Bangla Bengali literature considerations

Bangla Bengali literature considerations The tragedy in Bangla (Bengali) literature today is the lack of information about it on the Inteet. Inteet is the greatest place for information and millions of people are surfing for information and entertainment each day. If you search on Google in Bangla (Bengali) literature, you must get frustrated. Besides Wikipedia and Bangla (Bengali) Pedia is no more information about Italian (Bengali) literature. This is tragic because, among other Bangla (Bengali) literature is one of the richest literatures of the world. Rabindranath Tagore, the greatest number in Bangla (Bengali) Literature Nobel Prize awarded in 1913 and was the first writer outside of Europe and America, for this prestigious prize.Tagore 's performance did not happen suddenly. Instead it came after 100 years of modeization and reform in Bangla (Bengali) literature, with Rammohan Roy, the father of the Indian reform movement. E 'stato realizzato Ram Mohan Roy the need to reform the Indian society and identification with the Liberals and the positive aspects of Weste civilization. Un po 'Later, Michael Madhusudan Dutt, this concept into reality in Bangla (Bengali) literature with the introduction of the sonnet in verse and blank. Thus, the social reform and modeization in the literature has been hand in hand in Bengal. The land was for Tagore to come and shine in the world literature.It it is true that almost single hand rose Tagore Bangla (Bengali) literature is one of the richest literatures in the world today. Tagore, the Bengali writer get all proud, and a new enthusiasm for them. After Tagore received the Nobel Prize in 1913, the golden era of Bangla (Bengali), literature, and started for the next 30 years continues with a handful of writers in all genres. Kazi Nazrul Islam signed to write poems on social justice and that will be successful, both Hindu and Muslim heritage in his poems. He was in his poetry, that the idea of unity between Muslims and Hindus was also time and again. Sharatchandra as the most popular writer in Bangla (Bengali) literature. His novels touched people from every sector of society and even today his novels are more often in Bangla (Bengali) literature. Jibananda that caught the attention of readers for writing poems about nature and Bibhutibhushon Banerje have the same prose in Bangla (Bengali) literature.History of Bangla (Bengali) literature is more than 1200 years and belongs to the mode Indian languages (belonging branch of the Indian languages Indo-Eurpean family), Italian (Bengali) literature is one of the oldest literatures. The first text of Bangla (Bengali) Literature Charyapada was perhaps the 9th or 8 Century. This book is a collection of songs and poems by a number of poets (especially Budhists). The poems, the description of everyday social life, instead of praise for the gods or goddesses. The most fascinating of Bangla (Bengali) literature is that the poets and writers, from 4 religions have in their development. Hindus, Buddhists, Muslims and Christians have their contributions writers in Bangla (Bengali) literature and Bangla (Bengali) literature is enriched in these religions. The presence and interaction between the poets of the various religions have Bangla (Bengali) literature of liberal humanism. Bangla (Bengali) literature on the loudspeaker so that in 1952, Bangla (Bengali) Deshi people sacrificed their blood against the Pakistani rulers to the status of Bangla (Bengali). It 'really a sad thing that little information is available on the Inteet about this great literature. There must be based on a broad initiative to address this scenario. The blog is an attempt to divide.

Bleed

Bleed Now is not the time to open That big door open again It is not the time to be more tolerant not the time to play a shot is not the time for justice Development grant options is not the time for the puppies to pet yipping with pathetic voicesnow is no time for courtesy Is not the time for compromise Is not the time for loving blindness It is not the time to close my eyesnow too many people for a I have not received anything good Heart has sown but flesh is to collect tears for the mind and the loss of my inner wolf seeks equal bloodnow Only those whose agreements can scream Social isolation or death young people or to defend prowltell not die Spines of my displeasure Live for me and for you appreciate each cell, as if I am not in a cage treasureput But roam with me through the snow and the sun be at my side or breathe the dust of my I was bleeding again noneNiki Lashes Artist, writer, and Webmatron

Writing Innovative Poetry

Writing Innovative Poetry Writing innovative poetry, the kind of poetry that publish literary jouals noted the media know exactly what each word is a poem for the reader. A good poem should be evocative, skillful, and cohesive, but before groped to refine these qualities, the potential poet must know the different types and characteristics of contemporary poetry. A good way to become familiar with aspects of contemporary poetry is to take classes, join writing workshops, subscribe to contemporary literary jouals. Good reading and understanding of poetry is essential to be able to write well poetry.The first stage of writing a poem of a process of brainstorming. There are several ways to approach this process, but after a good dose of experimentation, the poet is one that works best for your personal style. Some poets actually start the process of writing a poem. Other poets who write in prose or notes until he or she spots something that could be developed into a poem. The most important consideration with regard to this first step is to write without fear. Write without trying to sound poetry, do contests, and be as detailed as possible. Write what is on your head without worrying too much about grammar, literary devices, and line breaks. Often when a person is free to reserve this kind of writing, he or she, of course, write in a kind of model or a model. E 'in the next phase of writing literary natural that these subtleties are smoothed and heightened.The next step of writing to find a form in which the words were written freely. Read aloud the words, paying attention to phrases and words that leave an indelible impression. Then prune some of the language, eliminating unnecessary lines and hackneyed phrases like? I walk alone on this road? or,? My heart cries. A good poem will have new images and is being offered unique perspectives. If you see a photo or too abstract expressions in his writing, which are significant to the overall theme of your room, try to rewrite using a language that has never been used before to describe these situations or feelings. Also, if your attention poem is indicative of his message for the reader or if it is the only message of the images. An example would be to say, I am sad and lonely. An example would be to show, I fall in his empty chair, listlessly holding her photo? Once you have found the shape of your poetry and language redesigned to include new files, you need to read aloud. Listen to the line. Listen to the language. Ask yourself if the line is adequate. There are no words suddenly rocking after all the lines? Have conjunctions or prepositions mobile at the end of your lines? If so, you may need to revise the lines and, sometimes, you may need to reformulate the entire line. This phase also includes constructive criticism, authors and lovers of poetry will be the target of their observations. You can find or create a poetry critique group in your area, or you can join one of the many criticisms of forums and workshops. This part of the process may be more difficult for new poets who are not accustomed to having someone dig around in their efforts to create a scalpel. Understand that incredibly well-designed poems receive their fair share of comments from critics. Also, add your own intentions. If a bad review your song, one might well say that you must redo your room in your aim.Finally, after writing your poem, with the knowledge and understanding you have gained through classes and reading, and after reworked and presented a review of your room, you're ready for the final project. Your final draft is not a final product. Your final project is that all your efforts so far, but you will need to read it again, maybe one day a month, sometimes even years after you? It.When written there is nothing to cut, add, edit, or poetry, May we consider the presentation of one of the reviews that you have when you started your jouey as a poet. If Paradowski has been published by various literary jouals such as Adagio Verse Quarterly, Eclips e - magazine and the Official Meeting of the mind. He has also published articles on poetry Renewal Magazine. She is the founder and editor of literary magazine on-line, the quarter:

Forgot your latest Gamble and Me

Forgot your latest Gamble and Me I do not think twice and I do not roll the dice When it comes to taking my life I have my granni's adviceYou play the hand you're dealt when it comes to who is your father - But if you bluff about a card for a nominal value Also remember many years it was - No Aces or King of Hearts in your original deck - in value, but rather of a Joker-So Wild and Mad ... You may ask why you opted for another 20 years but could never understand how a Joker is not afraid ... Do not miss his children, his freedom and his wife, because he care or support, no matter how many times he saved her life? If you are a jolly as ever before you your family and friends, are not important, of course ... Except when you need it - so I do not like a curse ... They have everything you want, even if they are empty, their portfolio ... To save the Joker from his latest tricks - no matter how often his wild ways lead to DUI, jail, fines or failing to be a father ... they must be in fact the child Pays ... Perpetual Award - for their parents to them - a gift from God, not man - It's called The Right to Life ... I did not ask to be bo - or responsible for my father, but I'll Be Damned If not run to his rescue does not matter when, where or how badly - your dilemmas proved to be repeated ... I hide my tears and swallow my fears, but I never went to go left or even in more than 20 years ... You'd Fill My Mind, why ... You Got arrested or not Come and see me there was always a Lie - so I think it would not happen AgainYour promises lasted a week or a month ... But they were so often wrong - I have stopped listening or beliefs - you and your endless list of lines ... I Loved, because my father only the Father has willed that I ever stop, I hurt so bad and I did not place your faith in you ... stupidly convinced that there is a Show Me The Same unconditional love and support ... Somehow some way ... One day ... Resource Box -? Danielle Hollister (2004) is the publisher of Bella Online Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for fans to offer, with over 10,000 deals in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration , success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Read online at --

Poets in ten minutes

Poets in ten minutes Have you ever Saturday and setting the paper, ready to write, but unsure where to start? Want a solution to overcome even the worst block of writer? Anyone can start writing poetry today with a few simple techniques.One, two, ...? Did you say or think if you saw three of the above? Otherwise, he would certainly, if I asked you to fill the void. Your mind is a powerful machine that recognizes pattes or created. For this work for you as a poet, just to see the materials in an implicit model, and let us know your opinion thing.The their "materials" in this case, of course, are the words or ideas. So let's round on some material for an example. If you wish, write a poem about thunderstorms, you may start inserting the words, and then select the evocative are the flash, blowing, rumble, night, rain and deadly, perhaps.Now patte. In this case, write a four-line poem, using one of our words in each line. We will only decide whether we want a ryming poem after we started. This is what I am, after five minutes, the rain is still skyTrees dance like a paintingIn is a flash here and goneAnd night grumbles revealedIt be no matter if most are not good poetry. Simply write many of them, and then again to the letter dealing with prospects. With a little 'practice you can take a dozen poems in an hour, and then select the gemstones. My wife has published poems deal with a poem, a game that we have this technology so that we know that works and is fun as well.More quick tips on PoetryThe technology works because when your mind focuses on a word with the intention to include them in a line, is stimulated into action. He wants to model - or create. For this work even better, try the following: 1 Start with the words, the evocative and metaphorically rich. They are more inspired and probably write a richer poem with "Tears," "to" and "festering," than with "said", "corrupt" and "lazy." 2 Use this or any other technology, as one point. If you already have a great line in the eyes, do not force any of the words from the list. When to write a poem begins, and is six to ten-line verses, forget the technique. Treat as a tool to use when you need it.3. If you are not waiting for inspiration. Write something NOW. Start with a topic, or even random words. The safest way to get to your poetry is poem.Steve Gillman has been playing with poetry for thirty years. He and his wife Ana, the game "Deal-A-Poem," which is available free at:

Here and there

Here and there My eyes opened. I am still alive; Living on planet earth. While unconscious for several hours; Unaware of the existence, Lack of life Incognizant of Living in a vacuum Resident of nothing, Here but not here. Exists, but awoke there.Now So who are here. Thank you Lord! I; I would prefer to be there. Ear is less problematic This agreement here.But here. Although I have said better And you know what I want to be there With you, However, I thank you here For now.Here, are able to wait there. Adds meaning to my life here. I always go here And sometimes talk of revising my mission here there.You This must be completed Before you can travel there. And I remember that Even while I am here I had a little 'closer For all day.I must admit I wonder sometimes about What is happening And what But who's there Never come back here to tell me.Well I wake up and ready To begin with me? Here? business. Can not neglect Because what I do here ThereAnd determines what I do? What should go to.You put in my time here, While back there for eteity. She did not leave me here.You talk to me every day And do not withhold your kindness You cover me with the hand of wisdom And do not forsake me in my fight Here. You too, how to prepare a place for me There.Thank Lord To be here and there.Rev. Saundra L. Washington, DD, is an ordained clergywoman, social worker, and Founder of AMEN Ministries. It is also the author of two coffee table books: Room Beneath the Snow: Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances: Homilies that teaching. His new book, Deep Water: My Grief Management book will be available soon.

