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Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Black History Month

Why is it called 'Black History Month'
Black means void of light
why because we are nonwhite
this should be voted out
because the name Human Race 
carries more weight
Sure, I understand
it is a way of denouncing the browner skinned man
Why is it there are tanning booths
for the lighter or paler skinned people of the world
they would rather call us 'boy' or 'girl'
Well, the fact remains we are really the majority
who else is given one entire month to give high esteem to for the accomplishments
of the so-called minority
In all actuality every time that you use your dryer thank G.T. Sampson
or stop at a traffic light thank G. Morgan
you are thanking God Almighty for blessing the person who you call 'black' for the ability to create these valuable worthwhile necessities
So, when you hear of someone having an open heart surgery thank the man of the human race with the browner skin for being the first to perform the first one
Ah, the victories we have won
do not frown
do not fret God will get you, yet
to admit that deep in your heart
we all play a part
in the world being 'it takes all kind to make it go around'
no one is better than the next
however, when you get ready to text
think about Mr. H.T. Sampson who invented it for your leisure
pleasure maybe even a luxury
Or when your horse needs a shoe say a silent 'thank you' to J. Ricks
Can we all just get along 
became a catchy realistic reachable phrase from a lighter skinned man who was beaten almost to a bloody  pulp for being a man you called 'black' by those of a different shade of skin
jealousy, hatred, discrimination, alienation, poverty, hunger, envy, degradation and demoralization has been shared even experienced by all race
the Human Race



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CANDLE 1st in Spanish then scroll down for english trans

VELA (CANDLE)First Spanish version, scroll down for English)
Yo ser‚ para ti.
Toda la vida que me queda la vivir‚ para ti
y cuando el tiempo haya terminado,
morir‚ por ti.
Dir‚ tu nombre
en cada vela que encienda, respirar‚ tu nombre.
Te susurrar‚,
cada oraci¢n que diga ser  siempre parte de ti.

Por toda la eternidad,
y as¡ ha sido y ser  siempre, 
y cuando deje este mundo,
aquello vendr  conmigo
en la luz de una vela.
Todo el mundo sigue girando, haciendo el d¡a y la noche,
y de la oscuridad a la luz,
ser s siempre parte de cada oraci¢n que yo diga.

Yo ser‚ para ti.
Como una fresca quebrada de la monta¤a que se desborda por ti
como una c lida brisa de verano
entre los  rboles para ti.
En el brillo de una vela,
todo lo que he sido o llegue a ser 
por toda la eternidad,
tu ser s parte de todo lo que yo haga siempre.
Yo ser‚ para ti.  

					
					Traducci¢n: Emilio J. Saavedra M.     CANDLE	
I will be for you.
All my life that is left, I will live for you,
and when time has run out,
I will die for you.
I will speak your name
in each candle that I light, I will breath your name.
I will whisper you,
every prayer I ever say will be part of you.

For eternity,
and forever it has been, and will always be,
and when I leave this world,
it will go with me.
In a candle light
all the world keeps on turning, making day and night,
and from dark to light,
you'll be part of every prayer that ever comes from me.

I will be for you.
Like a cool mountain spring that overflows for you
like a warm summer breeze 
through the trees for you.
In a candle glow,
everything I've ever been or will ever be
for eternity,
you'll be part of everything I ever do.
I will be for you.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Double Dactyl | |

Beyond Your End

 BEYOND YOUR END
Look deep into yourself my friend,
if then, you need to look to me, 
and deep enough to see the end,
beyond your end is where I'll be.

Into the love someday you'll see,
becoming all the things you'll know,
before your very eyes, I'll be
already where you want to go.

I'll be your long and blinding light,
of which all life is awed,
the thread that reaches through the night
in search of what is God.

And in a while, if love is right,
and hope is not just more pretend,
though you have sought what e'er you might,
'tis me you'll find, beyond your end.

And I will love your death away,
removing from your mind
what'er your death might seem to be,
with love impossible to find.
Û  © RON WILSON aka vee bdosa


Details | Etheree | |

Pray.

Pray
for me.
And I will
Pray for you too.
We all need a hand.
From above at this time.
For no man is a island.
And no woman gives birth alone.
From the Source we are all connected.
Our goal should be peace-until we're called home.


