Saturday, April 24, 2010
Romantic poetry is not
Romantic poetry is not Not bad poetry.I AKA love love your beautiful fingers My love, because through immersion Your silk, the sun of your love hair.I blue Eyes, I gotta tell ya They? Re pair.Your a liquid lips Lava and their I always wanted to leave stare.Just You know that you, I? Ll care.Unless always the plan is for you and your beloved to be the only light on the planet to read your love, poetry, you must avoid some common problems that occur in romantic poetry.1) as a clown in a small car - Cram bursts.Don as you try to dismiss any sense that he ever had in one piece. Find a metaphor or a single item and give it life. The reader feels the moment, not a lifetime.2) cliché? S - deeper than any ocean ... Avoid clichés? S. Find a way to tell the depth of your love is.3) MetaphorsYou With the Wind "? Re the hot cream on my Sundae? The strings on my angels are harp.Unless giggles, which is not necessarily a bad thing, or words to country music (sorry, Dad), see the number and stick to a few metaphors. Poetry shorter, less metaphors.Feel free to perform a single metaphor, in a long metaphor (poetry thread), but avoid things like the example above.4) RhymeYour forced liquid lips Lava and their I always wanted to leave stare.Just You know that you, I? Ll care.Forced always rhyme? Best, um, worse. It is better not to have a system that rhymes of strength and a hammer in your poem as a puzzle lost piece.Rhyme should sound natural, almost as if it were? L '. Do not try to tu words around them in a rhyme scheme. Moreover, I find the slant rhymes (May / hands) works better than perfect rhyme (possible / piano) .5) Finally, what I said? I love you? I love your lovely fingers, My love, because through immersion Your silk hair.Ack sun! Enough. One way out of this habit is to try to write poems of love, without using the word of love for everyone. It goes back to? View don t say? State of literature, which can be applied to all forms of writing. 2006 Holly Bliss. All rights reserved. This document may be freely redistributed in its unmodified form, and all copyrights, provided that the references are kept intact, with hyperlinks URLs.About Author: Use writing as paint on canvas of his life, Holly Bliss is an eclectic writer, newsletter editor and an author who is a site for Creative Writers.
Friday, April 23, 2010
History of the Brick Maker of San Jeronimo Peru in English and Spanish
History of the Brick Maker of San Jeronimo Peru in English and Spanish History of the Brick Maker, San Jer? Nimo, Peru [A Cup of Sorrow]? 1.For the Andes, in theMantaro Valley region of Peru, Isolated, lonely, silent, the little village of San Jer? Nimo. Near the village, here lay the fertile valleywith bent grass, and huge The mountains to the north, and towards the sea? S coastal old has his hands like a farmer? Swas, based on work and ceaseless; He rocks from the mountain? S tone, they cooked in the vicinity of firewood, and found Serenity by radiation alone, as night sankeach lived so twilight.And Director Augusto hishousehold po 'outside the village, It is not a rich man, a manufacturer of bricks, withgoodly hectares of land, was a Husband and eighty four winters, resting.Happy and was healthy, an ox, the manwith leathered skin and dark eyes; But how easy is shinned.Thus, at peace with God and man and, of course, the old brick manufacturers. 2I Saturday back in the Plaza de Arms, of Lima, Perulistened about the history of this old, And his wife long ago? A story never beforetold? These days have been lost and desolate Night after night, when the city wasasleep, trying to become a life, But it seemed like the sun was always darkin these days, with nothing in his pocket But a branch of a branch of a tree.He hadn? T eaten for a few days, so that the Oldman said?, He was still very young; Walking through the streets, the quiet, resilient, and the legs are down, As if you Broken Wings. N. jobs in the city, now in Trails End? He needed a friend? So Saturday downon some crossings empty febrile silent.Moistening his lips, looking forward to seeing --- (eyes half dead) A girl? Face him.All of view was, now is the hope that Power has now been restless, a vision disappeared, a yeaing unsatisfactory. Mr President, I can help? Why are you so sad? Said the little ten years. A dull pain deep, Augusto achieved? S lips, not knowing what to say; It still has a role? Eh? replied.She said once more, the bewildered Man? Ssir, why are you so sad? Hundreds of meters from where it went shestood he Sabbath? Miss, can I? T is the rent? Embarrassing, has expressed deep, he looked back down.Within one now? S time the child War, full of life, and with a check? Pay the rent one month in advance? 3But This is where the story does not end, my friend, it was only the beginning. As the old in the park, Saturday back allWondered us, and asked: Whatever happens, the little girl? (All most of us now enchants with its history); But he laughed alone?. I said what my Lord is so much fun? He answered, I retued, six years later, and married her. And you can see the twinkle in the eye, has long been forshe dead, and he loses her. And that's what she said?. # 757 7/10/05Spanish VersionTranslated by: Nancy Penaloza By: Rosa PenalozaUn del cuento LadrilleroDe San Jer? Nimo de Tun? N1En las Monta? How Andinas, dentro de la REGI? N Del Valle del Mantaro de Pro? " Closed, aislado, quiet, est? el peque? or Pueblo de San Jer? Nimo. Search for the pueblo, aqu? El Valle descansa f? rtil With franjas verdes, y enorme Monta? How estirar? Ndose desplaza? Ndose hacia el norte, Encabezando y hacia la Costa del OC? ano.El anciano ten hands como el de un Agricultores Fue en el trabajo enaltecido and incesante; El ladrillos with Arcille hizo en la Monta? A, CoCl? With a near Ndolos a hoo, y Encontre? The serenidad de los rayos del sol, how? as if these dogs? a Cada noche dentro del CREP? Sculo.Y how?, Augusto Loud?, Going Casa algo aparte de su pueblo, N. un hombre rico, a ladrillero with Preciosos ha de tierra;? L was now a EN 84 invieos Hombre, descansando.Feliz y saludable? L era as a time Buey El Hombre Curtido Con la piel y ojos oscuros; Todavia a cu? N delicadamente brillaban ellos. How? De paz con Dios y el hombre Y el mismo, el viejo ladrillero.2Me sent? de nuevo en la Plaza de Armas, en Lima, Per? Escuchar el viejo cuento de este hombre, Y Su Novia de hare mucho ... A story never before Contado? fueron estos d? as desesperados y desolados Tras Noche noche, cuando la ciudad estaba Dormida? L ganarse trataba de la vida, Pero parece si estuviera as a siempre el sol oscuro En aquellos d? As with cero en sus bolsillos Pero con una ramita en la rama del? Rbol.El not have a comido durante unos d? How, eso el Anciano dijo ...? l entonces era bastante joven; Peregrina por las Calles, de forma tranquilla El? Sticas y ca? The eran sus pieas, Como si fueran Rotas unfortunately. Sin trabajo De la ciudad, ahora de Caminos final? El necesitaba a friend? Por eso? L to himself? on some gradas febrile, silencio.Humedeciendo sus labios, mirando arriba, el Vio (Ojos average muertos) Carita de Una ni me? Ndola Hab todo a acabado now hope that the Podr a haber sido; inquieta hours, a visit? n esfumada; Satisfactorio deseo un poco? Where? o puedo ayudarle? ? Por qu? They are tan triste? Dijo la peque? a 10? os de age. A deep pain embotado, alcanzó Augusto de los labios, N. sabiendo que decir; ? Y eso de cualquier manera importaba? ? Eh? ? l respondi? Ella dijo una vez mas, para el del desconcierto Hombre? ESDP? Or is it? tan triste? Hundreds of cakes for andaban ah?, Where she Estuvo de pie? l dijo sentado? if? Orit, No puedo Pagar la Renta? Avergonzada, con voz muy profunda,? L Miro hacia abajo. Dentro de un time aproximado de una hora, la peque? Ni? A Estuvo de regreso, Llena de vida, y con un control ... Paying one month adelantado la Renta ...! Esto no es 3For where the story ends, my friend, Esto fue realmente el Comienzo justo. Mientras el hombre viejo en el parque, sentado, all Maravillados y preguntando: ? Que le hab a pasado a la peque? Ni? A? (All of us now with his cuento encantados); Pero? L sonrie soloist? ... Dije yo, ? Qu? Tan gracioso se it? o? El-competition?:? Regra?, Siusi Ein? Os después? S CAS y me? con ella. Y tu pod? How centelleo el ver en sus ojos, porque Ella ya hab an Muerto, y? L the extra? Aba. Y eso fue todo lo que dijo ... Dennis Siluk, poet and author, website, will be in Peru for the presentation of his book, "The Magic of the Andes", in October, lives in Peru and in Minnesota
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
As the river and the goats on the Poetry of War and War Notes
As the river and the goats on the Poetry of War and War Notes 1) Goats WarWe are all of us, dirty Nobody innocent All the same? War Rolled over us like a train High art? Blood, boots, pumps And heavy metals: A raw lifestyle Not seem to have Fed up? Emphasis brave? Come home Bitterly saved? Trying to understand What was the purpose With sad eyes; And then they bite His lips, ready To fight? Who can ever understand? The intestine of a man! # 861 9/20/05Note with the author: I fought in Vietnam, and how many soldiers believed in what was to fight, or is supposed to combat. I went because of the adventure too. There are options, as well as go to war for the soldier to send them one. It 'sad, in a sense, we are therefore Cree couple more on what we are doing that you have sent. I hope we can send our boys back home from Iraq. I do not know if it's all worth it or not, are just an old sergeant conducted now. But it seems to me, courage is still in our teens, like me (who are the most courageous of all the soldiers around the world), but by sending people have lost the vision in hindsight (after the fact of perception), and this is a curse shame.2) FlowsLife As the river is like a river E 'flows and flows, Not to retu? The same drop of water For the same place, etc? As the drop of water I have to say? And ? off! Off this platform? Let life flow, the flow? Oo? As the river? A Who knows where?. According to the plan! There are only? A part of the mainstream? And you need to go! # 456 [1/19/05/reviesed 11/2005] Inspired after meeting the poet, Donald Hall of his wife was dead, he wept and expensive, and in memory of his mother's, Elsie T. Siluk, because he had offended too expensive at the time, seems to have a connection when he wrote this poem, for Dennis' mother? s way of thinking, as the poem says that living. RosaSee Dennis' web site: You can also order books directly from / to: o
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I'm sorry Mom A Mother s Day Poem
I'm sorry Mom A Mother s Day Poem Mother's Day Poetry, I'm Sorry Mom! I feel sorry for the problems and conces that I have. I am sorry for my mistake, does not mean that you are blue. When I was young and growing up, living at home for so long, I made many people sad, I have many things wrong. So I thought that you could make now, and will be out with my own, I finally had straight, I wanted to show that you have finally grown mature. But I have not done to well to think that I go to show You never really settled everything, you never know. I want that now, I have to take the time to say thanks for the adoption of good and evil, I hope you have a wonderful Mother's Day! Laurie Meade Copyright 1989-2005 All rights reserved PLEASE READ: About the use of this poem. You have permission to use this poem on a card, a letter or an e-mail to your mother. Please leave the link to my site at the bottom so that the recipient can take a look at my site. You can also use your layout in a guest book for personal use but not for commercial purposes. If you are using, I e-mail with your comments! You can do it on a website, but please mail me and let me know where you publish!
