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Choose a page number: 1 Literature RSS FeedsLover, I Want to Talk About - See, Crutch Carrier Soul Attender? You were always limping. What you thought was walking, a bird called 'injured', What you felt as stealthy, a lion knew it as consistent Luck's inconsistency ...Feed Source: ezinearticles.com Traditionally, These Sorts of Bean-Shiths Show Up at Night - Yes. Confirmation is now confirmed; that there's no guessing about the love it takes to gamble away the card table first, before the game gets better!... Confession - (Talking Through My Hat) - I made myself a point to squeeze me of you. I turned my soul to you and came back overrode by yours.... My Love - A Poem About One's First Love - This is a poem in which I wrote about 15 years ago, when I first came to know Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. In this article I first give an introduction to why I wrote the poem.... Goodness - Goodness, Grace & Glory From God - Blessings and goodness from above are for children who obey, who hearken to the Lord throughout their day. This you can do as you reject the internal weeds. Allow the goodness within to flow forth and breathe. God's goodness is all you truly need.... Sexually Starved Man - Burning Body Needs Fulfillment Sexually - Of course women don't seem to understand nor see because they are wired differently physically. Their emotions within governing predominately, but as for me it seems I often desire fleshly stimulation, gratification, bodily satisfaction.... Miracle Working God - Miracles, Miraculous, Miraculously Move Through Me! - God Almighty can touch, transcend, and move any time intervening and orchestrating manifestations and miracles. Miracle working God filling us with His love, life and Word making us oracles. Surprising as it may seem to take forgiven sinners as we. This is the plan of the miracle working Creator of the universe ironically. In this miracle working God we do rejoice and lift up our voice knowing assuredly in Him we miraculously live, move, and have our being.... Peace, Perfect Peace Within Enabling You to Win - Peace For Victory and Divine Release! - The power of peace births inner security. Peace does not need to be articulated. Peace is inwardly felt and propels personal success. Peace sustains, calms, and carries you forward. Peace fortifies you within and empowering you to win!... Joy Unspeakable Full of Glory, God Rewriting Your Life Story - Joy, Joy, Joy Overflowing With Glory! - Joy unspeakable and full of divine glory. Joy divine that rewrites your life story. The emotion evoked by euphoric well-being. The overflow of happiness mightily gladdening your heart and mind no matter the given time. There need not be any particular reason at all.... Caring and Cleaning - Caring, Cleaning & Comforting Hubby at Home - Thanks so much for all year long caring and cleaning our humble home, making it warm so our minds don't roam. Comforting and cuddling with me at night. Apologizing after we get in a verbal fight. Being tender and loving no matter what. Although I know it's sometimes not easy, you always make my heart feel wonderfully. Caring, cleaning, and comforting graciously.... Life in the 21st Century - Life in the 21st century can be quite complicated. Yet life divine is consistent and has not deviated. Life in simplicity need not be in form or functionality. Such characterizations minimize life's vitality. Therefore always live simply and simply live.... Childhood and Lineage - Eventually it Will Happen - Then there's the star gate prior to that patriarch who awoke one day and decided on another sir name. After all, wouldn't it be fairer to depict Adam and Eve without belly buttons or would that send people into the Amazon jungle looking for their 'roots'?... And With Nightfall Enveloped in the Shadow of My Brightest Day Gone - And with nightfall enveloped in the shadow of my brightest day gone, I saw her form lay up a blue hued glow about the Forest's floor, while otherworldly stacked and designed next to her, a stockpile of mittens ... Poem to Say Goodbye - In certain situations, saying goodbye can be a very tough experience. Mainly because we notice their presence through their absence, and we realize that we did not when they were present. Human beings have the tendency of behaving with the famous saying: "you don't know what you have until you lose it."