I am not the one I was before yesterday.
I cannot go back.
I am not the one I will be tomorrow.
I can not see that far ahead.
I am who I am now, today.
The person I see in the mirrorchanging so subtly, but changing,becoming a new personminute by minuteday by day.
The possibilities are endless, but I must choose which way I will change,each decision I make changes me in some way,positively or negatively.
Let me open myself to good changes,to positive steps, happy feelings.
Let me open my heart to othersthat their joy and experiences may change me in a positive mannerinto the person I will become
Copyright 2002Fran Watson
For more poetry and stories you can go to Fran's webpage http://www.franwatson.ca
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.
I AM SO GRATEFUL for simpler times.Stores were closed on Sundays,TV shows seemed to make more sense,Family members spent ample time with each other,And people were valued more than things.
The King and Delka & Moiromma: the Cold Planet [Parts 25 and 26]
Let Your Feelings Be Your Guide
The light of all eternity shines with me now / My feelings light up my life / How I find my way is determined by them / They illumine my path and show me who I am
Four Poems: Harvest of Apoplectic Horses [Katrinas Pathway]
Four Poems: Katrina's Pathway
A World That Doesnt Care
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land.Hurricanes may devastate and leave us entirely bare.Earthquakes may devour and swallow up old landmarks.But nothing is as destructive as a world that doesn't care.
Daybreak at Pikes Creek [a Poem]
Daybreak at Pikes Creek[Summer of 2005]
Three Poems and Paradise Lost [One for Hell, One for Heaven one for an Inca King]
The Torrents of Hell
The Poets Corner [Three Poems with a review]
The Poet's Corner[Three poem/ see review of poetry under the poems]
Robert Burns Love Poem: A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns, a poor man, an educated man, and a ladies' man, is representative of Scotland, much like whisky, haggis, bagpipes, and kilts. He lived a life shortened by rheumatic heart disease, 1759-1796, but his life journey through poverty, informal education, disappointed love, nationalism, and literary and financial success can be identified by all Scots and common men the world over. He has become almost a national symbol of all things Scottish. His life is like a love story with a happy ending.
A Different Place...
I wish we had met 20 years ago...A different place, a different timewhen I actually had a chance for you to be mine...
Do not be afraid to shine.This world needs what you have to give.Open up the areas of your being;expose them to yourself - to others.You are valuable.You are unique.You have much to give.Do not be afraid to give it.
In the Mountans of Haiti [A Poem: in English and Spanish]
In the Mountains of Haiti
Satirical Poetry About Tony Blair
The Game of Life
When your life becomes unbearable And the light of promise ceases to glow, When all your dreams and aspirationsLie dormant on ambition's death row.
The Gaul of La Laguna de Paca
The Dead God of Copan (in English and Spanish)
Two Poems with Triggers [and a commentary]
So Many Einstein's
Ole Bulky Jeeps & Paper, Ink and Rain [two Peoms]
Ole Bulky Jeeps
Out of the eight poems provided here [all previously unpublished], four are Poetic Prose, a few Visionary [what I call Vsionary anyhow], a few Free Verse, and a few with more form and structure, more closely to the Auden style of: stanza, metrical rhythm, and rhyme. In saying that, I do believe all the poems are conveying a rich network of meaning, some of them painfully close bond between pleasure and destruction. They should appeal to the senses and create images in our minds, for poetry is just that kind of language that most complexly and effectively qualifies.
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