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The Game of Life


When your life becomes unbearable And the light of assure ceases to glow, When all your dreams and aspirations Lie quiescent on ambition's death row.When you feel that all is hopeless, Life troubles just seem to abound.

Feelings, O How Glorious!


Sometimes we feel hard-pressed, Our backs adjacent to the wall; Sometimes we feel lightheaded, As if we are going to fall.Sometimes we feel fierce anger At those who exploitation guns; Sometimes we feel ashamed Of how we treat God's hardly ones.

Storm Rising along the Lima Coast


Storm Rising along the Lima Coast [Summer of 2002]?wind was blowing at high speed It never left for a instant Bursts of fury I found it challenging to keep My feet placed, thus, I clung to my knees For one heavenly instant I could not now disguise it From for my part Some crafty air Manifested itself Then the in progress drew Sharply away from me With her mystery-Back out into the open sea Yet-, still it roared back at me! It was an uttered circulate It made my head swim I noticed it kept-step With my exultation!?#761 7/14/2005Notes: There are mysteries to the sea, at times it seems as to have its own mind, its own character; as if character was plugged into all that exist. Earth itself being an article with its own lively soul.

A Hundred and Fifty Dead [Korean War--l952]


There I sat, ninety-five amount weatherOutside; the bookstore café, was cool.An Old Timer stood by me, explaining:"There were two-hundred of us on the Island,Near North Korea, back in '52-We guarded 16,000-prisners?"All of a sudden, all hell broke looseThree-hundred North Koreans cameOver the bob-wired fence, in pursuit"It all happened in a be relevant of secondsThe machineguns killed 150-of themThat's all I saw in the war of '52.

Three Poems: Dona Leonors Revenge; The Old Moon; Communal 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 grief-stricken 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.

The Lull of Nightfall [Over Mantaro Valley] In English and Spanish


Twilight, was now beginning. As forthe sun, it was down-down over the Mantaro Valley of Peru.

Shadows of the Andes; Ollantayambo; and Cesar Vallejo [Poems in English and Spanish]


1) Dark of the Andes [or: Song to the Andes]I shall blend-in, into theMountains- Into the faintest thinShadowsof the mountains! Like the moss on moistenedStoneLike a leaf blown far fromHome?(freshly fallen)!I shall blend-in, clingingTo the mountains- Into its faintest thinShadowsNote: when I here back home from Peru, my 7th trip in five years [April, 2005], I had spend about 30-days this time on the trip. I visited the Mantaro Valley, Huancayo, and drove all the way through the Andes.

Tale of the: Old Seeker 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.

Burning Autumn Plants [a poem in Spanish and English]


Burning Autumn Leaves [1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]My long steel barbed rake punctured And twisted all the way through tons of autumn leaves (back in the '50s); And there's a hill yet, I didn't rake, I see Behind it, two embankments Leaves I didn't rake a day ago; The essence of fall sleeps on the ground.

Three Poems: Liberty, Death, and a Frog [with Commentary on Liberty]


Frog SummerSummer grows hot, for the New-blooded frogs; The bugs are thin, yet the Frogs stay fat, young and sassy. In these palsy times-they Only listen, as we become weak away.

In the Mountans of Haiti [A Poem: in English and Spanish]


In the Mountains of Haiti(In the City)-July is a hot month-sweating Poverty out on every street (In Port de Prince); mixingMemory with appeal causes stirring. Not much rain in Haiti (in 1986); Summer kept us busy, building A health clinic, in the mountains?.

Africa


AFRICA (to africans in diaspora)africa here i come, africa africa of the black soul the soul of an antediluvian cultivation the civilization of your timid tribes.its your voice i hear africa your voice of the chatting drums your beaded drums and the royal trumpeter the metal gong of your town crieri have come to see your music dance i have heard of your perpetual minstrels have i not heard of your alternation hips! i have heard an adequate amount of and have come to watch wouldn't you dance for me africaafrica here i come africa would you not show me to your tribes the timid tribes of your sickly tongues the different tongues of your good menafrica, black soul africa tell me about your gods your gods of the sky and of the protect earth your gods of the hills and of the rivers aboundshow me to your kings africa your kings of the antediluvian dynasty the antediluvian era of rusted spear and shield africa, here i come africaHEAVENLY GUESTheavenly guest heralding thunderously in its own awake pelting on men as well, the gods gathering itself drop by drop.

Cruel World


Azra, Azra, Wake up Azra. Wake up Azra, It is time to go.

Preserving Dignity


No one ought to have to beg or crawl already humanity. No one ought to have to conspiracy to gain philanthropy.

Colorful Talk


"I heard what you said, Red. Yet, I have to disagree.

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