Long Colombia Poems

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Premium Member The Final Frontier

From the beginning of time there has been exploration
To undiscovered places by every rich nation
Mans great love for exploring has moved up a gear
He has accepted a new challenge; the final frontier.

Nineteen fifty seven saw the launch of sputnik one
Followed by sputnik two, the space race had begun
Russia was the first off the starting block
America was busy working around the clock.

The following year America entered the race 
By sending explorer one up into space
Russia then sent up their first cosmonaut
America then followed with an astronaut.

America was now leading in the race for space
President Kennedy’s wanted a man, on the moons surface
The whole world was watching, they were eager to see
Eagle Landers touchdown in the sea of tranquillity.

Research and development is now taking place 
To establish planet Mars as a forwarding base 
Future missions will refuel and take on supplies
So astronauts can venture out into darker skies.

Look up on a clear night and look for the space station
Manned by astronauts from more than one nation
Mankind has shown that he has the capability
By developing spacecraft that was once fantasy.

There have been many celebrations and even some tears
Accidents have caused deaths of some brave pioneers
Two NASA space shuttles, Colombia and Challenger
Both exploded above the earth a tragic disaster.

Our sun will die out and mankind needs to survive
A new home is needed so humans can thrive
Mankind will colonise planets that’s a certainty 
Using great minds to develop new technology. 

Space exploration is new and is painfully slow 
In the big scheme of things, we’ve a long way to go
But one day these dreams will become reality
As man ventures  further out, beyond our own galaxy.


Written 30th March 2018.
Form: Narrative


The Journey of a Soul

Each morning the curtains were drawn because I didn’t have the energy to see the sun .. 
I dragged myself in slow motion from my slumber and painfully washed my face , this took hours and days to wash the darkness away ...
and it was still only 9am 
my thoughts on the mountain I had to climb that day , to finally reach the top .
I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror and I am back in my bed again like Groundhog Day , each morning my curtains were drawn because I didn’t have the energy to see the sun and it began again, the darkness of the abyss dragging me into its pit ... that was the journey of my soul for a few years and a bit..

I would watch the water flow from my tap ... and think .. look look at the wonder and miracle of that ... 

I would taste the finest coffee and walk the mountains of Colombia in my mind and this very thought would help me on my way .. up the mountain we climb x 

The sweetness of chocolate , a heavenly pleasure , a taste of grace , though  my spirit may have been tortured I am grateful for the emergence  and pleased to be awake .

A Statement: Not a Poem

Hello friends and future friends. I hope my 
choice of my poetic form is totally absurd. 
I don't even know what an Epithalamium is; 
so if you are looking for this form, I'm sorry 
to disappoint. I haven't posted in awhile, and 
perhaps it may be a bit instead of me just 
blurting out my mind through my mouth. 
I just got vack from a recent trip to 
Cartagena, Colombia and have been 
writing a collection. 

I am going to title it "poems from a broard"; 
the broad in this case is mi Musa Melissa. 
(Maureen, Melissa said you are beautiful 
and kept saying "weeeeee" [your last comment]

Presently I am trying to organize poems that 
I wrote on my trip as well as a lot written in the 
airport waiting to reluctantly leave Cartagena.

Please por favor keep in mind that I would like 
to present this as if a book; but know only 10 
poems for a period of 24 hours.; so hang in 
there with me and I will start to share. 
Thanks to all the folks I have met here, 
and the folks I hope to meet. Blessings!!!

Earthquake

Earthquake

E arth quivers, shakes and quakes violently
A ll around turns dark,the roof and walls begin to crumble
R ight before our very eyes
T o the right and to the left, all around us...
H umans are running for their lives...screaming...
Q uake!!!Quake!!!Get out! Get out now!!!
U nable to get out in time, Men, women
A nd children...are...
K illed instantly, or within seconds
E veryone left, inside, simply dies slowly...as rescue is impossible!



Sad but true 650 dead in Ecuador earthquake so far...will keep rising.
Two cities where I did social missionary work over 20 years ago
are unrecognizable, this week has been devastating for all.
The country has no real means to do rescue work, as heavy machinery
is not readily available, thank God! Mexico and Colombia are helping, as the Ecuadorian people are of humble means and are desperate!

John Derek Hamilton
April30,2016
Form: Acrostic

Just Desserts

when this poem title
is used with "she 
received her..."

it is a
negative
but i'm not

writing about
comeuppance but
about her sweetness

so should she be
a pie or cake or
something

other to call her
yet a pastry all 
the same

now i must admit
that i've given up
coffee and so
the tradition
of ending
a menu
with
a 

cup and
a dessert
doesn't work
for me any more
but the more i know
her i know the more i
need her and the irony 
is she's from Colombia

so

like a train
i cough
coffee
coffee
coffee
building e

nough to steam
milk foam for a 
cappuccino
but for me
those 
days
are

over but
when you
think that
your youth

is spent
or gone 
and went
remembering

i had a baby
tooth until i
was thirty
two or one

but i had
one but
maybe
it was

thirty
three
but no
that don't

seem to agree
with me thinking
that perhaps that
was my sweet tooth

so they
tried to take
her away from
me before she was

to
be
my
me

     lt
       in
          g
dis heart
Form:


Faith That Endangers and Saves

Faith that endangers and saves


It was 1988, Bogota, Colombia, during the time of (La Violencia) the 40 year war of insurgents against the government. At the same time Pablo Escobar was wreaking havok, killing and maiming thousands, all who opposed his cocaine empire. Americans who were found in the country were viewed with suspicion (were they DEA agents, were they spies?) I was there with 20 others (all North Americans) we were on a Christian missionary assignment, constructing the national headquarters and Bible publishing factory in a small town 40 kms outside of Bogota.  The Bishop was not happy with us building in his town.  He called and complained to the Mayor, who then called the Governor  who then called the President, who then called the Military to intervene in what they thought was some illegal clandestine activity by Americans.  Two convoys of soldiers came without warning, and broke into our compound, soldiers searching and screaming "donde estan los Gringos?" (where are all the Americans?) I was quickly hidden underneath a pile of wood in the carpentry shop, I could see the soldiers with their machine guns, in a frenzy checking everywhere. I prayed fervently for a half hour, supplicating God to save us! Not one of us were found that day!


Faith that endangers
Scorching animosity
God's saving power


For Faith Haibun Contest by Regina Riddle
July 09,2020
Form: Haibun

Premium Member Child Soldiers

A boy may play at war with toy type gun,
     although less now than in some years ago;
a make-believe endeavor just for fun.

     So shocking now, for currently, we know,
some third-world armies train boys very young- 
     to real war with real guns they go.

These boys, in war garb, with large weapons, flung-
     into small tender arms, make life/death calls.
Their childhood, gone- their value goes unsung.


August 25, 2016

~5th Place~
Contest: Knock Us Down With Your Lines
Sponsor: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Judged: 09/15/2015


The UN has identified 14 countries where children have
been widely used as soldiers. These countries are 
Afghanistan, Colombia, the Central African Republic,
The Democratic Republic of the Congo, Iraq, Mali,
Myanmar, Nigeria, the Philippines, Somalia, South Sudan,
Sudan, Syria, and Yemen.
Reference: The Middle East Institute

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