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Premium Member Falling

                                                                R ainbow hues in 
                                                ge  ntle   flowing mist,
                                     tu  mbling    down, down,
                  dow  n.  Sprays  of   moistened 
                 bre  eze   from   roaring   water
                   ca  sca  ding    in long    falling
         str  eams,   echo    thro  ugh  dream
        fill  ed    chasms    of     gently filtered
          li  ght    growing    ever   darker past
            ro  cky    ou   tcrops    of  granite   and
      mi  ca, sp  arkling    in   the sun.   Trickles 
      of   tiny    rivul   ets find    their   own  path 
   aro   und   boul   ders that   block   their way
    like    st   one    sentinals   refusing   passage
    to   the w  eary    trave    ler, but it   continues
       relent  lessly    movi   ng on its   unknown
           jo  urney   to    an un    knowable   de  stiny
               lap  ping   ag   ainst   its    captive   channel,
        ne   ver    able    to break   free,   longing    for
      rel  ease    and     the    freedom   to flo  w on its
     own    pa    th, to     make    its   own way.    Weary
         fro  m     its     never    ending   quest,   it is ever 
     se    eking    thro     ugh    tumultu  ous   desire the
   rel    ief from its     unending    tor   ment   and pain.
        Yet,      it      pers    everes   in its    never    ending 
               qu    est       to    find its pl  ace of    rest as it
               fa     lls,      fa    lls, fa     lls    deeper   and  deeper
in      to      the      gaping        maw       of       the         abyss 
where         awaits,                    forever             more,        the                    
inky                                darkness                                 of 
eternity



11/30/15

Babel

Sobre pressão do hip-hop
estou aqui para declarar
a primeira guerra  mundial
do amor
o amor que carrego dentro de mim
o amor que vossos barcos de escravatura
partilharam com os meus ancestors
chorando lágrimas de tristeza,
sobre pressão do hip-hop
faço rimas diabólicas
que atormentam vossos nossos corações
carregando dentro de mim
abuses de raiva
que nem um cão raivoso
ladrando
“Mawe Africa, yaye mother land”
pai meu que estais no céu
santificado são as suas boas obras
que seus herdeiros a destruirão
construindo a torre babilónia
a torre das desgraças tribais
shangweni kalishi shoye, mepya yankweni kutoolamo omatanga.
Ye
ongame ngu omensageiro da verdade
escrevendo
que nem um hip-hop
about the black history
my history
your story
the ******* history
that does not have his own mind
his own country
but deep down under my soul
I have my own mind,
my own culture
and
my own country
sobre pressão do hip-hop
sacrificando a minha caneta
sangrando this sheet mother f… want me dead
ondaninga hano shike ndimone iihuna ngawo
ongame ngu omuthigwa
ndathigwa
procurando por um bem estar
e não um bem ser
sobre pressão do hip-hop
faço rimas nojentas
rebentando vossos estômagos
criando digestão
nem se quer podes dar um passo em falso
kabwalala será o seu sofrimento
enquanto estiveres a ler esta plurificação tribal
ngasakidila kabwalala
por teres dado cabo do mulungo
mal dizendo
de um brain washed
that does not believe in one love,
let it be his historical death
let him desaparecer
but before let me say one love one world one destiny
ndishi ndya ngongo let me smoke you
como se foces o cachimbo da paz
o cachimbo da plurificação
que seus consumidores a desrespeitaram,
sobre pressão do hip-hop
kwaku ni
kwaku
usukula.

Radio Days

"...Tell me it's true, 
we're everything we remember,
tell me memories never fail us, tell me
we take them with us, that I'll take you
with me, and you'll take me...'
    --Richard Blanco, "Questioning my Cousin Elena"


Does anyone remember Hans Von Kaltenborn, 
or "Moon Glow with Martin," besides me?  H. V.,
pioneer radio newscaster, his distinctive brisk 
staccato first heard when my father pulled the Lincoln 
off the highway under sheltering trees.  Rain,
pounding the roof of the car, a small child inside,
the Great War oceans away, and a father, 
listening to the reassuring Kaltenborn voice
when all was safe within a car in a rainstorm.
Radio formed us:  Dick Martin bringing WWL,
New Orleans, from the ballroom of the Roosevelt
Hotel, to a high school beachside house party-- 
his intimate modulations and midnight music, 
eons before the advent of the big tube. Does
the power of the voice escape you? 
Think HITLER.
© Nola Perez  Create an image from this poem.


