From Greece to our times,
They have sung to Love
Millions of times,
Never giving up,
The Hope of finding it.
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Nothing is pure
Today,Nor meant to, beautifully stayEven love has been beatenAway,By vulgar, animal likeCoupling,That instead of loveIs made of drugsAnd vulgarity,Vile, ugly thingsThat real loveShould never say.There’s nothing good or pure today,When will I learn it’s just that wayMaybe I saw too many films, in whichTrue love would always winBut that’s now gone and far awayAs is…
Runaway love
The music of TimeHas left youAlone,In the hourglassOf solitudeWith unfulfilledDesiresAs your song.Runaway loveWith no place to goHidden behind pillarsOf smoke,As the fog comes inFrom the SeaSinging its lonely,And sad, melody.
To feel and feel,
Beauty, LoveEternal Eden,When poems launchTheir sweet perfumeWho can resistTheir fatal swoon,For once your capturedBy their charm,You’ve lost allPower, to disarm.And so it isWith Poetry,A love so pureA love so freeSo full of peaceAnd dignity,That helps you liveThat helps you beCloser to love’sGreat Mystery.
God Bless he,
A moment stopped,And Beauty trapped,Captured forever,By its Lenses.
That last Spring
In a spotCalled, ‘Primavera’Was the last Spring,Of our life, together.Life courts death,So unattended,And so cruelSpring’s rebirth,Not,Always intended,For us, human fools.Who don’t realizeThat our lives,Are fragile flowersMade of crystalThat can shatterAt any momentWithout notice,Without rule.
Can’t let myself go,
I’d like to tell you,Is chocking me so!Confession are not easy,Without hearts on trial,Forced to declare,Love’s incessant flow.For it does flow,And pulsate, you knowIn our sinuous veins,Like passionate fireThat burns and remains,Not my fault to love you,Love just happensAnd you don’t know why,Sometimes you want to laughAnd other times, just cry.
From Greece to our times,
They have sung to Love
Millions of times,
Never giving up,
The Hope to find it.
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To use language,
Is such an abuse!It’s more than a sin,It’s using a unique gift,Just to win.
To love, be loved,
What greater love,In Life can be?But never to have loved at all,Nor heard of Paradise, the call,A somber life without romance,Like living in an empty trance,A solo, sad and tragic dance.
In Art as in Life
Not always,Everyone’s dreams.
Yes, we care,
Help one another,What rewards,For Humane Souls,Like no Other!
Can words transport?
A Poet, I do not know personally,Has planted voyage deep inside of me,Excited by the worded flight,I read on with such great delight,Her Magic Metaphors appear,Sending my feelings out of gear.The World she opens has no doors,The land she writes on has no shores,Unlimited, her verse is free,Of all falsehood, banalityPoetic Fantasy is she,A source…
For a poem to reach out,
For it to communicate,It can be happy also tragic,For it to remain with you,It must have deep love in it too.
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you just bombed his country
back into the stone age.
dont tell me:
‘it’s not what Jesus would want.’
you just killed
the people that he fed.
dont tell me:
‘it’s not what Jesus would teach.’
you keep burying women and children
right next to the oil fields.
dont tell me:
‘it’s not what Jesus would die for…’
you’ve been nailing him
to that cross for 2000 years!
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black eyed, hungry teeth,
displaced, desolate,lives packed on borrowed trucks.padlocked doors, Wall Street roars,dead soldiers coming home.street corners, somebody’s daughter,selling shadows wrapped in dreams.religious freaks, hangman’s noose,dark glasses see only white!Christians and Muslims, russian roulette,hollow threats and doomsday lies.starving children, doors locked,faces turned away.!oil rigs pumping, dry humping,the earth screams, ‘it’s rape’!protesters marching, riot squads,take away your rights.prisons full,…
i am the last rebellion,
i am the faces of lost bodies,names written in blood.i am the call to battle,armed by the heart.i am the silence that knows,the darkness that takes.i am poverty’s shadow,and the language of need.i am the anger of the beaten,i am the field forsaken.i am the tint of skin,and the color of the eyes….the song of…
a man cannot, and should not,
possesses. the only true judge-ment comes in what he does withhis time, to redeem his time…by the actions he becomes in thebattle to restore dignity andhumanity to the human race.we are then what we give…ourwords must follow the flesh aroundour hearts, must be defined bycompassion…true deliverence is deliverencefrom the apathetic, , , true freedom,freedom from…
lonliness…
my grandmother’s kitchen,after working outside all day.rain, just before it falls,a fresh plowed field.my mother’s old Bible,a fireplace too long unused.old nuts, your pillow,the old pine tree that felland lay rotting in the yard.a well oiled glove,the tractor in the barn.your hair, a rose just opened,the box too longin the back of the closet.
we go to war because we’re
because we are fed the propagandaof the elite, who use the bodiesof our young men and women tomake change!because we have been numbed byignorance, and have been led likesheep to the slaughter…because we are afraid to take onthe responsibility of being human!because by our indifference we allowourselves to be!
We are the voice
The ear they mostWant silenced.We, the hearts, theyMost fear, bound.We, the souls, theyCant stop, fettered.We, the bodies, thatBring their fall.We, the question, thatTurns the page.We, the words, ofConscious change.We, the breath, ofHuman endeavor.We, the voice,They cannot still.
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how many nails have you driven?
how many cows have you milked?
how many fields have you plowed?
how many women have you loved?
how many loves have you lost?
how many sick children
have you sat up with?
how many diapers have you changed?
how many double shifts have you pulled?
how many fights have you won or lost?
how many times have you got knocked down,
and then got back up?
how many times have you stood up,
when everyone else stayed seated?
how many times have you spoke out,
when everyone else remained silent?
how many times have you given,
more than you could give?
no, dont tell me
(that you’re a man) …
prove it to yourself!
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who to blame?
pointing fingers, lookingfor who to blame forwars, poverty, injustices,disease, overpopulation,racism, enslavements,hunger, homelessness.who to blame?men, women, white people,Muslims, conservative Christians,right-wingers, gay people, straight people,the elite, illegal immigrants.wake the hell up!all of us bear equalresponsibility in this blame.we are all a part of the cause.we are all a part of the cure.if we spent half as much…
down by the river, down on the street,
smokestacks that no longer smoke.past the run down tenements,past the vacant store fronts.to fires that dont burn, and……engines that dont stroke.down the road, leaving the city behind,there’s miles and miles of fields,stone silent and turning brown.tractors rusting in the sun,a bucket by the well…old house lies empty, falling down.the sea of hands lost forever;red and…
this old spicket
having stood the testof time and weather,heat and cold….surrounded by weeds,occasionally coveredby a lone spider’s web…rusted and tarnished…..just waiting….for someone toturn the knob!
overpopulation, deforestation,
who gives a damn?educated hobos, West Point Nero’s,girl cant keep on her clothes,kingdoms in the sand…sexual confusion, holy transfusions,nuclear fusion…time is running out!on the edge of class wars,subjugated workforce,pimp kings and crack whores,consumed by fear and doubt.thoughts seered by fire, drunk on desire,fake prophets, well paid liars,nothing’s what it seems…puppeteers well hid, never know what…
when you plant a seed
water it, work it, weed ittill it grows… you’ve writtenthe best poem you’ll ever write.when you make a baby,waiting and planning for birth;and you raise this child to adulthoodwith respect… you’ve writtenthe best poem you’ll ever write.when you live your lifeworking honestly, givingall that you are and can be,never holding back… you’ve writtenthe best poem…
what child is this
leaves me sleepless,and filled with anguish?those eyes staring at meacross the miles of darkness…hungry, lost, afraid….i cannot shake this image,this feeling eats at my soul….who are you?where are you?what can i do to help?