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Antidotes for an Alibi
Catherine Daly reviews Antidotes for an Alibi
Poetry "Reborn" Emerges In Thriller Mystery Novel
Tsunami Day
Caught in the Arms of ED
Kafka Re-Trial
Tsunami -a Poem Dedicated To Help Aid and Awareness and Encourage Future Harmony. Make Peace Not War
Passion and Poetry, and Life
The Power of Eating Disorders
Writing Innovative Poetry
Looking Out the Rear Window
The Valley Of Pain
Publishing Your Poetry
Elizabeth Barrett Browning: A Discussion of How Do I Love Thee?
Banana Republic
THe Monster Mash, A Graveyard SMASH (short story I wrote when I was 11)
Walt Whitman, Romance With a Stranger
Satirical Poetry About Tony Blair
Beautiful Dreamer, Stephen Foster, Americas First Folk Song Writer
Let Your Feelings Be Your Guide
Anne Bradstreet, To My Dear and Loving Husband, A Discussion
Wondering
Because of You
Eds Poem
Five Poems
Eight Poems
Robert Burns Love Poem: A Red, Red Rose
Article on Poetry and Two Poems
Opposites Do Attract Quite Well
A Dose of Laughter
A World That Doesnt Care
The Last King of Mars [A Poetic Mytho]
Stones
Rocks
The Time Has Come and Buzzing
Famous Poets Quotations - Top 30 Poetry Quotations by Famous Poets
Three Poems [Lima; Judges and Evils Creation]
Man Unbowed [A poem]
Death & the Supernatural: Poetry/Five Poems
Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Dog
The Gaul of La Laguna de Paca
The Treasure of Catalina Huanca (In English and Spanish)
Our Home
Thank You To Our Soldiers And A Tribute To Old Glory And A Prayer For Peace
Spell of the Andes: (in English and Spanish)
How to Write Bad Poetry
New Poetic Work By Ethiopian Immigrant Promotes Respect, Courage And Cultural Sensitivity
A Happiness Poem
The Art of Receiving Poetic Critique
Write Your Way to Fame
Rules for Writing Poetry
The Butcher of Lima and Footprints to Mantaro Valley (Two Poems)
Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
The Dead God of Copan (in English and Spanish)
The Spirits de Copan
Im Sorry Mom! A Mothers Day Poem
Three Poems (While in Transition/English and Spanish)
Become A Poet In Ten Minutes
Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
Poetry in a Nutshell
Savage Nature: The Life of Ted Hughes
Shakespeares Sonnet XVIII, Shall I Compare Thee to a Summers Day?
Chan Chan and The Gorriones (Two Poems in English and Spanish)
Footprints to Mantaro Valley (a poem in Spanish and English)
I Saw the Universe
Two Poems: Black Poncho, and Spirits of de Copan [in English and Spanish]
Mother, I Dont Mind The Pain
Black Blood, in Jeremiahs Vines - A Poem and an Article
Sleep, Dreams, and a Poem
Stone Beds [A Poem and an Advance]
A Ship to Remember
Ode To Quetzalcoatal [Now in Spanish and English]
Rhymes of an Ordnance Man [Vietnam War: 1971]
Review Of Stephen B. Wileys First Book Of Poetry: HERO ISLAND
Hindu Poet - Kamalakanta
Three Poems: Phantom of the Rocks; Lady from Lima & Bell Ringer of de Copan
Motiff
Little Girl from Huancayo [a poem/in English and Spanish]
Lamenting Poetic Moods [six Poems]
The Man Who Could Not Say Sorry For His Sins
Three Poems: The Monkey Man of Lima, Plus Two More
Shaking out the Rugs [Following the Poet]
Lima, City with the Stretched out Wings [In English and Spanish]
Three Sweet Poems, and Two Not So Sweet [now in: SPANISH and English]
Two Poems and a Short Story
The Poets Corner [Three Poems with a review]
Here And There
The Plane from Iquitos [1959-Part One]
Biography of Charlotte Bronte
Expressing an Emotion - The Art of Writing Poetry
Way of Life: Rhymes of the Inca [four poems: see in Spanish and English NOW!]