... At the Same Table - At the same table, Friends and walking upwards, Freedom is sent by the labor of caring for your own continuance. That work is the break between the top and lower half wing in flight.... Not Set Aside Into This Pathway Called Mine - Enter a caravan of angels searching for a lost tomb, not God's, nor Jesus, not a man of earth, nor any of their own kind. An empty tomb, fashioned only by a legend, though one angel carried an ancient scroll.... Examples of Philippine Salawikain - Philippine salawikain are wise sayings that capture how Filipinos think and what Filipinos value. They reflect Filipino's attitude towards life and Filipino's philosophy. Philippine salawikain are very beautiful. They are form of Philippine literature.... I Heard it Last Night - A Careful Step - I heard it last night, the lapping of water against something large Upon itself, a tree who had fallen, the jawbone of a 'Zeus' as he lay resting? There are enough answers at the end of a question to prove its original intent to bring those wondering 'where to place their own answers' together. Into not a swimming-hole, rather into some stainless, focused eyelet.... Where Does the Quiet Expect Us? - Till the dawn whirls by a favorite meeting place, where the rocks are mountains and the oceans galaxies. Drawn by the thirsty throats of Grecian and Egyptian lovers, their horses tethered and wanting nothing in the plum green fields ... I Am Fortunate Tonight - Perhaps restlessness is pure. Confusion a divinity's prayer ... You and I - You and I: we could say that 'It was her who took that portion of your soul away.' And then wonder how that is possible, that another or a theme can inhabit our spaciousness, like Space, (owned space?) Though, isn't what 'we see' {what} we're supposed to see by being such a presence inside these eyes?... I Cannot Admit it to You - I remember imagining how cattail plumes might have gotten stuck in your hair had we played where I really wanted to play Though, that want, seemed not just far away, it was not even there, no time, no time ... Our Fabric - Someday a child will sign its signature for the first time and I'll see this, again and again; this love lives so to keep doing that All this talk about Death is just laziness and news.... Tall Green Fields - The rock is a mediator, the tree growing out of it is its secretary, and the painted initials all over it are its soul-itineraries. Tall, green fields waving 'Come closer' and
'Go away, over there, where we're trying to pull you.'... Do Our Phobias Notice Their Cures - You awake: you find yourself in a hollow egg, cave darkness There are two items with you, a big candle and a box of matches One voice says 'Why not?', while another says, 'There's only but
so much air in here and even less time to live if the flame's lungs are breathing it away too!'... Stalemate - I Heard the Ground Say it First - Stalemate. I heard the ground say it first, then my feet, ankles, knee caps, sex, waistline-tropics moved a little at the news. Then draining down, fast-hiding inside my bellybutton, it doesn't want to come out, the news.... Deep Blue Bridges - Broad cast nets, I am not in this yet Green moss-ways and jingling wandering; two boys looking for anything that can be called 'A first'. The dance of a million cells on fire, The one concrete, solitary cell, that sees no fire, except the bulldozer within, its engine thumping, the immense shoveling of light pink and cotton-white ... Dear Zinny - Dear Zinny: I couldn't stop staring at the picture that I found tonight, for the first time, of that hill I used to climb to get to preschool; yes, Rivermont Elementary School (At least 4 walls somewhere in there were baby-food-yellow ). You, father of my father, grandfather I never touched; would have, my small presence, in the waves of your long life surging, made a difference really, particularly since you had aimed at your-kind-of-shore so long ago, your kissing (and not making up) with mistress Typhoon and mistress Hurricane and mistress Ocean Earthquake and mistress Tsunami?... I Used to Say - I used to say things like, "It's humbling, isn't it?" Or, "I know, I know Truly, it's difficult, I know."... He Was With His Mother - He was (is) with his mother, Waiting 'In line', as they say. Though, this is only after they've ceased to read the legend of themselves through the eyes of a blind man, that such witnessing becomes recollection.... Some Nights - Some nights: no sound from an 'important place' It feels like I am a flashlight in the hands of another's life looking Windmills shake, The Earth glistens with sand No storms, The moon says to the sun, "Could you turn it down a little?" The sun replies, "Yes, though only after you're not so full of yourself, when you're new again."