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Sad Fancies Fret My Mind
Last night I was beat up in a fistfight standing outside the local simply because people have trouble tolerating. People cannot live with one another and having lost moorings I attempt to live escapist-fantasy spending life surfing gothic net sites watching TV news getting bad doses of excess reality. The world as I see it is silly-serious offering zany visions of terror and atrocity while smiling politicians make promises and war and holy clerics preach love and jihad.Read more…Five Poems by Celia
I Am The ArtistI am the artist,I am the observer of society.I sit outside of class awareness,money, status, and social gracesmean nothing to me,I can cut right throughthe false trappings with whichman has endowed himself,and look straight past the eyesinto the inner self.I paint the maninside the naked body,I paint the spiritual self.Read more…Commitment: I Shall Never Leave, Nor Forsake You
I shall never leave Nor forsake you Though dishonorable men and circumstances May try to take you Emotional turmoil Try to shake you Karla, this promise I make to you That I shall never leave Nor forsake you.Though at times for me It may be hard Things we both Say and do I realize I May also hurt you too Nevertheless Through fluctuating feelings I shall remain true Forever endeared Karla I am to you.For true love endures It endures all things True love does not leave It does always cleave Though within One may bleed This God kind of love Covers misdeeds Continually sowing Loving, life-giving seeds Of eternal hope Lifting hearts and souls So all may cope It ties us together Like an anchor’s rope.Read more…Freedom Fighters 911
Hey everybody gather around. I'm gonna tell ya what I have found.Am-er-i-ca I call home.Read more…911 Heroes Are Plenty
The heroes were many it was you, it was me. Firemen, policemen and soldiers you see.They fought to save lives and gave up their own.Read more…Nature's Unrest [An Eight-Part Poem]
The Somber Sun IWhat has thou seen O Sun, Of love or of hate I will not be surprised, If thou close thy eyes And find it, within thy sky filled heart To wipe all forms of memory— And hide unto the dark.#1379Prophecies of the Wind IIThe winds, the winds, the winds What tiding do you bellow in? Bring forth your tears sigh again So all earthlings will understand The prophecies are in the winds: The earth shall tremble, quake, And fate will ultimately win!Read more…Treasures of the Andes
Within the Andes golden rim I gazed afar, and caught a dream, It filled me with bold, treasures gleam, What guarded jewels there resides? —Sliver and copper, stone and clay, Building blocks, for herds and dwellings, And farms of cows, lamb and llamas With turkeys, chickens and camels, —Up, the narrow and moonlit pass Where twilight, is now, far ablaze With dimness shadows comes the haze With its mass, impervious castSplendid and thrilled these treasures shone, With echoes, from shifting winds, Eternal autumn, for my soul, — Offer the Andes, from its treasures.#1378/Dedicated to Mayra, at the caf?Read more…Letter to My Mother
For my Mom,My heart is missing something that words can't express I feel like my life has been taken from my chest All the lonely nights I cry myself to sleep I try so hard not to but still, I do weep I try to be be strong and not let the tears fall It never really works not ever at all You were my everything my mother my friend I always thought you would live till the end I know that you're with me every minute of the day I just wish I could hug you, one more time I pray I have a little girl she is growing so fast I wish you could have seen her before you passed I named her Madison she has pretty blue eyes She always comforts me when I cry I just got remarried you would love him to death When you saw how handsome he is it would just take your breath He loves us more than words can say He wishes that he could have met you someday He makes me so happy and Madison does to But I am missing someone important that someone is you I just had to tell you what was going on And let you know I always think of you and love you mama (dawn)M. Floyd is an up and coming artist at Wongaa.com.Read more…Deep Waters 4/6/2004
I was a member of a writers blog site and the members used to challange each other with many ways of making us stretch, to think outside of the box, and to come up with new material, based on introspection or observances that had never before come to fruition in our works of words. Here is the poem I wrote in response to my worest fears.Deep Waters 4/6/2004 The water rises above my head, As I sink to the bottom.Read more…Nature's Tiny Lantern Lights
Amid indigo layers of twilight, stars wink brightly in to sight. Verdant grasses, cool and plush, quiet footfalls; in the glen--a hush.The sultry night enfolds me, in a summery embrace.Read more…A Writer's Friend
Our friendship has frantically freed us while putting us in a bind. As we dance through a relationship birthed in words, that immerse us into that part of ourselves that we enjoy so much. Friendship is simply confusing.Read more…White Crow
From the morning light it flew eyes the hue of fire's embers beak the color of twilight dewWhite against the darkening storm with wings like opals 'neath a flame the crow soared in with the dawnOut past the sandy beaches pale where the sea churned and swelled, all life in the air and the water fled from under the quickening galeThose along the shore battened down as night bid the dusk adieu and behind the glowing windows, there was silence in the townsWhen it arrived in quaking fury loved ones clinging were torn away Hearts filled with dread and worry, many decided they could not stayCome the morning, amid the chaos the crow flew o'er the turgid land as dull daylight revealed the loss a young dog looked for its owner and a babe for her mother's handAlighting atop a leafless tree the crow silently looked on at all that was swallowed by the sea so much of life... now was goneBut precious gifts were to be given the strength of a faith that runs deep for spiritual hope that is driven will comfort those whose souls weepThe milk of human kindness, the white heart of human love will free the shock-ridden blindness bring peace on the wing of a doveIn the wake of the storm were left throngs of people without a home Of loved ones and land bereft they were--but never, ever alone!For the gifts that had been bestowed those of peace, faith, hope, and love were borne in the form of a white crow and the gentle-natured doveInto the morning light they flew eyes the hue of fire’s embers beaks the color of twilight dew~***~Copyright Kathy Pippig HarrisKathy lives in California's San Joaquin Valley with her husband and furry family.Read more…If You Could Trap a Sound
If you could trap a sound, in the heart of Mother Earth from the cool, depths undergroundWhat would that sound be? A laugh, a whisper, a spoken last word a gasp, a supplication, a pleaIf you could trap a vision by the eye, seen would you espy the grasp of comfort from one man to the other, brothers in their faith . .Read more…Lima's Devouring Winter Dew [a poem with Commentary]
Lima’s Devouring Winter DewThe mist of the pacific flows cool and fair— On city streets that are far and near With haunted blows, from Lima’s shadows. Ah! Its pale magic mist now fills the airHere I sit, at El Parquetito’s caf?Read more…Let's Dance
There is something about a dance, that makes the world seem right. Far away from the real world, away from struggles or fright.You can't really explain it, although it is much like a dream.Read more…Words From the Desert [Mecca's Grief] A Poem With Commentary
Word From the Desert [Mecca’s Grief]He could not read, nor could he write But wrote the Koran, in a cave by night From Mecca he came, for many souls With words, swords, and promises.He cast Christ, as less than God, And promised heaven for all who saw; Stoned, cursed, in a silent war Mohammad’s Journey changed the world.#1377 [7/6/2006]Note: While in search for Mohammad on the desert, He hid in a cave, and the only thing that saved his life was that of a spider web; thus the forces that were after him, detoured, and the assault did not take place [632 AD Mohammad died].Read more…Beside the Still Waters
My soul longs to be beside the still waters, The still waters that ripple gently o’er the multicolored rocks below. Gentle susurration they diffuse throughout the land, Precious harmonies do they sing to all who listen.Come and sit with me beside the still waters, Sit where all is calm and all is quiet.Read more…The Ill-omen of Istanbul [A Dramatic Macabre Mytho in Poetic form about Achilles' Arrow]
Poeta Laureado De la Ciudad de San Jeronimo PeruThe Ill-omen of Istanbul[A Dramatic Macabre Mythos in Poetic form; About Achilles’ Arrow]I heard of a legend when I was in Istanbul, in 1996, it was of the Arrow of Achilles, lost someplace in Asia Minor; then I took a trip into Asia Minor, and went to Troy, and several other cities, thus comes this Poetic Mythos,Part V End: the PartingIt was raining, raining ominous red rain When I awoke early in the morning— Then, looking out my window came A gray, gray dawn—ascending Rising with the shadows, Helen by their sides: Happy I was, night had lift, Took the cold, cold horror with it (That brought me cold, cold sweats) Shadows, shapes, imps and alike: Like torn curtains, shifting away All, now, in the distorted atmosphere As I Looked out my window—gray light…This cold horror that was leaving slowly This red, red ominous rain: gray shadows, Brooding: rippling drenched bodies: I saw them gripping Achilles’ arrow In a most brutish iron gripping way: This red, red ominous arrow, That brought horror, ringside: Where within it, resided a legion of beings? Of demonic raving, inept beings! This red, red ominous arrow That cast its spell on me…Part VI The AfterwardI sucked in my breath, cleaned up a bit, And went down stairs for morning breakfast— To join the group, with floundering suspicions; Who never knew the whole of it, Only that lull that stinging left jabs, Like a weeping sponge, Never more to know But the pounding of the heart!Read more…Dreams and Jesus
(Below is a poem that hopefully will inspire you about faith, Jesus, and the walks that we take in life. It enlightens us to have faith, and really believe what is true to our heart. If one believes in Eternal Life and their Lord Jesus, I believe that they can accomplish anything.Read more…Destiny Manifesting
U can see it. It’s there. … there it is & their it goes, Plain as day.Read more…
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