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Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and land
Says the Inca King?;In Spain, they leave the bustling streets,For sail to Peruvian shores;
Contract of Death
I heard today, the preacher say:"Daniel has warned us long ago,Of the trials and tribulations weA re now facing, with our foes?"
Ole Bulky Jeeps
Through late summer's heatThese bulky shaped jeepsRide by house and farmCity and barn-Hungry forSpring-again, hoping to avoidThe Slipping and slidingOf winter's ice and wind?[s]
Ode to Quetzalcatl
Quetzalcatl the Great
[As Told by the Last] King: it was in the year 23,700 BC that one of the two moons of earth was hit by a meteor that of which, a great part of the moon broke off and hit earth's surface with a devastating impact. Thus the solar system absorbed a cataclysm in unimaginable proportions, from Jupiter to Mars; knocking Earth out of its 100,000-year Ice Age. This destroyed three civilizations, two on Earth, and ours on Mars. That is when I left my home, on the giant rim of Olympus Mons, fifteen-miles high, over a thousand miles wide. Atlantis was originally on Mars you know; replanted on earth, from our residue and remnants. It happened like this?
Azra, Azra,Wake up Azra.Wake up Azra,It is time to go.Go where you mustBut hate to do so.Azra, it hurts me to say,But you are the way.Wake up Azra,You have to go.
(The city by the bay of Northern California, near which the Pacific Ocean resides; the year is 1967)
Key Largo:
The fans turn lazily in front of the door
Burning Autumn Leaves[1950s in St. Paul, Minnesota]
My long steel pointed rake puncturedAnd twisted through tons of autumn leaves(back in the '50s);And there's a hill yet, I didn't rake, I seeBehind it, two embankmentsLeaves I didn't rake a day ago;The essence of fall sleeps on the ground.I love the scent of burning leaves:I seem to dream of them nowadays.I cannot shake the excitement I getFrom the sight and smells of burning leaves.Now the city will not allow the burning,Not sure what can take its place-:Only wishful thinking and dreaming, I think.
Footprints to Mantaro Valley(English version)
In what retreat art hid?-
Real Power.
One Tsunami, and all our armies,Seem belittled by their wars,What Animals fled, and tribesmen read,Finally Arrives with crushing roar,Wholesale slaughter, purely by water,Makes us seem an irrelevance,Concepts of power, change by the hour,Faced with primal elements.Natures dice, thrown in a trice,In a grotesque game of craps,Whose final score, is real shock and awe,And rewriting global maps.Political reputation, seen by a nation,Hiding in its cosy hole of choice,Who promises braille, whilst the real mail,is delivered via the peoples voice.And the aftermath is all in its path,Is gone in waste and grief,Why does it take disasters wake,To unite us all in relief.No discrimination here, just abject fear,No religion or class escapes unscathed,No riches or show cheat the undertow,All submerged beneath the waves.In modern times, our greatest crime,Is to have lost feelings and lost touch,It takes catastrophe, to make you with me,To make everyone into us.Faced with apocalypse our planes and ships,Seem meaningful when not at war,But as our memory of disaster slips,Will we revert to squabbling like before.Maybe we should try, to all get by,And harmonise more from this date,Who knows when next the globe is vexed,Who knows the twists of fate.
1) End Poem
Wherever you are today-Is where you were meant to be;It's where God, dotted the'i' and the 't'?!
Mother's Day Poetry,
I'm Sorry Mom!
A Poem - By Lorraine Kember
It was a day like any other and mother, father, sister, brother, were carrying out the customs of their land.When suddenly without warning, Mother Nature came calling,shook the earth and stole the ocean from the sand.
Part OneMidget History
I am thirty-six inches tall, that is all-
Atahualpa's Game[Peruvian]
Sometimes, it's not wiseTo share your wisdom---as did, Atahualpa(The Inca King) in theGame of chess; thereafter,He was condemned to death.
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Night in Jamaica[Peruvianism: 1810]
In the quiet of the arctic night-In its deep northern skies,Dim are the lights, in its cold
Evening frost?!Even the stars of the arcticSeem silently stone frozen!
AFRICA(to africans in diaspora)
africa here i come, africaafrica of the black soulthe soul of an ancient culturethe culture of your timid tribes.