Monday, April 19, 2010
We watered Desert 11
We watered Desert 11 We have a problem We all have a noble cause We had a dream, all have long dreamed of a hope we dreamhow Raze Since our homes? How long will it look destroy crops and pollute our rivers? who refused to us, all that nature has given freely uninhabitable and has created the environment that surrounds us Nor will we drink of the river? laboriously planted and harvested our crops our water is poisoned and the areas covered by oil spillagesthey said, we have the flow of oil It gave us hope that the support hope that we have filled in a country We gave the fields, our cultures and clear the way for oil rigs Supported the expectation of us? Now, we are tired Our hands are empty is our dreams are drowned, and the noble cause against us foiled how long can we wait for the new future? when, before the dividends are lots? bitterly, we reported but what has never been a rain of bullets? to stifle our call for justice in flames we asked for dialogue, made the sign of attention but our situation has remained the same in our sweat, we have been working platforms in our oil fields, we gave them the gold .. We gave them as gold washed their deserts they built castles, and the height of our dreams leaving behind us a notice to squalorswe have a question, We were all noble causes We had a dream, but our dreams are now different Nigerian artist and poet
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Two poems on the traditions of English and Spanish in Peru
Two poems on the traditions of English and Spanish in Peru Atahualpa? S game [Peru] Sometimes? S did not know To share your wisdom --- As he did, Atahualpa (The Inca King) in Chess, then He was sentenced to death.6/6/05 # 713Note: Atahualpa, was the most famous of the Inca king of Peru in the 16th century, I relieve, and was held for ransom by the Spaniards. And according to legend, because of a game of chess, was killed while Catalina Wank what was in his path of gold for his freedom, which was abruptly interrupted, and hid, to discover at once , King was assassinated by Spaniards.El game AtahualpaA times, it is unwise Share your sabiduría? A --- As he did, Atahualpa (The Inca King) in Chess, then, ? He was sentenced to muerte.6/6/05 * 71321.Ica, Bruges [Peru] Do not go to Ica, dear friend You can find the witch? In the bread and toast? Maybe lose your head, Perhaps in the bed # 714 Maybe dead.6/6/05 [Ica is located in northe Peru] Note: there are stories that, even according to my wife, who has heard that witches find this area of Peru, a city in ICAN Peru.brujas go south to Ica, dear friend All? you can find Bruges -- The bread and toasted bread? Quiz? It loses its head Quiz? D is found in bed Quiz? S, is muerto.6/6/05 * 714Poet/Author Dennis Siluk site:
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Cut the losses of a poem from Peru
Cut the losses of a poem from Peru Part 1 of 3AH! Love can be difficult (If it does not work); Unplug the power cord E 'meglio A new life alone (Rather than dying slowly) Fewer nodes in the Venous More in the bone marrow Bones.We only the eyes FMD A body established under A sky?. Vacuum are just some of the We are in this World (E 'the way it is The way in which they are Live and die): Like an empty glass Only with air No substance! There are all top Under the earth: Skin, eyes, everything. That could over time To hell or heaven; Reduction of losses! Part 2 3Escape before Fall, sink In a hole Silence (So deep that it may be); STONES: Mind and eye? So that the soul It is not the light To see? Yes, the losses Please Before it? s late.Part 3 of 3One what should be Know. I used to My window See you Nearby, in the distance, Mind.Well away, time is past Little by little we Heal. You do not need more Ingratitude Cut the losses (What you see is not Love, Pretty crazy). You can Mad you know: So Cut the losses soon.Life past Fast, As roots We grow old and Tief When a I can not remember Things. Cut the losses The wind blows Si? Sweeps away (Such as the ashes in a Open u). In true love It is extinguished or Forget. Dirty Love bus Like a fire Around March Life.Ah end, for the love? well Cut the losses (Remember that once honored Once betrayed, Third, the game). Go up a gear Stay on the road Find Love you.1287 3-22-06See Dennis' website:
Monday, April 12, 2010
The poet s Corner three poems with a review
The poet s Coer three poems with a review The poet? S Coer [Three poem / see review of poetry under the poems] The Poets CondorThe condor fly? S Among the open sky hillsIn San robatje? Nimo, Near Huancayo? Prohibit any On his way? For those who dare Risk of an attack, Near Huancayo !...# 685 5/27/05Fate a PoetPoets have an abundance of Consonants Some members (of transparency) MoneyThey and not days and days Moldy fabric Some show On Windows? In essence, the Poet Having a courtship With the Gordian knot? Rice and raw materials for the devil !...# 686 5/24/05Puppeteer PoetWithout legends The poet was never bo; WouldNot written language was invented; And nobody would have been Immortalized? . # 687 5/25/05Review [in this review is the poet and his three poems, which he called "The Poet's Coer"]: By Rosa Peñaloza: Ref: the poet, Dennis Siluk, a quick glance at the poet looking at the poet, as he writes poetry with the poet, as inform the reader, the poets are needed in the world, if not, we do not have a language for writing. The author adds the value of language to inform the reader: see, there are vowels and consonants, but not to say, the vowels are the food of drinks with the poets, and the consonants are chewing food with the poets, because voice is not to use the teeth to make sounds, not the consonants, it is not [?] In any case, the poet adds his first poem in "... Condor, "of the three, for good reason, echoing vowels are: oe electronics and, in a poem and do them. Also use the S in the first verse of [three of them] to move quickly through the poetry and the creation of a window to reader.The Author lives in Lima, Peru and St. Paul, Minnesota, and was TV and many newspapers in connection with his writings.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
S What to do is a prisoner
S What to do is a prisoner What is a prisoner to be done, if not justice Is innocent and coaching from prison? What is a prisoner to do when stigmatized Caged and abandoned and ostracized? What is a prisoner to do? s not one of confidence; the system fails, and the outcome unjust? What? prisoner knows when the family decides The penalty is warranted and justified? What is a prisoner to do while in a cell; the offender is free and very well done? What is a prisoner to make his reputation, when he died and his life was ruined because of what somebody said? What is a prisoner to do when it is not believed if he is telling the truth, he thought to deceive? What is a prisoner to do, as he is alone, Nobody seems to care; former friends all gone? What is a prisoner of sitting idle and lost and most of their thoughts about thoughts of suicide? What is a prisoner to do when deprived of their liberty And the will to live, take each day? What is a prisoner to do when the dispute; can not escape, no chance for a new life? What is a prisoner to do when you no longer see The beauty of heaven and the waves of the sea? What is a prisoner to do when the sun can not hear even the hint of spring, because it's sealed his fate? What is a condemned prisoner to do when despair But still praying, the electric chair? Tell me, what? prisoner knows? Rev. Saundra L. Washington, DD, is an ordained clergywoman, veteran social and founder of AMEN Ministries. It is also the author of two coffee table books: Room in the Snow: Poems that preach and negative disorders: sermons that the lessons that can be found on their website. Your new book, Out of deep waters: My Grief Management work, it must be assumed that, in the heart July.You to visit AMEN Ministries: your souls? Service Station for spiritual refreshing, soul edification or to browse our newly expanded mini shopping mall. at all!
