Poetry Reborn Emerges In Thriller Mystery Novel

Poetry Rebo Emerges In Thriller Mystery Novel As Mohamed Ali? Then Cassius Clay? He announced that he had written? The world? S short poem? I know that I am a poet. ? ME? Whee! His triumphant proclamation evoking showers in my identity Teenaged difficult, for I reasoned in rhyme. Every day, hundreds of thousands of apparently healthy souls satisfy some innate need to bare their concealed character via atrocious alliteration or delusional doggerel. As in Kris Kristofferson? The initial work, the wonderful magic masquerades by sweet musical texts, the material deals with the eteal generations to overcome. Although no one, but we always considered our hidden center, an inner desire is unleashed? Only squished? If we suspect, not yet published. In1978, I, my first book of poetry, Beacon ©, an enthusiastic reception, with some uninformed didn? T realize the fear of rejection, I never got my dark reveries for publishers. After all, Rod McKuen, countless suffering rejection, was also published. And he said? At this point in time? Too? The world? The most read poet. To reward local supporters Yokel, the following year I worked with imperfections ©, verses by Russ Miles, songs and thoughts, which, where and what it was? At this point in my life. Still well preserved, have been enjoying attention from a publisher of poetry underground newspaper that I co-chair a University Invitational Symposium for wantabe poet with the State LaTourette poet. My books sell well, a young man, I was insatiable satisfactory stroked. Then something strange happened. I caught a case of conscience. What happens when a ruthless God me responsible for my unbridled actions or the impact of foisting my understanding diabolical on innocent? Purgatorial horrifying? Or worse? Current perspectives on the actions of reprisal. Remove all remaining copies of the markets, I had developed for distribution, I stopped Penning poetry for the next twenty-five years. Disabled age of fifty-three of the MS, I found myself writing another book, for sale by owners: FSBO ©. A mystery-thriller novel offer some ideas that only a self-absorbed, the man in the world of three nose-May mediate marriages increased. Lea that God is so forgiving. How can inspire good will of all things. Even some of my old songs once more to discover, thanks to Red Haring, the song-writing, truck-driving characters, between the covers FSBO. Up to now? S-Standard, Red Haring? S lively verse and rhyme words unpredictable rendering no longer Lousy. Rather, they reflect the subtle? E? All about me? immoral fiber of a male male? Rings with domestic issues after 9-11? Selection of the changes in his way, of course, consumed life. Red? The songs are in order reflections in Brooklyn Best, non-Saint heroin, real estate agents with whom he is romantically a. At the end together to solve some horrific murders in these reality based mystery ~ ~ thriller novel. Through its use in a sub-plot, my poetry is bo. Regarding Beacon © and imperfections, perhaps I should? Ll My last page is signed and numbered? First Edition? &? Limited Edition? Poetry books on E-Bay ®. Why is John Grisham? S originally published novels are now a collector? S article aren? T they?

Three Poems edges of the Amazon and

Three Poems edges of the Amazon and Elsie? S Dayan Call Paradiso   Do you like this?   I was tired and I tried to   Go to sleep,   And I had what I call   A dream vision   (A package, I looked)   That? One lesson from this   I do not believe? L '   How on earth, when the lights   Go outside!   My mother died on 1 July 2003,   Now you have awakened   Wipe your eyes   A light on all its   It was in the sky   Keep out of guesses? Until the end?   When I woke up the moing   The second part of the dream took place   It 'been sanctified? Through Christ! ... Note: The dream took place on 2/16/06   3:10 AM, Part II, on the moing of   17thChicago AirBelow the city seems dirty   Above, it looks clean   That? And what I thought ChicagoDoes there seems little dirty?   Or is it? I breathed it?   That? And what I thought of old Chicago ChicagoDowntown   Lives of the characters good and bad   But you do not? T refuse to breathe the air !...# 1219 2/19/06The Edge AmazonOne at night after dinner, we heard the wings of birds fighting in the dark, un po 'di gas lights along the wooden bridge, t even see a thing, only the bridge. Hooch our past, expressed the steady pulse of the Amazon wings.The is never quiet, dark night, may be dominated by sound, to benefit on a mans?, Possible defeat.A huge brown toad was the door of the bathroom, looks to me like a rhino, just to see (what the long run, I think)) the toads now what I said?)) # 1221 12/16 / 06See Dennis' Website

Enigma of a prose poem in a dream

Enigma of a prose poem in a dream Advance: What do not you? I wondered? Maybe nothing? He responded to my second car. Then I said:? Allow the action about to happen, happen? God also knows what is lacking in one? S life anyway? a rhetorical question at best. Perhaps it's the way I'm looking for? I wonder which are very few. Maybe I should worry about the collapse of bridges, trucks, instead of coming to save me. O yes, you are not aware of the enigma of sleep, however, not yet anyway, and then you will understand what I'm saying here.Dreams are like clouds, some heavy grow inside of you, and have some thunder and disappear, but some are as the rain that brings you here or there. Ends with some limitations, which is not a great harvest. But there are shadows in dreams and enigmas, the windows in a hurry? Later? Disappearing in the air, but, however, that (were) for a moment or two, and the sea, with an entry from the trip: in a moment? S, the outgoing tide will wash away, back into the sea where they came, some stayed on earth, some say, a part of guess.We I think really, but a guest in our bodies on the ground, and conceive in the next world. How to tell the guests, as the tanks were talking about: good, now for a while ', on the shores of your dreams you can make? I? D guess, ramps and with the tide (the fantasy has its own face, like ghosts and salvation, death, all with a wish fulfilled, a real, persistent secrets). Ma? s to leave the country where dreams are bo, live and riddles. The sky is not always clear or dark, not much in between, and the moon, a silly donkey rides, and the world in a snail shell in fat. Here, the poems are designed to tap the secrets of the mind, as when the mind is thrown out of the dreams you want to say? In a less harmful way? Secrets. Maybe you can dream a little 'when you read this, so the enigma suggests.The poems: I was driving on this road in my car, I had arrived tired   When she awoke, I found that was paralyzed in his break (a little '), I slept all night (or that was my best estimate.)   So I went ahead now, I know.   When I went, in addition to the right of me? I'm not sure, just ahead.   Then I found myself in this intersection (crossroads), class, again   I was crossing, and the game (apparently) to the north.   I was under these bridges, and I went farther, more muduntil is, until the car can not move from there, I left the car.   I looked around, I looked forward to continuing my jouey, but it was night to be, the mud is too thick, for man or travel by car itfreely? I looked back, I had gone too far to retu, I? D I was not too exhausted exactingand.   I looked where I was here? It was not possible for me to stay? Survive, and that is (besides where was I? No? So).   There are tracks all over the truck, several feet thick, and roadseveral lanes wide.   ? What can I do? I said, bridges over the head, what could drivethrough this truck? All this is faced with a dilemma, if it's not a riddle? I tried to get out of this dream vision, but does not go away? Wow.   So I had little choice but to stay where you were in some way and I riddletold wait, be patient, but this is what I was used.   The Enigma says:? Stay where you are (for man does not live in breadalone)) right?))?   Then it occurred to me, beyond my realm of reason? There lesslimitations,   And so in my mind I created a multi-truck, that in all this bloody couldpass mud, which could reach   Beyond the tops of the bridge without damaging anything (possible). I? M still waiting under the bridge, perhaps, when I wake up and write thisout, the better chance you have of the surface, by coincidence, only for the awakening is a possibility, and resolve riddle.Perhaps the only way to know the secrets are a? s sleep.   Forse il mare in attesa di essere rimosso theUniverse in mare, da dove veniamo? Other possibilities.   Whatever it is, or is the answer, we are in the midst dobelieve me, the enigma and I said:? There are more possibilities. # 1286 3/20/2006 a dream [of: Lima, Peru] Dennis is available at:

Haiku Collection

Haiku Collection Spring   Watch the birds fly,   My mind wanders in the sky,   The pursuit of beauty.     Summer   Under the practice of   The shadow of the sycamore --   The sun is still with me.     Fall   I read lantea --   Solemnly silent owl   Watch me walk away.     Winter   Hanging branches winter   Upside down and touching the clouds --   Icicles wood.     June   Lightning bugs like stars   Make this summer the trees seem to   An early Christmas     Mystery   Dense fog creeps from   The field lights   Passing car     Thought   The moon brings my way   Travel secrets of unknown   Paths between the rows     Untitled   I bought bread for   Visit the birds, but   The Federal Reserve has just cat.     Untitled 1   What is poetry   However, our attempt to create,   And to show the truth?     Untitled 2   Outside life   What you put in it.   Working to prevent conflicts.     Untitled 3   Outside of my old door   And in New Haven   I spend with a smile.     Untitled 4   Seeing God's great   Creation, I would like to find a new   Divine inspiration.     Untitled 5   The sins of this world   Do not interrupt the divine gift of   Life never ends.     Untitled 6   This paradise on earth   It is beyond my dreams:   I love my life now.     Untitled 7   Spending endless days   In his arms, his love,   My only real rainbow.     Untitled 8   You never know   Perfection: Guardo   Every time that my God. "     Untitled 9   Paradise Now search:   Streets of gold, Silken Sheets, true God of Light   Shining forever.     Untitled 10   Glossary   Poets that begins when the town   Dictionary extremes.     Haiku for my rainbow   You are my rainbow   You are my everything   We are forever.     You're the love I:   I love you all, you are my everything   My heart in your hands.     Your love fills me with:   Every kiss, laugh, smile;   I sip from his cup.     Waves and are   We never bothered Deep Blue:   Our love is true.     You are my best friend;   I pray that this will never end;   Love is lived and taught eteal.Owen Johnston Wado Ryu Karate in Lake City, South Carolina. Enjoys reading, writing, training, movies and video games, and spending time with his girlfriend. This haiku is extracted from the author of "Heaven on Earth", a show that is available at the Johnston Wado Ryu Karate Community on-line.