Aynanin Otesindeki Kadin

Aynanin otesindeki Kadin

Baslangic..
 Yok imkani yok.
 Kagidim kalemim yok.
 Internetimde yukardaki odada.
 Cikamam keyfimi bozamam.

Sonra bulundu kagit ve kalem.
 Yazildi hikaye kalemle.
 Kacinci yuzyildayiz.
 Eski okul ,eski hikaye

Bolum 1
 Lodosun sesi hep yatak odamda.
 Ruyalarimda ugultular devlerin gurultusu.
 Ah ruzgarlari lodosun hapis oldu korkularim firtinalara.
 Martilarin sesleri minarelarde dolanir bagirir uyandirir duslerimden
 Bazen mutlu bazen korku kiz kulesine baktikca ve martilarin sesslerini duydukca.

Nadide can nadir can aynaya baktiginda ne gordun can.

Bolum 2
 Lodosun ve poyrazin ruzgarinda gecti zaman.
 Hikayelerinle buyudu anasinin, kitaplarla buyudu hediyesi babasinin.
 Hele bir hikayeleri var ana da madam Curie den Einstein na
 Dunyayi baris icinde yasatmaya dair binbir hikayeler
 Aynaya baktim , gordum anamin ruhunu.
 Goremiyorum kendimi.

Bolum 3
 Bu antoloji mi olacak?
 Yoksa hikayesi mi hayatin?
 Yukselir sesler bir cig gibi duser.
 Uyanir derin uykusundan Nadide.
 Acilir gune dogan bir cicek gibi hayatina.
 Gordun mu kendini aynada Nadide?

Bolum 4
 Umit ederki ev yapacak da insanlari kurtaracak
 Iste secimi mesleginin ve esinin
 Yil 70 ler sokaklarda birlikte vatan ve bagimsizlik kosusu.
 Bir kisrak gibi yalin bir yagmur damlasi kadar ozgur
 Nadide ve Nadir.

Bolum 4
 Yoklukta sevda ve karanlikta isik bir cocuk.
 Buruk mutluluk gocen nice yigitler.
 Suskun kalmis anilar duser soguk geceler de birer birer.
 Bak be aynaya kendinle bak be umutlarinla.
 Gorulmez olma kir aynayi gec karsiya Nadide.

Reyhan Yucebay

Religion Over Healthcare

It's always an issue with parents choosing 
religion over healthcare. It makes me sixk 
just hearing about it. Here these kids are, 
dying of life-threatening diseases, 
including cancer, and instead of taking 
them to the doctors so they could be 
cured, those ignorant parents are always 
relying on God to help theor kids recover. I 
see that the bad mothers and the bad 
fathers, not wanting to let doctors cure 
them of cancer or whatever deadly 
diseases they've got, would rather ler their 
kida die than live out the rest of their 
lives.Now, how sick is that? These 
peopeople can call themselves Christian 
scientists all they like, but they'll rot in the 
Giant Pit of Inferno for that. This is why 
we've got healthcare; that's why we've got
 
doctors: they're here to nurse me and 
everybody else back to health. How dare 
these people choose religion over 
healthcare, how dare these people not 
take their children to doctors' offices, how 
dare these so-calles "Christian scientists" 
not allow the doctors to cure their kids of 
cancer, AND LEAVE THEM TO DIE!! That's 
so unforgivible in one too many different 
ways! The supposedly Christian scientists
 
should've known that God wasn't going  to 
help them recover from diseases and 
stuff. It's a dog gone shame that their 
parents are not doing the right thing by 
taking them to get medical attention, and 
it's a downright disgrace. Have they no 
shame? Have they no decency? If this 
whole "religion over healthcare" ordeal 
continues, and it doesn't stop,  the whole 
world's going down,  and the future of all 
children will be not so good. Something 
must be done right now.

Her Jawer Jaber

Nyako adwari bende anyalo heri
Yawa apari warom mondo aleri
Iberna kendo ochuna mondo aweri
Ateri mos walos wach
kawinjo nyingi to chunya liel mach
kel chunyi machiengni an kwach
Onagi Ja nyakach
sibuor moluor ekor gweng
wouoyi motegno kendo rateng
A jaber her jawer
karwa kodi chwe kendo ler
Andikoni akonie kaka iber
A jaber Her Jawer
pada gi kwe kendo irodha gi hera
Dalawa ateri kendo dalau itera
Imos baba gi mama,dana gi kwara
owadwa nyaminwa ji duto riti
Gidwaro ngeyo kiti
Gidwaro chi wuoyi
A jaber her Jawer
Dhok nyaka ater
choras nyaka awer
nyaka kaka iber
kaka iler
mara ma aseyiero
Ma yuthe te dwaro
yawa singna ni chwo ikwero
kendo an e kende
Achiel kende
E piny matinde
jaber singna
herawa Pakna
Sungri sweetheart pakri, tingri malo
An mari pile dak wasenyalo
mudho mag hera waseloyo
Hera omoko, hera omuoch
hera Opoto, hera Lich
jaber Her jawer
winje kaka awer
her Jawer jaber.


Tancred Oengus Ler

My golden boy dog Tancred Oengus Ler,
More often known as Tannie Bear,
Is always of two minds.

One a gentle, knightly mien, “a ladies' man”,
the other lusty and feisty,
when roused to tussle by his vixen she dog, out of hand.

A contented giant of even moods,
'Til his courage must best the ire of a grumpy foe.
Later, patiently and nobly awaiting attention or food,
Then stubbornly defending a treat, not letting go.

 His massive blond fur curls into ringlets,
When running surf and swimming far at salty beaches.
He’ll calmly keep me company there 'til sun sets. 
Great love and patience are the gifts his life teaches.

Feverishly fetching balls and sticks as time flies by,
He’ll steal gloves from your pocket on the sly.
He loves to roll in the grass and finds it a tasty snack,
When he’s not paws to the sky, rubbing some itch on his back.

Oh, my wise old friend, my Honey Bear,
Though you loathe the brush and you’re not a cuddly thing,
You’ll listen endlessly as I chatter and sing.

The secrets to a happy life you are aware,
I pray we walk many more miles before your last fling.

 M. Renee Taylor
 4-29-2010

Premium Member One for posterity '

It happened..To happen, its perhaps how best to explain.? Dietrich wrote about some ' tators.' In the footles vein, i hope its
Plain.? I then made a comment.' On another slang name known.' Causing her to recalibrate..Too taters..
Ler it be shown.' So
Now it seems there is a standerd..On how to mis-pronounce.? Will we influence the Mirriam-Webster.? Might they weigh the terms, just like the pound or ounce ? So it
Seems we've achieved the improbable.' Where, a slang word is reccognized.' Will we end up in Paris to receive a sorbonne
Prize.? The possibility's seem endless.' 
When you try this out for size.' Even 
though post-eriors must 
take up the sacks
 if
We stay low, and this stock sells.' Though 
Thats not
My point, its just interesting, to be part of lifes flow )

Ler her know, about spell, Gospell! Respectfully, to get her, let her go!

 Ler her know, about spell, Gospell!
 A Poem of Jibonananda Das  

 Intertwined light, through the lighted and the half lit dimmed
 Not about a dream perhaps, perhaps among a tedious may 
 Not about dream - not about peace - not about love
 A blossoming may for an unspoken, perhaps, also an unsung, just born  
 I am an undeniable denial to deny any more
 And my hand receives the warmth, as the hand surmises 
 All day long, for so long, all long gone, of one little value or none
 The way and the may and all about the say
 seemingly so
 seemingly so.

 Who is the weave and the chant, as they weave along
 Who will be the churn of this half lit, dimmed among
 Of about all these and those, their say and may, as they say so
 Who else will be there, anymore? Solar, a Vitamin D?
 Who else will leave anymore for a miss understood? Semolina, say molina 
 All about and all, once more, again
 All about and all, seedless or even a seed, sprouts 
 Those days and all long gone! Waiting for the harvesting season!
 The soil and the sunlight, the scent
 The water and the sunlight, the scent
 An yearn to see the neon or the sun
 A peasant and the full swing of rejuvenation
 Who else will be  there roaming on this earth, awakened?
 Not dreams- nor tranquility-only a remnance of one among 
 Sensual, faculty, intellectual.

(first draft- incomplete)

Fazer Mais E Mais

Fazer mais e mais

Você sabe que
fez mais e mais,
quando percebe
cada dia muito curto
para todos 
os pensamentos 
que quer pensar, 
todas as caminhadas 
que quer fazer, 
todos os livros 
que quer
ler e todas 
as pessoas 
amigas que 
quer ver,
Ah! o dia fica curto
para fazer de tudo
mais e mais.

Poema Do Futuro

Poema do Futuro

2018 é futuro
É amanha
Isso 
Exige pensar conscientemente
E consciente, 
meditar os destinos. 

Os dias passam
Transformam-se em décadas
AH... os anos correm, 
deslizam como a água
E o poeta a poetizar!

Um dia...
por mero acaso, 
alguém lê
sem saber porquê. 
Lê, e sorri. 

Nada dos sentimentos
De outrora, 
Nada de antes, 
tudo se transformou. 

O amor tem outras falas, 
a dor outras arestas, 
a esperança outros disfarces, 
a raiva outros esgares. 

Depreende-se da leitura
a existência de um exemplar humano
curioso
é tudo quanto fica, 
é tudo quanto resta 
de um ser que entre outros seres 
vagueou sobre a Terra. 

Esse é o amanha
Pensado conscientemente.

Acesse aqui diariamente para ler e distribuir uma frase nova: https://www.poetrysoup.com/quotes/members/85415

Palavras De Poder, Use E Conquiste

Palavras de poder - saiba como usar
Nossos poemas e outras palavras.

Palavras de poder são palavras que se usa para desencadear uma resposta psicológica ou emocional prevista. Elas são chamadas de “palavras poderosas” porque são tão persuasivas que as pessoas simplesmente não conseguem resistir a ser influenciadas por elas!

As palavras de poder podem ser usadas por qualquer pessoa para motivar as pessoas a realizar uma ação específica.

Se você quer atrair seus visitantes para ler uma postagem no blog, optar por sua lista de e-mail ou clicar no botão "Comprar agora" na sua página de vendas, palavras de poder são sem dúvida a maneira mais rápida e fácil de aumentar suas taxas de conversão.

A 5ª Edição do livro mostra 700 palavras de poder, palavras de agradecimento e palavras que aguçam a curiosidade produtiva. AH E mostra até frases feitas - Tudo para brasileiros e brasileiras e outras nacionalidades derivadas de lingua latina. 

Acessse agora - Grátis agora - SIM, EU QUERO RECEBER O LIVRO digital https://issuu.com/dalpiero/docs/2018_rev__frases_e_poesias_para_emp

Vida 2023

Vida 2023

Em 2023 ? ou no momento em que ler essas palavras  
? assuma que a sua vida, 
minha vida, a vida humana 
tudo, deve  
criar pensamentos  
e ambientes sobre a vida. 

Cerque-se de coisas bonitas. 

Trabalhe continuamente para fazer-te  uma vida de mais escolhas.

Escolha um trabalho que te realize através das pessoas que você sabe existirem.

Saiba que apesar das possibilidades daquela pessoa que segue “estes recomendos”  ainda asiim a vida é difícil. 

Nada vem facilmente. 

Tudo o que fizer depende de você, 
mais do que de outras pessoas.

Comer E Ler

Comer e ler

Leia sempre uma mensagem 
ou uma história
ou mesmo uma frase
de otimismo
logo ao acordar.

Use seu tempo livre
para ler mais histórias
e conta.

Se você comer três vezes ao dia, 
será alimentada. 
Mas se você ler mensagens de otimismo
três vezes ao dia, 
será sábia.

Embora

Embora

Embora as dificuldades,
o trabalho forte continua,
nunca pares de sonhar,
porque os sonhos duradouros
são aqueles que se realizam.

Tu sabes que és o futuro,
enfrenta a tarefa com orgulho e sem medo,
aprende com aqueles que podem ensinar-te,
as experiências daqueles que te precederam.

Ajudando-te a caminhar pela vida
a sociedade de hoje, 
estão nós que somos os “poetas vivos”
damos Viva a vida!

Aqui você pode ler ou editar, parafrasear ou modificar as melhores frases e poesias inspiradoras, instigadoras de condutas nos negócios e na vida.

http://bit.ly/Melhor_da_Poesia_Transformadora

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