Plant life A CARD WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.I Hunted TO SAY IT WITH A PACK OF SWEETS A' HI' WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.
I never brain wave I would have to say GOODBYE to my best friend? But that's what I had to do today I had to let go of her ceaselessly -There was no other way For me to face realism Or pretend to be okay I had no conception -Of how hard it would be To in fact let go Of this huge part of me? Not tomorrow or ever -Will my life be the same Lacking my Grannio here Life seems to be a game - Of ability and questions?Questions that never end And have no answers That can begin to mend The wide open hole contained by of meNor come close to remedial My heart and soul that Seem to be ambiance Lost, numb and empty-Completely hollow? Like I have minion left To exceedingly admire - Because of life with respectShe was so much more Than my Grandmother I knew that already She left this earthAnd I told her so More than once or twice For the reason that she had to know Just how very distinctive -And truly blessed I felt to have her as my ally She was the best Not including a doubt -My Grannio gave me More than anyone Will ever certainly see? It was an implicit -Kind of love That came with no situation And went far above The average caringAnd arithmetic mean assist For a grandchild - Or category of any sort She gave more of herselfTo me than everybody In my life ever will Nonentity could have done What she did for meWith so much devotion, Definite honesty And true emotion? Her constancy was -Sincerely ceaseless I accomplish so much Now that I'm crying - And wishing thatI had just one more day To spend land her hand And annoying to take away Her fears and her pain -That took over her Body and her mind Like never before? In our lives -I would have genuinely Given 20 years of my life To have her just Be here tomorrow -I cannot account for The way I feel today Or how much I pain Is contained by of me -That will never go away No be of importance how much time passes I know this ache will stay With me forever?Just as her exclusive touch Will at all times be with me And mean so very much - To me and my son?Jakob Thomas Her "BabyDoll" And I assure To never disregard -What she would have done If she was still here For him - her only one Great-grandchild?Resource Box - Š Danielle Hollister (2004) is the Publisher of BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for quote lovers featuring more than 10,000 quotations in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Read it online at - http://www.
How wonderfully sweet to be a dweller dwelling on the road of goodbye. Bittersweet tears fall as I think of all the chairs I'll never see, all the faces I'll never know, all the joys I'll never share, as I head for the unknown.
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