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,
I don't remember requesting weapons,
I didn't ask for that highway,
Did I ask to stockpile food in hangars,
The cost of clothes, for the 'P.M's' wife,
And if every politician, in the world,
If we must invade some countries,
Conglomerates make huge profits,
So Mister Politician, if you are itching to invade,Let's all invade Africa, with help and love and aid!
So now it's over to you, let your voice be heard. Don't let this sin continue, it really is absurd!
John Roberts is a Freelance Training Consultant in the UK and a Director of JayrConsulting Ltd. http://www.jayrconsulting.co.uk
The King and Delka & Moiromma: the Cold Planet [Parts 25 and 26]
Tale of the: Old Hunter and the Golden Hare [In SPANISH and English now]
There once lived an old man and his goodwifeOn the edge of the thick of the woods;They lived in an old run-down shackFor forty-years and some.The old man hunted for his living,And his wife sewed on her lap.
Blind Designs [a Poem] and a Note by Rosa on The Other Door
Arizona Blue--Gunfighter: The Wolves Nest [Chapter One of Seven: The North]
Sleep, Dreams, and a Poem
The Incubus' Flash-light
A Poem - By Lorraine Kember
In the Mountans of Haiti [A Poem: in English and Spanish]
In the Mountains of Haiti
Expressing an Emotion - The Art of Writing Poetry
Writing poetry is an art, a way of expression, finding meaning in few words. A melody of passion flowing out onto the pages, words that flow into each other and yet express the inner most thoughts and feelings of those who read the words. Writing poetry is a gift, a wonderful gift, being able to illuminate words so that they form a picture, express a feeling and share a thought in so few words. Unlike telling a story or writing a novel that explains every intricate detail a poem leaves you to draw your own conclusion. Writing poetry can be a healing process, putting down on paper all the emotions locked up inside ones head, a way of remembering and a way of re-living. Poetry has many forms from free verse to sonnet but all poems tell a story, a story of words, words wrapped around each other in such away that they flow together, locked in meaning. The poem below is titled "Playing" and every time I read this poem I cannot help but smile, as too will any mother reading this poem. See if you smile.
Two Poems: Black Poncho, and Spirits of de Copan [in English and Spanish]
Contract of Death [Now: in SPANISH and English]
Contract of Death
Portrait Of The Artist As A Young Dog
Emlyn Williams Theatre, Mold, North Wales: 20th February 2003
You can do and you can bewhatever you want.You have the power,and the right,to make the changes.
Growing hurts sometimes;saying goodbye to friends,to things you've known and doneto things you wanted to do. Growing heals sometimesthe shattered dreams and hopesof a life you once knewleading you to a new knowledge of yourself. Growing is fun sometimesmeeting new friendslearning new thingsmaking changes that feel good and moving on. Growing is necessary always.Without change there is stagnationdeath instead of life.To choose to live is to choose to grow. Copyright 2002
Ed Gallagher Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept. 5, 2004
Famous Poets Quotations - Top 30 Poetry Quotations by Famous Poets
Live For Today...
Isn't that what they say?But what does that mean?There's no definition that mayanswer that question...
Five Poems from Home [And a view on the planet vs. the poet]
Five Poems from Home
The Plane from Iquitos [1959-Part One]
Iquitos & the AmazonPart One
Kafka lands resurrected in Crewedeposited by a silvery alien craft,And whilst he is wondering what to doHe is asked to show his passOr pay an instant one off fineAt a cash dispenser of his choiceAnd they are checking all the timeOn his irises face and voice.
For My Mother
I cannot bear to thinkof when you will be gone.
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