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Sipan Tomb Valley verse s
Sipan Tomb Valley verse s Sipan? S TombWhat Valley is your tomb? Bleeding that its sacred nameOf recent years: Once in a long-forgotten tombForedoomed midnight? Now for resuscitated mankind.O head tu, you love me In which the eyes see the emptiness, eteal legends! Because I know, there is no need to thyTo say anything.Ah, gave them time to flee Sipan goveed through the Valley: This old man lost in the glory years Now remember: Back property? As the sun grows bright Again, all Sipan? S grave? Today is yesterday? SunsetRenewed s? # 337 5/2/06 written parquet, Lima, Peru; Note: In April I took a trip to see the tomb of Sipan, and its surrounding environment [northe Peru]: their tombs, and pyramids and valley, and all seem to lead a force, a force hidden in the sand. The bones of the Lord of Sipan was found in a nearby museum, and a replica was made, this fear, you can also hear, as they are outside the tomb, about fifteen meters in depth, as it looks to he. The spirits are upset, to say the least. The Lord of Sipan, equivalent to King Tutankhamen in Egypt (he was called), corresponding to the value of a great discovery, which dates back to 200 AD, was originally discovered in l987, and then is to discover a new, as Caral in northe Peru, discovered in l992 (the site dates back to 3000 BC). The tomb has been replicated to look as it did on the day of the discovery of five bodies from the tomb, but his real costume is a moving site, however, even with the original bones of the Lord of Sipan, taken by posterity? s sake.See Dennis' website: Poet Laureate of San Jeronimo de Tunan, Peru
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Sleep and Dreams Poem
Sleep and Dreams Poem The Incubus? Flash-lightHe looked in my head He found a dreamHe n? Love? As I looked back on it, I found a nightmare shines the light (and stole this poem Him? last night). Thoughts: Dreams and Poetry: in dreams we let go of our inhibitions, the poetry we write back. Some seem to be divine messages, while others seem more like satanic nightmares. But in May, are the gateway to our: fears, wishes and desires. Our brain is active during sleep, which some of us can plant a clock in our system and our dreams.During show our dream, the muscle tone is zero (the body becomes paralyzed). Why? Well, if you do not really want to act on your dreams? Not me, I am? D end on the floor of the sea swim, or fly to another country without plane.It may be of interest to some: animals dream, just watch their eyes. But why? I ask you, and it would be a good question, there are a few reasons. First, they are vulnerable, and yes, it is as it should, part of the disposal process so that other animals can eat. Second, the cold-blooded animals (reptiles) obtain energy from the sun, and then at night, very little, while the warm-blooded animals get food, and other ways to save energy, and sleep is a way , like us humans. Thus, sleep disorders need to dream, sleep and gives energy. And the animals need time to address strategies for survival, expect.So I have to ask: what dreams or memories are worthy of a poem? For our brains? During sleep? Kind of things are important to the memory of our banks, and discard the rest. If not us? D have a big head with lots of useless knowledge. Of the 642 poems # I? I wrote, about 20% came out of dreams, and even with my 150-short stories, some more than 40-stories. So I can thank my sleep and dream, to give most of my daily writings.Note: # 640, 5/10/05. Written as a library, a cafeteria, in Roseville, Minnesota, Dennis USAPoet Siluka,
Monday, April 5, 2010
The legend of Peru poetry
The legend of Peru poetry If now the flow of legends and flow And scattered pieces of the hero? S pyre, singing stones of Kuelap, Chan ChanCuzco? The ring of Amazon and ring, as Barb wind blow their pipes echoes? Thus, Strings Music sweep the sand into the jungle to the Andes, where? Here lies the Andean Community cityOf the sea? Fortress of stone, the blood of builtBy with stones and clay, ? Machu Picchu! Here are the visions ? From ecstasy;? Sharp a Condor? The legends and the oscillations of flow -- And sing! ? and the flow and sing, sing and flowand? infinite! ? The legend of Peru? # 1286 3/23/06 Posted in Lima, Peru. Peru has much to offer the adventurous person from: Legends of Amazonas, to Cajamarca, Ancash, Lambayeque, La Libertad, Lima, Ica, Arequipa, Cusco and Puno, in far-flung places as Lima, Machu Picchu (Cusco) Kuelap (in Amazonas ), Chan Chan (from Trujillo) and the Huacachina Las Lineas de Nazca at Tambo Colorado. Most of these places that I to.Wherever In Peru there are the legends, and discovered just discovered, yes, you are a part of history only in Peru. Part of the adventure in Peru, or can be the trekking route, for me it is more archaeological sites, for others perhaps a magical jouey with a travel plan. In addition, however, the legends of my ancestors, perhaps, and the jouey? I want the whole cup of coffee, or soup of the entire intestine, and in Peru you can do it. I hope that Peru is still the price of South America? He is right now.See Dennis' website: Poet Laureate of San Jeronimo-Lima, Peru.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Poet George Sterling s s Suicide Suicide
Poet George Sterling s s Suicide Suicide George Sterling committed suicide in 1926, perhaps, has written some 14 books during his life. Some say he committed suicide after being sick and unable to reach their goal of obtaining the poet of the United States. That may have played a role in this, but if one did a search on Mr. Sterling, which are more variable than that. First, for a long time friend and mentor, was killed by one of their hands, or killed in some skirmish in Mexico or South America, Ambrose Bierce. Second, his long time friend, Jack London died of alcoholism, of which George was two of the characters in her books. Thirdly, it was only mentoring the next poet, Clark A. Smith, who appeared to be faster than him on the move, for his style of poetry, which deals mainly with the image was fading, and the new Robinson Jeffers was the glory, if any, behind the scenes. Jeffers has adapted to the times. The three instead what we might call his long poem that seems to be the coerstone of poetic fame. CAS wrote? Hashish lunch? over who was more a space of fantasy, with short stories (Sterling was no luck with short stories in all), then, has two ways to CAS, which completely failed in Sterling tales, N. CAS; Sterling 58 hours - years, was past the average age at the time these people (the elderly may add) and that life was about to terminate in any event, once acclaimed Sterling Bierce wrote the best poem ever written on images to be his? Wine magic. Even at this time (1925) Jeffers? ? Tamar? left, and the world like it. Thus, Sterling was put on the shelf. And when this happens, as many poets, who take their lives in one way or another. You must know your time is now, not the past. Although times change, as the appetite for literature, George does not feel he had to wait for the moment. In addition, it was almost a penny. His contributions have been few.Perhaps of alcohol is a factor and, like the poet, novelist Robert Howard, committed suicide after his mother died, life is more difficult to live that sometimes death. Things acid H.P. Lovecraft, like cancer and has taken over his life. All Sterling? S-workers and friends are changing, and plays a significant change in depression? Slowly does it, or is too unbearable.So when someone says, George Sterling committed suicide because he was after winning the gold, because it was not alone, as he was, his time may have been more courageous All Sterling for.In give credit? s letters we see a patte of development of depression, loss of hope, despair. He does not? I do not want to live like a has-been, I wanted to live as a great poet. Some have criticized his poetry, and not say or not? Not always understand. In the poem that the poet must understand a little 'what we want to do alone. It is not necessary to write to you, but for another reason, and groups that are little appreciated. Only a poet can properly criticize a poet. First know what your goal is it not a question, and wants one, Robert Frost may be the link. Fantasy and macabre, it might be Clark A. Smith, or Poe, or Baudelaire.George has done what has been created to show the beauty of words together, and hang to dry in the sun called? Pictures. I could not adapt to anything else, was too poet.See Dennis, select a site:
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Top 20 Poetry Quotations
Top 20 Poetry Quotations Discover the importance of poetry and the motivation of poets with this special collection of evocative quotations ... "A poet is someone who is surprised about everything." - Anonymous "The reality is revealed only when a ray of poetry. "- Georges Brague" The poet does not invent. He listens. "- Jean Cocteau" In science we try to explain to people in a way that everyone understood, something that nobody knew before. But in poetry, is the exact opposite. "- Paul Dirac" genuine poetry can communicate before it is understandable. "- TS Eliot" The accidental beauty of poetry may be more blessed with a verse, which offers a happy than in poetry. "- Ralph Waldo Emerson" There is a lot of the life that is not in his poetry. "- Gustave Flaubert" A poem begins with a lump in the neck. "- Robert Frost" Poetry is the language of the people studied their own amazement. "- Christopher Fry" There is money in poetry, but there is no poetry in money. "- Robert Ranke Graves' poetry is to judge the soul. "- Henrik Ibsen" When power narrows the areas of human conce, poetry reminds the richness and diversity of his existence. If power corrupts, poetry cleanses. " - John F. Kennedy: "Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy poetry without a certain unsoundness of mind. "- Thomas Babington Macaulay" Poetry is the point at which our strength will be. "- Richard Rosen" Science is for those who lea the poem for those who know. "- Joseph Roux" poets are the legislators are not recognized worldwide. "- Percy Shelley Byshe" Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket. "- Charles Simic" A poem is never finished, only abandoned. "- Paul Val? ry "Poetry is the music of the soul, and, in particular, and a feeling of great souls. "- Voltaire" Poetry is the breath and spirit to all knowledge. "- William Wordsworth 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 --
Friday, April 2, 2010
Why write poetry
Why write poetry I use words as others use algebraic signs: with rigor, with prudence, with the precision of the artisan. I sculpt in words. I stopped. I tilt my head. I hear the echo. Scales of emotional resonance. The fine tuned reverberations of pain and love and fear. Waves and photonic ricochets answered chemicals secreted by my my readers and listeners. Be nice. I always knew in the biblical sense, was my passionate lover. We made love. The cold we procreated children of my lyrics. I admired his aesthetic measured. But this is the mathematics of grammar. It is simply the undulating geometry of syntax. Devoid of any emotion, see their reactions sated with the enjoyment of a noble Roman. I wrote: "My world is painted in the shadows of fear and sadness. Perhaps related - I fear the sadness. To avoid the arrogant, sepia melancholy that lurks in dark coers of my being - I deny my feelings. Doing in depth, with the spirit of a survivor. I persevere through dehumanization. Automate processes. Gradually, the parts of my body tu into metal and I'm there, Sheering exposed to winds, as grandiose as my illness. I write poetry because they do not need it. I write poetry to bring attention to ensure the adulation, in order for the reflection in the eyes of others through my ego. My words are fireworks, formulas of resonance, the periodic table of healing and abuse. These poems are obscure. A burst of pain remains ossified landscape marked emotions. There is no horror in abuse. Terror is the resistance, the detachment of the dream that remains very existence. The people around me feel my surrealism. That, once again, alienated, discomfited by the limpid placenta of my virtual reality. Now I only write poems and other umbilical speak. Before and after prison, I wrote books and reference test. My first fiction book was critically acclaimed and commercially successful. I first tried my hand at poetry, in Hebrew, but not. Tis strange. It is said that poetry is the daughter of emotion. Not in my case. I never felt in prison, with the exception - and even there I have written in prose. Poetry makes me an author and mathematics. Syllabic was the music that drew me, the power to compose with words. I was not seeking any express or convey a deep truth about my thing. I wanted to recreate the magic of broken metric. I still recite aloud a poem until it sounds good. Write vertically - the legacy of the prison. And I type on a laptop perched on a cardboard box. E 'ascetic and, for me, so is poetry. Pure. An abstraction. A string of symbols open to exegesis. It 'the most sublime intellectual pursuit in a small world and only became my intellect. "
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Conquering Confusion
