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12/08/2017 12:09:48
Full Moon by Robert Hayden
No longer throne of a goddess to whom we pray,
no longer the bubble house of childhood's
tumbling Mother Goose man,
The emphatic moon ascends--
the brilliant challenger of rocket experts,
the white hope of communications men.
Some I love who are dead
were watchers of the moon and knew its lore;
planted seeds, trimmed their hair,
Pierced their ears for gold hoop earrings
as it waxed or waned.
It shines tonight upon their graves.
And burned in the garden of Gethsemane,
its light made holy by the dazzling tears
with which it mingled.
And spread its radiance on the exile's path
of Him who was The Glorious One,
its light made holy by His holiness.
Already a mooted goal and tomorrow perhaps
an arms base, a livid sector,
the full moon dominates the dark.

11/29/2017 21:07:43

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.
Pablo Neruda


11/24/2017 19:00:06

A poem by Walt Whitman 

Do not let the day end without having grown a little,

without having been happy, without having increased your dreams.

Do not let yourself be overcome by discouragement.

Do not let anyone take away the right to express yourself, which is almost a must.

Do not give up the desire to make your life something extraordinary.

Do not stop believing that words and poetry yes they can change the world.

No matter what our essence is intact. We are beings full of passion. Life is desert and oasis.

It knocks us down, it hurts us, teaches us, It makes us protagonists of our own history. Although the wind blows

against, The powerful work continues: You can contribute with one stanza.

Never stop dreaming, because in dreams man is free.

Do not fall into the worst of errors: the silence. The majority lives in a scary silence.

Do not resign yourself Flees. "I send my screams through the roofs of this world", says the poet.

Appreciates the beauty of simple things. You can make beautiful poetry about little things,

but we can not row against ourselves.

That transforms life into hell. Enjoy the panic that causes you have life ahead.

Live it intensely, without mediocrity Think that the future is in you and face the task with pride and without fear. Learn from those who can teach you. The experiences of those who preceded us of our "dead poets", they help you walk through life Today's society is us: The "living poets". Do not let life happen to you without you living it.

11/17/2017 23:51:22

When I leave, I do not want you to cry, stay silent, without saying words,

and live memories, comfort the soul.

When I fall asleep, respect my dream, for something I fall asleep; I'm gone for something.

If you feel my absence, do not say anything, and almost in the air, with very fine step, look for me in my house, look for me in my books, look for me in my letters, and among my PC that I have written in a hurry.

Put on my shirts, my sweater, my coats and you can use all my shoes. I lend you my room, my pillow, my bed, and when it's cold, put on my scarves,

if it does not work, give it to your cousins who need You can drink the wine that I saved. Listen to that topic that I liked, use my perfume and water my plants.

If they cover my body, do not pity me, run into space, free your soul, music, singing and let the wind play with your face. Kiss the earth well, drink all the water and learn the living language of the birds.

If you miss me very much, disguise the act, look for me in the children, the coffee, the radio and in the place where I was hiding. Never utter the word death. Sometimes it is more sad to live forgotten than to die a thousand times and be remembered. When I fall asleep, do not bring me flowers to a bitter grave, scream with the strength of all your heart that the world is alive and continues its march. The lit flame is not going to turn off for the simple fact that it is no longer.

The people who "live" never die, they fall asleep at times, at small moments, and the infinite dream is just an excuse. When I leave, extend your hand, and you will be with me sealed in contact, and even if you do not see me, and even if you do not touch me, you will know that I will always be by your side. Then, one day, smiling and vibrant, you'll know that I came back so I would not leave Antoinette and wish you a blessed weekend.

11/11/2017 14:50:10

I Thank the Lord..
for my existence.
I thank the Universe..
for it's assistance.
I thank my Mom..
for all her LOVE.
I thank the earth..
and the stars above.
I thank the blue birds for their song.
I pray my life will be long.
I am Grateful for the LOVE..
I receive.
My hope for you..
is that you believe.
Be satisfied with the LIFE..
your given.
Change it!..be driven.!
Be grateful for the times of trials.
When it felt..
you walked a hundred miles.
It teaches you strength..
It builds..your character.
To straighten out..
Life's disaster.
It makes you stronger..
for the next fight.
You hope it won't..
but it just might.
Remember to smile..
Remember to talk with God..
and pray.
I am Thank for so many things, but..
Especially when..the blue bird sings.

10/27/2017 12:49:07

I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am, from my head to my toes.
I tend to get loud when speaking my mind.
Even a little crazy some of the time.
I'm not a size 5 and don't care to be.
You can be you and I can be me.
I try to stay strong when pain knocks me down.
And the times that I cry are when no one's around.
To error is human or so that's what they say.
Well, tell me who's perfect anyway.

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