Four Nature Poems Grendel s Ippodromo Counting days in English and Spanish

Four Nature Poems Grendel s Ippodromo Counting days in English and Spanish English Version1) Grendel? S DivorceYou must know that I do not hate you hateAnd, Because everything is dead twoSides; A sound is one arm of the quiet, Ice has its warm half.I hate to start to hate you To begin life again And never stop hating you: That's why I do not hate yet.I who hate you, and I do not hate you, like me Locks in your pocket: a history The weak, ramshackle joy? My hatred has two lives, so you toHate, That is why I hate you, hate you unless dodo, And also why I hate you when done. # 700 6/1/052) Grendel? S WaitingDo not go very far, as well aMoment, why? Why? What? S hard to say this: not a moment Not much, and is expected Grendel For you, as a gap in the cave, Nothing is safe.Don? This is not, even for an hour, Why? Why? Grendel? SFriends, full of anguish will be implemented, After running, choking the life Your heart? Oh, hide your profile, yes Not dissolve, simply hide, obscure, particularly in the eyelid and a Empty space, my good Dude, What? Why? At that time Wandering far, far goneSo no retu, and And love it still dies here? # 701 6 / 20053) Counting Days [Poetic Prose] Every day I wake up for me -- Thank God for another? For Today is just today. His Own history, one might say, Consumption of all the most recent Me.When me to look back, it seems Days, not several days (and not Story hour) and heads, Ali had on.I do not want to swallow up Tomorrow, which will pass, And consumed like a buing Review of autumn leaves. # 703 6 / 20054) Papà Augustus? S hip? Dromo [At the Racetrack in Lima, Peru? 5 / 2005] While I am here, outdoors Drift mine I must have looked long On the track, beyond the Horses, Someone shouts ? Trifecta! all? s in my area I won! # 707 6/1/05Spanish Version1) Divorce of GrendelUsted must odioY I do not know what I hate, Because everything is dead dosLados; A sound is one arm of calm, The ice is half to start caliente.Lo hate odiarle To start life again And never stop ODI? Ndola: That's why I do not hate? N. The hate him, and not hatred, as if I lead? Locks in your pocket: a history of a A d? Million, shredded happy? A Mi-hatred has two lives, so odiarloEs why you hate, hate when Hagon, And? No. Why? when you hate? I? .* 700 6/1/052) pending GrendelNo go very far, for m? s unMomento that "because because" E 'difficile? Council say this:.: No one is currently So long, and Grendel being? pending For you, as a cave vac? A Nothing is seguro.No est? a soloist? n for one hour, that the amigosde Grendel, full of anxiety for the performance? n After running? s you, choking the life From your heart? n? oh, hide your silhouette s? Non-discrimination? Lvalo only oc? LTEL, hide it, p? RPAD all in one Area vac? O my Friend, "Why, because at that time Vaga you there? idotan away, you do not retu? and ? Stay and love? die here? * 701 6 / 20053) Count D? as [POES? In prose] Each d? Dismissal? I Rtando Thanking God for another, from S today? so today. This is History is possible? say, Consume all of the past A m?. When I look atr? s, it seems D?, As long days (m's good History now) come and go, Ten cleansed? Unfortunately, I swallowed a sobre.No Ma? ana, the next? and pass? And use as fuel? n Piece of leaf oto? o. * 703 6 / 20054) The hip? Dromo Pap? Augusto [In Hip? Dromo in Lima for? -5/2005] While I'm here, open Get me drift I looked long fixed Below the hip? Dromo, m? s all? of Horses, Someone shouts ? "Trifecta" the whole world in my space ? Gan? In these poems we see human nature not only at work [in Grendel], but the nature of the invisible world, perhaps in an attempt to reach Mr. Siluk's poems. A joyful win at the track, and the countdown days, may be a hole. All so that a nice afteoon of reading. Rosa Peñaloza

I am very angry

I am very angry I am very angry because I am sick and tired of what I see as deception and dishonesty within the literary community. This is a long time, and nobody seems to pay attention to it or to it.I love my heart Publishamerica editor and publisher is a first class, but I saw with my own eyes that meet the individual discussion forum to ask everyone to make a evaluation of books that most always be more four or five stars reviews.These people then each of the books and a website and publish these comments, in my opinion decieve customers think they are independent and impartial reviews of these books for customers, when in fact they are in fact the comments from friends and fellow authors who claim to be impartial, but to me is the deception of the highest order and I think stinks.In should be referred immediately to stop these authors and is expected to apologize to these sites and our editor to do what is known as logrolling. That when the authors of a review more positive friendship work.It 's a scratch my back and I scratch your approach and I do not like one bit. A friend is more likely to help a friend and say something good even if the work can be bad. Most of these reviews are four and five stars and always the same names to review at Amazon and places like this and you will see these authors scratching the backs of others and the race is to the detriment of the player, in my opinion. I never asked for a revision of a co-author, because for me it is immoral to accept a revision of a fellow writer who is a friend or family member. My comments that you can be sure that they come from independent sources and honest as opposed to those who support and participate in this logrolling that must be stopped and abhored.It 's time for people to wake up and see the widespread deception in my opinion, and write to these people in order to put an end to this unfair practice. Really take off and hampers the efforts of honest writers out there who do not try to falsify anything or to deceive the system, as well as some in the business do.Let 's is a call for honesty and justice and an appeal to these people what I see as a trick favorable reviews for clients all over the place of his colleagues and partners cronies.Let 's show the honest writers out there in the world, that the support and efforts to make things the public in a fair way and frank and we end this pathetic logrolling for once all.Jeffrey Poet Michael MillerPublishamerica

Three Poems of Death and the freedom to comment frog with Liberty

Three Poems of Death and the freedom to comment frog with Liberty Rana SummerSummer grows hot, for the New blood frogs; The errors are subtle, however, the Frogs stay fat, young and daring. In these moments of impasse? Than Only listen, as away.Night-frittelle wither away in sleep. The brightness of the moing comes late, Expressive with my bones together? Frogs bother me, as my clay loosens.Rain drops the frog. The The survivors of the new creation? Their homes all over the world, As we thin !...# 765 7/21/05A dead death OveightOveight Fair, has lived in silence, so died.The air is not the same, Most breathe?. No one stops to see His ashes, I have saved?. Earless and eyeless All his friends are still silent.My with their love has become In sadness, during the night, discreet, quietly.7/12/05 # 766They America Listen No More! Once seemed a little 'things, When I was young and a teenager, but That my life, if necessary: For the honor, justice and the country, In this way, we can hear songsOf freedom! But now? M age? "No matter what you To fight alone, so as to pass through The wait to buy the freedom fainted. 7/24/05Note # 767 [the author]:? Our Constitution, perhaps the most precious document we have in America, or that the world has ever seen? This is the law of the country, seems to be declining in value, but was done for the people, not the govement, like most constitutions are. No? No matter who says this or that. This is the Supreme Court judges who seem to have problems in progress, and Presidents come and go. It is that while the Constitution remains, when the judges and their staff is implanted in him, no longer has value it should. It 'like giving a piece of peace? Who starts a war, which lowers the value of money, which I? I have seen too often. It seems that both the witnesses here today, but what? S quite disturbing and, therefore, our freedom of fashion with him. And so I wrote the poem? Let America listen to anything else? I suppose that in the protest. Poet Dennis Siluk

A place inside us that never dies

A place inside us that never dies The wind in my HeartWind, where it is?   It is, and it is not.   This makes the way through the leaves of a tree,   I am not yet able to see   where the wind comes, or when go.I like the wind makes the sound of the leaves of trees.   This is a quiet place with a much softer tone, as the rain   In a cool summer night.   There is a wind like heart.It make my way through my soul,   Are fresh and new.   It is the air we breathe,   and the strength that gives me life.Sam Oliver, author of "Integrating the Feminine Spirit: Retuing to the matrix of Creation "------------------- ---- ---------------- Life 's ProcessThe fallen leaves, the tail of the tadpole reduces the distance   hibeation begins, and new links come our way.   The branch in bloom, the shell cracks,   and we wonder why we wanted to go back.Life is filled with many changes.   Sometimes slow and time of acceleration.   Much of our life is full of confusion,   then there is a clear point of reorientation.To win, we must first lea to give up   and begin to implement start within us.   We have reached a new beginning in the terminal.   In arid fallow time, begins.It new life as we become a formlessness   And empty friend brings a new birth.   A new theme music, a strange smell in a snap   and a slight hint that something is different indicates that the changes need.Sam Oliver, author of "A Life in Review"

The Bums Ass poem from another planet

The Bums Ass poem from another planet When Dennis showed me this poem in the bar-bookstore, I could not stop laughing, I think everyone in search of the place for me. It 'very funny. The planet is a little 'poetry is funnyness. Ass RosaThe poem   [Only for mature people, more than thirty] The name of this poem I know   It is a po 'schifo?   Men, but this thing?   And we all know that,   And is a past time,   ? Case! called? Ass watch. One could say that the eyes of men   And a woman? s ass, I am very   Good friends: yes yes   (I wonder if women know this?)? In any case, how it works   Like this: is not there? t   Really have to make women   Not from normal, unless   To view it, and walk?   It needn? t even talk?   It can also stupid   If you want to (a)?. The eyes of men will do everything   The work, perhaps   It 'also the host.   This is a fun that young people and sport   Old can do, and if the woman   Not? t like it, or wants   How bad attention, they need only   Back on the rock. # 1220 2/18/06 specifically for all those curves there.Bums from another planet? You know, the Earth is a new, fresh soil   Why care?   ? Ah! Yes, right? I said, the question of who had lived on the old bemused.I   Dusty, out planet, the United Nations recommends --   Universe (which was long ago)? "   If they differ? How? Holes in socks, some   Left on Scotch and knobbly knees? # 1223 2/18/06See Dennis' website:

The God of the dead Copan in English and Spanish

The God of the dead Copan in English and Spanish English VersionAnd the death of God has said? Give her glory in the Valle del Rio? For a season, then on, we speak of Copan? Prologue: Empires come and go, to compare the cosmic events, or the storms around the world: Atlantis, Mu, Greece, Persia, Rome, the Inca nation, and even the great Maya heroic times of Copan, in Central America . All and all came to the left, in one way or another, now just dust and artifacts in the spiral of time. But I recognize that only a king, smoke iMix [K-God], because he was the last of the great warrior, I think. [The Saga begins] First of it? New light? 8th Lord of the night in Copan Valley? Then light broke [3114 BC] on the Copan Valley? Women and men went hand in hand to create a new civilization? "But where is peace, there is blood in the sand? and this is where it all began? .1. [628 AD] was the residue of Atlantis So, some people say? Copan is now dead? Athens from another world Standing high in Piazza Grande Copan? Carved in stone? Stained blood red? Toni [Here? Here] It is the field of stelae smoke iMix-God-K The Great Warrior King Maya Praise for Tlaloc: Tlaloc? The well-known Jaguar-God (Smoke iMix, ruler of the 12th dynasty) Lord and God of Copan Valley2. The King Ah! gave blood, the blood Splattered on every stone and stream Ruler for sixty-eight years? (Left Atlanteon tears) He was a builder, like the pharaohs, How old Uruk Gilgamesh; Sign up on the monuments in the world? (What works great) 3 Rio Copan Valley In the Rio Copan Valley, came the drought, defeat, the rivalry between king and nobles, who broke his back and the dreams of the Copan kings, and so is back to its full destiny, and the memory at its zenith ? Ah! ? It 'was a spectacular view once, now fading, fading? via a ", in the bushes, weeds and dust?. # 467/Feb, 2005, to Clark A. Smith, poet, Who thought that Copan has been associated with Atlantis.Versi? N de Espa? OlEl Dios de la Muerte de CopanPor Dennis L. SilukTraducido for Nancy Pe? AlozaY el Dios de la Muerte dijo:? D? Jelo levantarse de su Gloria en el Valle del R? o? estació for? n; después? sd? JALO que se vaya, we llamaremos Copan? Prologue: imperios is y van, comparados events Como c? smicos, tormentas o alrededor del mundo. Atl? NTIC, Mu, Greece, Persia, Rome, la Naci? Inca N, e incluso el gran Tiempo Heroic Maya de Copan, en Am? Rica Central. Everything comes and goes, a u otra forma, now as POLVO justo y de la artefactos spiral of time. Pero escoger? One un rey, smoke iMix [God-K], por el que fue de los ultimo del Guerrero, or eso es lo que pienso. [How? begins leyenda] Before the hubiera? new light? If el Octavo? o de la Noche gobeanza? en el Valle de Copan? ? después? en la luz se esparcir? [3114 BC] sobre el Valle de Copan? Mujeres y hombres y de la caminaron tomados hand to create a civilizaci? N nueva? Pero donde hay paz, hay sangre en Las Arenas ... y todo esto empezó where is it? , 1st [628 Después? S de Cristo] Este fue de los Restos Atl? NTIC Eso dicen some? Ahora Copan Muerto? La Atenas de otro mundo Permanece Alto de la Gran Plaza de Copan? Tallada de Piedra? Manchados con sangre roja? tonos [Aqu? Aqu?] Esta en la Estela smoke iMix God-K El Gran Rey Guerrero Maya Giving an Alabanza Tlaloc: Tlaloc? El Dios renombrada-Jaguar (Smoke iMix, el Gobeador the 12th Dynasty? A) where? Or Dios y del Valle de Copan2. El Rey Ah! La sangre que dio el, la sangre? Tom L? Desparramada de Piedra y cada riachuelos Gobeador for sesenta y ocho a? OS? (Sin l? Grimas de Atl? Nticos) El fue a manufacturer, such as Pharaoh, Como Antiguo de Uruk Gilgamesh; Monuments Inscrita de, en todo lugar? (Trabajos Fueron profundos) 3rd Valle del R? O Copan En el Valle del R? O Copan, Wine sequencer? A defeat, rivalidad entre el rey y que la Nobleza break? el Soporte y los due? os de los Reyes de Copan, y entonces se derrumb? once on a destiny inmutable, desaparecieron y, en su punto mas alto? ? Ah! ? esto fue una volta una vista espectacular, now deca? da, desaparecio? o? oo? between vegetaci? n, y el POLVO Mala hierba?. # 467/Feb, 2005; a dedicated A. Clark Smith, Poet, a CRE that quien estaba relacionado con Copan Atl? ntica.Note: Spanish version completed 4-20-2005.Author and poet Dennis L. Siluk is currently in Honduras in San Pedro de Sula, about an hour ride on the Copan site, which will be tomorrow, and it is only the Spanish version of the poem ... Rosa Pe? Aloza

