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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Preserving dignity
- No one should have to beg or crawl before humanity. No one should have to scheme to procure philanthropy.No one should be outcast for simply being different. No one should be found guilty ere proven he's not innocent.No one should be employed based solely on color of skin. No one in high positions should think themselves sovereign.No one should be denied the human...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Cruel world
- Azra, Azra, Wake up Azra. Wake up Azra, It is time to go. Go where you must But hate to do so. Azra, it hurts me to say, But you are the way. Wake up Azra, You have to go.Azra, Azra, You are made of gold, But the gold, I cannot hold.Wake up Azra, you must go. I know Azra, The world is cruel world. This world is not yours or m...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Africa
- AFRICA (to africans in diaspora)africa here i come, africa africa of the black soul the soul of an ancient culture the culture of your timid tribes.its your voice i hear africa your voice of the talking drums your beaded drums and the royal trumpeter the metal gong of your town crieri have come to see your music dance i have heard of your ag...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - In the mountans of haiti [a poem: in english and spanish]
- In the Mountains of Haiti(In the City)-July is a hot month-sweating Poverty out on every street (In Port de Prince); mixingMemory with desire causes stirring. Not much rain in Haiti (in 1986); Summer kept us busy, building A medical clinic, in the mountains?.(In the Mountains)-A new life, for the dried-up village. With only a shower of su...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Three poems: liberty, death, and a frog [with commentary on liberty]
- Frog SummerSummer grows hot, for the New-blooded frogs; The bugs are thin, yet the Frogs stay fat, young and sassy. In these palsy times-they Only listen, as we wither away.Night fritters-away in sleep. The morning brightness comes late, Among my pithy-jointed bones-; Frogs annoy me, as my clay loosens.Rain drops for the frog. The New survi...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Burning autumn leaves [a poem in spanish and english]
- Burning Autumn Leaves [1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]My long steel pointed rake punctured And twisted through tons of autumn leaves (back in the '50s); And there's a hill yet, I didn't rake, I see Behind it, two embankments Leaves I didn't rake a day ago; The essence of fall sleeps on the ground. I love the scent of burning leaves: I seem to dream of them...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Tale of the: old hunter and the golden hare [in spanish and english now]
- There once lived an old man and his goodwife On the edge of the thick of the woods; They lived in an old run-down shack For forty-years and some. The old man hunted for his living, And his wife sewed on her lap.He once was hunting in the woods, The marshes were high with game When the waters rise, many animals die And he thought (as always), 'Such a shame.'...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Shadows of the andes; ollantayambo; and cesar vallejo [poems in english and spanish]
- 1) Shadows of the Andes [or: Song to the Andes]I shall blend-in, into theMountains- Into the faintest thinShadowsof the mountains! Like the moss on moistenedStoneLike a leaf blown far fromHome?(freshly fallen)!I shall blend-in, clingingTo the mountains- Into its faintest thinShadowsNote: when I arrived ...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - The lull of twilight [over mantaro valley] in english and spanish
- Twilight, was now beginning. As forthe sun, it was down-down over the Mantaro Valley of Peru. The softness of the Valley's mist, covered everything; from the Andes to the Valley?and through(then I noticed)?the color of charcoal blended into earthand sky-; ebbing between this was the mystery of twilight (the parting of day, for the birth of night)...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Three poems: dona leonors revenge; the old moon; common sides [all in spanish/all in english]
- 1) Doña Leonor's Revenge [1627 AD]Rafael Ortiz's fate Was on the plate Of Doña Leonor'sWhen she arrived In Lima, Peru; To taste revengeFor the beheading Of her husband. And so the plot?was now played out (in an alleyway) As she gutted her trout!In SpanishTranslated by Nancy Penaloza...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - A hundred and fifty dead [korean war--l952]
- There I sat, ninety-five degree weatherOutside; the bookstore café, was cool.An Old Timer stood by me, explaining:"There were two-hundred of us on the Island,Near North Korea, back in '52-We guarded 16,000-prisners?"All of a sudden, all hell broke looseThree-hundred North Koreans cameOver the bob-wired fence, in pur...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Storm rising along the lima coast
- Storm Rising along the Lima Coast [Summer of 2002]?wind was blowing furiously It never left for a moment Bursts of fury I found it difficult to keep My feet placed, thus, I clung to my knees For one blissful moment I could not now disguise it From myself Some subtle feeling Manifested itself Then the current drew Sharply away from me ...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Feelings, o how glorious!
- Sometimes we feel hard-pressed, Our backs against the wall; Sometimes we feel lightheaded, As if we are going to fall.Sometimes we feel fierce anger At those who misuse guns; Sometimes we feel ashamed Of how we treat God's little ones.Sometimes we feel excited, As when a birthday nears; Sometimes we feel withdrawn And retreat to inner spheres...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - The game of life
- When your life becomes unbearable And the light of promise ceases to glow, When all your dreams and aspirations Lie dormant on ambition's death row.When you feel that all is hopeless, Life troubles just seem to abound. When those you thought were supporters Are suddenly nowhere to be found;When weary from the struggle of trying And you wonder to yourse...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Life is a fantasy
- LIFE IS A FANTASY!A pink-eyed rabbit, fuzzy whiteHops in bedrooms filled with frightA child of six with much to knowHer father's basest feelings showShe knows of LOVE, only through himHe satisfies his every whimHe leaves, she wipes himfrom her chin!Her mother NEEDS to see the bestHe answered her God requestTo have ...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Tale of the brick maker, of san jeronimo, peru [in english and spanish]
- Tale of the Brick Maker, Of San Jerónimo, Peru [A Cup of Sorrow]-1In the Andean mountains, within theMantaro Valley region of Peru, Isolated, secluded, tranquil, is the littlevillage of San Jerónimo. Near the village, here lay the fertile valleywith bent-grass, and huge Mountains stretching northbound,...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - House of the goblin [part two of three/with notes]
- House of the Goblin [Part Two of Three]Here is where, where the air is stillAnd the mountains shadows disappear! Here is where, unnumbered spirits dwellWhere harp and memory expire?Where the rainbow-leaps, from itsStoreroom-keep, and cries; And the sands along the oceans coastEcho then die?as in sleep?;And where enchantment turns into ghouls!......