I Wonder

I Wonder I wonder what would happen if we exclude the noise, and reflects on the humanity of all of us girls and tsunami boys.As from nothing by force, and reminds us once again the man and the fear of wondering if there remorse.I would be conducted by American Idol, if the avian flu pandemic has caused a rift in our recital.As more hurricanes storm of destruction, causing it to stop business with sudden wonder if Shock-Jock interruption.I obsession with how much LEG-I-SEE will also be important for us that our A-LEG-CY.When The best plans in mice and men fall for a flop, as the two towers did, and every time seems stop.I wonder if the disease and hunger have struck our earth, body image and sex for a man. When earthquakes, landslides, and the spread of fire, to the knees of the strongest man in the bow as a child. I wonder if we have time to think about how we really are finished, instead of our vision of life to be the next Hollywood star.Would be our quest for money, success and more; tricks for our collections, and finally see the value, it is in our connections.I WonderP.S. Fathers Have you hugged your kids today? Copyright 2006 by Stanley J. Leffew   All rights ReservedStanley J. Leffew is the author of "How To Be Wanted For a lifetime of nights and not just one night of his life." Discover why be seduced by too much room and the body has a lot of life , but still the lack of life to the source:

Hidden Falls of St. Paul Minnesota Sonnet an award-winning research

Hidden Falls of St. Paul Minnesota Sonnet an award-winning research At the level of a life that was expected of years, until now, when camest, her beauty was blind. Tis written? One who tries to find?   Hidden, I found you, in all sectors,   For my city? S river, a voice for hearsSave unknown, but the hunger and the divine: From the Mississippi behind the wind   As a star blue eyes at the level of many tears flow! You are the silence, the city? And the soul is   The beauty of things, invisible to my brow.O similar to the walls of the Civil War, once found dreamedAnd perfect winter! MysteryUpon your cup of stones shine have forgotten soles,   Whose waters are the waters of streams invisible! St. Paul, MN # 1044 12/27/05. Note: I woke up this moing and my thoughts of Christmas, where I took my beautiful wife Oculta Fall is a St. Paul-lite, which I had never seen the falls, I remember that he had only heard about him. It took him three days to find the research was, as I said, found on Christmas Day, a beautiful hidden along the Mississippi in St. Paul, Minnesota. Go to the CAF? library, to go a day my brother showed up the next day, and having described the falls, which is an inteational photographer, has also raised their place. It 'funny, me? I have lived here most of my life, was bo, and I doubt that he will die here, but not? I did not even know where the most beautiful falls in the St. Paul was. We Minnehaha Falls, but that is across the river and is located in Minneapolis, St. Paul. So, those who come to St. Paul for a visit, it is worth seeing now (what I call) of the Civil War treasure.See Dennis' website:

Ode to the Mighty Midget OMAC In English and Spanish

Ode to the Mighty Midget OMAC In English and Spanish Part History Midget hours thirty-six centimeters in height, which is it? Honest to God I I have green hair, red eyes, a thick and very thin eyebrows neckMy me and my three beardHas hair? It gave me when I was youngYes abuse! It has become, day after day? People laugh at me, my appearanceYou see? I shocked them. . Are middle-aged, not very old, nor love: loving, poor, or a madman; My wrinkles and stains are like them? I? D does not change? For food or gold? . I come from a race, from within the old earthMore himself; So, what I do, I leave you? Just call me OMAC, the Mighty Midget .. Ah! I? I lived in this world of evil and evil? Sad and heartbreaking, to say the least With all conceed? With neighbors, housewives and only thieves.The I think notDespise or hatred, is a known I? He served in the depths of Iceland, has left a riddle told me to think? Why call a great man? One who does not understand, with Dog-like devotion and faith? Maybe you can a dwarf? Live? Without an impressive mate? He said that as he went? IsBecause You? Impressive re -- They, not me !...? part Midget Helli visited hell, once with his torture chambers and hideous Rime? If I could, I would take half of the earth? There, only to see what we can bear; Therefore, the soft white dreams sheOnce seen, would be in? Demons .. Carefully scorpions, dark, black, and spitefulAnd sounds horrible? Of breathlessness In her bed, with all that I fear my friend, hell, I wish you d never Wiggly worm dead.As increase, above all, to hear men shouting whatGruesome? To see the hos growlSavagely Malamute dog lick everything .. dirty But I am a dwarf, thirty-six inches is all tallThat? With blue eyes, the wings will not fly, the blood running in my head? When I mad? Oh, sometimes I play the fool, fool me andShiver everything, but none Avvisi? I? How to squash too, my life in their minds, three unnoticed.Part Midget Madness can understand the hatred, the IDO is not, I'm unarmed And hoping that could.Everyone? S in a bubble of air of superiority, to say, it irritates me? Its soft white silence, which is wrapped likeCadaverous Mush In your dreams, like the glass? If it is for me, me? D whoresAnd rape kill the queen? What? And the sensitivity of my hand, The Midget, if you please .. Hell to the meaning of life, only to give the dagger or knife, dying essay How dwarfs and fools, the only differenceIs went to school.The destiny is not in your hands, like him? I would like to believe at all! Pious or save images from it, and go theyCome like fools gold, it is very flat to see! I do not need them as flattery, aPurpose just for today? Quarter Midget Love many have sung the praises andBeauty for love? Above all, sing for me again? The waters are still witches Are real, and the dusk is cool, but my heart is Tattered gray? For those who like a dwarf anyway? I have my cross, where ChristiansWalk? Because I tried to be a Christian You see, "And for the love and faith a mistake? A dwarf? a? Enano also In the halls of Christianity .. blasphemy, blasphemy, no matter where I? how to load my gun, Facing the sun, some bonesIn and tu your chest! Sin ... I? M innocuous? Miro nano my door, I see little moreVery once, only individuals So many people, jealousy, envy, I just wanted to be loved see.Part five Chavin de HuantarI must again today! ICompared old are you? AnEscort taking with me as a prince? Care.They principles as part of a humble me, me? HumanYou not see, or do not want to be; To them I? Millionaire.There but it is not an excuse? In the world for them? At Chavin de Huantar I? Ll be .. In fact, I? Ll never, Chavin de Huantar is My home, even understate the ignorant must wash their hands, when? All that remains is hunger! ... Note: 5/31/05 # 699Oda, the Mighty OmacTranslated Nano by Nancy PenalozaParte UnoHistoria DiminutaSoy thirty-six centimeters in height, which is all a God of soybean Honest My hair is green, my eyes red and yoTengo a very thick neck My eyebrows are thin and three barbaTiene my hair? And then? abuse, when I was j? see? S? The result? services; d? a a d? a? ? r friends? in m? aspectoUsted I see? Ask appalled. . I am half, not too old nor soyyo: pious, poor, or an idiot; My flaws and wrinkles are Sonsonate - I will not change? A ? oro.Vine for food or a race, from within the tierraM? s the old man himself; then I do, I just left a ud-ll? OMAC meme, Mighty Dwarf. Ah! I lived in this world of the devil and evil, sad and moving, to say the least All conceed with all the neighbors, housewives and ladrones.El? Nico on I think that noDesprecie or hatred, is a known I found it, "deep in Iceland? dej me? a sieve to think: ? Said? L: "Why? I called a man? One does not understand; ? Devoci? No dog and faith? Quiz? S is a dwarf who can not live ? without a compass? I was impressive? " I said to myself? L, while? L away? "This esporque you are awesome ? They, not I! ... Part DosInfieo DiminutoVisit? Hell, some vezSus c? gangs of gruesome torture and Rime? If I can take? One half of the earth for all, "only to see what could? Bring a; How? Their act? Os soft white ellaUna time saw her, then? In a ? by the devil. . With Scorpions, d? Biles, dark and horrible rencorosoY sounds - from Silbido Her bed, with all that I fear my friend, in hell, you want? Nobody died. As the worm climbing hills particularly fearsome queVista, or? A cry of men; Watch the group? Ido astadoFerozmente Malamute dog lick everything dirty. . But I am a dwarf, thirty-six inches is all altasEso? Wings with blue eyes that do not fly, the blood rises to my head? ? when I get mad Ah, sometimes playing the idiot, yTiemblo shooting all over the world, but none Note - I like? Even a crush? No, my life in their minds, the inadvertidas.Parte TresLocura DiminutaOdio can understand, then, I'm unarmed And wishing I could? A. People around the world in a bubble of air of superiority, of course, this irritates me? Its soft white silence, which is m? S bienDesplome body? Rico, wrapped ? glass, as its cause?-os! If I raise, I violate? Aa ramerasY killing? Aa-queen; This is my sensitive side, the little hand, with your permission. . Hell, with the meaning of life, only d? MEUNA Dagger or knife; dying essays Dwarfs and fools like? Nica differentiate who went to school. The fate of humanity is not? in their hands? How do you like? a faith at all! Even in the month? Genes pious save? N, ellosVienen and van comocomo fools gold; ? This is very clear to see! I do not need any adulaci? As their N, s? Which one? Target today? CuatroAmor part DiminutoHe many praises sung for the love-yBelleza: Above all, they sing atr? S: me. "The water is still? A, Bruges True Son and the CREP? Sculpture is cold, but my heart? N is ragged gray -- ? But who? N ama still a dwarf? " I have my cross, where cristianosEl step, because it is treated? to be a Christian You see, "and with the love and herror a feHice Nani ? nano, too? n In the corridors of Christianity .. Blaspheme, curse, wherever I like? In my rifle loaded, Facing the sun, tu a few bones? Inside and outside of your chest ... I'm too sick inofensivoMiro my little door, once again? I SMuy little, I see it, s? What people So many people, jealousy, envy, I just wanted to be loved by you ve.Parte CincoChavin Huantar? I'll be back today! I am a former yoComparado You? They took me atr? S unaescolta as I see it as a pr? NCIP ? under the care of pr? NCIP. They are humble to me, "I am not humanoUsted see, then I want to or not; I am a millonario.No are planning? N. excuse? ? throughout the world for them? At Chavin de Huantar be me?. . In fact, never to retu?, Chavin de Huantar be? My house, a? N entiendenHay ignorant to wash their hands, when? ? Todolì is left is the hunger! ... Note: 5/31/05 * 699Author Dennis Siluk Web site:

More Winter Poems of Minnesota

More Winter Poems of Minnesota 1) Dec days   (In Minnesota) The sky, pale-scaled with a cold fog, makes?.   The sun peering ", Since the scale on horseback proud down.The birds don? T sing the early moing (more)? Gone south.   The pure white snow all (compare with the gleaming river? Case) these are precious moments of nostalgia for the early hours of the moing?   Adolescents barb Sing, Sing, on the back of my head: Celebrating the winter? S cold day in advance. # 958 12/11/062) waiting for the Caf? Bookstore (Minnesota winter) The moon appears to be frozen in the easte sky, high over head, in winter, the dead   Sitting in the Caf? Waiting for my wife? The snow events in Minnesota, sees from his heavenly sky placeIn (not so far from my house),   Watch? My wife left the post office? On this cold night of clouds, waiting for the bus-stop (s) High wisps general cold and frost, against   Your throat, exhale cloud banks? Cloud banks exhale carbon dioxide? Soon? Ll these ports Walkthrough   A smile on the face, and a big kiss? A chilled wind, still on their cheeks, the adaptation to air theWarm CAF? Woops, here it comes   (7:15 PM)? Coffee or tea? I say this? (You? S smile). # 957 / 12-10-05 dedicated Rosa Pe? Aloza-Siluk3) Coldsnap [in Minnesota] While the snow smothers the bleak winter ice, until I'm through the window until midnight   What can I do? There must be something! My loving wife is fast asleep! The middle of the night   About my computer, I write, to think how long longHow the last cold spell this !...# 952 12/9/054) Winter EdgesThe air fogy. And 'the beginning of winter   The moon is my body.   That what is Misty disappeared. (A clock 6:30, everything is dark;   at 9:00 PM, ill be away.) Winter dorme believe   Waiting for the moing, east bound.   That what is Misty disappeared. # 955 12/10/2005See Dennis' website:

Peruvian Poems While in Transition 3 and 4

Peruvian Poems While in Transition 3 and 4 3) in the shade woodi was lost in the darkness of the forest   (The moon is black?   With the shadows in the woods?)   ? Search darker? I said   You're on your own? Come to this crack in the wood?   A voice said to me?   And now I? my card on the tree. # 888 9 October 2005 (Lima, Peru) 4) File? s intangible GardenLaced light of the garden? brilliant?   Among the things that are bad?   Planetary moing? s the sun? lovinglybeyond the orb of the earth? s heaven?   Show crimson buing rays, beams of light   To Lima? Light.There first is something about this garden that I like   ? something in the way we see grow?   develop, from a piece of black dirt to something more.   From seeds, small trees, planted foliage:   dominates the dense green foliage abundance,   All circles of light sun.It touched my heart? S desire:   first past something invisible and fragile --   punctuated only by the light, and to bring the members   Leaves? Intangible my garden, now lives   Invisible before. # 889 (10-10-05) Dedicated to Armando (for once I write something up, instead of dying). Note: Cesar Hildebrandt, Inteational commentator for channel # 2, Lima, Peru, 7 October 2005, introduced Mr. Siluka? s book? Peruvian poetry? in the world, saying:? Peruvian Poems, is a book very interesting and important?. Note: C? sar Hildebrandt, Comentaristas Inteacional, en Canal 2, Lima, Per?, el 7 de octubre del 2005, the book of introdujo Sr. Siluka? Poemas peruanos?, Al world, diciendo: ... Poemas peruanos is a very interesting book, you Deber? leerla a ...? Dennis Website:

The Rio Rimac poetry

The Rio Rimac poetry I wonder sometimes, if you are looking for a real (My River);   I see that you are worried and fearful.   I am sure   None of us were still something to be feared   But the element of time:   Some call this death, death, death? But you river, timid as can be,   Va ', e and (strangely):   Apparently without change?. I? ve noticed you? ve been suspicious   Many things   Especially me?.   In this context, I just thy.I were viewing the world,   And all? s chaos and weak smile,   For everyone? s lips?. Well? I said,? They were on me;   But someone does not want me.   This   Small game that you and me, me and you?   game, it's almost ridiculous, how we hide   From the truth, or at least   They have the courage to recognize it.I Take? Suppose   I'm glad I have nothing of value   Others that my life.   And you have for my silence;   But I have leaed:   No matter how many times a man? s soul   Silence, silence. serena:   Offenders are now in the valley   Therefore, make no mistake?   Pride comes before destruction   However, none of   Bow the knee?   It is the animal in you? ! I feel like a foreigner   In a world of strange beings,   We are all thrown together   in a sort of fade mystery.The takes time, but once   Time? we, ourselves, are we?   are all occupied, obsessed with time?   Time, time, a rhyme flows;   I also see the flow of bleeding defenseless   This is perhaps a point of weakness is   I do not want see.The river gave me a terrible aspect itsmost?   Load it to me as if I was on the hook. and? he says;   So what? shut up, get dressed? E 'confused, like many of us;   This is to produce something. I don? so what are   Who? I say to the River. Betrayal? he replies: bark back at me. I have no idea what you're talking about? I say, almost no plead.But the river bends, to kneel   anybody.I jump to my feet and waves of   River tomb of me? use me: many hands   Around me?. Take him under the water,   Created him? I hear the Rimac said, and then   Comes the words? a spy, spy, spy ..?   But I think: I have nothing, nothing   But my life? Ho, that was the end of all this:   Time? So to be (and will soon be available).   But I leaed, you have someone to trust,   It 'only healthy for the river, and,   They find someone better than me, me   Suppose that, over time, but also to die: why?   The river can no longer say, the wolf from   Sheep, it seems only greed.Note Mans: # 923 11/12/2005 (written in Lima, Peru, after a visit to the Rimac River.) See Dennis' web site:

The purpose of a poem and a poem

The purpose of a poem and a poem I think most people writing or writing poetry about poetry, has its own idea of what should be, that we should? T, which is what is not: you know, our little world of poetry. I'm not sure if any of us on the right: "We believe there are, but the rules are there? I propose my own and if not? T is in your system, bu your own? perhaps better anyhow.When I read a poem, and I assume, even though many people do not read poetry, and when I read a poem for me, today, more than mine, I, like most people want to know what the heck that means. As I have said on other articles of poetry, and I think it should be, each poem is mini-story in itself. In this sense, we move on the floor? Paraphrase? or you can live? Substance? poetry: I say again: the end of the story, what is the end of the story in poetry? You see, we flip back to step one. As I often said to my wife, as she questions my poem, says:? Why is that? And I say this? Effect. And she says:? ~ What? I say this? I have an effect you. Like any story to read that you're looking for? I believe that for the effect, the result of what they produce. If you read in cold blood? Lord of Truman Capote, the effect would be, or may be the result: stunning, because it is a great book surprise result. Poetry should do the same, or his aim should be the same, so I believe.So now we have a poem, a story, and we are searching for their purpose, in the context of their particular impact on our body and spirit , who is? Paraphrase? Now this is another step, another level, if not? t? Mind. We have the poem three times, and now we are able to interpret it as we were impressed. Our meat or organs and skips our mind, our bones are fused, or you are frustrated and say the hell with the poetry, I just quit irritation. Perhaps you can extract meaning from the lines, at home, and perhaps the poem is crap to begin with, then proceed as a poet. The poet should be a goal with his poetry, knows where he wants to make his readers. It 'like most things in life, breathe why your readers, if there is no reason behind it, something that is not the same breed: nothing.Now I would like a poem (see the consequences for you , names): For too Much, For too long, too long, To know that I? Via M Too old to admit I? Second? I am a person wrong.I asked what impact they have leaed from this? I wondered why the writer was so tired. And 'this what the person says. Now to you, what do you have? What does the author want? To see if perhaps the second [a, a second], a line, isolated in the context of the poem in a spell, hopefully, the prose of meaning: a person who is old and tired, very tired. If the poems were to continue, would lead, you know, or anyone you know who read the poem, most of those who are tired, and maybe you can identify with it, and was tired because he could make a difference. In a sense, it's nice to read poetry, it is fast, condenses, and is the beginning of the line as far as writing goes, and a history of 10,000-plant can be 10 rooms. And 'our emotions, or can and should, and should be the best man has in his mind and heart to offer. And once again, don? T any of this personal, it's only my opinion, not more, and again, perhaps your argument is better than mine. So take that for what it's worth, and enjoy it.See Dennis' web site on tours and in his books:

Hundred fifty dead Korean War l952

Hundred fifty dead Korean War l952 There I Saturday, ninety-five can weatherOutside the library cafe, it was Old Timers cool.An was from me, says:? There have been two per cent of us the island, close to North Korea, in? 52? We guarded 16,000-prisners? Suddenly, all hell loose three hundred North Koreans cameOver the bob-wired fence, in pursuit? It all happened in a matter of secondsThe machineguns killed 150-of themThat? s all that I saw during the war? 52. (An American breached a shot.) Now we have the fingerprints at all? The oldtimer said; exhaustedly; As if even once? But they were only old memories are brought to light, rose for a moment of theSands that the small island of Horseshoe. But I think I? ll never forget? withNo said it regrets ... when it was fresh on his table where his coffee. # 762 7/15/05Notes: as a veteran of war, I've got a lot of classic cars from a series of wars, at a time when World War II seemed to me more, they are used in World War I (when I was a child) by the very few Korean War (but from time to time I meet), and a couple from Vietnam, where I was. Funny, it seems, most of these groups are increasingly scarce, particularly in the First World War and the Korean War, or so it seems. Now we have three wars to see: A Persian Gulf war in Afghanistan and the Persian Gulf II (as it seems, all in a matter of a decade), and you must mention the war in Bosnia, which was with my son I think that I am not by war veterans to speak. It 'fun, we stop the longest war against the Record, the Vietnam War, to replace it with the four wars that I mentioned. Well, this is the life not.Dennis Siluk is a poet and a veteran of the war in Vietnam, his recent book "The Magic of the Andes," has two parts, one on the Andes of Peru, the other on the war Rhymes , dealing with Vietnam. You can see his books on a website or how you live in Minnesota and Peru

Jump on the bed Winter Poetry in English and Spanish

Jump on the bed Winter Poetry in English and Spanish 1? Walking on snow   (New Year's Day? 2006) The winter wind whistles in harmony   Happy with the snow, miles long?   and my shoes, like the tires of cars   Grip the ground ", which means cutting   Whiteness.The away the days of calm. The birds do not fly   Across the sky. Hercules   It is asleep. This must be the snow   You must find a balance between our balance,   this tranquil snow, white and cold.Dedicated my goddaughter, Ximena Herrera Pe? ALOZ 1/2/2006 [# 1053] Note the 'author? on my way to the library today in Roseville, Minnesota (New Year's Day), my wife was expressing how the trees were beautiful, surrounded by all the white snow of the previous night from the tip of every branch of their feet. In Spanish   By Rosa PenalozaVersi? N Espa? OlCaminando in the Snow   (Un Nuevo? O? 2006) The winter wind silva, harmoniously   With c? mules happy snow, miles long?   And my shoes, as Neum? tion car   Land grab?, They cut off   Blancura.El d? one is quiet. Ning? N p? Bird flies   A trav? s of the sky. H? Rcules   Est? asleep. This must be the snow   Need to rebalance our balance,   This quiet snow, white, fr? a.Dedicado my goddaughter, Ximena Herrera Pe? ALOZ 1/Enero/2006 [# 1053] note? On my way to freedom? now, in Roseville, Minnesota (the day of? or new), my wife said what? are beautiful? trees, all equipped with the white snow of the previous night from the tip, each branch after all? 2? After a long DayI start to read and write every day   On my computer, and then complete the CAF?   And back again to my house? between   From three to ten hours a day, sometimes I   Before you see the moon in the afteoon Sunday   Plowing through the foliage of the words   and books, documents, and my house was buing napkins.Suppose?   And the CAF? closed up tight?   Every day I can not read or write my time   !...# 1051 1/1/20063 away? Sleepy WifeEach winter night sleepingIs the first face I see my wife? s?   I decided to leave his dream in sofaChair? For the warm cozy fire.   Often look to see if I? M thereBusy yet read or write, for my team.   Then fall in his deep sleep a little 'fussy again.Like bear hibeate? Can I? They do not complain much, I? I was blessed;   Therefore, leave the house at midnight, the clock, and as a train, COO COO to bed. # 1042 1/1/2006Versi? N Espa? OlEsposa E? Olienta in Winter   (Un Nuevo? O? 2006) Every night I see the first side of dormidaEs my wife?   He decided to let her sleep in SOF? Warm cozy fire.   He often takes a glance to see if they still? A whole? Busy reading or writing on my computer.   Next? And you retu to your question? Or another vez.Como somewhat 'deeper? O bear fussy, wintering? I can not complain much, I was blessed;   How?, Check the house at midnight, wake up, and as a train, walk to the bed .* 1042 1/Enero/2006See Dennis' website:

Magic of the Andes in English and Spanish

Magic of the Andes in English and Spanish Note: written 4-15-05, while driving through the Andes of Peru, from Lima to Huancayo. I was an ant, but the mass of stone, earth and leaves of this beautiful and durable landscape.Spell the Andes By Dennis L. Siluk English VersionThis is a song of the Andes, to reach the sky The slow warm days, When Cholos game, and runs under the river and high.The high Andes downIn watch the passage of the sun: ? I? M of the Andes with a Brotherhood? But dreamer, with a song. I came from afar to see how herAnd is really beautiful With his hard, cool issue Oh God! How do I breathe Herin autumn of my life! ... Version N Espa? OlNota: 15-04-05 written while pas? Bamos a trav? S de Los Andes del pro?, From Lima to Huancayo. Sent? it was just an ant, among the mass of rock, soil and leaves of this attractive and durable paisaje.Revelaci? n de los Andes By Dennis L. Siluk (Translated by Nancy Pe? ALOZ) This is a Chancellor? N of the Andes, which rises to the sky In hot and slow d?, Dal When Cholos play, and r? You are tall and look great Andes bajos.Los the passage of the sun: ? I am one with the Andes and hermanadoSoy? Ador, Chancellor? N? I came from afar to verloY qu? beautiful, really, High hardness, fresh release Oh God! ? C? I want Mo respirarloEn the oto? O my life ... Once again Mr. Siluk is on the road, when you're on the road through the Andes, and wrote his most recent poem, "Magic of the Andes." He is a poet who has traveded nearly 700,000 kilometers, of places around the world for inspiration, and I found some. Your website:

Poetic Love Love commercial compliance

Poetic Love Love commercial compliance I'm the last romantic? This is a very difficult question for me! I remember the times when love seems to be more pure and clear. A boy saw a girl he loved, smiled embarrassed him, giving him hope. The desire was fueled by hope, and is the ideal time to cook a recipe for romantic love. Any continued thoughts of peace during the night, while watching the stars and wishes, sweet love wishes! Days passed, the baby can? Not your thoughts on the track, loved by his beautiful princess. Another idea, a few days later, the fire would continue until the child? No longer, and moves to the next step: a romantic poem and roses, even chocolate candy. Beautiful! I? Do not want to overdo it with the inclusion of a balcony in this case .. Ma? S admit, those were the good old days of love and poetry. Today, everything seems so empty and meaningless. The media always shows more violence and sex, love to push away our lives, replacing it with the sole desire. Now women are increasingly interested in the bank account and the child limousine units, and probably would be the poetry and sweet as a crime or as unimportant as it would be very expensive and not perfume or a necklace. The boy, however, is not it? Simply tremble in his voice, him? Sa stable person who should? Do not let losing his lack of confidence. Him? S driving his luxury car, clothes, after the latest fashion, perfumes and all that, with sunglasses to get a better attitude. He goes home, gives him a ho, and then take your partner the most expensive places to impress. It probably happened in most of the time. Very nice, some might say. Well, I'm sorry, but I am one of those researchers who have won? Give it? New age love?. I stick with the love poem that must be used for a long time, the incurable romantic. You can if you want to contradict the whole world? And freedom of opinion, but I am still stuck on the last Mohican the idea that love and poetry come together as a blessing, and you should be? Not be to.

Obstacles

Obstacles There are many times that I Barriers and walls, invisible, unless it has come to close And then you hit them.You ask the unknown happened.You I can not let them in.I 'I lost the key to open the doors In the walls, and I do not know how For down.Fran Watson Copyright? 2003For more poems and stories can be found on the site Fran

S Aquatic Uamak now take English and Spanish

S Aquatic Uamak now take English and Spanish Gently, my mind was selecting a tone deaf, the dead dark empty space surrounding me? I saw a figure on a rock, you are not certain, however, had a sensitivity, a sense of call, or second sight, I? I've heard before, not sure if I put a lot of credibility there, but there was numbness and sensitivity. Not? No? any sense of danger at the moment, appears in the moonlight, sitting on the rocks, looking, looking inside. It gave me a feeling of stomach cramps, however, as it centipedes sting? From every coer? In red and pink flesh of my inteal organs, their poisonous sting FANGS them.I just stumbled into the dense foliage, pungent lost in mud and covered with wild plants, and God knows what else, in corollary, I have come close to the shore of the sea, overlooking the water, the edge of the cliff, has for many years I was here. I zigzagged through the last of the bushes, carefully now, is the edge of the cliff, and then I have a clear opening. I could only hear the sounds of change in the water now? The waters below me, like waves of clattering success, and splashed against the boss? Cliffs, directly in front of me. E 'was only a few seconds after sunset, after sunset, it was actually missing, swallowed by a turbulent night.Inscrutability always seems to bring an unlimited amount of threat, no? A rhetorical question, at best, it is not certain, and given in? The flow was more quiet, the rocks are mammoth, and overlooking the sea, jagged with FANGS. The light wind over the head, not as a couple of hours, I just suddenly evaporated. As I was about to say, the way in which the silhouette of the great rock, is still looking into the sea is like locked in a trance, or that I am a worm, but he, too poor to pay no attention to me. He seems to talk to himself, or maybe some sea monster, you kidding? Ma? S to talk to someone, something, and had his head down, down, down towards the sea. Except for the fact that they are not in a fishing boat illusion.A, no, not just a vessel of some kind, certainly not because I said the fishing boat, as I know, it was switched on a light their cover, guess what? cover know, is very distant. Now I have walked in my opinion, aimless, can? See much in front of me, because I end in the sea on top of that damn monster can? See, only to discover that it is true. Well, some shadows of the moon just left a little 'more vulnerable, but gave me a little' light. In September, it is cold here, I swear that height has nothing to do with this mysterious night. Here on the coast? my bones are chilled.If asking me? What are you doing here? I couldn? Tell, me? D are not the answer? Doing here? What? Perhaps that figure in the rock knows? Should be, but a hundred meters away from me now, if I? Ll find it fairly quickly, like you. I mean that is the night, but not all that afteoon. Conceivable that here indicated. I was visiting a friend, you might say, but only after I arrived. So what has caused me to take this little trip (again)? His answer is as good as mine. I've been to places all over the world that seems to draw people into a soul, shake your wrist to the point that should be or is it? In the end, where? In this case here. Aye, good teacher? I've heard (babbling)? Take the lot, as it is? This affects me in the wind if the wind pushes back in my ears no matter where that person is unknown, in great rock in search, simply looking for? I take, the sea, a black hole in the sea, yes, in fact, this is what we are doing, looking into a black hole in the sea, for some strange reason, I can see that now, or you can simply vanished as fast as has arrived. Clearly, it's something different, or should I say, is thriving. The module was tested with a pride of arrogance. I wondered, but now several meters away? Have an idea of my presence? Who is concentrated so hard, I mean, look, we ask something of seawater? Perhaps someone, I think he lost something and want to renegotiate? Death reveals a strong desire for man and beast: and look at once. Or is it something that the planning is huge, terrible mass. I? Ll take a couple of steps, a site now, should go around thinking I d. I? Surely you can feel my heart beating, beating, I mean, listen, I can not hear myself.Again and I say again, if you retu to me? D see me, then? Now I have heard mumbling my thoughts, some spells too early. One way to what I asked myself, "now what, me? I am behind him, three feet? I? U M? Do, and below me, is the minister of Doom, and there are several ways to die, have a plate and bone in the skull carved in it, seventy-two ways of dying. He brings a plate at a time to me, shows me. Are forced to watch as it makes fun of me. Doom is a strange sense of 'humor. I am afraid of him, to play with my age. He says that I must choose one, and I know that I can not? T. Meets and echoes of my voice to those under the earth's crust? As a laugh at me. To do so he has chosen for me, I know that have second sight? I was mortified, he tued around and almost lost control of my bodily functions (it was dark meat, a demigod, or so it seemed), and is not into it. In any case, he knew he knew and wanted to say what has been chosen by his death. For what? And the reason why they brought me here, no? I dunno, punishment and fingers, as the city of death did not say, perhaps for a long, long time, and this would be his death, to the punishment of hell, and prayed to say that I was his messenger. I started in the dark, which had focused on the study or in being, and I can not? See what you saw, but what I saw was his death? His death? What do you see? asked the demigod. A being with wings, putting rocks on your body. You are in a desert, chained to the ground below you, and the rocks on you, you can not move. What is death? I asked. The life of death? Chokingly told me. Will I be aware? He asked. Always !...? Note: Written 8/12/05/revised 8/19/05 (by Dennis L. Siluk) In Spanish Translated by Nancy PenalozaU? Manufacturer 's Acu? TicaCon gently, my mind you select a Meloda? A deaf, dead space outside the dark vac? Or ride? Ndome? I saw a form on a rock, which is not secure? N time, ten years? ll a sensitivity thinking? a bad feeling, you feel, or second chance; room? ao? do it before, not sure if I want to give a lot of cr? credit, but how? sea, the sensitivity and numbness were all?. Unsend? tion? No danger for the moment, in the figure illuminated by the moon, sitting on the rocks, to be stalking, looking in depth. Actually realized? Conscience of a cramp in my est? I think magician, like centipedes? s to chew on it - from all angles - in the flesh of my pink and red? inteal organs, their small ellos.Tropec poisonous bites FANGS in you? The thick foliage, they lost too thoy wild and cultivated plants of mud, and God knows that m? s in corollary, I came close to the edge of the sea, facing the accused? tion to the edge of the rock, hac? many? and you, hab? say here?. The zig-zag through a? S? Last of the bushes, beware, this is the edge of the cliff, and then get an opening in m? S clear. I pod? Or only one? A noise of change of water today - m under the water, "as the strike that makes the sound of waves and splashing against the rocks of the sea, to be settled directly in front of m '. But this was a few seconds before nightfall, DETR? D CREP? Schools, s? Indeed, this room? one disappeared, swallowed by the darkness seems impenetrable inquieta.La always carry an unlimited amount of threat? Really? Ret a question? 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L semidarkness was made flesh, a demigod? S, or "is one), and well, do not enter into details. In any case? L Saturday? One Saturday I? Ay? L wanted me to say what room? Amos chose for his death. This is what was working? Bring here? Do not know? One of them, and the fingers of fate? as the city of death is not dir? one, perhaps? s for a long, long time and this be? one until his death? to hell and asked them to tell the destination, I was his Messenger. ? Mir? d be in the dark? NDE? l hab? concentrated, or where? He looked, and I could not? see what? the violence, but what I saw was his death? his death -? What do you see? "Question? The demigod? S. -? A being with wings, putting rocks on your body. Are you? in a desert, chained to the ground below you, and the rocks on you, you can not move?. -? What is this death? L, I wonder?. -? Infeo, "the death by drowning? Ndome said. - "? I'm going to be conscious? "asks? ? l. -? Ever! ... "See Dennis Siluk and book travel on their website:

In October in Lima, La Tarde wildcats of Nevados

In October in Lima, La Tarde wildcats of Nevados 11) An October Afteoon in Lima, Sunday PeruThe on my face   A book on my lap?   The city? S oigo car near   ? as a realm of thought?   Sink deep into my mind? I am weak from cooing birds   And the angels whisper about?   My body seems fairly quiet   ? the beauty of the sky?   Sounds and the ocean nearby? Note: Written October 31 2005, Martina Gomez? S, Cosmiatra in Lima, Peru, waiting for the author? Wife.17 s)-The wild cat Huaytapallana (Nevados) who run wild, the nature of cats-Nevados   (For Huaytapallana)   ? their hopes and dreams in a celebration of children lambs?   No! hidden behind the rocks, the mountains and the shadows?   Above the fleeting night? Span the sky through the roof:   So if this is the wild cats of the Nevados wander:   Roam the stars? File dark?. Wanders at night? No law, are: to run wild?   Wander the dark again, bo into a world wind?   Winds and forgotten tomorrow. Lift up your eyes eteal   (Do not stop crying?)   A war unknown? For hunters and farmers   From Huaytapllana and Nevados? Who is killed?   The blood red sunset? Yes, ah! Yes? Mueren a sullen death: poisoned wild cat (s)!   Heritage delay luck?, So   Their representatives in the course of time is running out: weak   Breath? (not going to see the sunrise). Note: # 907 (written the day after the visit Pallana-white, the mountains and surrounding areas. The information gathered from talking with the natives of the area ((Written 10/27/2005)) See Dennis Website:

Big Easy

Big Easy Poets are the visionaries and the scribes, the records of their time. Many things in my sixty years, but I think that what touched me most deeply was Hurricane Katrina. New Orleans has been a point of fascination for me. To see, has tued to rubble and mud was a profound shock. This event was the fact that no matter what time or age, natural disasters and can not happen. He taught us that there are players, but on a stage, and wrote the Mother Nature plays no matter the time or Tides.Big EasyMagnolia honey-air, heavy with heat.   Kudzu vine twinning, knitting in the city.   Spanish moss of the old masks hoyden,   and forward thinking, and fans keep pretty.Shutters slow mixing   the stifling heat of the afteoon under control.   Lanais and balconies, where the shrine,   People rest until cool enough to play.Languid, lazy persistence of mosquitoes,   Enervated hands to crush on.   Honky Tonk Down Bourbon is a whisper,   Birds and butterflies in front of the heat day.Bawdy houses and villas, quaint cafes.   Charm oozes from the Big Easy? I pore.   Secrets and antiques languishing behind   antique shops, with their old doors.Now a muddy ruin of the earth destroyed.   No more Mardi Gras and ladies tees, or disorder.   Only a river of debris and muddy water is increasing.   And the Big Easy is dying as quiets.Can chaos again as in the south, has long ago?   They can get their skirts and refuse to fade?   A woman in the South, a strong woman, Defiant   under his Petticoats, Big Easy, quality! Sherry Asbury is a freelance writer who writes about the time of 'soul, when they occur. It is believed, poetry therapy, and is presented as a reminder of events in life. Sherry lives in Portland Oregon with her two rescue-ferrets, Amber and Rascal.