... We Do Not Know - We look up, because we can; there was a time when cloud-shapes had no humanness netting them There was a time when I was a fish knitting myself into an ocean ... I Buried My Fingerprints - Two needs cannot always make a fulfillment; that's where the mystery steps, and it's where it also hovers ... My Side of the Sky - Do you remember this sort of fun? To see how big a piece you could unglue and toss into the galaxy to bring about an additional continent mass or to veil a supernova explosion from sensitive eyes, wide awake from drinking too much green tea?... A Request - You are my incomplete thirst. My heart selected you now, now come nearer to me. It's a request .... A Funny Story About Man & God! - Mystery, Darkness is Light; It all starts with a singularity. No laws of space, or time; A point every mathematician fears, It's a black hole, It's infinity.... The Days - A Poetic Tribute to Juan Parra Del Reigo - Here is a poem to the greatest poet Peru has produced in a hundred years. All year, knowing you're dead, I've sat in two hard-pillowed chairs. Looking out the windows, being sad, With human melancholy, trying to restart. Those days in which you lived your poetry- (in translating, editing, and selecting your best).... The Love Story & Some Said She's Fake - It's basically just about a guy I really like and somewhat about on conversation we had one night on December 5, 2008. And the second one I wrote out of my own plain boredom it's sort of about one of my close friends that overdosed on November 30, 2008 and it effected how I react to a lot of things.... Fresh Inspiration - Inspiration For Creation and Manifestation - Fresh inspiration sustains me. Impart within peace and tranquility. Empower me to help a needy humanity. Remove from me hindrances many. Come God Almighty, breathe on me with inspiration fresh and revive me!... A Relaxing Way to Share Poems - Poetry readings are venues where writers can share their works in front of a friendly audience. Unlike other venues like in the classroom or writing workshops where listeners are expected to voice out their criticisms of the poems being read or discussed, in poetry readings, criticisms are not encouraged. Poetry reading is a far more relaxed way to share poems than in a structured classroom discussion or workshop setting.... The Four Faces of Bayon - At the core of the Buddha's philosophy is the notion that deep human suffering is an endemic part of our everyday experience. As we become willing to realize the enormous scope and depth of human suffering, we can begin to cultivate a state of mind that will begin to diminish the ill effects of its daily impact.... Gentleness - Tender Gentleness to Live Large and Love Long - Gentleness, the quality that exudes divine grace displaying class and high social station. Gentleness a blessing to every people and nation. Gentleness to be kind, amorous, and amiable.... Rompryska, My Erotic Dream - Another poem about the young lady by the name of Rompryska, who has inspired so many other of my works and even a book named after her. Rompryska, be erotic and this poem also captures some of that which the imagination can only envision.... Poems From Simphonia Poetica - The poem is dedicated to the Christian men and women who operate in the dark. The Lord Jesus Christ said, "Come to me, all of you who are weary and loaded down with burdens,and I will give you rest" (Matthew 11:28, ISB).... Loyalty - Loyalty, the Key to Relational and Professional Harmony - Loyalty, the key to relational and professional harmony. Loyalty is an expression of love, sustaining any marriage and family. Loyalty propels professional success and is a necessary quality of the heart to achieve greatness. Loyalty lifts your life to live honorably and be all you can be.... Intricate Fire - The mind empowered with desire - The heart upon a dragon's back - From depths of hell, Intricate Fire Spring into life! And don't look back!... Haunted House - In the haunted house dead are living and living are not-quite-dead and each day is a death of the soul. in the haunted house air shatters against the lungs and the water runs down into the basement and dissolves all inside. there is memory of the dead and the death of the memory is desired but desire is itself expropriated and the knife cuts into the soul.... Cool Water Spring - Your soul is a cool water spring on a hot summer day Bathing my heart with your soothing caressing resplendor; In it are ripples and ponds and from miles away It pours upon me - your gentleness, kindness, candor - Washing away all the agony and the dirt Washing away all that is untrue and polluted Taking away all the nastiness, pain and hurt And livening my heart with your fantastic beauty. Your soul that dissolves all world's harshness, but is herself pure - Your soul, so ... Poem to My Daughter - The umbilical cord is blue, The placenta is black and red, The newborn's skin is purple, And now, I'm a dad. It took seven minutes - No more than that, My love stands, leans on me, Then comes out a head And then - an announcement To all alive: The baby is here - Greet her, husband and wife! How do I feel Do you suppose When you reach for my eyes Or snatch at my nose ... The Bubble - We made a bubble of our minds - Connected over the distance - Our nerves together intertwined. And in their center, Our Existence - Heartbeat to heartbeat - will to will - Passion to passion - and to reason: Keeping us in there from the chill In every day - in every season. And in the middle - in the core - Were our own centers: In this bubble They will be there, forevermore, All