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Archive for July, 2007
Atacama: A Deserted Memory
Tuesday, July 31st, 2007
Andes rainshadow’s creation.
Host to ghosts, arid location.
A plateau of salt basins, sand
and lava flows. Pinochet’s land.
Ancient mummies, its dry dirt stores.
At Chuqui mine, are copper ores.
Saltpeter boom towns, forgotten
one, a prison camp so rotten.
There, in dead silence, landmines lost
grim chain of souls, sweet freedom’s cost.
Hades of healers, professors
and artists fenced by oppressors.
And while motels, Calama boasts
Atacama touts mostly ghosts.
Its soil, in places, that of Mars:
deserted memory of scars.
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Loading ...Desert Phoenix
Monday, July 30th, 2007
scattered greenery
remnants of nature’s beauty
rising with the sun
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...Gems of Innocence
Sunday, July 29th, 2007
Treasures held up by dirt soiled hands
gray ore, red-brown stones, sticks and strands
incorruptible jewels found
dug up, discovered off the ground
Hidden from the jaded hunter
with stakes too high for a punter
true innocence rediscovered
next to a rock, green moss covered
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...In poetry
Saturday, July 28th, 2007
although blessed to write, in verses I toil
forged strongly and urged onward so it seems
by applauds and wishes that shadows spoil
my poetry speaks as a sword that gleams
I am just like someone with lofty dreams
a wordsmith, whose craft, in a vision came
I do not cater to vanity’s screams
or to society’s concept of fame
to think of every line for me is lame
instead I dwell on life’s many faces
my mind seeks wisdom, without any shame
sharpened true and honed by pitfall’s graces
somehow, I will arise from unknown mire
and truly paint with words, not vent my ire
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...Tomorrow, wait!
Friday, July 27th, 2007
A heavy burden of sort
mercilessly tugs at my heart
It pines for love and care
that eluded it from the start
Like a sleeping monster
underneath serene still waters
No reason will it accept
for silence holds all answers
Painstakingly it has tried
to smother its secret fears
Until no trace at all
could be seen of my own tears
So though, through life
I may have to cheat fate
I must always remember
tomorrow can, and must wait
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...A Passionflower’s Desire
Thursday, July 26th, 2007
July kiss of fire
intoxicates like fine wine
potion number nine
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...Salazar’s prize
Wednesday, July 25th, 2007
Salazar and his wife line up
with hopeful hearts, owned by a dream
dreamt by thirty thousand others
offered by a gameshow’s prizes
He waits with her, amongst a crowd
fairly anxious, still determined
tired and hungry, tempers rising
a stampede! Death toll: eighty-eight
Now, Salazar wails for his wife
cursing himself and poverty
he mourns for dreams pinioned in blood
his prize: a knife pierced through his heart
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Author’s Comments:
Inspired by an actual tragedy. A sad, but truthful account of reality.
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...Thank you
Tuesday, July 24th, 2007
How do you show appreciation to people
who do what they can, often even more?
Though times and odds may be against them,
they take faith and bring hope to your door.
When can you humbly just say thank you
for all the times they listened and cared?
Even as trials came and pursued them too,
they took heart and more fervently prayed.
Now, what can you give in just return
to let them know that they are loved dearly?
Where can you find that certain thing,
which is worth much more and is given freely?
Though I may not have all the answers,
about this much I know and will say is true:
A gift from the heart is what I bring;
and many heartfelt thanks, to all of you!
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...Grass Woes
Monday, July 23rd, 2007
sun caressed grass grows
blades greened by rain in silence
roots stretch for room in absence
chained to tidy rows
brave the heat mutely
scorched brown in still defiance
relieved by an appliance
sprinkling astutely
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...No more
Sunday, July 22nd, 2007
I once walked a lonesome path,
blinded by promises of this world.
Not knowing what to do with my life,
grasping at straws like they were gold.
My steps were heavy with burden,
as I shuffled on to get somewhere.
The paths seemed long and winding,
false hope lurked just everywhere.
Until finally, I gave up:
falling on my knees to humbly pray.
That’s when God answered my plea,
and in His love showed me the way.
I know I will still stumble,
as I live my life and grow;
but no longer will it be empty,
no more living in dread and woe!
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