The Ballad of: Brawling Mad-dog Sergeant Rook [Now in: SPANISH and English]
Ode, to the Mighty Midget Omac [In English and Spanish]
Four Poems: Grendels Nature...the Racetrack...Counting days...[Now in English and Spanish]
Two Poems and an Analysis ['Witness,' & 'An Old Love']
Lord Byrons She Walks in Beauty
To My Friend, With Love
San Francisco [Almost a Sonnet]
Five Poems from Home [And a view on the planet vs. the poet]
Four Poems: Two for the Devil, Two for Peru
Mechanical Poetry
Poetry in Turbulence
Mechanical Poetry; Part Two
Five Mixed Poems, with Notes [now is Spanish and English]
Two Poems on the Traditions of Peru [in English and Spanish]
Two Poems: San Jeronimo Brook & [in English and Spanish]
Mechanical Poetry - Part Three
Three Love Poems [all wicked]
Ballade of an Inca King
In The Midst Of All
The King and Delka & Moiromma: the Cold Planet [Parts 25 and 26]
Whats A Prisoner to Do?
Two Poems, with Figurative Language
Asha of Darfur [A poem with a commentary by the author]
Exalted Poetry; Two poem [and commentary]
Recollections
Two Poems with Triggers [and a commentary]
In Poetry: Meaning of Words [And ...Rocket-belt]
Two Poems: Boyhood, and Old Age [with a note on style]
A Death in Cajamarca, Peru (Atahualpa, in Cajamarca ((in English and Spanish))
Never Ever More
Farewell to Lester Graybill
Three Poems and Paradise Lost [One for Hell, One for Heaven one for an Inca King]
The Merchant of Copan [In English and Spanish]
Africa - Wheres The Profit?
Ode to: The Ice Maiden of Ampatos Summit [now in: English and Spanish]
Ambiguity and Abstraction in Bob Dylan's Lyrics
Song of the Great Zimbabwe, and Silver and Inca Blood [Poems and notes]
Commuting Hell!
The Cat
Testimony to the Night [In English and Spanish]
Key Largo - Frater Albertus
Two Poems Written During Recovery
House of the Goblin [Part Two of Three/with notes]
Tale of the Brick Maker, of San Jeronimo, Peru [In English and Spanish]
Life is a Fantasy
The Game of Life
Feelings, O How Glorious!
Storm Rising along the Lima Coast
A Hundred and Fifty Dead [Korean War--l952]
Three Poems: Dona Leonors Revenge; The Old Moon; Common Sides [All in Spanish/all in English]
The Lull of Twilight [Over Mantaro Valley] In English and Spanish
Shadows of the Andes; Ollantayambo; and Cesar Vallejo [Poems in English and Spanish]
Tale of the: Old Hunter and the Golden Hare [In SPANISH and English now]
Burning Autumn Leaves [a poem in Spanish and English]
Three Poems: Liberty, Death, and a Frog [with Commentary on Liberty]
In the Mountans of Haiti [A Poem: in English and Spanish]
Africa
Cruel World
Preserving Dignity
Colorful Talk
The Crusader: A Search for the Virtue Inside (an excerpt of an Epic Poem)
Arizona Blue--Gunfighter: The Wolves Nest [Chapter One of Seven: The North]
The Exit Poems [Iron and Fire & No Heroes]
An Old Wood Pile [a poem with notes]
Breathing-in, Minnesota [a poem: now in Spanish and English]
Grandpas House & From Iraq with Love [Two Poems]
Uamaks Aquatic [suspense: now in Spanish and English]
Memoirs of a Wastelands Rim [a Poem: now in Spanish and English]
Ceasar Vallejo: Black Roses [In English and Spanish]
Wars, Air of Ambiguity [for: Lt. Laura Walker] in SPANISH and English
Infected Ideologies [a Poetic Portrait]
Poetry and Popular Culture
Ole Bulky Jeeps & Paper, Ink and Rain [two Peoms]
Blind Designs [a Poem] and a Note by Rosa on The Other Door
Daybreak at Pikes Creek [a Poem]
The Goat and the Rope [a Poem: in Spanish and English]
Contract of Death [Now: in SPANISH and English]
Give Me a Lily Pad & The Continuum [two Poems]
I Shall Wait...