times protected from the trouble.... Sweet and Sour - Conditions of the Heart - Sometimes sweet, sometimes sour. This is the reality of our days and hours. Believe in the best of humanity and prefer being sweet over sour. Otherwise this great love and sincerity your anger will devour. Guard your heart lest bad attitudes make you sour.... Bicycling in Ohio - I wrote this poem in honor of my days cycling the back roads, farmlands and gigantic arid deserts laced with giant trucks of my old teenager Ohio days. I bicycled for over 3000 total miles, going back and forth from Pennsylvania to Indiana and circuitous routes also within the state. The biggest deal was always those huge interstate trucks, threatening to blow us into their tracks and kill us. Ouch!... Cheers to the Year Ahead! - This is a poem for the year ahead. Although, you should remember the year gone by in a positive way, you should also be ready to get ahead. This is about making goals that will help you make a plan. Goals are plans of action that are important for organizing your life. They should be achievable and not far out of reach, make sure to set them for the year ahead.... Walking From November 26-27, 1999 to July 14, 2008 - Here, the breeze plays with everyone, no matter the ribbon's record of typed out joy or desperation; all is flowing tonight. I hear the drums packed away in their boxes, being drums.... God Rest the Children - God rest our merry children, let nothing them dismay. Let nothing scar their pure young hearts, this blessed Christmas Day. May they still believe in magic, the tinsel and the tree. May nothing mar their happiness or taint their innocent glee.... Wrestling With the Swan - Much towards heaven flows undone, Re-erasing groves of searching, experience, learning, There! In tonight something sits firmly, No decision ... So Much is in Journey - So naive is desire, that it rests upon a satchel of muscles and canes, To what cost does a moment's spending stop? Under some gigantic bridge she lays imagining with an attitude of waiting ... Let it Be This Way - December 28, 1999 Let it be this way. Arrive sun and moon, Two fishermen by the subterranean shores, At a hatchery, perhaps a sunken, entombed and roofless building once, Its walls now a pond-side and white mirroring surface, Damp, Like a mother's womb. Catching a silvery fish, Small, compact, rather stout and plumpy, Like a finned bull or sitting duck ~ Nestled beak between its shoulder blades, Then the second, A gold fish, ... Seance Eyes - Do you remember that lifetime of arguing we did on the planet Earth? And the news, the sensation of how Myth kept crocheting from one ball of yarn into another and back again, round after round, asking 'Where is my body, my body?... I Do Not Remember - I am the one in charge of checking for the heartbeats belonging to the 'other side', the fallen and hidden-beneath-things-beings who have lost their voices. Who so often accidentally call out for help from the side they think lost ... That's Not It - That's not it and it is also an Isn't while I'm taking myself off the shelf, so to see me putting it back, that same book of growing together pages and only by the sunlight in my reading hand. An outward curiosity; wide open vista buttoning up for a cool walk into itself, snowdrifts and dried up, snow covered, slippery river rocks and boulders who do not say so, ... It's a Long Song - A snake swallows her, then the owl swoops down, breaking the snake into, scoops up the egg and is tending to its safety. The sun and moon quickly rise and fall for several weeks, while the dream is seconds ... I Believe It's a Mountain - We never forget our laughter. The awe stays inside and dives deep beneath a sensation of the first bee sting ever ... The Sounds of Children - The sounds of children, that was my first memory as I lay there covered in maple leafs, To my left and right there were silent, though very busy, swallows, building their mud nests; droplets of clay everywhere. Right now, I could hear my childhood flowing through my heart, while the smells are only memory; I'd have to get up and do some cooking to really be specific.... The Border - There are no guards along the border, Just crazy pictures in the wind, Screaming through a wire fence, That no one can defend. What we knew so well in the beginning, By taking just one glance. As we close our eyes to future scenes, And let the angels through the fence. Slipping into the valley, Where the border runs so straight.... It's Dark Inside My Pocket - I remember walking with you, Through the ancient campus. I couldn't speak to you, Through all your lies.... What, The Do Nothing Generation is President? - This poem is to celebrate the oncoming presidency of Barack Obama, without being racist and while being snarky. He's "one of us." He's 47 years old, and I'm 48, so we're from the same generation.... Pregnant Because I'm Pregnant - Long Version - And I'm