Hazel eyes speak a deep soul
and I drown like a marooned sailor
gulping the baleful brine.
With such palpable need
I fear as death cannot inspire
that I am fixated like a rat
to the snake-eyes of unshaken indifference.
As one does without knowledge,
the chest-aching specter of certainty
that drives men to be fools
--What would you have me do?
Trust to fate and come to me,
Or else arrest this froward heart.
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true ...
All I want for Christmas
Is you ...
Isang Masagana, Mapayapa, at Makabuluhang Pasko po sa Inyo!
La crónica existencial de Adriano Corrales | por : Alfonso Peña | Una Entrevista
Una conversa con Adriano Corrales, no es una labor sencilla, ni puede ser complaciente, porque Adriano, se desliza en un doble, o triple andarivel creativo y sociocultural. Esto hace que el método a utilizar requiera una alta dosis de maduración.
En sus diversos matices, Adriano es ante todo escritor: poeta, ensayista,...
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It is that time of night again,
Suffocating and inky black.
The moon hidden from sight,
Strange chills up your back.
Walking along now,
Down this lonely street,
With its flickering, dying lights
You are quick to move your feet.
A sound from behind
Or was it from beside?
Adrenaline, heart pumping,
You increase your stride.
Real or imagined,
You cannot say.
Fear fills you,
And there it stays.
Almost home now,
Letting your guard down.
Something tugs at yo...
The first snow of the season falls
Walls of white and gray envelope the land
The earth snuggles in for a long nap
The hectic head long rush of time slows
Nature girds itself for Winter's deep carees
and begins to dream of Spring
Grinning figure you twist and turn.
Going through motions you don’t learn.
Someone pulls and tugs your wires,
Your body is frail and quickly tires.
And you don’t try to fight,
You perform throughout the night.
And you dance,
And you dance,
And you dance.
Dancing to those devilish strings,
Not holding hope for better things.
Trapped in the same routine,
Your tortured self remains unseen.
And still you don’t try to flee,
Just frolic with imagined glee.
Life is A Journey 人生如旅 Written by Jack London
From the hell to the heaven,
There’s no straight way to walk.
Sometimes up, sometimes down.
Hope creates a heaven for us,
Despair makes a hell for us.
The Search for HappinessHappiness is like a beautiful butterfly
The more you chase it, it soars high
But leave it alone, and sit down at peace
It will settle near, and then grasp it with ease
Happiness is like a delightful rainbow
With a spectrum of hues, it does glow
It adds the shades of color to a day long
And fills life with tinges of rhyme and song
Happiness is like a candle bright
Its flame brightens the shadowy night
Its radiance spreads the rays of cheer...
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Thanks to all my readers - Buddah Moskowitz
Did you ever try writing poems as a child? Maybe for that boy or girl you liked? I remember writing poems. I used a particular style I had seen someone else do that I thought was really cool at the time (and still do to this date). It involved using the persons name using each letter in their name to make the first word on each line of the poem. For example (the name chosen is random and not necessarily from someone in my past, just in case):
Sweet as honey
Always so true
First, start with the title:it must be directly related to the content of the Poem - or not. Then, begin the Poemwith a phraseof tempting ambiguity,a detail so compellingthat the reader will follow youas you pull back to reveal its unexpectedmilieu. Continue by making an arcane allusionto a 17th century English essayistor by adding a sly referenceto one of the lesser known Beats(nothing from Ginsberg,Kerouac, Burroughs or Bukowski, please) – this will establishyour lit credamong ...
Everywhere I lookI see the flocklost in their prayers: young and oldrich and poorJew and Gentile. Each in holy communionhuddled around their electronic beads,their mutant rosaries. Speaking in tonguesto unseen companions, each believer in holy solitudeconnected to something greater than themselves. In gratitude they offer the abstract sacrificeof their time. At last,the world is of one accord. Bridging the gapbetween human lonelinessand cosmic emptinessis this ...
Use lots of customer data
The telecom industry has a significant advantage over other sectors--it has a huge amount of customer data. The key is collecting and integrating that data to create a single, comprehensive view of the customer across all of his/her services. Telecom carriers need to start understanding that a customer may have other relationships with the company. Daniel Kenyon, vice president of communications industry strategy at PeopleSoft, cites as an example a high-...
This mortality creeps upon me like the relentless single-minded zombies from “Night of the Living Dead.” Death and all her servants keep dropping hints into my lifelike postcard solicitationsfalling out of magazines. My eyes take longer to refocus. My torso stiffens overnight. My hips surprise me with their occasional ache andsome presumably insightful thoughts vanish before they ever reach my tongue. It’s temptingto luxuriate in the pastbecause I like what...