Conquering Confusion God is not the author of confusion So where you start? So how can we alleviate it? The word itself - confusion Can be divided into two words Con? Meaning of misleading Or the Spanish translation Significance with It is a paradox of nature Perhaps it is chronologically backwards The translation into Spanish and should be in first place Say that First, we are with our desires In our hearts As for what is true But then in some way About Us Being double-minded Deceived and that there Allow our doubts So a shadow on our will Or mix and coexist With our desires Hence the merger The combination and fusion From what is true And what is wrong From what we want to And what we do then notHow is a human being To distinguish between Both desires and doubts Since it looks like? Furthermore, which of the two If the majority of weight Determine his fate And of course the action? Which of the two Create satisfaction? It seems desire E 'in surrounded by faith The assumption is that its interior in Can fully satisfied and again Doubt on the It is embedded in fear Throwing caution to the wind Throughout the year This reluctance Leads to oscillation Trend towards a deviation With regard to a restriction An end? S self Inteal decreased withdrawal reservationsSuch inteal and reservations Continues to lose cases Your visit divine Although the framework, there is always Meditation In true The heart within Ponders arms and personal glorification The lifting of the inner The completion of the interior will The ignition of a? S fireSadly but with passion Most are usually double-minded Find out reviews Instead of listening For the still small voice Who gives birth to Dominion Dominion over the thoughts Dominion over the flesh On exteal domain Activate divine silence Giving a zeal and enthusiasm Among his best. This balance of soul Peace Traveling the world And draw your world As you know it It would be too Most, however, know nothing of the kind Meander is mentally in the mud Blocked in the second opinion Question Overwrite them Impressions Intuition And the spontaneous expression Is it any wonder People go into depression If recoil From authentic expression Expression of I do not live for another Breaking further into joy Despite the resistance Regardless of the pain Projection of himself Without disrespect But most of them fell Deep inside Always looking For some, that confirm Unfortunately, Most can not even Emergence Is it any wonder, then, The fact that you have left out Left feeling odd Left feeling blue Repeats do not know What should you do to me DOAS I do not know This terrible scourge A red soulish I'm afraid, not for the mistakes Or human upheaval I? Ve leaed to live And to live I? Ve leaed to stay And not to bend No, never bow before The altar of the people For you have been clearly From God? His hand Skeptics have Critics have However, all Soon know That this man was bo A copy of the original design With the uterus Without rejection For I must not fear No matter what I feel or hear Because in the depths of I can hear him The Eteal Father Who loves me expensive And I reiterated a day So wonderful Take me! In me, I'm glad Made in the image of God I celebrate There is no need for diverting Why in God? Similarity S I was Sarò On Earth today So, I am It should not be. So, what I do I'm so happy Not for ambition I am looking for some position Yes more content Complete in Christ And he with me! From a position of victory I am amazed How do I save my work Every day New discoveries Seeing new events Of all, which was Its founders With the power to create I Create Not with the future Every day is new In addition, a step appears to be mis -- With him, God has to make sure Something deep And always greatMy Lord and Creator The Great I AM It was through my past And today is my hand Via con me! In future Show me that What is to come Remove hesitation I can Although most do not Understand It does not bother me I am in the hands If I fall He? Ll keep me up With these security I break out Like a great volcano As a calf from stable I go over Permanent High My eyes in front of me! Mine is too late Not required to provide a reminder The future? S can find happiness Surely, I resize For the stronger in me This is the secret Listen to me! Before First, What you? Find Security Right now On this rock of revelation We know with certainty And without hesitation The limits are broken Chains fall your mind Self-awareness and authenticity Find Then confusion And you? Ll know in Knowing God The intuitive ability The magic of the sky For him te Flow To admire To participate in Miracles To calm To achieve In order not to despise Who are you Who are you here Never again I want to put your Awakening of the Lion The winner in The need to overcome the confusion It 'a pity A sin deep In fear of man A fear that paralyzes Paralyzes and hampers Illness soulish Your life to tease Rob is From the possibility of recognizing The reality is in the vicinity of Only under the eyes It is not without It is also not complex The reality is within you Now only relax.Paul Davis is the author of neutralization of a broken heart a book tells us: "How to overcome disappointments and flowers in your dreams!" It 'a minister, life coach (relational and professional), experts, known worldwide keynote speaker, creative consultant, humor, adventurer, explorer, mediator, liberator and dream-maker.Paul 's compassion for people and passion to travel has taken him to over 50 countries around the world, where he had a huge impact. Paul has also led to recovery in many war-to, impoverished and tsunami stricken regions of the earth. His nonprofit organization Dream-Maker Ministries builds dreams, and against limitations.Paul 's Breakthrough Seminars inspire, revive, awaken, impregnate with purpose, impart the fire of desire, catapult people into a new level of consciousness, the discovery and destiny dream fulfillment. Paul can be reached at: RevivingNations@yahoo.com - 407-967-7553 or 407-282-1745.For more information:
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Memories
Memories I am grateful for the easiest times. Shops were Sunday TV seemed more logical Family members spent much time with each other, And people were so things.I am grateful for the good old days. Growing up in time before the porch swing And grandparents, which is to be welcomed, "Fix, please" One after another slipped out of our problems As we were told tall tales to fun.I are so grateful for the images. Video recordings of children before their first phase, As snapshots in front of a high-school-PROM, Candid moments are immediately And speak louder than words on a house greeting Card are so grateful for the childhood Grins notice. Chasing the cart of ice on the road Hook the piercing, popular jingle, Welcoming a greeting by my unrestrained dog Those who licked my face down.I and jumped up and are so grateful for yesterday. A mother of love, care of his father, A rocking horse, a chair for children, The smell of clean clothes drying on the line, An old rope swing for a child climb.I are so grateful for delicious scents. Granny's beans cooking in the oven, Eggs and crisp bacon in a frying pan Hot Chocolate fudge from the heat, And bubble gum pink, aah so sweet, I'm so grateful for a trip to Memory Lane. Musty corridors of the day knew, Use the time to a nostalgic atmosphere, The old times and old scenes smiles and tears, Classmates again, after many year.Katherine Scherer and Eileen Bodoh are the authors of "Gratitude Works: Open your heart to love."
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Poetry Contests
Poetry Contests A simple expression or communication may be the message is necessary, but not lasting impression or bring us closer to people. It passes through many situations in our lives where there is the need to honor, recognize and appreciate the surroundings and of our loved ones. A short note of greeting will be brief and not memorable expressions. To create a feeling of power of human connection in a relationship, we need to change the style of literary articulation. The poem is the perfect way to do it. But, again, not every man is given to this talent.Great people on this earth and are forgotten, for their outstanding contributions to various fields of study, the humanity. These include mathematicians, scientists, economists, sociologists, philosophers, writers, and much more. The poem is still an area that very few in the past as well as in the present. It 'an art difficult to master. It may not be an exaggeration to say that poets are bo, not made.In the time evolution, in which the communication is daily becoming more simplified, shortened and systematized, efforts to instill an interest in literature or Classical poetry is boring. Competitions on poetry would help the search for talent, bringing the piece eloquent, and categorically significant collections in a group. Later, these can and will work on many special occasions. The talent would also include the recognition by the submission of their relics and receive rewards.Poetry is linguistic creativity, for inspiration. Like any artifact, it must be in public. Otherwise, no significance.Contests provides detailed information on competitions, poetry competitions, writing, photo contests and more. Competitions in conjunction with the Sweepstakes. Contanti Article Source:
Monday, March 29, 2010
Orion s Orchard Poetic Prose
Orion s Orchard Poetic Prose In the cosmos, around the world (perhaps the spirit as well)? Once someone has thrown a ball? I think? Somewhere, and it exploded? Something: the slowed somewhat ', and their orientation (push - in all directions) is still the air to maintain the momentum that has been set in motion (long ago), so that when it loses its momentum, that will crash, I suppose, and all that is the ball (the essence of what lies on it, in it): This is all that remains, the rest only waves, only the waves Nothing that a person, if the thrust of an outcome, and this is not all he has created a sort of stasis (repeat)? is: for what? Unless someone does not create anything other than a sort of something new. E 'as it was, like him, otherwise it would come to surround the world with all its t? S passed, and I? S dotted. We usually do not? T think in this way, so we want the spirit of mad.I heard a voice in this dream of my mind said,? They are immortal, they are seated behind the sun, and I see epitaphs of all, all living beings, then I am open, his lips, an endless task, it seems sometimes the apex of life comes from nothingness? and I feel the desire to die, to remain as something that Eyeless faces, that is what they once were, but with my grace has been, and who are they? more.Orion? s illumed by my side, showering me like a rainbow, with its narrow streets, orchard wind is the great mocker of the universe, which perhaps call it, perhaps Baudelaire? s imagination, or Poe's Twilight or A. Clark Smith? s dangerous deep orchards; George Sterling? s musical images, spectral light, Dennis Siluk? s murmur, confused silence, Ellis? epigrammatic flight of fantasy. I tu, in contact (so that I destroy my stuff): only through its combustion drums, in the winds of nowhere? What I have done everything. The head of the horse: he roars like a volcano, a moat around me, the universe is like a viper Press, sacrifice an animal in all proportions RIP I? Ve dug in thrust, as they are called, from the drive, I have set for you: The Guardian of the Earth. # 1366 6/5/2006Comment by:? Here is a poem of cosmic variety, which I hope you like it, I hope, will be short and descriptive, you need the element of ambiguity to the beauty of God? s vast universe. See Dennis' web site: Laureado Poeta en San Jeronimo de Tunan, Peru article Source:
Sunday, March 28, 2010
The porch
The porch Porches on? S of cold on the veranda This day of thanks? My breath has a fog Near the window? FrameLeaves street Flying all means? Most of them are not Trees, I see? TodaySmoke of Fireplaces E? S of cold on the veranda This day of thanks? I wonder? What? What, my daughter (Family) are eaten This day of thanks?. My breath do? Mist (The wind has a voice). Someone to laugh? The echo of the street Behind me, I believe, I wonder? Who? (Surprise, almost shocked!) It? S-my little son, his mother (They see me in this); On the other side of the road: That? Increase tall.He ran quite high and thin, With his mother? Precipitation (They live in block) He looked at me? Said (?) Something looked Does not say anything? All We went on the road, as if I don? Why? (It 's just the way it is.) I wonder who to thank This day of thanks? For me, I thank the Lord For the time being? TheTurkey and ... (Jim and Julie? S) (Thanksgiving Day, 2005, 12:31 PM) # 931 11.24.2005 12:38 PMNote: Yes? its fun when you just want to follow in May found more than they have negotiated, and this moing I was looking in my window and I felt that I wanted to go on the porch, and it is fast and I'm back at home, and my wife is always ready to go to a dinner in Stillwater, a town of 23 miles, and then I grabbed a pen and paper and started writing about the beauty that I saw from the porch, the beauty of it all, but a day, in the early afteoon, one day? s cold, it was standing on my terrace, and then my ex-girlfriend in the street, and my son I? have not seen for so long. I think just to see is a beautiful gift of grace, we? A do not need the whole bowl of soup to enjoy the flavor, now Dennis we.See see website or Amazon.com Bn.com Dennis' new book in Spanish and English, "Magic of the Andes" and "Poems Peruvian "
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Make Kids Laugh and Learn poems
Make Kids Laugh and Lea poems The simple truth is that children who laugh are the children of leaing. E 'was shown that many children have a happier life for more success than those who are unhappy or are in the distressing situation. One of many ways to keep children at home and smile in the classroom is the application of a regiment of constant laughter. I tend to do with rhymes and silly poetry.Rhyming sequences have a profound effect on people of all ages, not just children. You rhyming sequences here are often referred to as "sticky", that is, as you describe sense of rhythm that is implicit in a rhyme. As a man, as it tends to order and the rhythm that the balance of our lives. This is no more true than it is with children. Songs, poems, rhymes and are a big part of most classes today because they are As powerful teaching tools. Children are the facts and knowledge, including be aware that they are leaing. Primary school children have also been taught the full periodic table, when subjected to song.When write poems or rhymes for children who are trying to use the English language in a way that May have never heard before, will still be able to grasp the meaning. What I hope is to reach a broader sense of the English language and how it can be used in a Way amusing. Today's speech was broken by excessive use of jargon, slang and words who have no real meaning in English. Children are the words in the describe the events or emotions, instead of knowing the true dialogue to their history interesting.What I like to do more to write a poem is to cover a story without meaning and moral a tissue, but also mentally stimulating challenge lines rhyme children's awareness of the structure of the sentence. I would like to have in your toes.This combination, in my opinion, not fun for the children to finish. That smile or laugh, then read again and again until they roll their tongues without effort, all while.Hmm laugh ... sounds like leaing to me.Adam Merrifield is a photgrapher and author of all things, including children. He maintains a site for poetry children, infants, and a photograph of the site.