telling it to whatever's out to "get me" That I'm pregnant. I'm secretly hoping to whatever Gods there be That I'm pregnant. And I watch to the stars and I dream about Mars, And I eat nothing but sterling silver golden screaming candy bars. So I'm pregnant.... Christmas Presents Or Christ's Divine Presence? Christmas Gone Awry, When For Presents We Do Cry - Surely Christmas has gone desperately awry, when for presents we do manipulate and cry. While entirely neglecting the reason why, Christ the Savior of the world was born. Did humbly come to earth and was crucified. Why then all the selfishness of pursuing gifts under the tree, while we simultaneously allow ourselves to be robbed of internal peace and tranquility? We've replaced Christ with stuff and things materially, which mesmerize and leave us afterward feeling empty.... Suffering and Success - Surviving Seasons of Suffering and Birthing Success - Seasons of suffering, never desirable come upon us all. God help you in them to stand tall, battle, and not fall. Let the fighter in you arise and overcome as you transcend all troubles. Overcome all obstacles. Conquer all circumstances.... All About Valentine Poems - On Valentine's Day presenting in a different way out will help you to move ahead. Generally, people present a bouquet, chocolates or flowers to handle the matter in a very simple way rather than personalized poem to your loved one.... More Than Diamonds - One I Cherish - First Poem - More than Diamonds. To me you are more than diamonds, More precious than jewels; Your one of a kind and hard to find, You will always be in my mind. You are my fuel that keeps me running, You are a spark that ignites me. I would dive to the deepest sea to find a key, Therefore, I can unlock your heart.... Apsara (A Traditional Dance) - They perform the Celestial Dance A Divine Ritual for the Heroes of their Land. Historical reports indicate that Apsaras are ancient deities who have mastered the fine art of the celestial dance. As mythological figures, they were known to dance in divine palaces and entertain their fallen heroes. The term Apsara has been translated into the English language as "nymph", "celestial nymph" and "celestial maiden".... Dedicated to My Aunt Katusia - Katusia, be what she is referred to lovingly by my inner feelings. Though her name of birth be Gladys,
whilst to me beloved aunt.... Painting Words and the Andes Have Eyes - The weaver and their sweating hands faces and expressions, meats and potatoes ! The miners and the dirt around their faces! It's all life in the raw, sweat upon brows, brows, and more brows-; no answers!... Only the Fool - In today's society so many people doubt the existence of God. God is so awesome and this world is fearfully and wonderfully made - how can you doubt this?... She Loved the Leaves - She loved the leaves; the way they never fell perfectly, like dominoes would have it, if they could. She stepped outside one early morning and simply stood, looked, swore that the sun had forgotten to rise, then slowly, it came to her, a spotted fawn and the aha, that the clock had stopped long ago, a very long ago..... Replenishment - Portals - And so often, when the stairs did receive the concentrated slow patterback footsteps, while the corner at the left entrance to the kitchen stayed unrepressed, doorless, curious, she emerged round the corner, like an oak tree gently tilted a few inches from absolutely vertical from a previous evenings one hundred forty mile an hour winds ... Weeds Upon My Fingertips - Weeds upon my fingertips; see? When I heard the door slam ahead of her fingertips, I knew, she knew, the door knew, the lock too We all knew that the future demonstrated (as always) some sort of togetherness no one condoned.... Parallel to That - Parallel to that who seems never to fail, the birth bed, the death bed. Staring soul, gauzed by a flesh called 'face', at spinning Mars, rubies and sapphire dots. I still see you.... Abigail - Do Not Be Afraid to Look Back - Do not be afraid to look back, to be witness to the burning city. It is the ash-creator of your new conscience-lover, the only kiss you'll never miss.... She's There - She's there, on the porch, in a chair made from a single chain, Children bring her buckets of white, brown and green eggs, She holds two at a time, one in each hand, breaking them on her knees, The porch is a swirling platform of flies, yolks, tiny finch prospectors ... Lady Strange From Rouen - Mon Catherine cher, for it now seems so long ago almost another life or dreams never realized that ours was for only memories remain in a mind lacking in certainty of authenticity. Mon Catherine cher, the score plus two have buried my emotions shared for the one who had seen five more years then I upon the last of teens and innocence.... Losing Those We Love - It has been said that human beings are the only life on earth that knows that they will perish. This may be so but knowing