Long 2002 Poems
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IT'S TOO EARLY FOR ME [TO GIVE UP ON
THE SEASON],.Dusty Baker. QUOTEHD.COM
"I lived a few years in San Francisco and
for many years in Northern California.
I was a long-time fan of the SF Giants
and their manager Dusty Baker."
"I remember game 6 of the 2002 world series against
the Anaheim Angels when Dusty Baker was the
manager of the Giants. The Giants were up 3
games to 2 and ahead 6 to 0 in game 6.
Then, there was a major threat in the game.
Dusty pulled the pitcher, and the disaster began.
From that moment, things went downhill for the giants.
They never recovered and lost the World Series."
"Yes, PAUL, that was really too bad for Dusty and
the Giants. Dusty went on to manage a couple of
other teams before he came to Houston. He had
good winning seasons with those teams, but they
never became champions with Dusty."
"You know something, BILL? I was just thinking about
how both the Giants and Dusty recovered from the 'Angels'
disaster and went on to become champions. A few years
after their debacle with the Angels, the Giants went on to win
two World Series. The Giants won with a different manager, and
this year, at the age of 73, Dusty became a champion when he
and the Houston Astros won the '22 World Series".
"PAUL, that is some really good thinking. We can all learn a
ton of lessons from that story. I tell you PAUL, that Giants
and Dusty saga speaks volumes to me about the power of
making changes, and the resolve to keep believing and
never give up on yourself". "Thanks BILL".
112022PSCtest, Dialogue Proficiency. Matt Caliri
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My love when you leave
When you walk away
It's my moon vanishing
It's my sun disappearing
I do not eat
And your delicious food sleeps under the covers
I drink hard at night, very late
Like a blotting paper
You are my moon and my sun
At night, I have no sleep
Since your beautiful body is not there
Mine stayed very cold
In the absence of your warmth
Too far from happiness.
When you leave
I do not sing
I am late
Slow is my stepping
It's death
My thoughts are on you, on you
Everything annoys me under the roof
It's my sun that's not there
It's my moon that slips away
And it's the exodus of my hope
Under the non-starry vault in the evening.
Love, you see
That I love you with passion
You are my treasure, my good
You're the one who gives me the way
To live with the greatest respect
In an atmosphere of love and peace.
Love, when you leave
My pen is weeping
I'm scared, I'm dying
And I drink like a bibulous sleeve.
P.S. Translation of “Amour Quand Tu Pars” by
By Hébert Logerie
Copyright © December 2002, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
"A World Inside - Love's Glamour"
See the golden chord
it extends beyond,
resides inside your world
you remain connected
the true Love
never lets you go
somersault backwards
then forwards like a child
rolls down a lush green hill
towards
the next exit
tomorrow
blue sky above
a world inside, rosy
opens through soul’s eye
you're kicked like a
rolling stone eventually
from Hell then out through Bardo
light refracted
dilated tunnel
through amygdala chambers
a journey, there are battles
within heart marrow
lost is found by those past sorrow
barefoot in wet grass
smiling gently, heaven-like
a known angel pulling you in
towards
towards
towards ...
Love's glamour
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
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“On the Transmigration of Souls” / John Adams, lyrics, music composition
https://youtu.be/bwoasXzLdVY
John Adams/Composer
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Transmigration_of_Souls
On the Transmigration of Souls/
First performance:
September 19, 2002 Avery Fisher Hall
New York Choral Artists
Brooklyn Children’s Chorus
New York Philharmonic, Lorin Maazel, conductor
Sound design by Mark Grey
partial Lyrics.
https://www.antiwarsongs.org/canzone.php?lang=en&id=3843
These superficial lives we lead,
are they really worth the cost?
Like a charging stallion-steed,
we're strong and proud... but lost.
The things today we hold in hand,
are temporary treasures,
but effort spent to feed your soul
will surely last forever....
If you could know the day you'll die,
would you let time just idle by?
Or would you try to bend the course of fate,
to make that final ending late?
So this question might be asked,
when you're finished with this lifelong task.
Of all the laughter, sweat and tears...
will it matter in a hundred years?
Copyright © 2002
If I had a Christmas Whistle.
I'd blow it in your face.
I'd make lots of noise.
Without no disgrace.
It's Christmas time darling.
And joy fills the air.
For Santa is calling.
His team of reindeer..
There's snow on the rooftop.
Firewood in the stove.
Warming up Santa.
From the bitter and cold.
On Dasher, On Prancer, On Vixson let's go.
For Santa is waiting.
To get on with the show.
So if I had a Christmas Whistle.
I'd blow it in your face.
I'd make lots of noise.
Without no disgrace..
It's Christmas time darling.
And joy fills the air.
For Santa is calling..
His team of reindeer...
Christmas Whistle Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2002,2014..ALL rights reserved..
*Paghuli ng Bulalakaw*
Minsan ako'y nakahuli ng isang bulalakaw,
at sa aking mga kamay inilagay
Ako'y lubhang napaso, nasaktan ng lubusan
kaya't aking itong pinakawalan...
Isang gabi, natanaw ko ang isang tala
na nagliyab sa himpapawirin
Akin lamang tinignan, at aking pinagmithian
Wari ko'y ngayon, tama ang aking ginawa.
July 23, 2010
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*Catching Falling Stars*
Once I caught a falling star
and cupped it in my hand...
It burned me so, it hurt me so
that I just had to let it go
Then one night, I saw a star
that blazed across the sky...