Minnesota Spring Thaw a poem

Minnesota Spring Thaw a poem What? And the way it is? And the way it has always been   Spring thaw, the spring brings the mud, waves, birds   What? S is the way, how is it? S was always   Since then, who knows where, when I was a kid.Strange, my blood flowing over me today, wild   I dream of that side   I? I feel weak away from Minnesota? S horizon   And the voices, echoes, the rivers are clear of clouds afar.The high, blue infinity   Sounds awakening memories of spring, renewal   Winter Stars are gone with the snow in winter   The birds begin to nest in the trees and the wind will bring some spring storms meadows.Spring   Tease enough for Minnesota? The willow   Many ripples in its 10,000 lakes   Its millions of Pines and Evergreens. What? S is the way in which, as has always been   Spring thaw, the spring brings the mud, waves, birds   What? S is the way, how is it? S was always   Since then, who knows where, when I was a kid.I? M in Peru, as the spring opens in my hometown of St. Paul, Minnesota, I know all your encouragement and the light when it becomes their baby when the mother? knees bent nature. My friends tell me the winter snows almost lost, was heavy only a month ago when I was there. I can feel the time doting romping profit winds, forest green emerald flower of life, ready to horsing around, his paths. Fish jumping up and down, placing first in the deep lakes. Should I give him a kiss tragic, because it missed the spring, but remember that many of them, as is Minnesota, I live in my dreams, you? And the way it always has been. [# 1311 4/11/06] See Dennis' web site:

Pine Creek A poem Minnesota

Pine Creek A poem Minnesota As it bus inside the Northe Lights in Minnesota? S mystical nights, here comes the wind with the sail immortal, with the secrets undivided; here groans of deep woods to think about what should be the heart, to take or harvest, its strange and profound beauty and profound joy of its forest, trees and friendly by its small stream nearby. # 1367 6/5/2006 When Pine Creek, from Bayfield on Lake Superior, Minnesota, I noticed footprints of animals in the sand, and Bach, on the back of an old B & B, where I lived, was a long day is love. My wife and I climbed the slope that looked and went deep into the woods behind the old house, a rock (sort of). E 'stato tutto raw beauty, as well as at some point, I suppose, so now we have need of him. The poetry is small, and consists of some fragments, the beauty of Minnesota? Northe Lights S winds, its forests, and the little stream, but I heard the comment should be longer than the poem, in this case. If you are in dense forests of the deep bay, is infested with mosquitoes, and the sound of bears, not sure if it is only the wind and trees, which sounds like flapping wings, and you do not see birds, until you are reflected in the opening, in places, it's dark, and other places with the bright Sunday moing, whispers to me unknown, I felt as though the eyes of the search for light, but the research for me, almost to the loss of a beating heart, I went back and forth, and then the cloud forest, then in B & B for breakfast.See Dennis' web site: Source:

Rocks

Rocks Take the time to stop and look at nature. Take a rock or two and think about where you could have started and what could be up to the end where there are rocks it.RocksThe good is the This was the most difficult Electricity, Where it was thrown back and forth, Bouncing from rock to rock Or a branch, Lose some 'of their roughness With each explosion, Step by step, until it comes to rest In a quiet and peaceful sandy On the edge of the stream. If you pick up And feel the softness You can feel the vibrations Its turbulent jouey And know that Despite the problems now facing, It will also contribute to a peaceful solution And quiet Their coers and edges are smoothed, And grant you peace As you click Close. The energy that is Speak to their hearts and minds And quiet And recognize They too have this peace, Only if the trust God, that their interests at heart. We are looking for polished stones Because we know that Can easily skip over the surface Water for a long distance. The coers and edges Rapidly sink to the bottom -- They do not last long. A good "Skipping Stone" is a really great find. It is located in the heart of stone That the strength lies. The outer edges are too weak And break easily, But the heart is pure And lasting As the roughness is ground away. So our hearts Lead to more durable How our coers and edges are smoothed.Copyright Fran February 2005Fran Watson Watson

Life is too short

Life is too short Time passes quickly Keep your feelings inside Especially when their so strong Even if not ... In all rules, Most people living in This is because once in your life We wonder why should not it? Why did not you What he felt in his heart Where you can not change From the beginning ... The first time I saw you Our eyes and connected I knew that my life would be Made a dramatic ... I do not regret our choice I feel unworthy or Your love and affection That makes me really happy and alive ... So I never knew I could begin to feel That are truly breathtaking ... and consumption In my daily life Happy to be able Cut like a knife ... Right in my soul And touches my heart Thus positive Tearing is over ... For me think of my world Without you there Tomorrow or ten years From now on ... With me like a glove Stuck to my body Keep me together In a way that strangely familiar ... and if natural Almost afraid of me To wonder how And could not be ... Together for life If there is no other We live in a world Pure blissfulness ... Resource Box -? Danielle Hollister (2004) is the editor for BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for fans with prices more than 10,000 bids in dozens of categories - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom , family, life, and much more. Read online --

Those were the days

Those were the days Something that feels   This is a common set   Take a look back in time   From? Those were the days?   If the pond were bagni   A wash, the next?   Hand-me-down clothes   Do not talk about sex   ? Run for the protection?   The siren is crying   Hiding in darkness   While soldiers are dying   N. video player   Almost never seen a machine   N. costly Posh Pets   Only one tadpole in a jar   We have been taken and marbles   Porcelain dolls, a bell   Place in a flea pit   Cost Schilling or two   Mrs Dales Diary on wireless   Bag of coal for the fire   Press the clothes through a mangle   In a laundry washing machine and dryer   Chicken once a year, at Christmas   Plain chips with a bag of salt   There are steam trains and trams   Kodak box cameras? Door without screws   Black on Polish hobnailed boots   N. GCSE? S, for us? eleven more   Pack of ten Woodbine   A conductor on the bus   A guinea pig or a threpence   Quill pens dipped in ink   The best clothes on a Pentecost   Braids with pink ribbons   A trip to a few annual   It 'was all I could afford   Bag of chips and some scrumpy   We were happy, never boring   N. talk of the ozone layer   We have had many of the rays of the sun   Families were large and we were poor   We do not have? T care, because those were the days! Age: 35   Gender: Female   Zodiac sign: Gemini   Zodiac Year: Dog   Industry: Manufacturing   Occupation: self-employed manufacturer ~ ~ & E-Shop Owner   Location: Bristol: England: United Kingdom   About me:   I was bo in May of 1970, and the default, even if here is my Starsign "Gemini" is truly the Toro. I have birth charts done in the past, and I know that Taurus is the correct character. "If your science teacher smashed a frozen rose with a hammer, you have the hot petals to make them back to life?"   Yes, I did!

I learned

I leaed It is not possible that someone you love. All we can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is them.No matter how much I care, some people simply do not care back.It years to build trust and seconds to destroy it.It 's not what it is - is that you have in your life counts. that you can do something in an instant that will give you pain life.It 's taken me a long time to become the person I want to be. You should always leave loved ones with loving words - may be the last time you see them.The people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon ... We are responsible for what we do, no matter how you feel. Whether you or the control of its controls on the wall you.Credentials not make a decent and humane being.Our background circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for what is more do.Maturity experience you had and what have you leaed from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.You should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or extravagant, nothing is more humiliating, and what would be a tragedy if Cree. Even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries with you - that is the strength of help.Heroes people what to do when you have to do - no matter how the question of the consequences. Not bad your heart is broken - the world does not stop for your family grief.Your not always be there for you. It may seem strange, but people who are not related to what you can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. The families are not always biological .------------------------------------------- - ------------------------------------ In memory of Anna My Grannies Kline October 05, 1920 - November 05, 2002 (was the sky of my son alone on the fifth birthday - still do not know ...) May God Bless his soul ... -------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ Resource Box -? Danielle Hollister (2004) is the editor for BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for quote lovers, with more than 10,000 bids in dozens of categories like - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom, family, life, and many more. Read on-line --

How to Write Bad Poetry

How to Write Bad Poetry All sources of feeling real bad poetry. - Oscar WildePeople write poems for many reasons, but this article has a sharpened arrow aimed directly at your fingertips of amateur poets who wish to be published yet refuse to lea the attributes of a well-designed poetry. These poets are those who plop their tracks, each bundle of ambiguities, vagueness and Hackney, in cyberspace for review. I met some of these poets to whom I gave a courtesy review by setbacks against observations, like the pain? You must be too dense to do so? o? Everyone tells me so. Are you alone? Of course, I wonder why someone usually care to write a poem in a forum where all the criticism constructive comments provided by the poet is immediately flushed to the cyber-pot. Many new poets seem to think that writing a poem is a feeling one hundred percent. They overlook the notion that, like any craft, poetry is a lot of practice and leaing as well as the desire and talent. So instead of writing about the importance of concrete images, figurative language and the art of minimizing the abstractions, I think it might be fun (and maybe even tick off some people) to write a small collection of attributes of the Really Bad poetry. Recipe for a bad poetry, bad poetry should not have the language. If you intend to write a bad poem, and not to come with harsh images. The last thing you want to do is write something new, innovative and evocative. Use wherever possible hackneyed phrases like? Clear? ? dark as ebony, l '? ? blue as the sky? ? dark of night? ? paints a picture? ? climb the highest mountain? Etc. - A bad poem in particular, should be heavily weighted with abstract words, how? Heart? ? love? ? sadness? ? despair? ? hatred? e? fate. The most general and abstract of your poetry, the most appropriate, it will be absolutely nothing to say to the reader. Zero for detail if you want a bad poem. For example,? The world is a sad place / filled with sadness and hate? Blah blah blah. Also, be sure to say as the poet to describe something using superfluous adjectives summary! ? Water is enough;? ? The world is ugly;? ? Her eyes were beautiful? Bad poetry does not use figurative language or descriptive of the images to show the reader a slice of life .- No matter what the sentence is strange, as the phrase would be created in normal language, it is Rhyme. Comptine anyway! That? S on the right, a bad poem is forced rhyme. If you need to reorganize the structure of a sentence, just to make good the rhyme, go ahead! For example: The flowers of apples fell in the month of May / where to lay on the lawn. (Note that I could not say t? They lay on the lawn, do not rhyme, so I had to make a funky phrase .- Do not worry about punctuation, grammar or 'spelling. What you really want to do is make the reader scratching his head and read a lot of time trying to understand what that means. Bad spelling and grammar very poor at the expense of meaning, if you have your reckless words. Try this poem for its size: the shows that the sun / Fixed during the horisen / Ocean pants / Like a wild monster / With heavy breaths / Breath and then falls / A little 'something / Is always lost / In the mouth / Distress or ------- ------- ur coil speciol / Honi soft / one sweet bee .- A good practice for a bad poet is entitled to be poetry in the plural! Globalize the subject of a very low percentage! ? Trees are they? ? The people cry? ? Flowers? Plural from all items of poetry, you are the blurred images, which SAPPY, intangible, and simply boring .---------------------- Fair Questions of bad poets who want to be published, but n? t want to work :----------------- D. Who are you to judge what is good poetry? A poem is like beauty, is in the eye of the viewer! A. Paul Valéry said:? A poem is never finished, only abandoned. You need to work on your poem. We need to find some clarity, which will reach the reader. Sometimes we have so fogged with our emotions, we? T really see the true poetry. Emotional Outpour excellent first projects, but if not? T to go further, then it is not enough work to make your good poetry? Even in your eyes. Furthermore, as a process much more than a poem, is the time you want to publish your poem, which will be judged. Lea what these? Judgers? are looking for.Q. If clichés? D have been so bad, because they have been around for so long? A. Exactly! Everyone understands clichés? S? Almost to the point where they? T is also something more. The poetry is the art of expression and manifestation. If you are too lazy to find the pictures yourself, then, is not really writing poetry.Q. I write poetry for personal reasons. And 'my way of dealing with the world. Because what we think of poetry? A. You should? T. Unless you try to refine your job so you can express yourself through literature, in some publication, you can write any way you want. Just know, however, that if you send your poetry to criticism, can be derived on the basis of honest criticism poetic technique. If this is not what is desired, please make known what you're trying to get.Devrie Paradowski is a freelance writer and poet. His poetry has been published by several literary magazines and has written numerous articles for various publications, including "Poetry Renewal Magazine" and "Poetryscams.com. She is the author of the Chapbook, "Something in the ground", which can be found a. In 2001, establish a literary community on-line () that is highly respected for some of the most honest and poetic depth review on the Inteet. Consistent with its commitment to inspire amateur writers to hone their skills, he also founded a group called the writer, "The Fire and Ice Writer's Group."

Traces of the Mantaro Valley, a poem in Spanish and English

Traces of the Mantaro Valley, a poem in Spanish and English Traces of the Mantaro Valley (English version) What type hidden retreat? When mountains fall moan In shadow amongThe and the rapids of the Rio? It is not your name Mantaro Valley? In addition to traces of the Andes -? I hear your voice in echoes can hear your voice, God is limited. But I know that your glanceAs through the clouds above me know? . Ah! As gone, but love? Love! He found my soul naked! 4-20-05 (# 627) Note: After receiving the written Mantaro Valley, the Valley Andes.Huellas the Mantaro By Dennis Siluk Translated by Rosa Pe? AlozaEn retiro el arte que se esconde? Donde Monta? How decrecientes Gimeno Y en la Sombra entreLos r? Pidos of r? O? No es tu nombre del Valle MantaroM? All N? de las Huellas de los Andes? Puedo o? r tu voz en ecosPuedo or? r tu voz, bajo divinely. Pero te conozco por Conocer a las Nubes miradaComo arriba ... . Ah! as ido?, pero amor? amor! encontraron mi alma desnuda! The Butcher of Lima (Dedicated to: Mario Poggi) VersionPrologue English: I do not want all the judges, so am I to judge, and God forbid I would be judged by anyone except him. Then, write the following poem with a word of discretion of the reader, that not everything is as it seems, is. That is, it is said, the psychologist Mario Poggi?, I met three times and bought a sculpture, and welcomed him as a gift? He leaed the hard way? This is the curse of revenge has long wings, so, vengeance for the Lord. Why? As is the avenger and the victim is cursed after that (we do not have the time to make amends, if this is indeed his desire, the other, slowly loses his life as he lives). So? The Butcher of Lima? is really a photo of the sculpture, Mr. Poggi calls? The face of fear? "Or at least it is for me. During the three meetings, I have no sense of guilt in his eyes for his murderous facts, as he liberated the city from cutting bodies maniac and was buried them, "and perhaps a few lives, no? But rather a sadness that can not close their eyes during the trial of his murder of a man named? The Butcher? and now the sculpture, who, with his hands, the eyes of his poem soul.The ? The Butcher of Lima? The psychologist, has killed? The Butcher of Lima? It 'been said? With a belt around his neck He strangles him to death! As he sucked in his breath -- Head carved like a fish? Poetic Justice! He died a purple deathThe? Butcher of Lima?. And nobody called wept.And media name: ? Poggi! Poggi? You? Re crazy? And 'as if the fate and forget itMotionless They are the cold blade of redemption. # 628 (4-21-05) the Spanish version? El Descuartizador de Lima? Por Dennis L. Siluk Translated by Rosa Pe? AlozaEl phil? Logo? L Mato to? Descuartizador de Lima? O eso es lo que dicen ... With a Correa de su alrededor cuelloLo estrangul? hasta matarlo! Mientras? L asfixiaba itself? Cortada Cabeza like a fish ... Obra de justiciaEl Muri? asfixiadoEl? Descuartizador de Lima ...? Y nadie Llorens? The average gritaba Y el nombre? Poggi! Poggi! ... eres un enfermo? éste es como el destino lo tendre a Insensitive y las Espadas olvidadoSon fr? As de redenci? N. Two poems by author and poet, Dennis Siluk, while traveling in Peru and Central America, April 2005. , Said that the author, "The Mantaro Valley is now appealing as ...." from the Andes and through the valley itself, in Lima, Peru. For more information on this poem, or the second poem, "The Butcher of Lima, you can use the article by Marissa Cardenas, Correo newspaper columnist-" culture "side of 23 April 2005. Rosa P.