Friday, March 26, 2010
The Rose of Sharon
The Rose of Sharon I wrote this poem in honor of non-Japanese who took the course of the Japanese American Bainbridge Island, WA, during World War II Japanese American intement. If it were any of these people. Most other Americans uprooted JA goods, and purchased their homes in the U.S. govement to cheap.However, I must wa you that the historical event referred to above is not really what this is about poetry. This is a series of images that deal with life in general on Bainbridge Island and do not relate directly to the intement at all, now that you are notified, go to the front and read to your heart for content.In this session of the poetry of words to 200 words or more, a brief lesson on the form is required. Poetry is below informally called "haiku", which is a Japanese style of poetry that is supposed onomotopaeic conj an image or multiple images in your mind. Onomotopaeia refers to terms such as "splash" that emblamize sound. Some haiku is very determined and set in his meter, and is limited to a fixed amount of rows. The poem is below Americanized haiku, which means that it is more "free verse" in his style, and that this is not exactly held in strict Sharon standards.Roses broken hand. The moon is the guide, Again and again, Muddy bean paste Mixed with vinegar. Rames waves struck. My old car seat new Con un po 'di follia in me. A large avalanche Not all of its filling; piercing alarm to drive a rate far Beautiful couple pears in his garden, Who is my neighbor is. In a sense, it was fun to see Mt Fuji in the fog rain.RAINBOW WRITING, Inc. - by Karen Peralta, copy editor, ghost writer and book author - EXPERT FREE DOWNLOAD COMPUTER SET PROGRAM! We also provide professional independent and inexpensive contract in writing, editing, copying and writing, rewriting, ghost writing, graphics design and CAD, Inteet marketing, publishing assistance, the search engine optimization, professional free services and supercheap dedicated web hosting and website development services.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
House of the Goblin Part two of the three scores
House of the Goblin Part two of the three scores Casa dei Goblin [Part two of three] Here is where, when the air is elegant country mountains shadows disappear! Here is where unnumbered spirits dwellWhere harp and the memory is running? When the rainbow? Jumps from itsStoreroom-hold, and cry; And the sand along the ocean Echo then die? As in sleep? And what magic, ghouls! ... Who are these ghosts, the charm and splendor? By a substance? Hell? I believe that Or a symbolic language in a Dreamy forget! We are all in exile of beauty? Yes, we are in exile by the invisible beauty? Where fragile wings and tendeess Meet the seraphim.Yet we must hold the lock? Things can not walk in our sleep, yes, oh yes, we all live? We all live, we do not, you and I, in the house of the Goblin ... muffled in a lily white, smiles, smilingTo find a way out? , Da; Maga as God Almighty? You are, as a violent worm? (I'm more a verb than a noun, but the Verbs win with the worm.) Note: Part II, # 753 7/8/05? The poetry, the images seem to flash with my mind, as if I am in a block on the planet earth. Poetry in general dlsiluk,? To achieve this sense of poetry, you can have music to rise, or would I? I often do not know if there is a right way and wrong, like this one. But what I know is that if I did not fall, I can not be rushed to the whole of poetry I want to produce. Yes, we have to fight against the spirit and experience, and to win, you have to chew on any suitable words. Poet / Author Dennis Siluk the new book on poetry: "The magic of the Andes", or you can place
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Who is the most famous love poem
Who is the most famous love poem The most famous love poems love poems have been for centuries to inspire lovers and romance. If your love for someone special poetry, you can use your feelings in words so eloquent memorable. Many famous love poems by classical poets such as Lord Byron, Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Shakespeare. But a famous love poem by a mode poet May appeal to a younger person who likes a less formal tone. The poet e.e. Cummings wrote what is probably the most famous love poem currently. It 'been done in other books and films as inspiration for other writers. I am your heart with me! from E. E. Cummings, I have your heart with me (I believe it is in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I understand you, my dear, and what is done by only me is your way, my treasure) , I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it is you, not always the moon, and what a sun Always when you sing Here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the budget and the sky of the sky of a tree called life which grows higher than soul or spirit of hope, it can hide) and this is wonder that the continuation of the stars apart I carry your heart (I have in my heart) The poet ee Cummings is a unique writer, he in new methods of creating and mood, the words on paper. It examines the use of space on the page and the words? Just as important as sound when the poem aloud. This poem is a perfect example of his use of parentheses and unusual range of variation. He found a wonderful way to express very abstract ideas with concrete grammatical forms. With this poem to express to your loved ones are for you. Visit to lea more about famous love poems.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Catherine Daly reviews Antidotes for an alibi
Catherine Daly reviews Antidotes for an alibi Amy King Antidote for an alibi BlazeVox Books ISBN 0-9759227-5-0 2005These read poems to me like poetry versions of flash fiction. Well, I like flash fiction, but I like the way fabulistic. Amy King writes fabulistic type of flash fiction - I would say, "good form" - in poetry. What does this mean? Well, if lineated, the head of poetry to jump in the story. Otherwise, the poems are still the same small jumps, taking the poems. I think I'm with the new record this moing. I do not see the "twist", as I understand it, I'm still looking for her - I'm just saying that these poems are not that flash fiction jump of similar nature is not the case. For example, the poem "Night" is a history of screening a particular type of call: InMother evening telephoned death premature The father to me. A hybrid car Their words. I read the story grieved.Now and my childhood, I would probably be the end of the verse here, or another title. In any event, the evening begins with a message in a machine. I think flash fiction could be "the machine" and not jump so quickly to the "History of my childhood." After Dinner, Age blocks of teak wood decreased, then launched, mistaken for the cork. Budget actions Max aunt cooked through? S Pot black circle, where we stopped On the probability of work. We were all Wonderland, where the small boiler dripped Proverbs and wrote to our pact With striking accents. Dessert hints Wafted past the cups home Coffee, whiskey-colored, with the blue veil of a life light.In this second part of the poem, the progression is chronological. After dinner, a little 'French press coffee and dessert. I do not believe that "financial assets" and "sweet notes" would be in Flash Fiction. Are too secret. It is interesting to note that the references to fairy tales and other fiction, in "Enchanted," "Letter," "Proverbs," "Covenant" and "accent". Line after the "drip" is not clear whether the boiler (probably whistling) is registered, or that "we", the magical writing. But overall, a 'history of a poem, a poem is clear, not the next fiction.In earlier prose-poem, "Land of the lake, which jumps between groups - I do not see how any very heavy sentence, as for example in a poem, and I do not see big jumps between the sentences. I see even more jumps - are associative - in fabulistic Flash Fiction. And 'the logic of some poems, in which the topics to be playing together for a while' time, and then a conclusion. We start with a concrete example, a realistic but fabulistic fear: On the self-enveloping way, I am shocked that one day I fall Sleep and the dog could die.Not road spans the machine, the machine is not the way (like car commercials are - did you know that most car commercials are filmed in LA downtown?). In any event, by car, road, sleeping, dog, death. Very clean and orderly. So, from a bush on the side of the road - a crowd.These orders of truth awaken self-defense, so asks the crowd? Betray you. Everyone deserves a refugee shelter in the depths of immersion can ball? T reach.Who is hiding? The narrator? The dog. The dog and the narrator. The narrator is more likely to fall asleep and fall asleep like a dog and kills him. In other words, life is fleeting. So you see, discover the difference between the first and second sentence sentnce, you have poetry, fiction, because most flash of this kind of magical things, do not show very different directions. But note, is that the things with other people and other characters, not necessarily "torque-Ing," I understand it.Since lame-o short reviews usually the title, I say - I like this title and the way in which the flash-fiction theme in poetry. Why that is an excuse, but a specific type of narrative potentially verifiable. And what is an antidote, but the fabulistic.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Perception your reality
Perception your reality Perception is a compilation Their past , By which we see True or false Your reality Perceptions relating to their identity Positive or negative Based on what you think The people believe that Perception leads to the projection The good, bad and the ugly Like, what is inside If the expression If it is full of love Walls or refusal Before you can proceed Your interior can begin before To frame his image And within In order to ensure transparency and befriend Or withdrawn and, in To accept unconditionally humanity O condemn prejudice and individuality Projection develops in the design When thoughts, words and gestures of birth As already contextualized What outward manifestation An invitation to all the creation of To share with you To make your dream Or confirm your worst nightmare How you deal From conception to maturity From random to confirm From self-awareness of personal revelation To give you a taste of From what we can do exercise As you can lighten or cloud True or false They wear all day Projection in word and song Steadily from conception to at night I do not know why people react Some distant, others love Perception is a Whose world inside and out He came and went Sometimes in the company of friends Other times with no one to lean A judge nothing before the time Although there is no reason or rhyme For God is Exalted The man must first know, discover, is Before he can find The perception presumptuous That tries him a great part of the prison or paradise Timea You can exercise by It 's you Your lighting Your imagination Your suggestion Your inner sense If you It is up to me As a man thinks in his heart He is This is not a pop quiz Come, then, From behind bars Take the rest in paradise And the stars! Paul Davis 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), composed of experts known worldwide keynote speaker, creative consultant, humor, adventurer, explorer, mediator, liberator and dream-maker.Paul 's compassion for people and passion to travel has taken him to over 50 countries worldwide, where he had a huge effect. Paul has also led to recovery in many war-to, impoverished and tsunami stricken regions of the earth. His nonprofit organization Dream-Maker Ministries builds dreams, and against limitations.Paul 's Breakthrough Seminars inspire, revive, awaken, impregnate with purpose, impart the fire of desire, catapult people into a new level of consciousness, the discovery and destiny dream fulfillment. Paul can be reached at: RevivingNations@yahoo.com - 407-967-7553 or 407-282-1745.For more information:
Friday, March 19, 2010
Memoirs of a Wasteland s Rim is a poem in Spanish and English
Memoirs of a Wasteland s Rim is a poem in Spanish and English Memoirs of a Wasteland? S RimIt was still light when he stopped in the desert? S board? About the rim rest like a sleeping brute, a wooden frame Next to the blue where early stars hung like lamps Hanging from old beams and shade? The wooden frame Their base caught the rays, as it was on him Alone, with the moing, climbing Drifter A woman, who through the life, dreams and diagonally In the case of muscular pain and moldings on the face Their number etched against the wooden frame, He tried to jump, and lost her balance, hanging like a bird Now sipping dark in groin and hopes shattered They have taken the slow progress before sunset Blood dripped with his dying darkness And a purple-red moon hurled into a flame The shadow of the clouds, buing throughout the sky The sky above his tormented? Crossing the valley? S spoke eyes Rock Pictures, the highest Courage to push up bar The red painted on the edge of tomorrow Your forehead and the nose, face against the stone of granite Massive injuries was the form that Your silhouette floating so lazy in the sun It 'been too big a task? To die alone? Hours wanted She had not missed? Thousand meters below, yet to be done. Too much for a woman in a lost world By weak wood her mind had peace; He knew all soon? Unfortunately Stumm and protest against life? S futility A narrow path was below his thin body Between death and creation, a careless foot The rocks beneath their weaknesses, which crashed Dipped to its death in the hands of the Valley Carving Think about how it is, thinking with a smile, Say, to try? Dead before her echoes: ? The time is short? The time is short? The time is short? When he found his face was afraid of falling. # 808 8/20/05In Spanish Translated by Nancy PenalozaLas Memorias del Borde de Tierra a? RticaTodav one when she estaba Iluminado Paus? en el borde de la tierra of? rtica -- Sobre el borde descansaba Durmiente as a brute, un marco de madera Adyacente hacia el azul estrellas but where? Aneras colgadas that? Mparas de aceite, colgando Viejos rayos desde dando y Sombra? al marco de madera? So balance cogiendo los rayos, while she hab? A ca? You estoSola, Ella mi? my? Ana, subiendo hacia ella Una mujer trainer, marcada por la vida, y cause? Os inclinados Con el look y el dolor de m? Schools moldeado sobre su cara On Figure inclinada contra el marco de madera, She Trat? de brincar, and you lose? el balance, as a colgando p? jaro Ahora bebiendo a sorbose Repiso and penumbra de la esperanzas trastoadasElla Cedi? inactive before avance de la Puesta del Sol La Sangre Göte?, With his moon Oscuridad mortalY a Carmes? Lanz? Lama is a trav? s Vagas de las Nubes, Ardia cieloEl de todas partes del cielo atormentado encima de ella? Cruzando el piso del Valle on OJO Agarra? estoIm? Gene rocosas, lo m? s Altos points. Where do empuje? she boldly towards the Repiso, la ma? Ana Pintada ruborizada sobre el borde Frente y sus Nariz de cara contra la Piedra de Granite, heridas masivas tomaban shape, Silueta flotando tan so indolent a trav? D solEsto fue demasiado una gran tarea - Sola para Morir? Dese she? ahoraElla no hab? A brincado? Miles de abajo cakes, a? n ir.Demasiado para cualquier mujer en un mundo de la madera perdidoFuera d? bil mind one in ten peace; She SAB? Ready to todo esto que estar on one? Ay! Muda and protesting against inutilidad Camino estrecho de la vidaUn descansa debajo de su cuerpo delgado Entre la muerte y el logro, a pie descuidado Las Rocas debajo de su debilitamiento, ella se sumergió? Sumergida a su muerte, en las manos de talladura of vallePensando en ello, while she Cay?, Pensando con una sonrisa, Diciendo, raising the ante sus view muerta ECOS: ? El Tiempo is short, time is short?. El Tiempo is Short? Cuando ellos la encontraron, su cara estaba sin miedo a la ca? From 808 8/20/05 .*
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Lord Byron English Romantic poet and author of She Walks In Beauty
Lord Byron English Romantic poet and author of She Walks In Beauty Lord Byron was bo George Gordon Noel Byron in London in 1788. E 'became a Lord in 1798 when he inherited the title and the estate of his great-uncle. Byron? Mother took him to Scotland for the treatment of his club football, but brought him back to England to claim the title and estate.Life in EnglandByron private tutoring has been in Nottingham for a short period. He studied at Harrow, Southwell, and Newstead, and finally at Trinity College. Byron discovered a talent for writing poetry and has published his first poems in 1806 and his first collection, called the hours of idleness, in 1807 at the age of 19 years. When he tued 21 years, was able to take his place in the House of Lords.However, Lord Byron left England for two years with his friend, John Hobhouse, travel through Europe. Visited Spain, Malta, Greece, and Constantinople. Greece especially impressed with Byron and create a recurring theme of his retu to England life.After Lord Byron made his first speech in the House of Lords. Later the same year he published a "poetic jouey" title Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, a respectable collection of verses about his recent trip to Europe. Lord Byron The collection has won lasting fame and admiration. Lord Byron had become one of the ladies? man and the new eaed him the reputation of a number of things and courtships.In 1814 Lord Byron attended a party at Lady Sitwell? home. While the party, Byron was inspired by the sight of her cousin, the beautiful Mrs. Wilmot, who was wearing a black mouing dress Spangled. He was struck by his cousin? The dark hair and fair face, a mixture of different lights and shadows. This became the essence of his famous poem about it, "She Walks in Beauty." Lord Byron married Anna Isabella Milbank in 1815 and his daughter, Augusta, was bo the same year. However, the marriage did not last long. In early 1816 Anna and Augusta left Lord Byron and later that year, has filed for legal separation and left England for Switzerland, a self-imposed exile.Life in EuropeWhile Switzerland Lord Byron stayed with Percy Bysshe Shelley , a metaphysical and romantic poet, and had an illegitimate daughter, Allegra, with Claire Clairmont. After the affair ended, Lord Byron and his friend, John Hobhouse traveled through Italy, the first settlements in Venice, where he had some other activities, including one with the story of nineteen years, the Countess Teresa Guicciolo. Here Lord Byron began his most famous and most acclaimed work, the epic Juan.Lord Don Byron and Teresa moved to Ravenna, then to Pisa, then to Legho, near Shelley? The house, in 1821. The poet Leigh Hunt moved with Lord Byron that years later after Shelley drowned off the coast near Livoo in a storm. Lord Byron contributed poetry to hunt? S periodic, the Liberal, until 1823 when he had the opportunity to travel to Greece to act as an agent for the Greeks in their war against Byron Turkey.Lord used personal finances to help fund some of the battles against the Greeks Turks. He also commanded a force of three thousand men in an attack on the Turkish fortress of Lepanto held. The siege was unsuccessful and the withdrawal of forces. At this time Lord Byron suffered one or two seizures. The remedy of the day, shedding of blood, weakened him.Six weeks later, during a particularly cold time, Lord Byron contract a severe cold. The accompanying fever was treated by repeated bleeding by trusted physicians, but his condition worsened until he finally slipped into a coma and died April 19 1824.Lord Byron is a Greek hero and his death was deeply regretted. His heart is buried in Greece and his body was sent to England where he was buried in the family time near Newstead. He refused burial in Westminster Abbey due to the fact that the immorality of his life and numerous controversies. Finally, in 1969, 145 years after his death, a memorial was placed in the Poets? Coer of Westminster Abbey, commemorating his poetry and accomplishments.Shortly after his arrival in Greece, Lord Byron wrote these lines: "Try? Less often asked to find them? A soldier's tomb? The best Then look around and choose your land, And take your vacation. "An interesting and exceptional biography of Lord Byron? And life was written in 1830 by a contemporary and friend, John Galt, The Life of Lord Byron. The 49 chapters provide a good measure of Lord Byron? S .******************** complexity Garry Gamber is a public school teacher and entrepreneur. He writes articles about politics, real estate, health and nutrition, dating services and the Inteet. He is the owner and
A comparison of two poems on birds
A comparison of two poems on birds In literature, nature has always been considered an important issue. As a natural object, the birds have been mentioned in poetry. In fact, many poets have many beautiful poems about animals. Birds are often used as symbols in the poem. For example, in Bangla literature of the cuckoo bird is often associated with spring. In English literature there are many poems written about birds and birds play an important role in poems.For example, Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats and Ode to a Skylark by PB Shelly are two well-known poems about birds. Another such is the poem Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, in which the poet has the albatross as a symbol. According to the requirement of the assignment I Ode to the Nightingale "by John Keats and the Rime of the Ancient Mariner by STColeridge for my discussion.Before on the two poems above, you need to shed some 'light on the two poets and romantic English literature as a whole. The romance of English literature is a unique time, because at this age all the poets, their poems on the themes of nature and of nature. Nature is the most important aspect of their poetry. Before you can think of no poet of nature, as the main topic of a poem. The Romantic poets have successfully implemented this. Consequently, all the great poems were written about animals in this age group. John Keats was a Romantic poet, who loves the beauty of nature in his poetry. Natural objects are alive and well in his poem does not treat as objects of natural life. Rather, it has stirred the emotions and creates a personal investment with them.He also expressed his personal feelings such as joy, sadness, hope and disappointment, etc., in his poems. In Ode to a Nightingale Keats has expressed a desire to escape from a harsh reality that can not tolerate. He wants the nightingale and fly in a dreamland.On side STColeridge touches the supeatural elements of nature, and is in a very natural way. Coleridge had a brilliant sense of imagination and with his excellent narrative skills, he could have imagined that the supeatural, and then to describe what is in the most natural way. In The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Coleridge, the