It Was Not Me
Birthday Messages
Four Poems: Harvest of Apoplectic Horses [Katrinas Pathway]

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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.
Uamaks Aquatic [suspense: now in Spanish and English]
Delicately, my mind was selecting a muffled tune, out of the dead dark empty space surrounding me?I saw a shape on a rock, not sure who it was; I had a sensitivity though, a feeling call it, or second-sight; I've heard that before, not sure if I want to put a lot of credence into it, but so be it, the sensitivity and numbness was there. I didn't' sense any danger in the moment, in the moonlit figure, sitting on the rocks, lurking, looking out into the deep.
It Was Not Me
It was not me as I am now.It was not me as I was then.
New Poetic Work By Ethiopian Immigrant Promotes Respect, Courage And Cultural Sensitivity
McLean, VA - "The Healing Conscious" tells the story of an Ethiopian immigrant boy on his fascinating journey to America and adulthood. Author Kifle Bantayehu, a 23 year-old second-generation Ethiopian immigrant, recounts this poignant tale in poetic format.
Way of Life: Rhymes of the Inca [four poems: see in Spanish and English NOW!]
Way of Life: Rhymes of the IncaPizarro(Spanish conquistador ((1525))The blind follow the blindThe dumb follow the foolBut the cleaver, like 'Pizarro,'(who could not read or write)Followed human-nature?And ruled the Inca world!Thus, Atahualpa was Beheaded out of pride and Indolence-: one might say,And ignorance ruled? .Note: don Francisco Pizarro #689 5/27/05Cepeda the Sly[Lima, Perú-l546 AD]Cepeda the Sly-, judge With two sides; one false,One pride-both mixed with lies.
Tsunami -a Poem Dedicated To Help Aid and Awareness and Encourage Future Harmony. Make Peace Not War
Real Power.One Tsunami, and all our armies,Seem belittled by their wars,What Animals fled, and tribesmen read,Finally Arrives with crushing roar,Wholesale slaughter, purely by water,Makes us seem an irrelevance,Concepts of power, change by the hour,Faced with primal elements.
Memoirs of a Wastelands Rim [a Poem: now in Spanish and English]
Memoirs of a Wasteland's RimIt still was light when she paused at the wasteland's rim-Over, the rim rest like a sleeping brute, a wooden frameAdjacent to the blue where early stars hung like oil lampsHanging from old beams and shade?the wooden frameHer footing caught the beams, as she had fallen onto itAlone, she watched the forenoon, climbing around herA drifter woman, marked by life, and slanting dreams With appearance of hurt and molded muscle on her faceHer figure etched against the wooden frame,She tried to jump, and lost her balance, hanging like a birdNow sipping the gloom in the ledge and shattered hopesShe yielded before the sluggish advance of sunsetBlood dripped, with her dying darknessAnd a crimson moon hurled a flame acrossThe shadowy clouds, burning throughout the skyThe tormented sky above her?Crossing the valley's floor her eye gripped itRocky images, highest pointsThrusting herself up boldly from to the ledgeThe painted morning blushed over the rimHer brows and nose, face against the granite stoneMassive injuries was taking form,Her silhouette floating so indolently across the sunIt was too great a task-to die alone?she wished nowShe had not jumped?a thousand feet below, yet to go.Too much for any woman in a lost worldOut of the weak wood her mind had peace; She knew soon it would all be over-alasMute and protesting against life's uselessnessA narrow path lay below her slender bodyBetween death and attainment, a careless footThe rocks beneath her weakening, she plungedPlunged to her death, in the carving hands of the valleyThinking of it, as she fell, thinking with a smiled,Saying, looking up-dead before her echoes: 'Time is short?time is short?time is short!'When they found her, her face was unafraid of falling.
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 seeBehind it, two embankmentsLeaves I didn't rake a day ago;The essence of fall sleeps on the ground.
The Dead God of Copan (in English and Spanish)
English VersionAnd the Death God said: "Let it rise to its glory in the Rio Valley-for a season; then let it be gone, we shall call it Copan?"Prologue: Empires come and go, liken to cosmic events, or the storms around the world: Atlantis, Mu, Greece, Persia, Rome, the Inca Nation, and even the great Maya heroic times of Copan, in Central America. All came and all left, one way or another; now just dust and artifacts in the spiral of time.
Looking Out the Rear Window
The funeral rite concludedWith the pastor shaking hands,Offering words of comfortI didn't quite understand.The undertakers came forthAnd summoned pallbearers' four.
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 With her mystery-Back out into the open sea Yet-, still it roared back at me! It was an expressed release It made my head swim I noticed it kept-step With my exultation!?#761 7/14/2005Notes: There are mysteries to the sea, at times it seems as to have its own mind, its own character; as if nature was plugged into all that exist. Earth itself being an entity with its own lively soul.
Two Poems: Boyhood, and Old Age [with a note on style]
BoyhoodOh me! Thy glorious days have flown!I mealy noticed, now they're gone,How quickly passed the flowers!Time does not stop youth's bells;It was like I was in a spell,And my face now shows the hours!Ah yes! My youthful past days,Still lively in my golden age,When all was quick and newNow wrapped in pictures and books,And friends and family were all I knewAnd love was shown by friendly looks!#741 6/26/05Old AgeThey stop by to see me nowTo find what's old and new,They peer into my-everything, And criticize my views;They tell me what I should like,And that I should be grieved-These are my fragile friends That takes the strongest liberties?I mean to take the buzzer off;And put the phone outside the door;In vain I speak to tell them why-I shan't live here anymore!#742 6/26/05A note on Style: some people ask, "What style of poetry to you like the best?" I can never answer that question; it is open-ended to me. If I feel like breaking free from tradition as in the poem of: "Old Age," so be it; and if I feel traditional verse, a stricter formal pattern should be used, as in "Boyhood," and can contribute richly to the poem, so it is.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning: A Discussion of How Do I Love Thee?
"How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning was written in 1845 while she was being courted by the English poet, Robert Browning. The poem is also titled Sonnet XLIII from Sonnets From the Portuguese.
I Shall Wait...
I Shall Wait..
Barriers
There are many times I set upbarriers and walls,invisible unless you come too close,And then you hit them.You wonder what happened.
A World That Doesnt Care
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land.Hurricanes may devastate and leave us entirely bare.
Biography of Charlotte Bronte
Charlotte Bronte (1816 -1855) Novelist and Poet.Charlotte was the daughter of the Rev.
Birthday Messages
I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF FLOWERS A CARD WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A PACK OF SWEETS A' HI' WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.
Banana Republic
Like a cat I slumber, blissfully unencumbered,Through eighty per cent of my allotted span,Occasionally awoken, when dissent is spoken,And I invent another cunning five year plan,Lately it was pensions, that were being mentioned,So I borrowed from the French and Robespierre,Scrap all that went before, saved by tooth and claw,And let my all equal Citizens appear,Currently it is time, for me to be in my prime,For there is another election looming,I have to appear sincere, for part of this coming year,And assure everyone that everything is booming,Never mind strict quotas, Ive imported multitudes of voters,And told them which party let them stay,Though Ive rigged the postal vote, and defamed everyone of note,You never know what might happen on the day.So to be on the safe side, I swallow all my pride,And allow my people to hear my hallowed voice,And roll out the charade, put on the facade,And even make believe they have a choice,Next time around the crown, will be trampled underground,House of Lords and Lord Chancellor history,With the other Chancellor gone, I alone will soldier on,Yes, then there will only ever be me,Ill hold elections for you, as all dictators do,And fill positions with those that grease my palm,As for civil unrest, there is always house arrest,Or secret imprisonment for those that mean me harm.
Lifes Too Short
Time goes by to quicklyto hold your feelings insideEspecially when their so strongeven if they don't abide..

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