that death is unavoidable does not make it any easier to deal with.... Life As We Know It - Life is good and sometimes we need only take a walk in the forest to be gently reminded. It is quiet here. It is serene. It is as it was planned. Enjoy, but don't misuse.... The Cottonwoods - In the summertime the cottonwoods were green, And they rattled with the wind Whispering secret dreams that only boys of nine could hear Surrounded by magic and belief While underway with arms outstretched, Mighty ships upon the sidewalk's cracked and buckled waves. Wind-filled shirts sailed them through balmy days And seduced them with the scent of mountain slopes Still cold from winter's snow.... Who Are You to Say, Who Or What Makes Him or Her a Poet? - People have strange idea's on what they think a "Poet" should be and that's why I decided to write this very short but informative article as to why they should not have some of those pre-conceived idea's of a "Poet". Enjoy!... The Night Changed and I Didn't Die - Twenty years ago I ate a cold, wet stone. It was the night I was gone to lay my life down. All of my life I wanted to get something done. And I had to save someone's life to end mine. It was my dark-maned gorgeous sister led me there ... How to Make Money Writing Poetry - If you are passionate about poetry you can make money writing poetry. All over the world there are poetry lovers just like you who will become your fan and buy every work of art you release.... Stepping on a Landmine - As you walk down any city street you can see them Torn flesh and obliterated bone.Missing Hands, Arms Legs and Feet. They are the survivors of landmine explosions.... Sonnet Examples - Understanding Petrarchan and Shakespearean Sonnets - Sonnet is a lyric poem of single stanza which consists of fourteen lines. There are two types of rhymes in sonnets. They are Italian or Petrarchan sonnets and English sonnets or Shakespearean sonnets. This article will help understand the formation of the rhythmic pattern and the development of sonnets and the rise of sonnet sequences.... My First Date - You Are Mine and I Am Yours - My first date with you was wonderful. It was magnificent and great, Even though things did not go according to plan. However, I still had a good time.... The Sensation of Doubt - There's a young and old poet sitting at two separate windows in the same house. On a cold winter night, they're both experiencing The Doubt, the yearning for some 'love-pause' in this cyclic thoroughfare called 'I am'.... I Awoke - I awoke, it was late evening in the jungle and in myself. There were soft presses on my chest and legs, periodically, not rhythmical. The moon had risen far ahead of me, sitting up in its one, great, Plain White, Saying 'new beginning, new beginning', so many times, that I wondered if it had noticed that in-between saying the phrase (so many times) that there remained What It Was, that is, the moon itself saying 'new beginning' over and over again?... Night Changed I Didn't Die - This poem resulted from an incident in 1986, the very same year that Dr. King was finally nominated as what King County was named after, and so no longer was King George the named person of Seattle's own county. I also have named our small white hatchback Japanese car "Marty" in celebration of the nice man. He seems to have put some freeway noise where it was needed.... I Walk in the Midst - Behold I walk in the midst of the rain, 40 days and 40 nights I cried from heaven tears of pain. My people worketh with mighty iniquity and few had inside of them the love for me ... Age of a Coming Rainbow - The rainbow was gray on the little b & w TV in the high school music room (1968), no music that day. Only the echo of thunder. Those who would, could move us - lead us to a better place their voices were stilled - silent But it was still an age without rainbows until the drought of the human heart persuaded a cleansing rain to descend here below.... John Milton's "Paradise Lost's" Exhibit - Yesterday, I attended the John Milton's Paradise Lost's exhibit (until January 14) at the Morgan Library & Museum located at Madison Ave & 36th Street in Manhattan. It is highly recommended. I was first introduced to John Milton and his masterpiece by one of my favorite high school teachers - Dr. Lambert - he taught me in Honors English, and he is English born and an alumnus of Cambridge University.... A Cambodian Beggar - As I reached for my ketchup an unlikely pair of eyes met mine. Dressed in a bright orange robe, this barefooted young monk had the most incredulous look upon his face.... Broken Dreams - A woman who sees herself in dreams. She braves all her troubles through smiles and elegance. She portrays a smart and strong spirit to camouflage her pain. Yet, when she goes to sleep, she does not escape her demons. She needs to confront them, head on.... Copyright © 2009, QualityHosting4U's Link Exchange. All Rights Reserved. |