lives of sailors who were killed had an albatross suffered enormously, and then kill them. The whole poem is based on the reaction of killing of the albatross. A bird is a beautiful creation of God and the killing of the Albatross for any reason, the Mariner has had a serious sin against god.Only on the twentieth century, men have leaed to fly like a bird, before the aircraft was discovered Aero men have always fascinated the idea of how a bird flies. According to Greek mythology, Daedalus and Icarus tries to imitate the birds and artificial wings to fly. Their efforts are not in the tragedy. Thus, the concept of flight was like a dream for mankind until the beginning of the twentieth century, people were surprised by the birds because they fly in the sky. Poets of the question also to appreciate their heads and wanted to fly with them. We see this type of invitation to Keats? Ode to a Nightingale. The life of John Keats was a tragedy he died very young from an illness. He also had a depressing crush on a woman, that he does not succeed, but only misery and in his time, some influential literary critics criticized his poetry in the worst possible way. So life is very unfortunate for John Keats.All his life he tried to escape from suffering and the Ode to a Nightingale, are desperate efforts to escape from a Keats hard cruel world around him. He believes that the nightingale is a lot of luck can fly away from anywhere. Earlier this poem by the poet to his miserable condition: my heart the pain, feeling of numbness and drowsiness painsMy feel as if I had drunk the Hemlock, or emptied some dull opiate to the drainsOne last minute, and Leth-stations were sunk : Here it is clear that the poet has suffered a lot, when he wrote this poem. Life has become very painful for him, he feels as if he were drunk or Hemlock opium. He wants to forget all that pain and happy in the happiness of nightingale.For Coleridge, the albatross is not the escape, but a sacred and beautiful creation of God. " It brings joy to mariners. The sailors are too many lonely days in the lake during its jouey. And very often feel alone and do not miss the opportunity to see a sign of life around them by day: Finally, a cross Albatross, Thorough the fog it came; As if it were a Christian soul, We celebrated God name.So an albatross when they feel happy and confident that the country is close to them. The same has happened to the crew of the ancient mariner. When he saw the albatross that was received with joy and gave him food and played with him. Indeed, the company albatros for them. With the arrival of the albatross, could escape the harsh loneliness that surrounds them. Coleridge is this bird, as a friend and companion men.Both the poems are very clever symbolism. Coleridge the technology is ready, the suspension of disbelief in which the reader forget the real world and the world believe that the poet presents the Real. The plot of the poem centers around the idea of sin-suffering-pray-salvation. E 'a poem with a moral. The first sailor a sinner and has suffered for it. After much suffering, he prayed to God and God will forgive him. The Mariner's leaed his lesson and told others to show love and goodness of the creation of God albatross symbolizes Jesus Christ. Mariner killed the innocent bird, that the company and hope for him and his fellow sailors: And a good wind shift to the south behind; The following Albatross And every day, for food or play Came to the Mariner Hollo! Similarly, the people of Jerusalem, Christ crucified, who was innocent, and those who hope for their salvation. The remaining sailors felt horrified when they found that the Mariner killed the Albatross And I just had a hellish thing, And 'em woe: For all averred, I had killed the bird This was the wind blowing. Ah wretch! said, to kill the bird, This is the wind blowing! Normally, the singing of the nightingale is a symbol of joy and happiness. But Keats wrote this poem, when suffering too much form his illness. Although Nightingale has happiness knew in his heart that he will die soon. Moreover, symbols of death and oblivion in this poem. Keats has on numerous occasions in Greek mythology. In so doing, he treated the nightingale in a way, as if it is a magical bird that was beyond the scope of any sadness. Then the bird is magical and free of human suffering. Keats wished that he could, because all the beats and the pain and sadness. In his search for the end of pain, he is like the Buddha. Buddha his whole life trying to find a way to be free from human suffering and redemption. Keats has the same goal, and in this his poetry nightingale has this magical power problem is that Keats knows that he is a man and can not nightingale.In as "Ode to a Nightingale" Keats tries to balance between thought and feeling . We will find extraordinary sensual passages, as at the beginning. Through the use of the word "sense" and makes the reader think that this feeling drowsy numbness after too.The poet addresses issues of human life, as in three verses: "Here where men sit and hear each other groan ; Where Palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, When young people grow pale, and specter-thin and dies; When to think, but it is full of pain. "Unlike Keats, Coleridge uses the moral teachings of Christianity in the Rime of the Ancient Mariner. It has a lot of value to the concept of sin and salvation. In fact, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner is like a fairy tale, which at first seems to be a child without a history deep meaning, but a closer look makes the reader knows that the deepest moral. The moral teaching of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner is: He prays best who loves best All things that are big and small; For the love that God loves us, All.Christianity He loves and teaches us the same thing to love God and his creations. No other religion is so much emphasis on this type of love. The Albatross has this love for the sailors, with joy and happiness. So is the Albatross in a magical bird. And 'the bird that brings luck and a pleasant wind sailor. The old sailor was selfishly and brutally killed by it. He thought only of his own happiness. He did not even believe that he is killing an innocent bird without a reason. He is not the lack of food security, but is devoid of quality. He has forgotten that it is God who has been stronger than anyone else. Certainly not, as God, who had killed the bird without reason.God Mariner has shown that no matter how much power they held a man should not be bad by nature. If not, then humanity would be punished. The punishment that the Mariner has suffered terribly. He suffered the worst form of pain, loneliness and isolation. In nature human beings are social animals, so that only one boat in a sea was certainly terrible thing to suffer. He often wished he was dead, but did not curse happenAn orphan who drag to hell A spirit from above; But oh! more terrible than It is the curse of a Dead Man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.Only after Mariner realized his sin and prayed to God for forgiveness was profoundly saved.The same time I could pray; And from my neck so free The albatross fell off and sank As the lead in his personal life sea.In Coleridge was not a very religious person, but in this poem he glorifies Christianity in a way very high. Christianity always ask his supporters that I am God? S forgiveness every day. If a person prays from the center of his heart, God is always ready to forgive him. The poem also shows Coleridge? S deep love for his country, England. When the Mariner of his retu jouey to England, he felt that he heavenOh! Dream of joy! This is actually The light-house top I see? And 'This is the hill? And 'This is the church? E 'questo il mio countree? In summary we can say that the two poems are among the largest birds in the poem in English literature. Poets are the birds, such as icons and are connected with their lives. Birds are magical, but it is something more than magic. They take us into another world, a world ideal and dreamy. The main difference between the two poets is the nightingale that seems to be something in the sky with John Keats, and has no relationship to daily life, but it is something outside of our normal life. On the other hand, the albatross of S.T. Coleridge is something in relation to our daily lives. The crew fed and played with him. It 'was like his only friend in an' infinite sea.SM Mehdi Hasan writes regularly
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Let me tell you about my Germany
Let me tell you about my Germany First, no other child is not in Germany to a million years - is unique and they are all MINE - No, no (I shake my head) and they say, do not share my special LADY Germany belongs to me - it is clear to see ... With his smile, the light in New York Citywhen she sees me coming, and that special sparkle in your eyes when you look at me! GER I have a heart of gold, and she gives me a little 'all over the guy you never want ... You say everything about your baby dolls - That's me! My GER is the wonderful woman who made me, embraced me, fed me, my "Poo-stinky'diapers, chased me across the house, and down the stairs for me to laugh hysterically, I cuddled chubby little body closer to her, I was shocked to sleep, instead of my small hands, like me, my first step and have leaed to walk, read to me a very good book, I showed the images in all types of jouals, has taught me how to say my first word Mama! "He always listens to everything I say and you understand what I'm talking about better than anyone else can ... My Germany has loved me with all his days were heartSince BORNAND love my mother the same way "We are so happy, my ger (And she is my mom to granni) Noboby ever take their place in our lives - love with all my heart and soul andWe thank God every day for my Germany - She's A BLESSING IN ALL WAYResource 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 --
Monday, March 15, 2010
The marriage of Adam and Eve
The marriage of Adam and Eve ? Sex is dirty, we did not need them, "he said with joy, shaking tit.Poor Adam gazed on the ground, he can not fathom, is a moralist mirth.He once asked why he could not see the sex had and let them be.At last, he looked with a glossy eyeAnd fixed their suggestions without hesitation. Sex is not dirty, if our mind could be? He responded with wisdom and certainty? Nature commands that we need race-related bodies react with an unbearable need. Evening was quiet, thinking what to say? They have this argument, that your way, but I will not allow you to sow your seed, your eyes sparkling with lust list. Adam then thought of another list? Unsowed seed is the man of abuseAnd if not let me until the soilI'll anything with my effort. Ok, you can sow your seeds? Eve, in their response has begun to focus on? But I always giveWhat until you live. Together, they went in search of a priest? The two are linked, do not mate like animals? said the priest met at the way.Adam do not know what say.The priests and alongAdam heart sank, and rose in Eva's song.She knew that a slave for life, poor Adam had a wife.Adam knew that man needs many seeds mateAnd past a gate, but Eva does not allow this to happen nowFor has linked him with a vow.Rajesh Kano (Jack) is a published writer, lives and works in porcelain. Many of his stories, poems and articles have been published, including a book of stories, "Tales From China '(Lipstick Publishing).
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Beautiful Dreamer Stephen Foster, America s first Folk Song Writer
Beautiful Dreamer Stephen Foster, America s first Folk Song Writer ? Beautiful Dreamer? by Stephen Foster just before his death in 1864 at 37 years. The song became one of the best known and most popular. However, as with about 200 other songs that Foster wrote during his short life has no recognition or financial reward that deserved.Stephen Foster was America? First great songwriter, but he died with 38 cents in a leather bag and a piece of paper on which he had written some 'singing opera? dear friends and gentle hearts. Stephen Collins Foster was bo near Pittsburgh, on 4 July 1826, the same day that both Thomas Jefferson and John Adams died. Foster died in 1864, when he came to a fall at home, while the weak from fever. The fall cut the head and died in New York? S Bellevue Hospital shortly thereafter. Foster was suffering from alcoholism, for years before its accidental death.Young Stefano was able to play melodies on the guitar at the age of two, and at the age of ten, he played popular comic songs with local boys . At the age of 18 has written Blackface minstrel songs, the popular music of the day. In 21 years he composed the minstrel song? Oh! Susanna? to be a success, resung, repeated, and whistled over the country. In fact, the unofficial anthem of the Califoia Gold Rush later.Music two years was the publication in its infancy in those days, and the recorded music business do not? T is present. Stephen Foster has no royalties or fees for numerous publications and regulations? Oh! Susanna? in the coming years. In fact, he has the right songs and never a penny it.Over for the next ten years Foster wrote many songs, including? Swanee River (Old Folks at Home)? ? Site races? ? Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair? ? Old Black Joe? ? Nelly Bly,? ? Old Dog Tray "? and "My Old Kentucky Home. Stephen Foster eaed a little 'money by selling his songs to win bets, for some like a little' dollars. It 'been said that his songwriting him about $ 20,000 during the 15 or more years of his songwriting career.In 1935 adopted Florida? Swanee River? as a state language song, although Stephen Foster, or ever visited the Florida saw river. Chose? Swanee? since the two syllables fit the music he had written. Foster sold EPChristy? Christy minstrels? Blackface minstrel theater show, copyright? Swanee River? an unfortunate Decision.The song became a popular inteational folk melody, and has since the beginning of the collaboration with the tourism in Florida. Since 1880? The millions of people traveled to Florida to North Florida famous river.In 1928 Kentucky adopted? My Old Kentucky Home? as the official state song. Kentucky in 1986 has changed the second line of the song? Tis summer, the Dark are gay;? on? Tis summer, the people are gay;? for the apparent popularity of reasons.Because? My Old Kentucky Home? e? Swanee River? Many people have the impression that Stephen Foster was a southe gentleman. However, he has visited the South on one occasion, a steam trip to New Orleans in 1852.Stephen Foster spent his life mostly in Pennsylvania and New York. His father, William Foster Sr., spent many years in politics, working for President Harrison and win elections in two terms as mayor of Allegheny, Pa.Prior the Civil War Stephen Foster helped President James Buchanan, with the musical direction Buchanan of the joy of the club and writing music for the effort.During Civil War Stephen Foster wrote more than 70 songs, most of the songs, the patriotic war badly sold. During the war Foster? S alcoholism his health deteriorated until his death in poverty 1864.Two months after his death, Stephen Foster? S? Beautiful Dreamer? was in New York.Beautiful Dreamer by Stephen FosterBeautiful dreamer, after me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for you; Sounds of the world, rude during the day, Lull'd the moon all pass'd away! Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song, USA-woo, and I am with you soft melody; Gone are the problems of life busy throng, -- Beautiful dreamer, follow me! Beautiful dreamer, on the sea Sirens are chaunting wild Lorel; Over the streamlet vapors are boe, Waiting to fade at the bright coming mo.Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart, E'en in the moing on the streamlet and sea; Thus, all the clouds of pain unit -- Beautiful dreamer, after me !***************************** Gambe Garry is a public school teacher and entrepreneur. He writes articles about real estate, health and nutrition, and inteet dating services. He is the owner and
Friday, March 12, 2010
Three poems Dona Leonor s Revenge The Old Moon shared all parties in Spanish-English
Three poems Dona Leonor s Revenge The Old Moon shared all parties in Spanish-English 1) You? A Leonor? S Revenge [1627 AD] Rafael Ortiz? S Fate What we have on the plate Leonor one to do? SWhen arrived In Lima, Peru; To enjoy the beheading revengeFor By her husband. And so the plot? Now playing (In an alley) How, with the exception of trout! In SpanishTranslated by Nancy PenalozaLa leyenda de: La venganza de Leonor to make a (1627 después? S de Cristo) The fate of Rafael Ortiz Estaba sobre el plato Be done? A Leonor.Cuando Ella llegó? In Lima Pro? Sabor venganzaPor for the decapitaci? N De su esposo. Y entonces el complotFue llevado a su fin hours (In an Calleja? N) Destrip como ella? So Trucha! 2) The Old MoonThe wind, the wind? Moments Pass Step in years, years and years And the moon continue reading For me, with fear and incredible nights? Under the shadow of the twilight gone E 'alone, looking into the eyes; At dusk, you linger on, on the road How Sphynx? You follow me: look, look down, down on me?. This is a time between now and then I call it forever? And soon? But this? And between me and you? Me and You and the dusk is his secret moon.She eyes you know Flashing across the sky and the meadow Passing, passing in silence? Con? Flashing on the lawn and the sky !...# 474 2/5/2005Spanish VersionLa Vieja Luna [The Old Moon] Los Vientos, los Vientos? Momentos Pasanen Pasanen converti? Ndose it one? O, a? Os y m? A spirituality? Os Y la luna neighbor? A light produciendo Noches y sobre mi espeluznantes intr? Pidas? Bajo sus sombras en el pasajeras CREP? Schools She is? Sola, mirando de mis ojos; Al anochecer, nn rezagamos, a lo largo del Camino Como una Esfinge alive? She follows me: Mirando, mirando abajo, me? Ndome are they? Hay un tiempo entre ahora y entonces A esto llamo para siempre? Y ready? Pero esto me from YT? 3) shared pages [English version? N] is a time for young people The age and its pride; The man thinks he knows The other thinks, why; But the youth and the relationships ageWith divide? Are common side: life, death and desire, And a hope chest Never rests.Note: The poem is the author, after 25 years, is out of place, written in May l981, and the Northe Poetry Review, Anchorage, Alaska, by Dale A. Stirling, Editor / Publisher l980-86, Northe Poetry Review your comments? very smooth and transmit real feelings?. Author is not known when he was released from a previous anthologies, but feels up to this point has not yet been published and then for the first time in this series of poems. # 82In SpanishLados ComunesLa Juventud tiene su age Y su orgullo age; Piensa which one? L sabe, por el otro piensa qu? Pero la Juventud y la edadCon lazos separados? Tienen lados common: Life, death, and b? Squeda, Y una esperanza en el pechoEstos nunca descansan.Note: Este poema fue found después por el author? And a 25? Os siendo extraviado; writing Mayo, l981, a Poe y revisada por the review? s al norte, el anclaje, Alaska to Dale A. Stirling, Editor / Editor, l980-86, a review of Poe? s north, sus comentarios? muy sencillo y el Sentimiento true transport. The author is not aware si esto fue publicado por cualquier an earlier anthology, but this writing has not conociendo sido publicado, por consiguiente, por primera vez en este publicada en Juego poemas.Dennis Siluk, poet, his new book as " Spelling Andes, "and "Cold Kindness" in your website, or perhaps in some book Operations or
Thursday, March 11, 2010
The indescribable feeling
The indescribable feeling An indescribable feeling Streaming through my body A sensation of pain A feeling of sadness, It is a mixture of many emotions It's too big is too chaotic commotionIt It 'like a toado Or something stronger It is an indescribable feeling is strong sensationThe Like a firework in my head, Causes crackling in my head The explosion almost more more intense than that which can handleIt fear is like a mouth of fire in me Be a monstrous Trapped in my bodyThis creature in me The thing that keeps me alive In my body This is what this drama intimidatingWith as revenue My mind has started to have a sudden spasm, The trauma is permanently It 'important to me to be antagonized buy anxiety ask, you can And 'this really happens It may be true They are dreaming an indescribable feeling The sense of nostalgia The feeling of the need The sensation that does not The feeling that only causes more Paini feel I framed Framed by a horrible crime Something unforgivable Something that I will not be able to deal with It caused such traumatic sensationAn feeling indescribable One that is not for all men of experience That has never heard or known I can not, I am not a game for him Slate termanate Methis feeling is indescribable I will announce And all that remains is the silence, DarknessI'm calm and philosophy major and I am a great fan of Nietzsche work. I also have fins, that Marilyn Manson (Brian Weer) is very good philosophys (although controversal, and thecnically is not a philosopher, but of course I am not) I also enjoy many other philosophers, and are about a career with something to do with the philosophy and / or mesh. I am a very dramatic person and like everything to do with the theater, including theater. I also like photography!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Before we people Three Poems in Prose
Before we people Three Poems in Prose 5th DyingWhen old and my mother died, it was like blowing on a candle, almost as if he were ready for a vacation. If the death, I hope that is so easy for me, maybe live, it was much harder than to die in this moment (time and place) for them that Christ is in their coer, they felt much more secure, which has wanted, "she was not alone? t quite sure if the wind blow? in the air to blow the candle. Sunday shows the old and dying are wiser. # 1161 [2/2/06] A Sleepy prose Poem6.A Light Winter [In Minnesota: 7 February 2006] Outside the snow is light, is a thin winter. Now, in February, I don? T think that the earth fell asleep during this season; tired, because it can be a busy summer and autumn. I guess you can wait, and next year's sleep, and all of us to freeze hell. # 1189 Human 2/7/067.Before we are ahead of us, God to other people?, Do not Fret, the sky has its own way, your breath. In any case, these people of a time by hand prints on the walls many, many stone huts built, but that does not believe that seen.I say? Cleaver in their way? You see, we've been here before you? Who are you? enjoy the scenery there? sa short break. # 1188 2/7/06See Dennis' website:
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
My granni
My granni I never thought I would say my best friend? But this is what I had to do today, I had to abandon her forever? There was no other choice for me, before the fact or pretend to be correct, I had no idea?, How difficult would actually let go this huge part of me? Not tomorrow or never? My life without my own life granni here seems to be a game? By coincidence and questions? Questions that never end and have no answers, which begin to be able, we recommend the hole in the healing menor close to my heart and soul that seem to be feeling Lost, numb and empty completely empty? As I left no one to really follow? Living with respectShe was so much more than my grandmother, I knew you, before they left earthAnd so I said more than once or twice, because they have to know how very special? And I felt truly blessed to have my friend was without doubt the best? My granni took me more than anyone ever really see? E 'was an unspoken? Child of Love, without conditions and was far above the average normal caringAnd support for a grandchild? Or any kind of family you have more than herselfTo anyone in my life, nobody could have done what they have so much devotion to meWith absolute honesty and true feelings? Their loyalty was? Sincerely eteal So much that I cry now? And they want THATI had one day to spend their hands and try to accept your fears and their pain? This was about their bodies and their minds as never before? In our lives? If I honestly view 20 years of my life that are just here tomorrow? I can not explain how I feel today or how much pain I am in me? That will never be gone, no matter how long, so that this happens Ache remain forever with me? How special note is always with me and means so much? For me and my son? Jakob Thomas's "Baby Doll" And I promise not to forget what they did if they are still here for him? its just a great-grandchild? 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 --
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sweet Serendipity
Sweet Serendipity Sweet serendipity Continues to shine on me Open your eyes to see Do everything you want My jouey as a result of my treasure Find my destination Living authentically Practice spontaneousness Get rid of indecision Living with courage Becoming part of the day exhuberantly I express my full potential passion It is never limited by the reality of my But living within a victorious Through my faith and the reality within < Sweet serendipity When my efforts are made And the distance I? Go fully implement They say about me In love and life that I gained Go to the tragedy To succeed A mess To send a message The trap A step Apparent setbacks For immeasurable success As the pain In power Anxiety Creativity Danni In healing Crime In the sense Disaster Dynamic recovery Countless discoveries destination Realization of dreams Causing in the world To listen Shine on me sweet serendipity Make my life What you need! Paul Davis is author of Breakthrough for a broken heart a book tells us how to overcome disappointments and flowers in your dreams! 'It is a minister, life coach (relational and professional), fitness trainer, keynote speaker at the world professional, creative consultant, humor being, adventure capitalist, explorer, mediator, liberator and dream-maker . Paul 's compassion for people and passion for the jouey took more than 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: 407-282-1745 or RevivingNations@yahoo.com407-967-7553
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