In Haiti Mountans of a poem in English and Spanish

In Haiti Mountans of a poem in English and Spanish In the mountains of Haiti (in town)? July is a hot months? Sweating Poverty in every street coer (In Port de Prince); mixingMemory desire to cause agitation. Not much rain in Haiti (1986); Summer is busy for us, the construction The Medical Clinic, in the mountains?. (In mountain)? A new life for the dry village. With only one shower of rays of the sun (Idle) who have finished my work should a rest? The other (young) kept in the sun, Was sick? A bed. And my colleagues were afraid. (Night's)? A bunch of fragmented images When the rays of the sun beating (And the foliage was not drained refuge) has given way to the sounds of crickets And at night? S Voodoo drums. The shadow of the rocks? Be extended It seemed to scream, yell? Speaking !...( rumori night)? I did not know what to think In some ways, seem to speak to me now. Traces, crackling fire, singing voice: with the brush, Locke, and huts? About; All night noises that never cease? N. wind under the door? None; You see, not to know? Only hear (you live). Note [# 777, 7/27/05]: The author spent some 'time in Port de Prince, Haiti, in an orphanage, doing some' work with children, has contributed to a puppet show and the author spent some time in the mountains of Haiti, if you have some 'work to create a medical clinic with a team of his church in a village where there is no medical care, 19-student, was the oldest , one might say, or one of the two, in 1986.In Spanish las Monta? as de Haites? (En la ciudad) Julio en un mes caluroso-h? Medo Poverty afuera en la calle cada (En el Puerto de Pr? Ncipe); mezclar The memory con el deseo causing emocio? N. N. llovía a mucho en Haites? (en 1986) El verano nos mantuvo ocupados, construyendo A cl? Nica medical de las Monta? How?. (En las Monta? Ace)-Una Nueva Vida, por la la? Rtica Villa. Solamente una ducha con rayos de sol (Descansar) is sobre mis hombros Par? el trabajo para descansar un rato; Los DEM? S (j? Venesia) if maintained? A trabajando en el sol, Todos ellos enfermarse postrados consiguieron en cama. Y mis businesses? Eros de equipo llegaron a estar asustados. (The night is) a month? N de im? Gene fragmentadas Donde los rayos del sol-sol? A golpear (Todo el follaje seco no consigue? Dar refugio) Giving Paso, al Sonido de los grillos Y los tambores Voodoo noctuos ? Las sombras de las Rocas, extendidas. Parece? A gritar gritar, talking with gritos? (Sounds noctuos) Yo nunca lo que ellos estaban Pensando supermarket From ALG? NO way, ellos parece? Hablarme an hour. Steps; crujido de Fuegos, voces cantando: Por arbustos, Chozas y, - all in the search: Todos los sonidos que noctuos jam? S pararon -- Sin viento debajo de la puerta-nada; T? Ves, no sabes nada solo oyes (Tu estas vivo). Note (# 777, 7/27/05): El author pas? ALG? s Tiempo de Puerto Pr? ncipe, Haites? in a Orfanato ALG haciendo? n trabajo con los ni? os; ayuda? ndoles a poner un teatro de t? teres; How? El Paso Author ALG? s Tiempo de las Monta? as de Haites?, ALG haciendo? n en el trabajo building a cl? tronic medical group with a de su Iglesia para la villa not a ning ten o'clock? n Medically average, 19 students; el era el mayor Ud. Podr a decir, o uno de los dos; ATR? s it 1986.Poet, Dennis Siluk

Who are you a poem on the birth

Who are you a poem on the birth ? Who are you?   (Birth Certificate) Part One   Childbirth? Hello? I said, as the birth from the womb? As a spirit, he seemed to appear   From scratch, fell from her mother?. Who are you? I assume that the birth cry,   Now open your eyes, was a bloody birth; theBirth room, to him unknown: strange.With all your heart to beat, no longer in the darkroom (the uterus) has requested the re-birth,   ? Who are you? I suppose in their own language (now flesh and blood, to the clock of the time)! Part Two   Shore themShe brought him and his sister, like fire, wind ragingIn; raging with pain from side to side   Crying in vain? She wore a kiss with love by going with the pain? Part Three   Back to spinning BackShe was like the moon to the earth, to give birth in hospital?   Soaked in blood, sweat and back to back laidThe twins, the search for another?, Ready,   Come in the world, was bo discoveredBeing work? From the warm sea   From inside the body was floating notEasy caal? Felt in each other, now   They were among the living, were still alive. # 1285 3/23/2006, writing in El Parquet in Miraflores, Lima, Peru (by Cody S.), I think, I feel sometimes our children do not know, recognize, or take the time to discuss the cargo, the pain The mother has to spend, to consume a child's birth here on earth. I am not trying to conquer a woman, the support on this issue, I am grateful for the fact that only my mother giving me my life, and feel all the people who breathe, should never forget the great gift of his mother, her life. DennisSee Dennis' website: Laureado Poeta en San Jeronimo-Huancayo, Peru

The cold Nephilm Twilight A short epic

The cold Nephilm Twilight A short epic The dawn was cold   Only warm clothes   Dog fur on their flesh!   (They came in the middle of winter   For the circle of Raphaim   Coming down from heaven came   (The shining Ones, The Nephilm);   Came from the cosmos,   For band around the neck   Of the human race? Humanity? S beautiful!   To obtain the shadow bracket   In the twilight of the cold night;   They had to kill Jews   To subdue Jerusalem   To make right misfortunes.   (Old giants of old,   Angelic Renegades;   Sentinels of the sky.) When they sleep, they rested?   In addition to a roaring fire?   And the wind and the air con   Whirling Machines particles, pieces of faces,   Shadow exposed? All with deep   Yellow-red glows.Damned from God, his rebel enemies   (These prehistoric giants with souls));   The gray sea of demonic beasts   Blazing a path through the story:   He came with a dark noise of folly   Revenge for the suffering of the old? Note: 5/29/06 # 1361/Written El Parquet, Lima, PeruAzaz? El? S Wikibooks not old gifts for you   N. perfume or Vampric words:   My only hate, who storms in me   As the fire in the halls of hell   When the soul follows the earth.Ye, comparable to the Moon and Sunrise   We are slaves lustful ways Illum   In the valley of the saints multiorgasmic   We seduce the women of the earth   And since the birth of hybrids Nephilm.Note: 5/28/06, # Written originally in 1353, Lima, PeruSee Dennis' website:

Portrait of the artist as a young Dog

Portrait of the artist as a young Dog Emlyn Williams Theater, Mold, North Wales: February 20 2003Clwyd Theater Cymru commemorated the 50th anniversary of the death of the Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas (1914-1953), with an excellent execution of the actions of a small, but in fact cast actors. described the program as "a jouey through the theater of prose writing Dylan Thomas', the production was created by Tim Baker, an Associate of the Royal National Theater, which won the Manchester Evening News Best Visiting Production award in 1992 by the famous To Kill a Mockingbird.Although Thomas is best known for? range of voices, Under Milk Wood, his evocative poems such as Fe Hill and not go gentle into that Good Night, rarely missing when we are celebrating 20th century poetry anthologies are together. In reality, this charming interpretation of Thomas? The short stories could be described as a rich fusion of prose and poetry. For example, in one scene to cross a river of speech? Escalator? and from the outset he describes his piece? love? words as follows:? And these words are for me, as the notes of bells, the sounds of musical instruments, the noises of wind, sea and rain, the sound of milk carts, the clopping of hooves on cobbles, the fingering branches in a window, could be someone deaf from birth, who has miraculously found his hearing. The Company may use only five stools and orange boxes to set the scene for Thomas? s alive the memories of his childhood in Swansea. The young Dylan is played brilliantly by Russell Gomer, that reinforcements and capers across the hazily lit stage, reliving the poet? S each memory as if it were his own. His fellow actors in a multitude of characters. Built, but very little with Zo? Davies is adept at playing both male and female roles, from oppressed aunts to inebriated old. Walters and Morgan, one of the hair of a giant gingerbread man, is memorable for its portrayal of the young poet? S-uncle as a bear, and I, Thomas? S friend who invents names for passing foreigners, and as a link to pay for the stolen cattle binge drinking. While the face of cherubic David Rees Talbot puts in a memorable performance as Ray, a young man whose tragic past is forgotten but inevitably revisited briefly when Thomas and walk along the shore to paddle in the enigmatic and engaging Thomas lived a short surf. The self-destructive and, if successful literary life. His father, a professor of English at the local elementary school, he began to read Shakespeare to him at the age of four years and began writing poems in his eighth year. His childhood and adolescence are critical to your work later? even though he left school without formal qualifications and not lea the Welsh language. Swansea moved to London in 1934, famous saying, The land of my fathers My fathers can keep it. Thomas? The first two books, poems and 18 Twenty-five poems, were published respectively in 1934 and 1936. He married Caitlin MacNamara, in 1937 (he had three children during their tempestuous years together) and made his first radio transmission with mode life and the poet in the BBC Welsh Services the following year. After the Second World War, its popularity as a poet has grown in direct proportion to his reputation as a drinker. However, its positive, won an enthusiastic following rhetorical style, and poems, such as the refusal of regret for the death of a child from London Fire Brigade led the conference tour of the United States. He died in San Vicente? S Hospital, New York, November 9 1953.This stage adaptation of Portrait of the artist as a young dog? so full of humor and pathos - undoubtedly pleased parents and teachers try to introduce young people to Thomas? s work. The adult audience is entranced by his ironic, witty narrative and flamboyant presentation. There is no doubt that in the future, new businesses to revitalize the theater production and become a tribute to one of the world? S poets.About The 20th century has contributed to numerous AuthorPaula role of guides, magazines and newspapers on subjects of literature, travel, culture and history. And 'now the online editor of two books: About the poetry and all information about the English culture --

The Bum of Kuelap Amazonas poetry

The Bum of Kuelap Amazonas poetry Come, share a wild Kuelap Bum? S sunny afteoon? I sit here drinking my coffee and coke waiting for my chicken saltado [chicken with potatoes and rice), and listen to the voices, you can go: the sounds of the engines of iron   Purring like cats and mice with a roaring standing squeaky tires raceRacing about the AFC? (The Parquet in Miraflores)) Lima)), and the streets around the park? The sun is hot above our heads like me? MReading Jack Kerouac? S:? The Dharma Bums? I feel like one.My date back to the Amazon region? This time-theAndean jungle? in five days. My mind is excited, is   When my views are beautiful grass courts snowcapped mountains, and ahead in front of me, are the ancient ruins of Kuelap   I can also see the wild warriors of antiquity: the Chachapoyas, the Incas Fighting in nature, deep in the Andean jungle Peru.I the incredible peace here, lost in a maze of thoughts, looking certain roads may oven sweating, drinking my coffee and coke in peace while I write and dream? and ready for my next trip. 3/23/2006 # 1283 author note: I was in the Andes and the Amazon and the Amazon, as they are known for their sections, ranging from Peru and Ecuador to Brazil and Venezuela, which have been in these regions or sectors, but I'm dreaming, and continue for a period of five days, which is known as the Andean-Amazonian region, where the elevation is an integral part of the equation of the jungle, not in other regions. Therefore, this is where? Fortaleza forgotten? is similar to that? Great Custody? in Zimbabwe. Forget the fortress dates back to around 800 AD.See Dennis' website:

Family Poems Out of Minnesota now in Spanish and English

Family Poems Out of Minnesota now in Spanish and English 1? Mother? S UIf there is more sad for my mother's u,   Can I? T image.   To this day, is it possible? T fathom other losses,   such as the fact one.In, nobody thinks that I am in my china cabinet   In my living room.   In contrast to the cemetery, where no one sees   But our Christian God. # 1012 12/2005Spanish VersionLa u Madres de mi hay algo m? s sad that the u de mi madre,   No puedo imaginar.   Up to this d? A No puedo otra includes p? Rdida,   How big? Sta.De fact, none that I look Cree en mi armario de vajillas   En mi sala de estar.   Unlike the Cementerio, where no one ve,   but our Christian God .* 1012 Diciembre/20052? Lutto MotherSomething has a change when my mother died,   My feelings were flat, my heart is cold, very sad.She died, she was again, but it is between --   where I live, and that still hurts that it is gone. # 1013 12/2005Spanish VersionCongoja one really MadreAlgo Change?, Muri Cuando mi madre? "   Planas fueron mis Emoción, mi coraz? n fr? o muy triste.Ella Muri?, Ella Naci? de nuevo, pero en el intermedio is   where I live, esto y todavia a duel, which she fuera .* 1013 Diciembre/20053? We all MirrorMust finish on the mirror?   Think of death   as if the end of life, it will be easier in the next.   I think we can make more love as you like.   You have a place in both worlds?   But perhaps only a mirror. # 1015 12/05Spanish VersionUn EspejoTodos we terminar me? ndonos en el espejo?   Reflexionar su muerte   Como si el final de la vida aqu?, Ser? m? s f? cil de la siguiente.   Me imagino que t? aqu puedes amar tanto? Como puedes amar all?.   T? tienes un lugar de Ambos Mundos?   Pero quiz? S, s? Ecco un espejo 1015 .* Diciembre/054? Mama? s BoyfriendBehind a fence was an old apple tree   My mother? s friend? Eie? s.   I, along with other boys, standing in the yard   Year after year, if he was not? t matter   Jumped on them. A voice from the tree   seemed to call us and we ate the red   And green apples. Then one day he cut   The tree down. I asked why? He said:? If you look at the world from children   Eyes, and so what? s in them. # 1016 12/05Spanish VersionEl Novio de Mam? DETR? s de la Valla hab? a un viejo Manzano   Was Novio de mi madre? Eie.   Junto con otros ni? Os, en aquella Estuve Valla   A? O tras a? or, when? L no estaba mirando,   Brincamos on its activities. Voz A that one of the Sun? Rbol   Parece a llamaos? comimos aquellas manzanas y Rojas   Y verdes. Entonces un d? A? L cort?   El? rbol. Le pregunta? ? for qu? ? l dijo:? T? the world miras con ojos Infantiles,   Y yo s? que hay en ellos. * 1016 Diciembre/055? Brother? s Growing OldWhen we were children, me and my brother   Art went hand in hand,   And, sometimes, in a fight.   I'm the guy, he? S is the oldest one.   My brother? Blond S,   Does not seem to be crazy,   I am the evil redhead.It never speak to me,   Maybe I'm still the same.   My brother? S still quiet   He hasn? t changed. Safe   We? ve hours old   Have been through many things;   And he now has feelings. # 1014 12/2005Spanish VersionLa Maturity HermanoCuando de mi? Ramos ni? os, mi hermano y yo   Camin like that? bamos de espalda a espalda,   Y a veces appointment? bamos peleando   Yo soy el menor? L es el Mayor.   El Rubio de mi hermano,   Nunca parece a ponerse furioso,   Yo soy el pelirrojo enfadado.Nunca harass me? hablar de esto,   Quiz? s an todavia soy el mismo.   Mi hermano todavia? A apacible ES,   ? l No ha cambiado. Excepto   Now that we envejecido,   Hemos pasado por muchas cosas;   Y? l ahora tiene sentimientos. 12/20056 # 1014? The WishboneLook, a collarbone. Here? And my desire.   ? You have the small side, I have great.   You have your wish? ? Yes,   Maybe next time you? ll win. # 1017 of 12/20/2005Spanish VersionEl hueso DeseoMira, a desire of hues. Aqu? est? mi deseo.   ? Te toc? lado el peque? O, touch me? el Grande.   ? Pediste tu deseo? ? S ',   Talvez la pr? ximaer time, t? ganes. # 1017 20/Diciembre/2005Translated Rosa PenalozaSee Dennis' web site: see Dennis' poetry book

Interview with Angel Logan Author Wings of an Angel collection of poems

Interview with Angel Logan Author Wings of an Angel collection of poems Reader Views would like published author, Angel Logan, who is her new book? Wings of an Angel: the collection of poems. Juanita: Thank you for talking with us today, Angel. Please give us some 'knowledge on the subject? Wings of an angel. Angelo: Thank you Juanita, you? Saturday, joy to speak with you. ? Wings of an angel? means many things for me. It 'my first book published, and my introduction to the literary world. There is hope? not only for me but for the reader and aspiring writer. I want my words to touch my readers to a level that enables them to adapt to their   Own personal experiences. I want to tell them, even? Wow, I am not alone, and I can   Success. I would also suggest that the authors, there are a multitude of ways to live of their work   published.Juanita and we have other works, but what was your inspiration? Wings of an angel? Angel: dreams, hope and awareness that other show? s possible to make their dreams become a   Reality. I feel like I am a good example, because I live my dream.   I have at least 50% of my book in a ocean of Old Orchard Beach, Maine. I felt so   Peace and tranquility, so that the words are from my hand. Above all, I feel   as my goal in life is to help others through leaing as much as possible and then teach others what I am?   Ve leaed. Then you can teach others what they are? Ve leaed, and so on and so forth. E 'la school   Life and I feel like my writing is my tool to make them happen, and my personal   Contribution, in my own? Angel? way.Juanita: In these turbulent times, it is necessary so that people can live, that their   Dreams. Via showers that help us to stay with the possibility to switch. Your book? Wings of an Angel   Collection of poems? It's just that for your readers. If your optimism and faith? Angel: I think it is the science of leaing, so that life when you feel better? Re   Positive. My? Human Relations? University professor, a very close friend, was   One of my greatest teacher of life. I was in a really difficult time for many years, and invited   crying, feelings of hope and destruction. This was during a time when it seemed to be easier   Pessimistic and cynical, as positive. You try something else suggested. She asked me,   four words to say to me, when I fear, doubt or negativity? ? Father, I am   Trust. She told me I do not believe that something like religion, but the word? Father? represented   what I wanted it to be, if it is God or the universe or even to me. I was not? T very   open at this point, but that my friend asked me something, why not. Of course, my   Thinking it was not? t, which for me at this moment I have and I had nothing to lose. For the next   a couple of days I started to say those four words to me. Sometimes it was, when I feel afraid   Doubts about me or just feel pessimistic. Every time I said, it felt strange at first, because they come from   It makes no sense to me. But, suddenly, without realizing it, I was my case with the four   Word. It 'was like I was replacing the other behavioral sense of fear or doubt or negativity with a   Behaves differently. I don? T remember the crucial moment, when I started to feel different. I just   Finally noticed that things weren? t the same thing, and I began to see the horizon of hope, but only by   Change the way I looked at things. A philosopher, Dr. Wayne Dyer has said? If you   as things, things change. My friend was looking into the   same time, using this phrase, and you are absolutely right. I understand that life is considerably better   more satisfied, and I with a smile and a better perspective. Instead of allowing a conflict or an obstacle   Because I leave, I must find a way to persevere. It may seem just a little 'to   say that a sentence for me, but it was a great lesson in my attitude has changed. Trust and   optimist, has an influence on my life and now I can not? t see any other way.Juanita: Like the poems take place on paper for the collection? Angel: When I write, I always start with pencil in hand. I know that the technology is of paramount importance and   Wonderful. But I feel like I can, the best of my writing through my pen on paper. I? Ve   always this way, a little 'like a puzzle. I thought that the title and the issue before   Every poem written. The messages are related to the life and teachings of love, that I really wanted. I   Haven? t experienced everything there is to experience life. But I leaed a few things together   The way. I? Ve looked at other difficult to lea a few hours, and I wanted to find a way, all   Of that assistance to others. When writing the body of each poem I wrote in the piece, and when I had   They are all? I would like glue and figuratively, to complete poetry. If I? Ve created   something that gives me a rush, I feel like I am ready, whatever the computer.Juanita: Tell us more about symbolism? Wing? and what? Wing? Media you.Angel: To me, your wings are the part of the spirit that lifts you in life and allows you to climb. It   is where your heart dream, the place where he lives with hope and confidence and   where growth and awareness started. My name is Angel, and of course people are not? T surprised   The title of my book, but it means so much more than a name. The wings are our gifts   and our ability to grow through life and hopefully I? ve common threads that weave   in each of my poetry book.Juanita: What are the common experiences in the jouey through life, that your readers   Please refer to your poems? Angel: I think, a common experience for most people fear. It 'so simple that fear, to determine   The path of our destiny. Our conces may prevent us from using the refusal or failure, but rather   Often? Fear prevents us from opportunity and success. Sometimes we miss the best   of what life has to offer, because they fear the worst. In many cases, we are at the end of the creation of separate   Worst, why? ve to fear us. If we just need a little 'more confidence,   perhaps we would have many more happy moments. I believe that fear lives below each poem? S   individual subjects, with the hope that the solution.Juanita: Do you have favorites in this collection? Angel: My collection of my poems in it? The fifth season? e? Sands of Time.   These two poems are more about unconditional love. ? Campo d'Oro? I truly exemplary research.   ? Welcome to Dream Street? is probably the most special of the collection. Even if the style is a little '   differs from the rest of the poem, it really talks about the message I'm trying to convey. If you?   ll notice, bits and pieces are closely associated throughout the poem that some other poems, both in   Content or title. ? Welcome to Dream Street? is the beginning of my poem many years ago, and is   is how I feel and what I believe today.Juanita: You can get a lot of praise for the illustrations? Wings of an angel. The cover, which   the first we see is very beautiful and captivating. Please tell us the cover and what it means   For you? Angel: When choosing an artist to do illustrations for my book, I knew I needed someone   , On the basis of my work on a personal level. The artist I chose is ultimately up to the end of my   Rates. It seemed really me and my message. His style was not? T, what I wanted initially.   But when I saw his work, I knew that was exactly what I wanted. The angel is me? After reflection on   Life and love, and try to find a way to raise awareness for other people. The artist takes l '   Angel in me, how? Angel? perfect. The angel on the cover is not just for Wings of an Angel Poetry   Collection, but it is also my logo, what happened to me as author.Juanita: You Book signings and conferences on? Wings of an angel.   How is this part of the process? Angel: Honestly, I did not? T enjoy the language of the process. I do so because it is necessary   In order to promote my book, but I? ve never felt comfortable speaking in public. Book signings aren? T really   to my advantage, unless a library or an institution is willing to buy books in advance.   Otherwise, the cost falls on me, and it is not? T or fiscally advantageous as possible for me to have   To buy my books for signings. Do not forget, are still in the initial phase of my career. I?   VE is often seen that the authors have signings weren? t succeed, just because.   Book signings, in my view, should then, if you know that your book is selling very   Copies. I believe that an author to receive a certain number, to ensure that a signature   will not only be of benefit to the author, but also the orientation of the signature, because well.Juanita: What are the problems so far? Angel: Fortunately I do? ve been blessed with a lot of positive feedback. Many of those who don? T in rule book   Poems they told me that as soon as I opened the book, they found something different from what   Expected. I? VE heard that people are too because my book, who were happy about what   They discovered inside. That tells me that my biggest challenge would be to find a way to encourage people   For my book. If only I could get a copy of Oprah, maybe, as he and the council. I am   Fortunately, however, why? ve got very free customer reviews, and I? ve seen   Tears in the eyes of some of my readers. I think it must be the incredible comments?   know that my work actually touched another person on this level.Juanita: Angel, what you said to someone simple? t seem to find hope in their respective   Situation? Angel: We often beyond us to find answers. Many seek happiness outside of bridge   Inteal cavity, or even define. What I want is people to recognize that the answers are   Ourselves and alcohol. We must recognize the unique gifts we are all bo with, before   Experiences outside of our joy. Hope isn? T, we have to create something, something that is   Already there, that we are ready to continue. Only then you can do is to study the   Mirror and, as it shows. Can we? T obtain recognition from another, if we do not know who we are   Are. Can we? T fortunate to another, unless you can be happy. We can be negative   and expect the worst, or you can go out and make our future miracles. With irreducible   Determination, we can, but we must be willing to do the work and assume that   we will succeed, personally and professionally. Even more? We must set the tone of what we want   From life. We do not? T travel on us, and accidentally self-destructive or believe in   Us. We have a choice to make life happen or let it happen around us. If you decide   not accept less than what we are willing to give, then, we have a chance. We must   our power to stop the dark elements of life and remind us of contamination, it can be? t   Check on each other in our lives. But we can be ourselves and how to react to our   Feeling. Each emotion is, in my opinion. I don? T we have to stifle the emotions.   Instead, I think we should find a way to convey the emotions and so that we can move forward   And apply what we have? ve leaed to the next experience. It goes back to leaing and teaching   ourselves, and through them to others.Juanita: This is so profound, that advice will undoubtedly lead to the creation of the spark   Fullness of the power we have within us. You said that you think it is important that you   Faiess and teach others what they have leaed. How important do you think that this aspect should be identified,   fulfill the dreams of their single? Angel: I think that we live in a cycle of life and the old proverb about the back, what really   Apply. It seems as if you have a negative, the result is negative. For the same reason, if you   Positive, the result is positive. You can walk down the street and a stranger. Your   Eyes meet, and may be merely an expression and to move forward. The possibilities are? is   Do the same. If you gave them a dirty look, I bet that will do it again. Now you have? Ve a   Negative situation, which didn? exist. But if you decide to consider and give them a smile,   E 'so that they could feel at ease and smile back at you. Perhaps they were a bad   Day and gave them a stranger, a smile, a moment of silence that you hadn? t had the whole day. Then   Smile when you retu, you may feel better. So who do not.   So the answer to your question, I think we can achieve much more than we can be productive and   You can not be an obstacle, if only we believe. If we in the most positive   Possible way, will be back to us, in the form of personal or professional success. It is not? T   always on the program we want, but you can? t be nice just once and with a shower of positive   Cascade over us. We must make it an integral part of our way of living to see positive   Results. Then, the sky is the limit in terms of what we can achieve and achieve.Juanita: Talk to us about dreams and fears, and the poems of this collection issues.Angel I think? Welcome to Dream Street? is the poem that best demonstrates how dreams can   Indeed, through faith in themselves, trust and affection that you in the mirror. ? Jersey   Crossroads? is an example of how better to let go of fear and anxiety that you may take further measures to   the path of confusion and to find your way. ? Labyrinth of Illusion? is about dreams and literal   What we experience when our dreams, while sleeping.Juanita: Angel you? ve a writer for many years, but also have two other passions, music and   Wedding advice. Tell us about these and other interests, as we came to the decision   mainly on the writing career, at this point? Angel: So what? Marriage counseling has never been a passion for me. It 'was something that was good and   Fully enjoyed. For years, my phone rings, because a friend or another call   me for advice or help in any way possible. I can be resources and I want to help others   Their objectives. I found myself with the support of many friends planning their wedding, to be exact   Useful. I had just received from a company created by another, and suggested a friend   I believe that freedom to help companies in a bill. Since I was in a transitional period in my life,   I thought that it was not? T is a bad idea. So I went for them. I made the necessary inquiries, and then   Angel Bells Wedding Consulting was bo. I was' amused, I have many wonderful people, and I   Absolutely nothing. It 'was a chapter that is only for a short period of time in my life, but I   Really enjoyed. Music, on the other hand, is certainly the passion and the head to head with   Writing. I think that both are part of my life for an equal period of time and I love both. But,   What I? I leaed on the road that you just aren? t enough hours in the day, I do   All I want to do. I had a big TEN-and-a-half-year career in sound engineering and knew that   if I wanted my writing career, I needed to make some changes. I miss my music, and I   Believe that one day I? Back to LL? maybe not healthy, but I like my   Black-tie jazz club one day.   I believe that when one door closes, another opens. By choosing to walk away from my music   Career if I did, I was writing for my career. Everything happens for a reason.Juanita: Which writers / poets not you like? Angel: I like Walt Whitman, as he is known for writing one? Free verse? Style, without   under the traditional rules of poetry or writing. I write in? Free verse? Style, and I am a firm   Believer to be a leader, create your own style and not a follower and do what   All others do not. I also have some passages and quotes from Kahlil Gibran, Henry David Thoreau,   Ralph Waldo Emerson and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.Juanita: What other projects are you working now? Angel: I have my first novel for some years. I have in front of Poetry   Collection, but if I have enough poems completed? I decided to take some 'time from the novel   Publication of collection of poems. Although, I'm knee deep in the areas of marketing my poems, I am now, a   a little 'more attention to the completion of my novel, so I can be released. I hope to do this year.Juanita: How can your readers find out more about you and your works? Angel: The best place would be to visit my website. You? Ll find all the relevant information   About me and all my work. I maintain the website, and I try to keep it regularly updated.   Readers a look at my site in one or   Both web address leads to the same page. Where are you? Ll have a lot of material to read, but   I hope that you? ll walk away with a better understanding of who they are and what my job.   If you like what you see, please visit my guestbook so I know that you were there.Juanita: Thanks for this wonderful interview Angel. Do you have a   Inspirational book of poetry, in a very practical one and breathes life with every word.   Your messages? Hope? touch and move in a loving way. We really hope all the best for   Their efforts, and I look forward to more from you in the future. Please shares the latest   With your thoughts readers.Angel: Thank you, I really appreciate this interview and all his kind words. I think that my last   You may think that life is not it? t always easy, and we will work with the challenges from time to time.   We can do it safely out of the fear and lose all life is precious, or it may be hoped and   a leap of faith to go after our dreams. Not? T, we have to hasty decisions without   Preparation or thought. This means we can do at home is necessary, but it was sufficient   us that we can overcome any challenge, whether big or small. If a plan not? T work, then go to   Plan B, C and so on, until it. I believe the motto that I try to live, says the best? No   Losses, no boundaries? Juanita Watson is the Assistant Editor for Reader Views

Pablo Lima, poetic prose

Pablo Lima, poetic prose It was in an airplane, said when he met my friend, I'll call Pablo, Pablo de Lima, is not sure of his name, his real name, of course, but then What kind of friend, I have to give its real name? in fact, not a friend, on behalf all.Her, Teresa, someone. I met her at a party, Pablo de Lima, a house without a name, Pablo de Lima, I would like to announce first-hand. Are you crazy, like Pablo, tu the salvation of his friends, rich and poor. I asked him, "Teresa, why are you so angry Pablo? Pablo was not aware of the fact that in this time.She explained:? We were in the plane, sat next to me, second class, and spoke briefly, told me about himself, what he meant is that when it is grown, his family, made out of the way in which was rich. He talked of his friends, many friends and so on and so forth. He invited me to this feast, which of course I met you. And before I met you, Saturday (is it? And now pointing to a chair), and a woman arrived, set on the table, right in front of me, as a lesbian flirted, and I asked him? Are you flirting with me, you are a lesbian, because there is on me, on the side of your eyes? N the girl? T say a word, everything that has been away from me, why? Everyone, no more. I thought, Teresa: now what kind of festival is it? Then, as has been made rich. This is what I said Teresa, now? S me looking for an answer (but it was not to tell me something, has kept a look at a picture of Pablo on the fireplace, one of his youth with his mother, Pablo de Lima) like the other guests arrive, I knew that many, like Juan and his brother 's? Favorite Caf? in Lima, and Carmen, owner of travel [cuarzo] I often use, such as Pablo, her husband tried to sell me an office for my writing in the center of Lima, si? t work out if, Pablo introduced me to his six years. And I see Manuel, is a preacher of the church, Pablo, my wife and I to go to Miraflores.Hean Caf? ? El Parquet? is now in play, and Mrs. Cecilia Bancode Credit and Efrain Saavedra, Consul General of Peru, are all there with Martina Gomez Garibay, Cosmiatra; A. Alexis Garcia, owner of Cafe Habana, as well as a painter, a painter in a rich and a poor painter Chusty street; Jessica Avalos LL, Abogado, my lawyer, in Lima. Dr. Philip M. ramp (and woman), a professor at the University of Minnesota, the economy, was also shown to Professor Pablo too, once it's up to that 's improved. Enrique, my brother has long demonstrated the mayor of San Jeronimo Jesus Vargas, and José Luis de la Radio, Claudia de Colombia, Bogotá?, A tourist guide, both myself and the wife quite happy Pablo well.And were many others, as the bread man Miraflores, papaya and man, and the Negrito and son, little Negrito: yes, the rich, the poor and less wealthy and poor, like me, have all been invited, and here is this young woman Pablo angry, look at me in a sort of reply. I looked into the eyes of Teresa, the back and stable? What is it? I asked him:? What, what you want, wait for Pablo? I mean, he invites you to his party, was only one person who met, loved and invited to a party, I think? I had to add those two words because I was more skeptical about this. No? Teresa said? there is more than that too? then added, "when I was thirteen, I was poor and I? they have been much higher since then. Pablo was in my neighborhood in Lima, he and his family are poor, as we were all poor, who had sex with me, he was nineteen years at the time? About five years older than me, when you are young, five years is a long time in any case, I am only a child, was a little 'more. Oh, I can not think that necessarily benefited me more than anyone else in the area at the time, we all loved him. All of us girls, it was the neighborhood hero, everyone expected of him, wanted to tap. He sang to the guitar, and we all dreamed of going to bed with him, or at least I did, and some of my friends, then one day disappeared. I hadn t seen him? Until the plane? that is! Life is unfair, it is not right in any way, l? Summer, of course, twenty years, I have 33 years, el? Could be at least 40 or less. And became a success, and I know I? I used a lot, has many friends, most are not very good, I suppose heavy, I had two children, have left on their own now, not him, obviously, but because there may - I now, why should not I him as a rich man to marry? God loves, and I was able to lea, once I took as a poor girl? I can understand, life is unfair, do not even recognize me. Then I noticed that Pablo behind her, he was there all the time, to hear everything you said, Teresa lap, I was watching to see something, I looked dumbfound course, "he said quietly, smoothly and how the world: If only you knew what life is like you? d not be as difficult for me, it was not all wealth after leaving the area in May, as people think, as you seem to be here in your monologue of my friend, came at a price much more heavy and idioms Your thoughts, your feelings, your impressions about life? Indeed, at a great price. If you did what you did, I was in a war? People killed as they tried to kill me, was on the streets of the world trying to get drunk on my retu, regardless of how it was I can remember all this, I can t find a decade or two, and there were many ways as painful? I took the streets, I finished in whorehouse, the sick in hospitals, when he dies, or is it twice, can? t remember, was the most hell, while all of this n? t if nice.I had four children, has lost three of them on several occasions I was hungry, wanted to fly, but I t: ubriaco grass, was most of my past. I paid a dear price for my experience, is not free, even to die, and we still have to pay the morgue, often before the tax comes.I were in the middle of a hundred times, yes, in fact, all at a very dear price, a weak heart and an eye for suckers willing to remove all the applause for the eyes, at all costs: the thief is always the one you have. You can sleep and not worry about him, I can not. Being poor is not a good thing, nor wealth, perhaps, in the meantime, as our friend, and his wife (meaning me). But if you want my money? Why is my money you want, I was not me if you like, I kept the same name, are not hard to find, if it is money that we are not talking about old times? then you have to go back and live my life, and I doubt you're willing to do. That said, he just tued back and retued to his guests, greeted, and I bid farewell lady. A history of poetic prose: # 1288 3/26/2006 (caused by a dream, a real part) See Dennis' web site:

Love and life lessons

Love and life lessons Recent events in my life have taught me that the best thing to do in any situation is just to love people. How can I be a better friend, a better son, brother or sister, etc. So often we go through life and really does not take time for people just love. For example, I jump on a bus, I have all this time to take interest in other people, I still feel, and pass the time, just wonder what others are up a. The risk is that someone arrives, something about them a thrill of this world, inside me, and are ready to judge them. "What's that kind of thinking and dressing." If you can relate to me in this way, I realized that love is the answer. Love What is love? Love is patient, love is kind, not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud, not rude, it is not selfishness, is not easily angered, keeps no record of errors. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love is all, believes all, hopes all, endures all. Love never ends. Love never fails. However, if you quote Corinthians 13:4-8 do for you? What is really love, but what it seems? True love is: "Do not just pretend like the others. Really love "- Romans 12:9. Love is a time to speak with the person sitting next to you in the bus, taking a sincere interest in your life? Love is offering your seat to someone who is standing? Love is to say a prayer for the people riding with you, asking God to bless them. Love does not mean kissing the hand and the gentleman sitting next to him. I began to see in my life as I opened the love of people, it's incredible how things have changed in me. I heard this story of a girl walking to school, terribly depressed and in life. Ready to commit suicide, when I come home, as she has had enough. A school that has never talked to her, comes out and asks if he can carry his books, and to walk with her. Coles noted that since the version of love expressed by this guy, who did not commit suicide and find new meaning in his life. We believe in saving lives, such as firefighters and police officers. What about that guy? It is a life? Boldy not enter a building or stop a fire buing. He has just time for love. My first response was, and I've heard from most people is: I am too busy, or because it is sufficient. I would say that if you honestly answer these questions that have the same answer as me. I'm not too busy. I just manage my time a little. I'm riding the bus anyway. Why not love the man sitting next to me. I really like. There is never a time or place in your life that you love enough. Feel free to reprint this article provided that you keep the following title and author biography in tact with all hyperlinks.

Peru Poems in Spanish, English, while three Transition 6 7 8

Peru Poems in Spanish, English, while three Transition 6 7 8 6) The Mad Earth   (Lima, Peru 11:45 PM) I was looking for a book to read   In my library, 11:45 PM? Thursday   When the crazy land, like a train? Wine, wine? Un po 'noise: the   Shook the earth? Then trembled more.   E 'stato, was my first earthquake!   Came as a train, then it was gone;   As the ultimate goal of a songand I was on the bow of my   Library: asombrado ((my wife)), which   Something, somewhere, over and under arms?   He shakes the earth shake your   Foundations across the sea,   The planet's crust? We !...# 895 Note: At the time of the earthquake, I was looking for a book of ERB? The Mad King? and the first roar of the earthquake, it is light, the second was a little 'thicker, and the third was a rumble, with a movement? amazing. Version DennisSpanish   Translated by Rosa Pe? Terra AlozaLa Loca   (Lima, Per? 11:45 a.m. at night) I was looking for a book to read   In my library, 11:45 at night? It was Friday,   When the earth crazy, like a train? Wine, wine? A roar Peque? O: the   Terra trema? Next? S trembling? m? s.   ? It was, it was my first earthquake!   This is like a train, then was;   As the last, the end of the Chancellor? Ny I was standing on the bow of my door   Library: asombrado ((my wife)), which   Something is ALG? N site, underground arms? NEAS?   They shake the earth shake their   Foundations? Directly from the bark of   Earth, the sea? We !...# 895 Note: When the earthquake, was looking for a book of ERB? King Crazy? and the first roar of the earthquake was slight, soft, the second was a little 'm? s strong, and the third was a rumble, with a jolt - Amazing. Dennis.7) My Caf?   (October, Guinea Pig)) The center of Lima, Peru)) The coffee is the big favorite in the Caf?   John showed me two? guinea pigs!   Two of fat to eat next week:   ? I have 3000? say? (a), I wonder   If you want to eat every day   In all directions? for the rest of my vacation? (all 45? day)   I think? Ll have one, and   The coffee is made? The guinea pig? Asado? # 893 10/13/2005 (dedicated to John in the "Favorite Coffee", "Lima, Peru) version? N en espa? Ol   Translated by Rosa Pe? AlozaMi Caf? Favorites   (October, cuy)) Centro de Lima, pro?))? CAF? is great in the AFC? ? La Favorita?   Juan and just shows me only two? Guinea pigs!   Two gordos pr to eat? Xima week:   ? I have 3000? L dice? (E 'ALG? N place) I wonder   Si? he wants me to eat every d? a,   Anyway? for the rest of my vacation? (all 45 d? come)   I think you will? and a   CAF? har ᗓ grid guinea pig? # 893 October 13, 2005 (dedicated to John in the AFC? La Favorita ", in Lima, to?) 8) The story of a Ghoul Ole Pachacamac   (Lima, Peru) Once before, in the sun   It was so beautiful and young   It was not the gold that I was a lackey   Neither the wealth of a city that made me despair? Was to promote the depth of darkness,   Visa for me while you sleep?   In my dream asleep in bed?   Leonardo, the devil and feeds?. Spirits, shadows, shapes and ghouls?   The ancient gods from near and far   Giant forms, near and far?   Everyone, everyone? Trampled and goats to be here. (To celebrate my transformation.) Dear, oh dear! Here they are!   I? Fear? Now afraid to whisper   Who live around me, no sound   It is that I ate? Like a cow? They come in swarms, from near and far   That each end biting my flaccid?   And break my bones, such as wooden sticks loose   Ghosts and ghouls ole Pachacamac (and here is where I live). Note: Pachacamac is an archaeological site in the south of Lima, Peru, the city has spread like the wings of a condor: length and width. It is an Inca site, the 15th century. # 895 10/12/2005See Dennis' website:

Eighteen Twenty Years of Composers

Eighteen Twenty Years of Composers If life is like a song   Not compose a song.   If it is more like a bell,   A fashion that has no signal! We are all composers   In one way or another,   Every man and woman   Sister brother.We or sections of tissue   Experience and time,   Any thoughts   or a sense of wonder in our lives mind.We   And do not pause to reflect,   Causing   Effect.When and to make the light   And not in darkness,   In our life,   WORK OF ART! I started when I was only eighteen high, it was a hell of a lot of fun if you know what I mean. I thought it was the best thing I? D ever seen my whole life was a happy dream.But gather round closely, lend me your ears, I have been for eighteen twenties! My friends and I actually used to try to get high enough to kiss the sky! We are trying to reach this special place where "all you need is love" to save the race! We believe that if you keep noble status, d always be young, but made a mistake. Because the hand of time or the winds of destiny, our dreams crushed like a powerful earthquake! So gather round closely, lend me your ears, I have been for eighteen twenties! And one day you woke up and the years have passed, like a bird that had flown the cage! It has grown a little 'time for us in the fog and the illusion that we call high! What now? M but I wake up? M is not the same thing, I have to play and I? M shame! Why I lost my time in a chemical high, when the fulfillment of my dreams, it is better to buy! So gather round closely, lend me your ears, I EIGHTEEN TWENTY YEARS! Copyright 2001 El-Veasey Publishing L. CR Veasey is a musician, composer, producer and director.   Website:   Email: vclveasey@yahoo.com Article Source:

The diversified five Poems Poems

The diversified five Poems Poems The diversified Poems1) A Saturday Night Fearless quietly, and saw in the night crying? Lonely some incredibly dark, unknown people. Lo! Under the dome of the sky, suggested by K And conspiracy? (Clark A. Smith looked at me) He sucked the sunlight, hidden in the twilight? With tears unilaterali: thus threatening silence He tried to swallow me !...* 865 9 / 2005 [dedicated CAS] 2) Shadow lands went with the dead? QuietlyIn the darkness of his past in vaultsLooking ruined, Taunting their shadows over my head! In the twilight of this time Shadow countries unwashed hands unresponsiveYeaing vague faces: All the arts shadows hanging over me! All these dark and spooky seeHave The tears, sadness, and joy on their faces misery.No at all; I pause, I sighed, I see you, you see? (I'm Like A Bird pretty loose, caught A, in the disappearance of the earth's shadow -- a vision.) 3) A witness MinnesotaThe Winter Moonlight frost in the north? The lights, the tranquility of the sky melts? Silently? very closely The evening continued with agitation stars! Ebbing of forests, rivers sweepUnseen life, not to cry, that was the rule in depth, Once fixed, now? PerpetuityWho guardians of the holy northe sky? During his insurmountable seats? That the curve could be his last command? O, territorial army of the eteal light.And this country in which it was bo, their life to live again? The light from the forests face lift For the lasting legacy of Fate! # 863 9 / 20054) City DoomWhere lonely now, New Orleans remain scattered life sand, dust antiques The towers of the city condemned (speaks to sing) riseAccordant American sky! Swept forumThe demolitions in the city of the melody is no longer Floating in the water and cable music waistThe infinite scream! # 860 9 / 20055) An old Poets, yes, yes! I bow to your order, dignity tooth on my laurels browTo my unworth? T, is to know! This poet, in possession of shade or humanities Soula? He runsLo my vision! Fatigue Manas The bitter taste of his death What is, is what was, is. (A sealed for eteity.) # 861 9 / 2005 (When Robert Bly and Don Hall) See Dennis' web site:

Ocean Heal Me

Ocean Heal Me Ocean Heal MeOcean heal my wounds Let your waves curl and foam on my body Wash the blood, heal me scarsOcean renew your power Why did you roll Give me the strength that was drainedOcean keep warm Wrap your brine Caress with your tidesOcean disperse my tears Since the flow in you I clean my soulOcean allow me to grow deeper in your Color me vibrant blue, coral, green = Cancel your spray anoints me revitalizedOcean Cool and updated My spiritual renewalOcean be my friend Hold me flowing in its current Always moving, always changingOcean, heal me. 1983 Susan BaconSusan Bacon is a researcher, author and teacher. You can contact her through

Trapped in the arms of DE

Trapped in the arms of DE You might think YOU THINK I AM STRONG I WRONG live life in DAYHOPING GO THAT DAY I HAVE WAYI MY FRIENDS AND MY FOOD PLANMY therapist THOUGHTSMY AND MY YEAR AND MY EXCITEMENTTHEN Y ME PASA ALGO CAUGHTCAUGHT into the arms of my eyes EDTURNING APPROACH FOR MY AWAYFROM WIN FIGHTTHAT THOUGHT I was going to STAY.HE tells me that I doubt SELFISHTHAT AM MY moveon HAPPYDO every minute I have a right to feel so good? questioned my strength and I always knew that DE CONFIDENCE WOULD AM MY TIME inches in my pants fall WAISTAND OFFI SEE THE FACE OF in my head starts to laugh and SCOFFYOU THINK STRONGYOU is what I think BEATLET ME SEE ALSO MOREYOU is be considered lost WRONG.THE LITTLE VOICE ALWAYS THERECHATTERING AWAYCAN'T send him to kill DETENTIONOR GOOD FOR TODAY? Sometimes I fall into my life and realize that they are happy and forget STRONGAND focus on FIGHTPLEASE Let me tell you RIGHT.Mary DA Pat CAREDON'T his actions for others to find theirs.

Beacon Verse Five Another article in the Rainbow series

Beacon Verse Five Another article in the Rainbow series Beacon Verse Series (Article Five) "Another Rainbow" The sun is slowly setting   And the sky is black,   Holes in my clothes are rent   The cold rain run my back;   The retu flood   End of the cold and wet beach:   Another Rainbow achieve only on my ... But, I can still remember the time   When the rainbow so good   With bright colors were almost think   If I could only knew ...   If someone had asked me   I said, "I'm Takin 'book',   But rainbows are not just   What you see ... Well, finally the sun rises   And the sky, in part, it is clear   Although it is somewhat 'surprising   This is a new Rainbow "in the immediate vicinity;   Tides can be intransigent,   Rise and fall activities with:   Another rainbow? I was able to achieve this ... Beacon Verse Series? Beacon? 1977Coming divorce and several business ventures, in which I had lost everything, but my butt, I would have lost if I had one, I was a little 'disappointed. According to the 'Chasing the Rainbow ", I have taken into consideration if I was not a" Rainbow Chaser ". I decided that, yes, I was.Perhaps was hunting, which I appreciated more? But I was always 100% commitment. Anything else would be a "cop-out." Whether it was another company, a new career, a marriage, or the pursuit of personal pleasure, I have the horse wild bulls, until they no longer hang , only to be trampled when finally forced to admit that there is a fatal error inherent in each project. Of course, I had recognized the absolute impossibility before, I would never have committed so many misadventures.For the next 29 years, I would seriously chase the rainbow. I girded my loins, with all the positive statements in the sun: "You are not defeated, if it is still possible to retu to the ice rink!" "No matter how many times he is depressed, it can not be missed if you again! "" No matter how many times you lose. They once to win! "" If you were to walk home, but everyone says you're lucky ... "I have never been long in search of another company, the profession, a marriage or relationship in which to invest myself. I would like to achieve a certain degree of success in any endeavor. I owned wholesale and retail, has taught college classes, oil painting and poetry published a novel, the state licensing in all forms of insurance, a durable medical equipment companies, the administration condominium complexes, and had my real estate company with more than a dozen agents experts. While I never expected that "blind sided" by the fear of the disease MS (Multiple Sclerosis), "Ripped off" of professionals, or victims of a victim, I have some survived.As for The Rainbow Maker's own words, he has nothing against me a couple of errors. (TEV) Revelation 3:16 "But because you are lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, I spit from my mouth!" Well, I came across "Hot!" God must be so? For Easter Sunday, 2006, he expresses "Another Rainbow". Since Easter Sunday on the rise   I could not expect to say   That the spirit of energy   Breakout would be a totally new way ...   The flood is over,   Left wet sand on the beach   The rainbow was in fact in my reach.I was sucked in rainbow   Oh, good taste their colors ...   Without Grapes of Wrath, which,   I could save about new wine ...   So if someone ask me   From "Rainbow Ride" I   I say, "Rainbows are much better than it looks!" Well, son, after his death by   Of the dead, the way   For his health and prosperity despising   What the world often say ...   Now, with "A Rainbow Reminder '   A safe harbor is the feeling of losing   Thus, "A Rainbow Reminder" is for all of the Seine, it choose.Russ Miles is the author of the novel, for sale by owners: FSBO.   A? Seasoned Real Estate NAR? Broker? Handicapped by Multiple Sclerosis, Russ writes books and articles on various subjects.Via his personal website Rascal blog, comments on his MilesBooks@gmail.com and ezine articles themselves, Russ maintains contact with those he considers that God is the universe, together with him for Devine Destiny's plan for this planet earth!

Christmas From the Heart

Christmas From the Heart The family grows and progresses, but our hearts are always together. Preparing for a family reunion, this poem was written from the heart and soul of a mother waiting for the retu of his family from distant places. A son of the danger of war in Iraq, compared with a daughter in a place away from a new life for herself waiting for the love of his life back from war, a new grandson who has not yet done.   Although located in the mountains of Colorado, the horizon is very large and the strength and heart of the family to bring back his hand, even if for a short while.WatchingWatching the horizonFeeling distance between usPounding Heart, whining little SoulWatchingSleepy eyes, which struggle to see his trademark worldMake, leave your tears SoulWatchingTonka Heart printsPounding truck and care bears, Kinder, 4th GradeHigh School of Dance, who dreams of adventure and madeGrowth, Walking raodMake his mark, leave your printsPounding Heart, whining SoulWatchingRetuing my sideAlways next homeFamilyRoot of Love, LifeWatching root horizonFeeling the distance between usPounding Heart crying SoulWatchingVictoria BlatzerVictoria Blatzer during his stay in the beautiful Rocky Mountains, is the serenity and inspiration for nature and family. She was a published poet since 1985 and has recently tued to the creation of gift baskets to expand their creativity and unique style that from the heart. The objective of this company is to make the person feel special in this way, Victoria and specializes in applications for a single personal invitation to visit my work gifts.You have traditional baskets filled with small packages of food, you comes to gift baskets for individual and full of wonderful gifts that can be used repeatedly.   Give from the heart, is what life is all!

Commuting Hell

Commuting Hell E 'dark, cold, you? only six thirty, thoughts sleep still dull my brain, as I press down in my coat, a clone of commuting, waiting for one train.Insidious rain, just drizzling down, through the faint light of moing creeping, paper-sandwich bags and old coffee cups, blowing past, so forlo.We salad together as a colony of penguins, the arrangement of the rain, as we fight for another day busy, wait until the train center . Alien Voices from hidden speakers, saying there is a change to the platform four, some quickly, need to beginners, veterans still heard before.Styrofoam all the flavor of coffee? Giant cup for 10 cents you save?. Smells like an accident in a science lab, but my source of caffeine craving.Lurid poster on the wall, sell what you have just don? t need.Early moing papers rustle as someone trying to read.Alien votes, another problem with the center of the train? Can all the commuters on the platform four, back to the platform again! ? Those who were knowing smile, written for its extensive face.While all? New boy? How compatible sheep, race.In station in the distance, the lights of the train, commuters Raise as high as hoped. Ma? s just a freight train mockingly by.But The thunders then finally a train, and we are struggling to qualify for a retu seat.Lay relax in the steam clothes, Commuter hell is finally free complete.John Roberts Training Consultant in the UK United Kingdom Kingdom, and the Director of JayrConsulting Ltd

Poetry in brief

Poetry in brief The poem is more than just rhyming and prose that is in meters and verse. It is an art form. It 'something that can not be judged by its cover and can not be criticized for the point where you simply "sucks". Poetry is about expression. This poem expresses how you feel on a given topic through images and other senses. It helps us cope with our daily problems, be it good or bad.The excitation is the poem that leads to life. A poem without emotion is not a poem in prose, but just everyone. Poetry is what makes us feel happy or sad, mad or gleeful, loving or heart. Poetry is life on paper. Must not be of a certain subject or even rhyme.Poetry is poetry. It has its own mind. While the flow, if not ... needs work. The rules can be bent but not broken. Our life is our life and nobody can say what we faced, but ourselves. We know that some unspecified stranger reading our poems. Our poetry is our life, not what someone says.Rhyming in poetry is not always the best way to express themselves. Rhyming actually takes away a lot of words that could be used. If you try rhyming dictionary in short pieces. It is not necessary to be this way, choose flow over rhyme.As result, poetry is defined as a way of putting into words the flow meter and verse to show emotion or say a few words story.Poetry written by Gary R. Hess, author and owner of Famous Poems - a haven for poets.