Details | Bio | |

Untitled

We talk all the time.... I trust her
I know she in control, cause that's what she is used to....
If it makes her happy I'll do....
I wish she'll let go and open up....
I know its hard to do after what she's been through.... 
Man  the way i feel we could make stars fall from the sky....
I think things would change when we meet eye to eye....
Just a week ago I was thugged out.....
But what ever she did brought the soft side out of me....
I hate that.....
But I love her.......
I can always count on her to tell the truth.....
They say the truth hurts.....
Her personality is my band-aid......
I see, hear, and feel her pain even where I cant explain it.....
Friends now, but God holds the future......
My prayer is that she is in God's hands.........    


For K.M.W.


Details | Blank verse | |

Are we in love?

There are things that I'm going through that no one knows of 

But it’s written on the walls of Egypt
 

I gotta read your phrases like 10 times and I'm not checkin for grammatical 
rhymes

I'm adding up the I love you’s and I wish you were mine’s

I'm trying to keep my eyes from watering because you make me want to erase 
love and start over again

You make me want to re-evaluate the one that I'm with and flip the script

And see if I love me as much as you do

Boy let me tell you.

I love you

There have been days I wanted to call and say just that

But I know there would be more to the story

I couldn’t just tell how much I adore thee

I couldn’t just say it and think that would be it

I know that would be the moment that could make your heart say o’shiit

I need to make this move 

Even though I'm with another dude, 

I love you

Aint the type to break up happy homes

Especially since both of us are trying to prove them wrong

 I don’t want to make a mistake

I don’t want to be the one to walk away from all I know

To fall into the abyss of mystery 

Cause I only know you as a friend you see

Yes it flatters me that your thoughts are tattoos beneath my left breast

Yet I can’t get to that yet

I'm still stuck with your reflection as my shadow in the vanity

I'm still forced to deal with the fact that you may truly love me

Why did I wake up this morning and come to work

Sitting in my office with a hell of a smirk

I can’t even front…

I been goin’ through some shiit and I wanted tell you

But I can’t because there is only so much you can do

You may be my guardian angel 

But it’s gonna take a helluva Monarch to get me through

And trust me I'm not saying you’re not capable 

Let me stop there

We parallel on a plane headed for eternity

I'm the money you are the security

What more do we need to add to this recipe?

O yeah…I guess that would be…u and me.

 


Details | I do not know? | |

SOMEONE TO EMBRACE

She's one out of many always standing tall
 through it all
She holds her head up and speaks out without 
a doubt
I saw her spoke at a Velm's Hair Connction Convention 
in 2004 n voting
I said wow so pofound I think i'll stick around for a while
She was sharing to the world and to the young people
that staying ahead is the key and sucess to life
Who wants to live in strife
Expressing that knowledge is power
Especially in society today
Could we have known that a plane would have hit
those towers or did we under estimate our powers
To be alert and always on guard
That bad news had to really hit hard
So many lives had been torn apart
Do we really live and learn what we are taught
So many soldier's we've lost in these foughts
So to them we give a silent moment from our hearts
Jackie, what carrissama you have and a frind to know
So to you this is our love we show
There's many more years for us all to continue and grow


Details | Free verse | |

Birds of a Feather

It's human nature to emulate surroundings
 And it's hard to separate yourself
From those around you
 Emotions are contagious
And like minds act alike
 
Stand in a group of happy people, 
 And you'll find yourself smiling.
Stand in a group of excited people, 
 And find yourself inspired.
Stand in a group of kind people, 
 And you'll become more empathetic.
Stand in a group of hungry people, 
 And you'll find something to eat.
Stand in a group of depressed people, 
 And find yourself in sorrow.
Stand in a group of angry people, 
 And feel your adrenaline rise.
 
Most likely you'll remain in the group
 That reflects you the most
So regardless of what you think
 If others act in one particular way
Then guess what, you have become 'them'
 
So if you attract manipulators, 
 Maybe it’s because you lie a lot.
So if you attract unfaithful people, 
 Maybe it’s because you're a quitter.
So if you attract abusers, 
 Maybe it’s because you enjoy pain.
So if you attract indecisive people, 
 Maybe it’s because you're a follower.
So if you attract those that steal, 
 Maybe it’s because you turn the other way.
So if you attract those of low standards, 
 Maybe it’s because you act out of desperation.
Most likely you'll remain in the group
 
That reflects you the most
 So regardless of what you think
If others act in one particular way
 Then guess what, you have become 'them'


Details | Narrative | |

Wild Flower

Wild Flower
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 In Death Of A Rose by Nate Spears
 
Rescue this sunflower
It's capable of being a ray of light
Nurture it, value it, and love it
Its petals are more delicate than they appear in sight
 
 A wild flower it is; but it displays beauty
The facts of its species remain unknown
Its fight to reach its true potential is admired
It’ birth to existence is undetermined
 It’s roots shows trauma
Its presentation brings hesitates to potential caregivers
No one's prepared to take a chance
This flower is destined to win
 
All earthly roots sprout from above
At some point in a life’s span; we could use a kiss or hug
 He who refuses to display any element of the wild
Is merely real
An artificial representation of life
Stuck in Styrofoam surrounded by fake moss and dust
No breath, no soul, non-existence
A human being choked from an outer dimension.
Rescue this wild flower with love.


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Sonnet | |

FATHER

FATHER
Which love is not a struggle to the mind?
'tis easier to think love glides along,
regardless of a road not there to find,
or never caring what is right or wrong.

One love, of child, a father's steady hand,
protecting innocence, through many years
as if he knew the way, and had it planned,
to heal each mortal wound as it appears.

As if all things begin with his okay,
the good, the joy of life to build upon;
demanding right, and hoping in some way
he's always with you, even when he's gone.

The banged up knee, your losing of a friend,
are yours to feel, but his to comprehend.
© RON WILSON AKA VEE BDOSA


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

The Death Of Marie Antoinette

 THE DEATH OF MARIE ANTOINETTE
 (MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE)
Songwriters set their words about her style
and artists make pursuit to paint her smile
but all the light that's Paris, shows,
her heart and soul to only those
who come to fall in love for just while.

But knowing this, my wondering still lies
as I recall Marie, her face,her eyes,
and she is just a memory
though what I'd have to always be,
if time was mine and not a thing that flies.

I trace my blood and line of ancestry
down through some troubled times of history
or is it that I've journeyed long
from when my life went all so wrong
but it's so far removed, my mind can't see?

These questions rake my mind and leave me cold,
Am I my father who's still growing old;
and who is she, to go away
to deju vu--to yesterday,
or has she layed our love to times' unfold?

I guess I'll find her on Champs Elysees,
or in the Champ de Mars, where children play
or where one day the guillotine
cut life away, and cut it clean,
but this is now, and that was yesterday.

O! I would lay my neck under the blade;
if there would ever be a diff'rence made
to end the pain she left in me
and stop the love for my Marie
but love--this love for her can never fade.

And so, as other loves they come and go,
as Paris says, and Paris makes it so,
I wait and wander by the Seine
but know not where, and know not when,
for love of my Marie, she'll come, I know.
© RON WILSON aka vee bdosa


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SHE BRINGS ME JOY....

As she entered the room I heard hip hop
Her walk a beat like a drummer was nonstop
Her style was full of metaphors
Staring so hard my eyes got sore
Her face was blessed with two deep dimples
Oh how my life just became so easy and simple
That pretty smile
Her sweet scent and fashionable style
Those soft rose petal shape lips
The contour of her hips
Those shapely thighs 
I'm lost in those bedroom eyes
The groans, the cries.
The moans, the sighs.
A hot burning desire 
That is hotter than fire
So intense
To soon for flesh
Before you undress.
Umm is this a test.
Almost time for sex.....
What pushes your buttons
For lust are you a glutton?
I love her when she’s coy
Like Anita you bring me joy...




Details | Romanticism | |

The Intensifying love story

The Intensifying love story by 
Madhavi.S.Pagare
 
I simply adore you, my Mesmerizing 
Persona.
As you are my first love.
Who lighted my heart with full of pride and 
joy.
Who ignited the ecstasy towards lovely life.
Who relieved my pains and took sorrows 
as boon.
You made me fall sick in your love when I 
see your madness.
I like the way,
The way you gazed at me and my smoky 
eyes.
The way you smiled at my mystifying and 
enigmatic appeal.
The way you every time praises me.
The way you galvanized me and proved 
the meaning of life.
You are the one,
Yes, you are the one who aroused my 
feelings, my emotions.
Yes, you are the one who explored my 
passion of love, flaming in my charismatic 
soul.
Yes, you are the lovely treasure which god 
had baptized me.
Yes, you are the one who turned the page 
of my life.
Eureka, I found my true love!!!!
Bewilderedly I did not know, where is my 
love taking me to ??
But still I like the way,
Like, the way you clutched me into your 
arms.
Like, the way you kissed my palms.
Like, the way you hugged me, caressed 
me.
Like, the way you rubbed your fingers on 
my lips.
Like, the way you tickled me on my neck.
Like, the way you squeezed my cheeks.
Like, the way you holded me up towards 
the sky.
Like, the way when you inspired me to fly 
so high.
Tears dropped from my eyes and the very 
next moment I realized that it is my 
sensational love. My true love. Then I 
decided that no one had right to do this 
except you. If you want to know the 
reason?? If yes??
Yes, because I seriously fell in love with 
you.
Yes, because you are the one to whom god 
had assigned me to.
And here comes the Swifted instance 
when??
When, the moment you wore the golden 
ring in my finger and I was happily waving 
around.
Just can’t forget the time when our long 
lasting friendship turned into lifetime 
relationship.
It was just the blooming of two lover’s 
indicating the herald of the marriage. It 
means a lot for any girl in this amazing 
world.
And yes, you will always find my heart 
topped with love showered only for you. 
For you!!
And till my last breathe, my heart beats, 
beating for you, only for you SUYOG!!
In fervour I wanted you to be mine forever, 
forever.
We both sojourned in each other soul so 
deeply that we just can’t wait for a single 
second, unless and until, we share what is 
running in our mind. It’s just because we 
are so much accustomed to each other 
now. 
I Love you, adore you, adore you forever 
my Love.


Details | Narrative | |

me and the mirror

Me and the mirror



Mirror Mirror what do you see?


I see Esha.

I see Esha only 40 pounds lighter wanting to lose 20 or 30 more pounds for herself.

I see my rich espresso skin color.

I see my clear glowing skin after putting baby oil all over my body.

I see myself and I am happy so I smile.

I love my full figured-ness.

I want to wear clothing from an Ashley Stewart boutique and costume jewelry too.

I want to wear the faux pearls I already own sometimes too.

I want to organize my closet and winter waldrobe.

I see myself in a red Ashley Stewart sweater dress next January when my 32nd birthday comes around and having a ball with my best girlfriends Window shoppin’ at the mall and buying lipsticks and perfume.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Forest Girl

    FOREST GIRL
I'd walk down through the forest in the rain
to see the girl in green and feel her pain
uncertain of her life so many ways
yet outwardly she'd laugh throughout the days.

All dressed in greenery of vine and leaves
pine needles for her collars; black oak sleeves,
she'd dance and sing there in our greenery
and though so sad, she never showed to be.

She teased me every morning in her way
that made a sheer delight of every day,
the forest was her home, I know not where
and when I'd ask, she'd tell me--"over there

right next to you but far back in the trees
in just a house of stone, where no one sees,
nor tries to understand what I can't show
the me they never see and do not know."

The images of her are with me yet
as part of me and what I'll not forget
but then one day I blinked and she was gone
I could not ask of her to anyone...

...for she lived over there--back through the trees
I in a different world, where no one sees.
     © ron wilson


Details | Haiku | |

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Heaven's Ghetto::::::::::::


slip n' slide white moon space cadets glide in the shine illustrious orb
~JSLaM


Details | Narrative | |

GREEN Chapter Two

A short while later the most attractive man 
she had ever seen entered
the bank.  Lost in his good looks Kenya 
had to find the words "May I help
you?"  He introduced himself.  " Yes my 
name is Malik Maxwell Williams.
I would like to open an account".  "Mr.
Williams please follow me to my
office".  Malik was in Kenya's office for 
twenty minutes before making his
departure.  Kenya made it up in her mind 
that she would get to know Malik 
on a personal level.  Kenya lived a rather 
dull life unto the point she decided 
to get involved with Malik.  Kenya was a 
plain looking black woman in her 
30's who never had any real luck with 
men.  The next day was Saturday so
it was Kenya's day off.  She spent most of 
her time paying bills and shopping.
She pulled into the Emerald Lady 
parking lot got out 
of her 2003
BMW and went inside.  Looking for 
something to make Malik notice her.
Kenya picked out a low cut v-neck red 
top, a short black skirt that flattered
her figure, and black knee high boots.  
Kenya paid $236 for the attention of a 
man.
I must be crazy thought Kenya as she 
handed the cashier the money.  Walking
back through the Emerald Lady parking lot 
Kenya bumped into Nubia her one and only
friend.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka Red
Seven aka The Green Poet
aka The Brown Philosopher


Details | I do not know? | |

The Attributes Party

Come in Anger, get out of the rain.
Leave your coat on my chair.
Come on, don't start up.
Look, Love is over there.

Peace is here too.
And her true love, Gratitude.
Stop all that yelling now,
Drop all that attitude.

Hope really looks nice tonight.
And Grace is so giving.
Take off that dark coat,
Anger, this party is for the living.

Forgiveness is lighting incense.
Faith always plays that guitar.
Stop it, Anger, don't get upset
If Mercy offers you a star.

Compassion is a great teacher,
But Happiness just loves to dance.
Heart wants to keep Ego out,
And Desire cant keep on his pants!

Anger, some of us know you well
We know sometimes you get wild.
But for this very moment, this party
Could you just relax and smile?


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Never make a perminent decision on temperory feelings

Never make a perminent decision on temperory feelings. I cant take back the words i never said. When me and you are together nothing is better . He was so easy to love , but i guess love wasn't enough .The past is ment to be left behind , the present is ment to be lived now and the future is ment to make you everything you are. Ending everything isnt as hard as it seems i guess it will just make everything ok for me. People don't change , they just become the person they were really supost to be .


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Confused

Confused

If there were thing's I couldn't understand,you was one of them.
Going back and forth with one another,like the wind and does in the howls 
of winter.You'd follow me to escape your own reality,only not knowing your shattering mine.You tell me to be me there was a time when I was me and you couldn't stand it like it was looking into the eye's of a demon.How should I respond? Running away only brings more then I can offer.
Now I'm drifting and everything left me,I'll suffer the venom of past and the reoccurring pains.
From the tell's of literature to the mounts of the great wars have I been able to tell just from their looks what they thought that very moment but as I look into your eye's does it not only confuse me it refuses to tell me the truth,why am I looking into my own eyes?
Let me touch your face.Let me look into your eye's.Let me see the truth which is clouded and locked away.Let me see your feelings fall from your eye's.
Burned. Chain. Shackled. Scared. Tortured. Entangled with lies.and yet harbors no hate toward anyone then yourself.How much do you loathe yourself? To the point your a sacrificial  offering of your own whim's?
As I search for the truth,I see the many heartbreaks and the lies been told to help but nothing prevails. Yet you look at me looking for the same thing.
We're both confused? We're both in agony? We're the same? 
This isn't right.This is a lie.I don't wish to see anymore.
I won't lose to this,nor bow down and be your toy.Yet when I'm close to you,it never cold.
Hold my hand as I fight with myself. Never mind hold me closer until neither of us is cold.Don't lie to me with those pleading eye's,that are like dark's as coal and beautiful as an onyx.
Let's be ourselves.Let's shut ourselves away from this world.Let's search for our own truth.But if there only fear in your mouth,then there's lies.I shall grab your heart and I will hold it like it was the last gem on earth.So scream,hate,and be gently.
I'm confused.Your confused.I will listen,if you will talk.
Have you ever heard these words before? I never have but I will say them to you,you who has the same pleading eye's as me.When we're so much alike yet so different to the point it confusing.


Details | Couplet | |

You Inspire Me

You Inspire Me

What inspires me?

A song lyric-------a brave, determined person (Man or Woman)

A gifted child

An Innovator, innovators are individuals that are firsts to do something.

That inspires me and by the way…

O mother you inspire me (most of all)!


Details | Lyric | |

SEARCH

      SEARCH
Look deep into yourself my friend,
if then, you need to look to me, 
look deep enough to see the end,
beyond the end is where I'll be.

Into the love someday you'll see,
becoming all the things you'll know,
before your very eyes, I'll be
already where you want to go.

I'll be your long and blinding light,
of which all life is awed,
the thread that reaches through the night
in search of what is God.

And in a while, if love is right,
and hope is not just more pretend,
though you have sought what e'er you might,
'tis me you'll find, beyond your end.

And I will love your death away,
removing from your mind
what'er your death might seem to be,
with love most difficult to find.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Epitaph | |

OLD GIRLFRIEND

    OLD GIRLFRIEND
Remember me as one who's told
your life as you are growing old,
before your time to be
what only I can see,
alone and empty, bare and cold.
     © ron wilson


Details | Bio | |

My Teacher



            ********

The Lord is My teacher
He Shepherds Me to the Path
He takes' all my worry away!
           --------
He Shines the path to the Light
He also, help's Me to sleep at night
           --------
My fear's are of a need to cry
Yet, and still He severs' My fears'
And tempests My Soul
As My blood suddenly began
To run Cold
            --------
He severs' My Soul
When I am confound in Lost
He subjugates' My past
       And makes life a
Meaningful wonder task
And I did not have to ask?
            --------
He keeps' Me from strife
Deceit and plunder
            --------
He sub-side all of My feelings'
And this is no wonder...
            --------
Even though He had carried
His Cross on His own
He never forsake Me
He never left Me alone
           - Fore -
I am but one of His legion
And He was but,
The One and only begotten Son
He was the baby Child Jesus
The Lord and Holy One!
I shall treasure Him
Threw out the day's of my life!


                    GF


Details | Free verse | |

Color of a Man's Character

The Color of a Man’s Character
We all bleed
And cleave to 
Those we leave

We all smile when we are greeted
And cry when we are mistreated

Why do we choose to abuse others 
For the color of their skin?

Why do we think that only 
Our own color should win?

We’re all the same underneath 
We all deserve peace 
When we lay down to sleep

Love one another while you can
Show your son how to be gracious
The color of a man’s character 
Is how he treats his fellow Man.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Beautiful Consists Of More Than One Colour

This Poem is about racism
Have you wondered: That Homogeneousity is relative and does not exist? Why air is a mixture of gases and not just one matter? how the radiation from Sun consists of several raws? How Metal and Wood can make up a door? Why each Animal Genus has a species and more? Why diversity is the bedrock of Nature? And no National Flag consists of only one colour? Why then: Green and Black Grapes cannot be at par? Coffee and Whiskey cannot be served in the same Bar? A Sunflower and the Rose cannot grow in the same Jar? And then we make these pairing possibilities seem so afar? And Yet! Some make one less and the other better. Even with the advantage given to the latter, it still turns out to be the hater. Leaving the former feeling very bitter and in both minds hatred litter and forgetting that the difference is not as thick as a centimeter.


Details | Ballad | |

Survey Of A Happy Life

Survey Of A Happy
life.

The question I was
asking:
The couple answered;
it's Good-Flavorful
and lasting.
It is fun and
uplifting
it's giving and
sacrificing
It is easy to
Identify
if you know the
signs.

Reciprocating,unselfish
It is hushed kisses,
smooth caresses
gentle movements
that induce deep-
gutted moans
it is pillow talk
and long walks-

A blood rush to
cheeks.
it is rocking chairs
and wheel chairs
It's thanking
God for each other -
for the ability
to remain meek.

And for our,
grandchildren
adored.. seeing the
past presented in
the
presence of their
eyes.
Enduring and over-
looking each
failure.
Sharing of favorite
stories for the
Ump-tenth time.

The prayers,the joys
shared, produced the
unity that made
us strong. Strong
enough together to
withstand disasters.
Escaping cracks
and sink holes...

We who know,know
the value of
these...
Also we see the
importance of
laughter.
We knew how to live
-
we knew love then
and shall, in the
hereafter.!


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Beltaine - English then Spanish Translation

  BELTAINE (English and 
Spanish Translation)
If I could gather for you, flowers fair,
the first of summer, slip them in your hair,
to light your face, the tremble of your smile,
how much in love I'd be at what is there.

If I could welcome May in all her bliss,
the window into summer's melting kiss,
I'd know the greatest joy, though for a while,
and die among the gods, for only this.

If I could open summer, and her pain,
each ray of sunlight fair, each drop of rain,
each courting dove, each flit of butterflies
each welcoming of death, that ends all pain.

If I could capture Beltaine at sunrise,
'twould shine much like the light there in your eyes...
.BELTAINE
Si podría recolectar para usted, florece favorablemente, el primer
del verano, los deslizan en su pelo, para encenderse la cara, el
temblor de su sonrisa, cuánto en amor sería en cuál hay.

Si podría dar la bienvenida a mayo en toda su dicha, la ventana en el
beso que derrite del verano, sabría la alegría más grande, aunque
por un rato, y el dado entre los dioses, para solamente esto.

Si podría abrir verano, y su dolor, cada rayo de la feria de la luz
del sol, cada gota de la lluvia, cada paloma que corteja, cada
revoloteo de mariposas el cada dar la bienvenida de la muerte, que
termina todo el dolor.

Si podría capturar Beltaine en la salida del sol, ' brillo del twould
como la luz allí en sus ojos. 
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet)