It Was Not Me
It was not me as I am now.
Thus, it was not me who hurt you so,
Now I can really see it was not me, who scarred you so.
You have to see it was not me as I was before,
I hear you say that it was not you who hurt me so.
I was only a boy, ten-year-old boy when my parents abused me so.
I came to you to help me heal.
Your loving tone of voice made me trust you even more.
When you put me on your lap, you gave me a hug.
But when you put your hands in my pants,
It was you who said that the God in you
But you did not say that by you touching me that way,
Now that I am a grown man,
Now you can see why I must go;
Oh my son, please do not go,
My hero, my best friend, my Grannio (a.k.a my Grandmother)
She raised me like I was her own daughter from the day I was born 32 years ago.
Wars, Air of Ambiguity [for: Lt. Laura Walker] in SPANISH and English
Wars, air of Ambiguity
I Shall Wait...
I Shall Wait..
Daybreak at Pikes Creek [a Poem]
Daybreak at Pikes Creek[Summer of 2005]
Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
In this modern age of technology, busy lifestyles, and obsession with consumerism have taken a lot of the romance and love out of our lives. The Internet has become a medium to connect with people as everyone is finding it a lot harder to meet one another in the 'real' world. It has undeniably also become a place of voyeuristic fantasy in the realms of sexuality on pornographic sites. What ever happened to true love? Are our priorities so messed up that romance has been forgotten, only to be experienced vicariously through television and movies? The answer is no. Romance will never die; we just have to feed it with our energy.
Two Poems: Boyhood, and Old Age [with a note on style]
Publishing Your Poetry
If you are serious about seeing your work published by reputable publishers, there are a few points you should consider. Firstly and most obviously, you need to determine if you have poetry worth publishing. This assessment can be done by doing something that will not only help you gauge the competitiveness of your poetry, but will give you some viable options for publishing it. Subscribe to literary journals and buy books of poetry. If you do this, what you are doing is searching out the market place. Read the types of poetry that many publishers are publishing and see if the quality of these poems surpasses or is on par with the quality of your own poems.
The Merchant of Copan [In English and Spanish]
Satirical Poetry About Tony Blair
Three Sweet Poems, and Two Not So Sweet [now in: SPANISH and English]
1) End Poem
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.
Two Poems and an Analysis [?Witness,? & ?An Old Love?]
Two Poems and an Analysis ['Witness,' & 'An Old Love']
A Happiness Poem
If a happiness poem could bring forth a smile, Then my face would always dress in style.
The Lull of Twilight [Over Mantaro Valley] In English and Spanish
Twilight, was now beginning. As for
I am not the one I was before yesterday.
Here And There
My eyes opened. I am still alive;Living on planet earth.Though unconscious for many hours;Unaware of existence,Unknowing of life,Incognizant of humanityLiving in a space of void,Resident of nothingness,Here, but not here.There, but not there.
You make me smilelike I've seldom done beforeYou give me a reasonto want more and more...
Ode To Quetzalcoatal [Now in Spanish and English]
Ode to Quetzalcˇatl
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.
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