Death of Poetry Five Poems Supernatural

Death of Poetry Five Poems Supeatural Supeatural PoetryHere five poems?, As I call it? Death and supeatural poems. Perhaps some 'bizarre, a series of a few may be, but with unfailing subtlety of course, and sharpness Ting, HAG but we need if we want a good lap: 1.Evil? S CreationThou knowith evil clings The offer of peace? It is also to be observed? S drowsy Pain of inspiration? But gently darkens Twilight? S dunes? Sprinkling with shadows Directly from moon.O night! Who gives life? A evils situation? How powerful murmurs If my chest?:? His name did not start It did not end? But why? O, why? King eteal, Did you? Something? How powerful murmurs If my chest: ? To see the love that is The best !...?# 609 4/1/052.The first DepthStruggling against the sky unrestful The warlords of eteal darkness ? invisible life? s evident in the eyes? Ebb and find the price rule? The first in depth? the silence of the deep Eteal legions unrestful eyes The storm chasms, untrimmed The colossal walls untied now? The first in depth? other celestial Here collects demonic and divine Now, with the storms, hidden behind a Armed defense, I saw his terrible sagaAnd swords such as solar Thunder and lightning of Orion That was the message of cosmic punishment If only a man is seen, could gloom.And the echoes that I heard from the stars Nameless, threw immortal flames Meeting ground for the Final Countdown Armageddon? S Titanic start !...# 610 [4/2/04] 3.Satan? S DaisiesWalk slowly, he is in the vicinity of Above the clouds; Quiet talk, you can feel Our gift mouth! With his dark charcoal Hos The pleasure and addiction, It was right that E 'after us! # 612 [4/3/05] 4 Iron Raven? One can not escape death below (Says the axiomatic, Iron Raven, Who supplies the dead)? My Immortal icons? Those who are sometimes exhumed?. Fame is no exception to Raven, He seals fate so disgraceful! # 611 [4/3/05] 5 marble tomb? Twill be the same, the same (I told him, if he lives), A tomb of marble or wood? In a hundred years, say Or hundreds of such date in What matters is (He died)? A pompous monument It is not good? Yet He built a marble (But) not wood! Your name will be forgotten Among the debris and roots O? ER moisture and mold Who cleans your grave? (I asked him all these things Before his death, and has never You answer? It built his tomb Marble, admire its size!) You? In it, at this tomb? You can not hear what ?!!!!! And here am I? Re building Yes? Other Mausoleum On the other rich man! # 613 [4/3/04] poet and author, Dennis L. Siluk is necessary in Lima, Peru tomorrrow [and mountians], and Central America [Copan] thereafter for one month to find more information on poetry writing. .. and the secrets that are in earth ...!

Diversified Poems II Hamas death of Saddam Fly Ice Cream

Diversified Poems II Hamas death of Saddam Fly Ice Cream Poesie diverse II1) Hamas ParadseO face, where Pale Roses dim stir, as the flowers in the sky over Gaza   The gardens of the death of that weak reference areYour at dawn, the hell? Paradiso S! What arouses your hatred? A life is God doneWhat be right?   Children from a number of demonic death sonsIs in your hair? What's your love of animals under siege? Check the anger, fear and   To know the heart dirty unrestTo hateful real tears! # 871 2/26/052) Hamas? SpiritAh! ? t is hard to believe   To think, with your smile,   The fact that she is a child of sorrow,   At war with Israel? Now in exile S: But, as you say. Your soul cries   For a peace that does not last?   A demon with eyes immutable,   Sunday tued out of your past! ... My memory with tireless eyes,   Given the way your unforgettable   Their visions, unholy, without light   Only irrecoverable death? # 870 9 / 20053) Ice CreamShall death and death for me?   I know that the dead are reused   It's just me, me, who dare   Do not let go?   In fear of memory can   As the ice melts   On a hot day?   During the night I u?   China Cabinet, glass and wood   I sit and talk with you   My mind herfoot Get Started   I stare at my faceIn glass?   And she smiles at me:   How you can be stupid. # 869 9 / 054) of Saddam? S WorldThey lived, where moonsBrought black darkness, - (Saddam Inteational)   A kingdom in abysmal Blaze   Where every day was filled with haze   It fills my heart with hope, the fool from his throne?   So dreamed the Sons of Iraq? S world   But hated the Conqueror, which repealed   Your load is just to throw a   Enter the evil ... So the world will be seeds?   Flashes in the dark and stellar   With dust on your brain?   And the love that has never been, can never   If in a large .* 868 9/23/055) said the spider to the fly? I have a gift for you today? Said the spider to the fly:   ? Desires, wishes, requests? thenShe soft musicUp high?   , Said the fly, so very quiet (with a twinkle)   ? I grew up, after the last atemy cousin, in this last poem?   Little by little?. I shan? T yourDinner are still dying? (The flight flew by? The old spider   Witches, hold your tongue?   Lip to lip !...) See Dennis' web site:

In a courtesan s Heart

In a courtesan s Heart I loved my many, despised by many more I have some divine, some whore.Sometimes I were a comfort, broke my other heart.It was not much my choicethat I Sell My art.Love was I neededand, what I wanted, it is not as if I sell my body wantedto live.At First, I do not Knowth so that I had only one uponwould I wayinto a world of sco.And still comeseeking joy for me - Their what they need, there is money in it for the body, can me.My possessfor hours and minutes, but my soul staysamong bright stars.A courtesan, a woman is doing what it is - whether by choice, Providence, the circumstances, the force of nature or whatever and then the world in its ruling. E 'accused, tortured, injured, abused and taken in many different ways. And what can I do? Who can offer? Anywhere but in the depths of his heart, the soul, where is the comfort. Why? Why should a woman in the night "are being violated so badly that they lose their tendeess, their femininity essential, and it's hard, untrusting, cynical? Kano Rajesh (Jack) is a published writer, lives and works in China. Many of his stories, poems and articles have been published, including a book of stories, "Tales From China '(Lipstick Publishing).

Two poems middling September Grass The Stage

Two poems middling September Grass The Stage Two poems middling: September Grass Grass, always Seems to have a Barbecue As clocks ticking (Around the nucleus) And I can hear As I walk in the twilight Blurred, with Set Grass I need to increase On a couple in the dark But he never stopped: Ticking, ticking, counting Of time? ? What? King dong? I asked the crickets? They whispered? I heard them: ? A private party? They were just me? Sight unseen, from me? As soon as I? T as the time Clicked will be removed Crickets, crickets, crickets Then everything ended? Then I could live Even in this case? # 782 8/2/2005The Stage (1958) The stage is mostly empty The opening scene (Act I) The Stage Manager? S introduction? The Paper Boy says:? Book, five cents? [Forte] It is summer and the phase of the capsule is hotTime? Afteoon comes (Act II) ? Pantomima? (whispers to the Manager) He reads the newspaper? (The scene is empty? Dark) A car with him on stage (a chair for the car) The chorus in the orchestra pit Sing! The Paper Boy sitting (break) (Act III) Twilight falls on stage The Paper Boy is here and there (his face has a flat affect; empty) Time Capsule? we retued a day? Book, five cents? says the boy. (This is the more stable In the game) The boy flaps his hands? Like a large bird with large wings Slowly, slowly, slowly? They Somehow it tued into little wings And once again, not the wings. # 781 8/2005Notes with the author: "The hard truth is often the bare facts of the problem. I still have a medieval code, and the old ideals in a world which is largly disappeared. Yes, yes, I think I struggle with the mode world. Perhaps unequiped to cope with reality. And so in a way that causes the two poems here. Lucky me, I have a young woman who is with this world, and she is my representative for the rest of my time here on earth. What could be done. "Dennis Siluk Site:

Anne Bradstreet To My Dear and Loving Husband Discussion

Anne Bradstreet To My Dear and Loving Husband Discussion To my dear and Loving Husband? was written by America? s first female poet, the Puritan, Anne Bradstreet. In fact, Anne Bradstreet is one of only a handful of female American poets during the first 200 years of America? History. After Bradstreet, one can see only Phillis Wheatley, the 18th century black female poet, Emma Lazarus, the 19th century poet whose famous words appear on the Statue of Liberty, and the 19th century Emily Dickinson, America? S most famous female poet. To my dear and Loving Husband? has several standard poetic features. One is the system of two lines rhyme. Another is the anaphora, the repetition of a phrase in the first three lines. And third is the popular iambic pentameter pentameter.Iambic characterized by an unrhymed lines of five feet or accents. Each foot contains an unaccented syllable and an accented syllable, as in d '? Da Dah, da Dah, da Dah, da Dah, da Dah. The subject of Anne Bradstreet? S poem of love is your love for the husband of the profession. He praised the sky and asks for her love reward. The poem is a touching display of love and affection and very rare, when the Puritan Massachusetts Bay Colony in which Anne Bradstreet lived.Puritan women should be reserved, domestic, and subservient to their husbands. They have not provided or allowed to see their spirit, charm, intelligence, or passion. John Winthrop, goveor of Massachusetts, pointed out that women who have exercised the mind or intelligence is likely to go insane.Anne Anne Dudley Bradstreet was bo in 1612 in England. She married Simon Bradstreet when he was 16 years and have sailed with his family in America in 1630. The hard, cold trip to America 3 months. John Winthrop was also a passenger on the road. The voyage landed in Boston and passengers of the Massachusetts Bay joined men in Anne Bradstreet Colony.The? Family are the managers and politicians. Both her father and her husband became goveor of Massachusetts. Her husband, Simon, often traveled for weeks in the colony as administrator.Anne Bradstreet? S poetry? To my dear and Loving Husband? was a response to her husband? s little known absence.Very Anne Bradstreet? lives in Massachusetts. There are portraits of her and she does not even have a grave marker. She and her family moved several times, each time further away from Boston into the frontier. Anne Simon had 8 children and during a period of 10 years, and all the surviving children are healthy and safe, a remarkable achievement, taking into account the health and safety of period.Anne Bradstreet was highly intelligent and largely self-training. Herself seriously as an intellectual and a poet, reading widely in history, science, art and literature. However, as a good Puritan woman, Bradstreet did not make his poetry he wrote public.Bradstreet achievements for herself, family and friends, never meaning to their publication. Consider that her friend, Anne Hutchinson was intellectual, educated and led women? Special prayer meetings where alteative religious beliefs were discussed. It 'was a heretic and banished from the colony. Hutchinson was killed in an attack by Indians. Is it any wonder that Anne Bradstreet was hesitant to publish his poems and to draw attention to himself? Anne Bradstreet? S in the early poems were secretly taken by his brother-in-law in England and published in a small volume when she was 38. The volume of sales and in England, but the poems are not so made his first works.Bradstreet? Then the works were not published during his lifetime. His poems about his love for her husband were private and personal to share with family and friends of the group only.Though his health was often a cause for conce, especially during childbirth, Anne Bradstreet lived until 60 years of age.Enjoy? To my dear and loving husband? considerable accomplishment.To My Dear Loving Husband and never two, then definitely. If ever man were lov'd by wife, then If ever wife was happy in a man Women are compared with me if you can. I love your prices more than all the gold mines, Or all the riches that the East moves to hold. My love is such that rivers can not quench It should, but the love you take off. Your love is so I can not repay, Heaven please the collector. So, while we love to live in a persistent manner, It was then that we live longer, we are still alive .***************************** May Garry Gamber is a public school teacher and entrepreneur. He writes articles about real estate, health and nutrition, dating services and the Inteet. He is the owner and