Five poems at home and in view of the planet against the poet

Five poems at home and in view of the planet against the poet Five Poems from home1) Favorite: Dorothy Parker [In 1920 the poet] What can I say, Dorothy Parker is dead, Bued and the ashes of poetry, so that He died aged couple Seventy-three?. The small woman with a big mouth, That was in the rain And could? t out: Continue to play All the same, Like drops of rain On a disc. # 713 6 / 20052) Change MEIF I? Franki d not so? d is not such a stench. If I? D are not so stubbo, me? D sleep well during the summer. If I? D is not a curse on Badi? D happy and satisfied. But I will continue my way of amBecause I don? T care! # 712 7/5/053) InertiaWhen I was young Strong and courageous Right was wrong, and? Right was wrong, my heart is open, My spirit rise Ich marschierte weg? And I tried gloryBut old And the world is so Battles won, lost It is time to stop it? I want to go now. # 711 6 / 20054) with the ETSAs soon as it was cremated diedThey I could? T look to their facesOf Rush and kindness, even my hand in theirsOr bend the knees, Or have eyed.I sad to see I hope that you didn? T WAITFOR me on the course, I see you At my CAF? ? and left to improve my soulAlone? Paralyzed is so strong and you must see how laughedHad One thing !...# 710 6 / 20055) Nature Nature Dream Dreams And if you are under the control For people Disposition stinks It expresses Metaphysics? Then neurotic Just as we !...# 708 6/2005The dilemma of the poet: Some poems that announces the end of the human and divine nature of things (what is left, I don? T know), and labels? Mans dilemma. If, in fact, is this really? Poet's dilemma? I? D thinking. Let's see if we can patch the dilemma. It is well understood, the planet is alive, has its own size, divine and cosmic, as doe? The S man poetic explanation for the degradation of nature is human nature?, In such a way that has been said, but man is part of the physical world? As the earth is a part of him, then maybe that's sins (the planet), its magnetic pull on people to do what they do for him? maybe, just maybe, perhaps.Poet / Author Dennis Siluk books may be

S The legacy of a father from earth to heaven

S The legacy of a father from earth to heaven For some time I was a boy   I always liked my dad   He taught me to work and play ball   With the father and the team   Our team won a championship all.   Where have you been? T in a ball game together   We worked together in the workplace   Dad is? Re bien!   She not only won my heart   But you? I have respect for my friends!   What now? I have to wait   To get to heaven to see   But as for me, while I? I am here on earth   I? I will keep within my heart   And for you? I taught   I won? Do not leave.   All the life lessons I leaed from you   I? M also put into practice   Now I understand better   Because sometimes I is regulated   In order to grow   And being the man who wanted   Without doubt this was his expression   Of true love for me   Thanks for this great joy in my   And the preparation for my future   Feed me a tendeess   And the warrior within me that made the mold   Now I can go out with confidence   And, if necessary, to criticize my children.   Her spirit and strength inside me are   So go boldly in victory   For all that you want me to be   To make the world a better place   Until I see your face! Paul Davis is author of Breakthrough for a broken heart a book tells us: "How to overcome disappointments and flowers in your dreams!" It 'a minister, life coach (relational and professional), dating expert, popular worldwide keynote speaker, creative consultant, humor being, adventurer, explorer, mediator, liberator and dream-maker.Paul 's compassion for people and passion for travel has taken him to over 50 countries in the world where he had a tremendous impact. Paul has also brought revival to many in war, poverty and the tsunami-affected regions of the earth. His nonprofit organization Dream-Maker Ministries is building dreams and breaking limitations.Paul 's Breakthrough Seminars inspire, revive, awaken, impregnate with purpose, impart the fire of desire, catapult people into a new level of self-awareness, facilitate the discovery and destiny dream fulfillment. Paul can be contacted at the following address:   RevivingNations@yahoo.com   407-967-7553 or 407-282-1745For more information:  

San Francisco Nearly a Sonnet

San Francisco Nearly a Sonnet (The city with the bay of Northe Califoia, near the Pacific Ocean, is the year 1967) appeared in mid-October as a day of spring, when water through the short, dry, such as lead, The ferry, like vague shadows, the dead, heiated disk, the curvature is Frisco Bay Rounded the Golden Gate? And San Francisco was Before me, that gay city, pink and red, Hippies at Haigh Asbury? The homeless mind? My house that I found stirring and grey.The waves Busted wood-sided; fishermenNearby with the long neck, and looked again cast. Immersed in the emerald green water, we wandered freely, If suddenly the bay currents stirredThe ferry were detained with large seabird , Asbury How? S in the spirit sea.6/4/05 # 708Note by: sonnets are tough little creatures, and even if I started drawing, I found I had to set it aside and create a semi-sonnet, because I did not want to lose tone and spirit of the waters around the bay of San Francisco, and the echoes that came with him. I was there in l967-68 for one year. And many were the ferry for a few dollars. Some, even accidentally, by clicking in and out through the Golden Gate, and so was the best performance of my younger years have become a part of this fascinating city, in an emotional moment for an unmatched since 1920? S, where Hemingway and Fitzgerald, in the streets of Paris, and Scott, has coined the phrase? The Jazz Age? Back in l967, was the hippie Era.I suppose for me, I have the feeling that the formal regularity, to complete a sonnet, but in this poem I do not empty, the unrhymed Iambic pentameter. Therefore, it is what I use. The trip I was on the boat with my mother, who came to visit me in the city of the Gulf, as I prepared for the army, and Vietnam. It 'been a joyful reminder for us two, which lasted until they were in 2003, yes, we talked of extreme days in San Francisco, where he is left alone for a week, for 35 years, what could be asked to Moreover, for a experience.Poet Dennis Siluk Website:

Ode to the King of Africa

Ode to the King of Africa Ode: the king of Africa, the sea air? For Africa? Demeures s? Therefore, calls to Africa friendship Man has traveled up and down, now alone! Land north and south? Sea to the west and east? Against the winds of paradise And valleys where the trees and rain growHere, one said: The son of a man found The Great Zimbabwe? S crownFor tone is holy ground. Immortal stars, here's your face Treasury and trophies are not found.Lo! What mysterious deathDo us our chest? Confirmed by the ancient prophets long Here is the greatness of their spirit, it soulFrom earth, thunder and fire: The king moves in the dew Fixed, new commandments for his people With visions of black gloom.The king? S was the heart serafini music, it must: If he could, the sun rises not to expose the many days of joy deathWith away! ... And declare victory, facing the sea Like Titan, that all men ages: is your king, the king, the king of Africa! .. Author of Note:? Call vote of dust lands on the coast of Africa, the first pillar of their new foundations [want]? their cry for help for the world, prosperity, before the parish, as a glance in the sun. They say: we are all one, they are simply no chance. * 855 9/16/05Dennis books can be found at

Disputes or my fantasy is reality

Disputes or my fantasy is reality Fantasy / or dispute my reality: a collection of poetic writing that comes from the heart. Written by a mother, as her escape from her boring filled day on which the collection is very exciting and makes you contemplate.After I thought I had the opportunity to relax and clear and appreciate my life in this way. As the author, I must admit that when I read this book, I found a new gem in it. I would invite the readers to find a certain satisfaction and losing all their conces about things that they regret in the life of my book.Designed reading the rhythm of your step back and Zing, to all that painful, this anthology is the your day. Through the fascinating ways have inspired and motivated. This heart felt poems about the good, the bad, the happy and sad with a hint of repeal. Of course, for all to understand this literature was expressive for all. If you need encouragement; Order your copy today at line.Diginity: one of the Top 150 in Fantasy Poetry / or dispute my reality: another day dawns DignityAs As you move the triumph of life, While the sun shines Light on our eyes and warmth to our face, We as a people with the courage to stand up Our challenges with honor, not disgrace.For is not what we do, is how we do it! It is not what we say, but as we say! It is not where we are our goal! It is not like us, but how we see ourselves! It is dignity, self-esteem and pride, It makes us lift our heads high, The refusal of delivery, the attack of all side.For more about this book and the author on his Web site at ya Andrews was bo in Belize, the second of six children. She moved to New York City at the age of eighteen. After studying nursing, she worked in the emergency room at Bellevue Hospital. She lives with her husband and seven children in the Houston, Texas. Having always had a heart for children who had injured four sisters. Through his writing it is hoped to be able to hurt a difference by providing children from all over the world a voice to their struggles.

The use of colors in poetry

The use of colors in poetry Remember, the first few days of training, how to select the color Crayola box, the color within the lines? Maybe later, your teacher in class, to encourage the imagination, asked you what color looked like or smelled or tasted like.Poets, even with their colors for their thoughts in a similar way. Most of the time, the colors can be used as symbols or intangible means concepts.Here is a short list of color effects in poetry over the past centuries: green = jealousy, rebirth, money purple = royalty, l 'lighting, fancy pink happinessbrown = = = qualitiesorange earthly curiosity, wisdomgray = depression, defeat, the monotony, boredomgold - happinessred = anger, danger, war, seduction, passion black = mouing and death white = purity, but even death (implicit in the shroud) = blue sadnessAside of its symbolic and impressionistic application of color was added to the poems' visual.   "green waves and wet, but if they die, Rise others larger, and are brown and dry." From Robert Frost's DunesUsing sand colors on the poem goes far back in history. Greek and Roman poets, as poets of other races, colors for their strong links with the emotions. For example, Homer uses the color of bronze to average power, and in Roman poetry, in particular, combinations of gold and purple mentioned royalties, while the red and white and designed to conquer other concepts. Virgil alone more than 500 words colors used in the Aeneid. "I gave (Ulysses) is a bronze sword and a beautiful purple mantle, double lined, with a T-shirt that up to his feet, and I have him on board his ship with all the marks of honor . "The Odyssey - Book XIX" poor and their walls the Trojan troops defend: The town is fill'd with slaughter and o'erfloats, with a red tide, an increase in the trenches. "The Aeneid - Chapter 10Later to Dante uses bright colors to paint his Infeo, the picture in the readers' imagination. "In a bag I had yellow blue sawThat the face and the attitude of the current lion.Proceeding I believe, another of them I saw red as blood, which shows a white goose rather than butter is.And that sow and a blue gravidEmblazoned had his little pouch of white, "By Infeo, Canto XVII of Dante AlighieriShakespeare was also frequently used colors for color and the word itself, by other names most dramatic paint word pictures. "ANDREWAy Sir, 'tis strong, and is irrelevant in   Flame-colored stock. We must have some Revels? "   From Twelfth Night - Act 1, Scene III, William ShakespeareDuring past centuries, the use of colors and the poetry is subjective, even if the colors were also with their real identity. "Up rose the merry Sphinx, and is no longer employed in the stone, merging into purple cloud, a silver moon, which spired into a yellow flame, with flowers red flowers, from Ralph Waldo Emerson," The Sphinx " ; With the snow-white veil and garments as flames, in front of you, for so long agofilled your young heart with passion and pain. 'From the Divine Comedy by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow "In the circle of life Do not enter plodding moments of a blue tone," From Winter Memories of Henry David Thoreau "In winter in my room, I came to a wormPink, Lanka and hot . "From Emily Dickinson's" In winter, in my room, "So the next time you sit at your desk with the pen or in front of the computer to write poetry, think about the use of colors. Maybe you can create a new dimension to their usage.Joy Cagil is an author   This is a site for Poetry. Their training in foreign languages and linguistics. E 'una poesia enthusiast.Article Source:

The man of the seed of a poem on Man s Nature

The man of the seed of a poem on Man s Nature Man SeedThe penis   Peapod launches in the sun   Freed from scratch with the tree go.His environment is the current offer, without a plan,   Roads to pack a tie,   The link, it increases with men to achieve?   Body needs,   CravingsInnocent body like a baby? S cry.   Beastlike is twirls, reflects   Dedicated to his likeness, but no thanks substance?   Taste, white!   In his burial Caveh   And his mound, which   He died in finished carcasses. # 1315 4 / 2006 This contemporary poetry breath I wrote this moing for the life of my husband, the only poetry, and the attempt, I think of a poem by him, a dramatic sand between the man and his body, that is extraordinary. T I know everyone who tried to seize the mans essence, nature and its essential nature: man himself, and is separated from him in the process. As I have said many times? The man of confidence, if you wish, but not its nature. And after reading his poetry, I asked myself: what is its nature? I rarely make comments, why do not you know the true meaning of his poems, though (I'm leaing), but seems to me, where I say something, why not, I am sure, I think that will start by vultures, when every man must examine his inner life, his place next to the psyche of his character may be a better saving. Rosa Peñaloza SilukSee Dennis' Website

What is Say No

What is Say No When I hear your voice in my head, makes me think of you every day fighting back tears of sadness and wonder if they are okayMy life is empty without you, I want to take time away from the pain, but pain persists in my heart and my hopes seem easy to achieve as vain I misunderstood, and now I know that it is too late to tell you how sorry I hate you and do not deserve a second chance to show how much I care when you most need me I know not could be thereNow your trust in me is gone forever and I never had the opportunity to say that I really 'your dreams of hope and happiness that is all dayI give almost anything in life if I could go to that day and erase everything I said and to get your pain is more sore awayWhat is not what they say and the absence of these words I find every day ... Resource Box -? Danielle Hollister (2004) is the editor for BellaOnline Quotations Zine - A free newsletter for fans with prices more than 10,000 bids in dozens of categories - love, friendship, children, inspiration, success, wisdom , family, life, and much more. Read online --