I looked at it, just wished upon it
and I knew that this time, I did right.
May 28, 2002
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Oddly enough I haven't really written any poems in
my native tongue, tsk tsk shame on me!!
(I've only written only ONE, wow)
& it's taking me forever to translate it to English
so, I decided to go about it the other way around
and translate an old poem of mine instead, & here
it is! My Filipino translation though is sort of rusty when
it comes to the flow of the poem (but hmm I guess
only those who know how to speak Tagalog would see that ^_~)
it's fun though so I just might try to write more translations!
Gert sure makes this look sooo easy!! ;)
Valentine
It is that time, yes it is Valentine.
Even though I am not yours, as you know,
and, as it goes, you are not mine,
yet let me take this opportunity to show,
that during this day – a passionate time –
there is something we all need – its name is love –
and whether it comes to you – from me – in a rhyme,
or from a heart, cold and old, or from the spirit above
that which some of us are,
or that which might make us a star
in the eyes opened – who can see –
and know that which comes from me.
It’s no, my Dear, an end.
Its Happy Valentines my Friend !!!
Linda B.
I am your watch tower, during the night, it seems,
who may help you get passed the fright in your dreams,
until, that is, dawns early light – that soothing light of day –
comes into, what becomes your night, and takes the fear away.
We pray that they will be gone, never more to stay
in the deep recesses of your troubled, mind’s eye,
but to take wing and fly freely into that great blue sky
where the winds of time will blow them high !!
Take them far above all that puts and keeps you down
so that you can take your life, turn it around,
know the music, hear it’s beautiful sound
fill your days, your nights and know what you found
will carry you above all that has driven you into the ground.
B. J. “A” 2
February 15th 2002
Let vision grow with faith and hope;
Let action flow to chart your scope.
Venture and win, learn as you start;
Keep focus keen with mind and heart.
Faith lights the way to form the fact;
Hope wins the day, love guides the act.
From thought to deed, the word you send;
Firm plot now seeds, your own best friend.
Let love’s pure glow bless and forgive;
Let wisdom show you how to live.
Intent you greet, to forge great plans;
Success you meet as you sculpt trends.
Discern and sense just what you do;
In present tense: now act on cue.
A loving heart brings peace of mind;
Let love impart as wisdom signs.
You have a choice: to be made whole;
God speaks, heed voice – spirit and soul.
Go on your way each brand new day
Start, make love pay just as you say.
All in due time, feel what you feel;
Heed flow of rhymes that touch and heal.
Leon Enriquez
31 Mar 2014
Singapore
(Note: Original draft circa July 2002.)
The world of Expectations
Expectations, do – in all likelihood – become frustrations.
They, in their painful anger, do become manipulations,
of both – both the aching heart and the fragile soul
and of the one’s you seem to want to know
and would prefer to show.
So, what one must do , is set them free, let them go
so that the seeds, one needs, in order to sow,
might have a chance – into something – grow.
Expectations, therefore laden the load, hamper creation,
making for uncertainties and difficulties in any situation.
WORDS
Words fly upon gossamer wings of invisible angles,
from sources of universal / internal, unseen energy,
to and through the fragile tips of my crystalline,
clear fingers, like specks of light, fireflies
out of the darkness of my mind, to light up,
- in shades of gray or rainbow colours, bright -
the empty spaces that wait to be filled.
Those pieces, - eight and a half by eleven – of paper,
pages I write, - for the sight of others – of shadows
that are cast upon the retinas of the minds that look,
upon, read, see, understand the essence of this old man.
Dawning of this day has come to us in untarnished,
Salvador Dalí, blues, chaperoned by a blinding glow
– that bright, life sustaining, golden orb radiating down –
giving light to this early mornings life, life in this tiny,
portion of this great blue planet – my multi coloured tomb,
my four cornered room, where loony size orbs , of violet,
indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red orbit, slither,
– in their cloak of rainbow colours – these coloured comets,
their tails streaking across, upon, all-around an ocean
of material objects, objects of historical value,
objects – a visual representations of , pages of my history
basking in the light of beautifully coloured flakes of rainbows,
drifting, rainbow specks, coloured splotches splashed across
the eggshell white bars of this prison I sometimes inhabit,
this tiny little universe washed in history and colours.
This beautifully coloured day was brought to me by crystals,
chipped at – pieces cut away by the hands of artisans –
by the hand of man to allow light – white and clear –
to be refracted, reflecting, releasing to sight, that which
the human eye is unable to comprehend, to see.
Rainbows filled my day – too bad they could not stay.
Then again, that would be asking to much, isn’t that the way ?
B. J. “A ” 2
October 27th 2002
Darkness falls across the shadowed halls of intimacy she takes her final breath.
She leaps into the murky waters of death, leaving behind her lovely fragrance of beauty, self proclaimed fame and one lonely child.
To fend for himself in this world of massacre. Darkness falls across the shadowed halls of intimacy.
Where are we going with this lonely twisted modern day masscarade called society. We think of others only judging ourselves against what is believed to be our true selves.
Darkness falls across the shadowed halls of intimacy. Intuition so it is said should guide us through. Subconscious then may not be true.
Although race religion culture and creed may tear us apart there is one thing holding us together as human beings.
Love, for love is the battle that will forever be fought but will never truly be won. Love will always burn the flames that ever so stretch the lengths of eternity.
Darkness Falls across the shadowed halls of intimacy.
-Jim Morrison Jr ©?2002