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Two poems written during recovery
- Since my wife and I are moving, or preparing to move, we've been going through our things as most people must, to prepare for the new location, and in doing so, I found two poems, ones I wrote in 1990, now 15-years old, never published, and so I'd like to publish them today. I was a heavy drinker up to 1984 (some twenty years drinking), when I quite, and so these poems must have something to do wi...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Key largo - frater albertus
- Key Largo:The fans turn lazily in front of the doorThey open wide showing mangroves galoreAn egret in the everglades stalks its preyHaltingly it walks along its wayOn another bright and sunny dayA woman's floppy hat shades her beauty not so brittleThe silken scarf that holds the hat flutters just a littleShe pauses in the threshold of ...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Testimony to the night [in english and spanish]
- In the quiet of the arctic night- In its deep northern skies, Dim are the lights, in its coldEvening frost?! Even the stars of the arctic Seem silently stone frozen!Here, here is where you find Peace and the beast within-! Remote, no ears or wordsTo clutter the mind To entrench the throat; Here, here is where you die?(for a moment)....
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - The cat
- Truth is stranger than fiction according to many people who have seen what happens around me and to them, on many occasions. Sometimes I have had others affect me in the same way. This is part of the story told in my article The Man who Loved Jail.The Cat:the cat meowed and moved slowly out of his wayhe knew it wanted somethingbut it didn't come to his outstretch...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Commuting hell!
- It's dark, it's cold, its' just six thirty,thoughts of sleep still dull my brain,As I huddle down, inside my coat,a commuter clone, just waiting for a train.Insidious rain, just drizzling down,through weak light of creeping dawn,Paper sandwich bags and old coffee cups,blowing past, look so forlorn.We huddle together, like a colony of penguins...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Song of the great zimbabwe, and silver and inca blood [poems and notes]
- "Song of the Great Zimbabwe"Across the African, winter's skyIn the Southern edge of Zimbabwe Looking down from the Hill ComplexFrom on top, of an Ancient Rock O'er the mountains steep-:A, vista I've longed to see, residesA site, I've longed to meet-; Thus, dwells, within this African Valley,Among the greatest of man's feats? The g...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Ambiguity and abstraction in bob dylan?s lyrics
- To many people contemporary poetry is a turn-off. The reason for this is that the majority of these poems are boring. They are so because they fail to enable people to identify with them. The bulk of modern poetry is no longer about reader identification but about information transfer, information that could just as easily be conveyed in a prose form. These poems are written merely to convey the p...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Ode to: the ice maiden of ampatos summit [now in: english and spanish]
- DedÃÂÂÂcate to Antonio Castillo. L. Of. Los Andes UniversitarioOde to:The Ice Maiden Of Ampato's SummitEnglish VersionPart One The ClimbIn the spring of my life, in my villageBy the Andes, I awoke one morningTo find I was chosen for a journeyHow shall I say: to the summit of Ampato!Ampato, our sacred mountainI clim...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Africa - wheres the profit?
- A poetic comment that just welled up inside my head ? why cant we just do something ? before many more are dead?How pious those politicians are, When up there on T.V. Saying that, all the things they do, They do for you and me.I don't remember requesting weapons, Or to send my sons to war. Just how many tons of food, Would all that money provide for?I ...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - The merchant of copan [in english and spanish]
- English VersionThe Merchant of Copan [480 AD]Advance: The ballgame at the Honduras courtyard in Copan, the year was 480 AD, Copan's 3rd ruler, Mat Head, whom succeeded Quetzal Macaw, whom was the founder of the city is now the new ruler. Mat Head, was a female, the spouse of Quetzal Macaw, and here is where the story begins.There was a main ballgame ready to start, the competi...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Three poems and paradise lost [one for hell, one for heaven one for an inca king]
- The Torrents of HellHell's furnace- Likened to a chimney Vomits her torrents Of flames- Into the air Through earths crust And the earth's trembles-!Agitated, she projects A thick curtain of smoke To heat the feet of those Who provoke her every wish. Like molten iron She waits for the soul(the moment) Then molds, into her enclosur...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Farewell to lester graybill
- I never met a man, who could shake my hand, and make my heart feel like a hearth afire.I never met a man, who could smile so easy, real honest.I never met a man, who could make my dark soul, fill with light, by merely standing with him, in conversation.I never met a man, who could come by honesty, so cleanly, so believably solid.I never met a man, who could capture my s...
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- 2007-11-13 22:16:19 - Never ever more
- Once upon a midnight dreary, coffee cold and vision bleary, all night sat there writing COBOL, coding spread across the bed sheets, changing syntax for the mainframe, having checked my final line, I took the floppy from the drive.Typing with a steady hand, I then invoked the SAVE command, but there below my effectuation, appeared the cryptic communic...