The last trumpet is a prophetic poem in Spanish and English

The last trumpet is a prophetic poem in Spanish and English Part OneIn winter? S fog appeared the Christ,   And the crown of thos and light mat.   For several months, as work, I cried,   How came as visions tides.By Providence movement biblical rhyme   They came one after another, the future bright time.His hand, I saw his palm,   Each print, which is now!   Lights up the room, filled the entire space,   Filled my body, my face lit up? Death is the interplay with light,   Future pain had died as night.The was not a hedge around me now?   A spinning wheel with the ceramic,   God has taken a step back, I cried, O Lord?   It was this procedure and salvation? Door? O Mother Shipton in a long time ago,   Witches, prophet, his words come true.Part TwoA jackal in a horse,   Famine could get its name? Of course!   A double-edged sword, it was big and bright,   Three times I saw his brilliant light.Could this Eden is not the house?   Heil, verdict, swords of war? A mask, the screams of a wild card? S Death   It is a taste of Shakespeare's "Hamlet"   An unclean spirit seeks its Brim   You can see gthe wound on the head? Joker, Joker, or the mask of death,   Stained copper is at your head.In my fear and tears trying to   The Lord spoke softly in my ears,   ? Like David, since you are my heart?   And I cried in the excuse-Ah, me! And I heard a statement from Ste:   ? What do not they? Yes, it? S true.Oh angel, angels, as I try it?   Just like Paul, and still alive,   And to my land, human ears   An angel spoke with tears soft? St. Paul was a man like you;   And you have your limits. I? VE heard? N. tears in heaven   And thinking about what my friends in hell?   Then, in a mist of holy dew,   I was awe stricken regions? Hours Alive.I knew that the miracle is to   A touch of God? S eteity.Visions come and yes, visions go   But crying seems to be my goal,   I call, O Lord, give me peace?   Twice in his grace.And as a blank again   As mentioned in the Book of Revelation: One side is black, the other white;   Day and night light unbalanced.   An ancient battle is now   Swords and fighting everywhere.A black soldier covers instead my dream?   I have not see the suffering? Judea, Judea, is not she?   The Battle of A.D. 70, I;   The new mask, process waings   The prince of darkness: the sight.A copper bullet, rocket speed,   Faith, faith is? S line for me? And young men shall see visions?   Cried the Prophet long ago:   Daniel, St. John, David Wilkerson?   Not testify? Ruin awaits word on sleep:   Prophets of yesteryear ripe.Panic I see, and the buildings fall.   And 'my face, I witness now?   In addition to a stone wall, I layer and rest:   Pre-test, earthquake: The time is short.Trumpets, trumpets, where are you now?   The time is the solution for all?. As molten metal in the shell   It spilled on the ground as gold stripes;   If a husky and high frame:   Babylon, Daniel? S beast, fingers? Oh, but it is falling fast now?   Hollywood cracked, Sodom? S fall! Skulls, spirits, ships at sea;   Push demon standing, watching:   The Capitol, the Cathedral, a?   Seattle, San Francisco, Why? Points of reference: Florida entrenched war or play?   White Kaps, death forms, Saint by.Powerful go, not female   The Savior knelt in Garden Grove,   His piercing eyes in thought.I knew he was Christ, confirmed   And the spirit in me was Him.Taished cooked skin from the sun   He has a beard, taking admirable? Fine wool;   His hair is not long, as shown paintings   But the light-dark brown, like the profile Psalms.Unclean spirits circled the air;   N. distractions, still, he was Prayer.Avoid in this vision, if you can!   Christ on the cross-boned fish such as:   Ugly as sin, my body? S shocked   My mind is button, vomiting?. Now I know that the price paid;   No man has ever seen way.Odd-looking space crafts, workshops, all fear;   Machines unknown to me,   Demon fall from space?   Our atmosphere defaced.And the prophets prophesied:   ? There are strange things? In the sky. A pale arm terribly thin? Traps;   ? Tis called the plague, the mortal sin:   The fourth horse of apocalypse,   And the Lord said:? Penance, penance. And the world of taste rhyme gross =   Ah, this is a false prophet? S time.Then I saw as a high priest, the nature,   With a dress of precious stones,   Viola, prayer, with tones of mockery;   Which church? Nimrod! Satan? And the prince? The wheat will grow together and tar?   Shouts of enthusiasm and the sky? S Quest?. Then I saw an eagle, a dragon?   The injured eagle in the sky!   Dragon with a smile, abnormal?   Teeth like sharks, moping along by.Oh! The darkness is Befall the earth,   The abyss is 12:03 p.m., the curse. Visions visions come and go,   The spiritual world is real;   News scrum time   Hell's Abyss alive! Symbolic nature of Revelation,   But are the future Tribulation. Run to the hills and the caves?   Grida Bu and friend;   For death has its sting, to see   The last days are nearing.Reality with life? S Visions   There are witnesses Globalism.Was or hell? Lake of fire?   Prophecy, reality? Tis true.   Since I saw this vision, I was not? T say?   It 'been stored, consumed, and froze.O but a joke, mockery, or jest   Is it far from this research! Oh, but the age in which we live,   In truth, at this time is different, we feel;   Polarization of all things,   Not neutral? T exist? Time, relativity, the current;   Satan is soon to be at war Heaven.The universe as a collection of cells,   Cascading as the gates of hell.   And so the science of physics   Whispers of thermodynamics? God? S breathe spiritual life?   As the cell dies and grants. I have seen, such as Egypt, Russia, USA,   In various forms and levels of preparation!   Ezekiel and the crying of Scripture:   ? Fire rain on the coast. Israel, Jerusalem? Them!   Two wars: China and the Far North.Two see planets close   A as our Moon, Mars, like the others?   A third subject of a comet-acceleration   Through its channel, is it? S leaving.Another object, good cut,   In the direction of the earth? S atmosphere.Disaster riding the red horse:   Three times I saw the death of Washington?   Property, homes attacked   Jets, parachutists, flames! It is situated on the coast of Master Frog,   A satanic spirit, in New York? S god.A roaring jet around the world,   An injured eagle, falls slowly,   A dragon standing, teeth like sharks   Great Babylon? S dark.The in the seeds of what is so safe?   Daniel looked at him too? The lamb beast.Call now, but the answer is yes?   Control Room, people, and the clouds, fog, smoke   Acceleration missile (dust storm);   Throw loose soil as hay.Two crowns, wooden bowls, long table,   A change in the nature? God? S anger.The end of the snake? Coda S: Did you?   A scorpion-like enlargement,   Flashes of faces that I see a devil,   A giant is impregnated: Neptune? Prophecy: an animal from the sea;   And out of the abyss, tails sting.A showing his mighty mountain face   A pyramid, marine, fire, shame!   Egypt rises like the Nile?   In a political world as a child.Judgment unlined shells, with scales of balance?   One for the people, and Satan's Child? I see a Hawk? Palestine?   Its iris is inexorable, dark-design?   A bird of prey, I said;   ? Looking to the south? cries the prophet Job.Nations the booty, where is your light?   Israel, were the faces that seem to die plight.Angry   Four faces that cry of agony,   A wound on her head shaved   In four sections, the center spot? Beats Dread.Hoof mockery of the Apocalypse,   Gabriel is adjacent to the ho.In a vision for a moment   There Saturday? Oh, and anaesthetise benches,   Regardless, in a church Faithless,   People sleep in a trance.So is the end of the day   Apostasy? The Christian way. Where is the club of anger?   Screams the words of Isaiah:   Their goal is to destroy?   Who can move nations, like toys? And the prophet cries of the past:   People to leave his cast.Then and I have a deep story,   To give two views of a friend;   The Jews were behind the glass doors?   Collective bargaining, is preparing a black book.And the prophet said long ago,   ? And 'now, my people, we are going? And in the jungle, a puzzle?   Ten pieces, animals, various sizes;   The mystery was all together,   Apart from a piece called beast.The all the characters are alive   ? Set the time in case order? Isaiah cries! ◊ I saw her go to bed?   Gezabele, Gezabele, I fear;   Dabble is not with her, but noted:   The darkness, the last trumpet history.Tears him an ear to listen,   One child in prayer, and soldiers gear.Am I live in a womb? Dead?   In the sky by an angel of the breast?   Smoke, fog, smoke, smoke a lot, I see:   Jerusalem? S me.you watch? New lighting? The White Knight   Untouchable in this dark night.Egypt, Paris, fields of wheat;   Machinery space collapse;   Life or death, an egg in his hand:   Hunger, war, plans global?. The shell is the ruling junta?   Rage and inside.Florida wounds are you? Once again, dark and dusty?   China, you? Back in the News:   People reading the documents (a world-event)   Poland? S red carpet, Java, Eclipse etc.Interplanetary-Woe!   The blood of Armageddon.Part ThreeAnd now today verse of rhyme,   The Middle East is no time to lose;   Faith in the Lord? His prophecies.   Deliberately.And not shy away from Hawk and the ships on the sea,   The thunder of war! Behold! Today I see the Christ,   Aging with a beard, who was not? T right.   If I had not been waed years ago?   I am not for that? S old.Then I saw a hawk, descending   Claws, wings, extension, providing, and yes, I asked for a prophecy   A sign that everyone knows, I think;   The shroud, the shroud: I see three times   The Shroud of Turin a pain mystery.Birth of the Apocalypse, I see   A stunned Adler (USA)   A woman, standing by a desert? Why!   Eight angels, Israel? By.Visions had visions come and go, is blessed;   Revelation says so ... IN SPANISH   Translated by Nancy PenalozaLa? Poema Ltima TrompetaUn Prof? TicoParte unoEn aparece la Neblina winter? Christ,   By Spine and Crown, y luz opaca.   For many months, como yo clam work?   Mientras las visiones VEN? In Como mareas.Por Providenciales Orden b? Blico   Ellas vendre? N, one by one, en el futuro.Su hand was brilliant, yo vi sus palmas,   ? Cada Huella ahora estaba visible! Esto ilumina el cuarto, Lleno todo el espacio,   Lleno mi cuerpo, ilumina? rostro.La mi muerte fue ganada penetrates? with fire,   Future Sufrimientos muertos la ventaja noche.No as Hubo alrededor m? Or now?   Una de hilado back with Alfaro? A,   ? Back? Dios? Yo grain? If OH? Or?.   ? Estos fueron los steps y la puerta de la save us? N? Part dosEl chacal se converti? de Caballo,   ? Podr to be the hambruna su nombre? ? Por supuesto!   Una doble con Filo permanece ESPADA? high and brilliant   Tres veces yo you do bright light. N. Podr be one? Sta la Puerta del Ed? N?   ? Save? N, sentencia, Espadas war? Llora a Mascara that the death of payaso   From a Sabor de Hamlet by Shakespeare,   An esp? Ritu impure running on TOPE   ? Observan ellos la herida sobre la cabeza? Payaso, payaso, the mascara de la muerte,   El Cobre deslucido sobre esta tu mi angustia cabeza.En yl? Grimas desapercibidas,   El self? Or Habla? A Suavemente or MIS? dos,   ? David Como, después tu estas? S de mi coraz? N?   Y yo de grana pretense? N-? Ah, yo! Y yo o? Severa una palabra:   ? No, es esto? Yes, it is verdad.OH? Ngel? Ngel as trato ...   Ser de Pablo, y todavia? A live,   Y para mis terrenales, or? Dos human rights   A? Ngel hablo con l? Grimas enteecedoras? San Pablo was Humano, just like you;   Y son tus limitaciones tuyas?. Yo he or? Tun, ningunas l? Grimas en el cielo,   Y ballpoint pen? Qu? de mis amigos en el Infieo?   Luego, entre una de Niebla ROCI? Sagrado   Yo llegue? a sobrecogerme afligido? vivo.Ahora yo sé, de ser de las Maravillas   A touch de la eteidad y en Dios.Visiones is yes, visiones van   Aun parece ser el llanto mi meta   Yo clam? OH itself? Or Dame Paz?   Dos veces yo ready? dentro de su graciaY as Vaci? esto empieza otra vez   Como en el libro de las revelaciones: A el otro lado is blanco y negro;   La noche y el d desequilibraron a la Luz.   Una antigua Batalla aparece ahora   Espadas y soldados que por todas Luchana partes.La Mano Negra cubre mis cause? Os ...? N. ver? yo el sufrimiento? Judea, Judea, no eres tu?   La Batalla del 70 antes de Cristo, Yo I decide;   La Mascara nuevamente, dispositivo de alarma   El pr? Ncipe de la Oscuridad: vista.Una Fuera de la bala de Cobre, a speed of a Cohete,   ? Trust, confidence, esto esta lead? Ndose a mi? Y Los j? Venesia Ver? N visiones las?   Clamaron hare tiempo de los profetas:   Daniel, San Juan, David Wilkerson ..   N. los han presenciado tambi? N? Las Ruinas dormida esperan una palabra:   Profetas the antigen? Age, El Tiempo oportuno.P it? Nico veo, y edificaciones desmoronadas.   ? Si éste mi Rostro atestiguo yo ahora?   Al lado de una y de Piedra I desplaza Descanso comparison:   Before juicio, terremotos: El Tiempo corto.Trompetas that trompetas,? Donde est? N UDS. Ahora?   El Tiempo concluye esta para todos? Como en un metal derretido taz? N   Y vertido de la Tierra de Oro, as the plague, Ronco and a high Permanece esqueleto:   Babilonia, La Bestia de Daniel, La alerta? OH, but t? Caer? s, r? pidamente hour --   Hollywood agrietado, the ca? Since de Sodoma! Esqueletos, ESP? Rite, barcos del Mar;   Grupo de Demonios permanecen, esperando:   El Capitolio, La Catedral,? One?   ? Seattle, San Francisco,? Porque? Reconocidos places: Florida atrincherada? War or game?   Capas blancas, sombras de muerte, pasando de santos largo.Mirada poderosa not femenina   Arrodillado El Salvador en el Jard? N of the olive tree,   Sus ojos de penetrating reflection? N. Yo se que el fue el Cristo, confirmed,   Y el esp? Ritu fue por mi en impulsado? L. Piel deslucida Quemada por el sol   El est? with beard, admirable mantenido buena-wool;   So not Cabello largo, lo muestran as Las Pinturas,   Marr? Pero ligeramente N obscure as the profile de los salmos.Esp? Rite impuros circular por el aire;   Distracci sin? n, Signatures, esta en el Orac? n.Evita this visit? n si tu puedes!   Cristo de la Cruz as pescado deshuesada:   Horrible Como el Pecado, conmocionado esta mi cuerpo,   I mind this empujando vomiting?. Ahora si el precio que yo el p?   Ning? N hombre alguna vez ha sido visto en esta manera.Extra? O-ships espacial parece Laboratorios all espeluznante;   Maquinaria desconocida para m?,   Demonios ask? Dos, cayendo del Espacio --   Nuestra atm? Sphere terrenal desfigurada.Y el Profeta profetizo:   ? Habré? N enters cosas? How? en el cielo? Un Brazo p? Lido-espantosa delgado? cayendo;   ? Esto llamado is pestilencia, Pecado mortal:   El Caballo del cuarto Apocalipsis,   Y el itself? Or hablo? Arrepi? Ntanse, arrepi? Ntanse. Y el mundo probara inculte Rima   Ah, ese es el tiempo del falso profeta.Luego vi yo, a high priest, as can be llamarse?,   With a Toga de Piedras preciosas,   P? Rpura, piadoso orando-con tonos lastimeros:   ? Iglesia que? ? Nimrod pr? Ncipe Saturday? N? El y el Trigo alquitr? N Crece? N juntos?,   Llora la b? Squeda del Cielo y el? Xtasis? Luego yo there one? Guila a draw? N --   El? Guila herida? Cayendo desde el cielo!   El drag? N. With an abnormally mueca --   Como Tibur served? N, abatido, pasando search? OH! La Oscuridad acontecer? la tierra,   Precipicio esta el open 12:03 p.m., the maldici? n.Visiones visiones van y viene,   El Mundo Espiritual SER Llegando real;   Events Weather revelaci sin? N,   ? El precipicio del Infieo esta vivo!   Signos SIMBA? Extracts revelaci? N,   Pero son revelaciones future. Runs towards the Mount? As y las guaridas?,   Gritan y las escrituras Freund;   Para la Muerte Habré? So aguij? s para ver   Los? Ltimos d? How is he? N acercando.Realidad with visiones de vida   Est? N la presencia globalizácia? N. Fue el este o el Infieo? Lago del Fuego?   The profecía? A La Realidad? E 'esto cierto?   Cuando yo vi esta visitors? N, Yo no fui dicho --   El fue preservado, y consumido congelado. OH but a Chiste, Burla menosprecio o!   ? Es una de esta gran difference b? Squeda! OH, but this? Poca de la cual vivimos,   Verdaderamente this time is different, sentimos;   A polarizaci? N de todas las cosas,   The no-neutralidade El Tiempo, La relatividad, the present;   Satan? S emprender Ready? la guerra en el Universo cielo.El as un cuerpo de C? Lula,   Cayendo como en las puertas del Infieo cascada.   Y entonces la ciencia de f? SICA   Susurros de thermodynamic? Mica. Respiratory Espiritual God from the life ...   Como la C? Lula, who Hunde muere y?. VI in Egypt, Russia, USA,   En diferentes formas y Representaciones? Preparation? Ndose!   Ezequiel Y grito desde las escrituras;   ? Caer lluvias en fuego? N de Las Costas?. Israel, Jerusalem? N-? T?   Dos Guerras: China and the pole of a planet search Norte.Dos del otro yo vi,   One as our moon as y el otro? Mars?   A third subject of a Comet? a exceso de velocidadDirecto on a canal, est? alej? ndose.Otro object Suavemente Tallada,   Moves towards the atm? Ball de la tierra.El désastre cabalgando El Caballo Rojo:   Tres veces yo vi la muerte de Washington   Edificaciones, siendo atacadas casas,   Reactors, paracaidistas! Nidia! All? on the coast if sienta Magistrale La Rana,   An esp? Ritu Saturday? Nico, el Dios de Nueva York.Un engine rugiente alrededor del Globo,   A? Guila herida, cayendo slowly   A draw? N posicionado served as tiburon   La de la Gran Babilonia oscuridad.Las Semillas de lo que ser? No doubt   Daniel lo vio tambi? N-de-la Bestia cordero.Llama now, pero? Here? N te responder?   Control room, gente, y Nubes, Humo   Misiles speed? Simos (POLVO, remolino)   Lanzando la tierra como heno suelto; Dos Coronas, tazas en madera, mesa larga,   Un trastoo, semejante a - anger Dios.El de la final de la cola de una serpiente? Tibur? N?   A escorpi? N-proposal as a   Destellos caras de los veo yo, a devil,   A huge ERA, empapado:? Neptuno? Profecía? A: A Beast of the Sea;   Y de los precipicios, which mounts a cola pican.Una muestra su cara impresionante   A pir? Mide, barco, fuego? Verge? Enza!   ? Est? Egypt creciendo como el Nile?   In a political world? Tico as a ni? O desnutrido. El juicio a los bolos game with the Balance de la balanza   Uno por hombre, y el ni? Or Satan? S? Yo vi a HALCO? N?. From Palestine?   So, Iris is an implacable designio Negro --   Un ave de RAPI? To me dicen;   ? mira hacia el sur ", el Profeta Clama work. De Naciones RAPI? a, donde esta tu luz?   O, Israel, situací you? N, which grave.Rostros enfadados parecer Morir,   Cuatro rostros atormentados ellos lloran,   A herida a cabeza. Afeitada,   Seccionada de cuatro, in the middle of a poquito el sobrecogido.El helmet golpeó Apocalipsis desprecio,   Gabriel, paradoxically, esta cerca de cueo.En about a moment of vision? N   All? sentados ellos? ah, Iglesia de Bancos de amortiguados,   Indiferente in a desleal Iglesia,   La Gente durmiendo como en esta de trance.Entonces a member? Los d? As a final   La-deslealtad cristianos los Caminos. En manos de quien esta el club de la ira?   Clama Isa de la palabra? When:   ? From here? N es destruir on goal?   ? Como Quien puede Cambiar Naciones juguetes? Y Los profetas clamaron desde el pasado:   Y son las Naciones su salida elecci? N. preguntó Entonces yo? with deep desconcierto   Conceder dos visiones a friend;   Los jud? Os eran mantenidos DETR? S de unas puertas de Vidrio.   Negocio, PREPARANDO: a book negro.Y Prophet clam el por mucho tiempo,   ? Este es el tiempo, leaves ir a mi gente! Y en la selva, un-Rompecabezas   Diez piezas, animales, en diferentes Tama? Os;   Poner el Enigma was all together,   Excepto por una llamada la pieza de las piezas bestia.Todas transformadas Vivas   ? Pon our house in order?, Clam Isa? How!   # 9674; Yo do you form dentro de una cama --   Jezabel, Jezabel, yo I fear;   Interested? Not with his Ndome system, if not with his atenció? N:   Oscuridad, la? Ltima Trompeta, historia.Lagrimas, d? Jale o? R o quien Please? Dos,   A nu? O de Orac? N, y Soldados en marcha. Estoy vivo, in a? Tero? Muerto?   ? En el cielo por unos amamantado? Ngel   Humo, Humo, veo bastante Humo:   Jerusalem? N esta me? Iluminado Ndome.Tu estas? El caballero blanco   Intocable en esta noche oscura.Egipto, Paris, de Campos Trigo;   Nave espacial, Maquinaria cayendo;   Vida o muerte, a huevos in one hand:   Hambre, War, aircraft GLOBAL? Los bolos de sentencia han Llegado --   Ira plagas y est? N dentro.Florida, polvorienta y tu estas? Dark ...?   China, t? estas en las noticias ...:   People leyendo el peri? I say (a global event)   El rojo de Polonia tapiz, Java, etc.? Accident de semidarkness interplanetary!   The Sangre de ahora en Armagedon.Parte tresY Rima towards a real   El pierde weather Middle East;   Crean en el itself? Or? SUS profecía? Like.   Lot rechace deliberadamente.Y desde el HALCO? NY los barcos del Mar,   ? Truenos de los Aliste this war? Ndose? Contemplate! Esta noche yo veo to Christ,   With a beard envejecida que no estaba correcta.   ? No lo hab a advertido a hare? OS?   N. pises la tierra que esta un vieja.Luego HALCO there? N, descend,   Garras unfortunately extend? Ndose, Aliste? Ndose, Y si, le pregunte for profecía? A,   A self? To which all Podr? Amos conocer, yo creo;   El Sudario the Sudario: tres veces yo vi,   Sudario El Tur? N ow misterio.Nacimiento de Dolores del Apocalipsis, Yo veo,   A? Guila aturdida (los Estados Unidos)   Una mujer, parada en el Desierto? ? Porque?   ? ngel Octavo, Israel? d? Jala is ir.Visiones visiones y van, bendecido Ser;   Revelaciones statements like eso? # 1632, # 1632, # 1632; See Dennis' web site: