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made with canva   What is poetry?    The usual definitions are just one click away. But to each poet or wannabe poet the answer would be a gamut of words and phrases both imagined and defined. Each one unique. Some might be fathomable, others oblique. It depends on ones point of view and the history of that point of view. What is a poem?    Is it enough that words rhyme or have cadence. Or in answer to contemporary voices, none at all but needs some sort of flavor that only its author understands. Many scholars attempt to decipher some hidden meaning between lines and words of dead poets.    What if there is none? What if a poem is simply a cornucopia of words as they come out of our heads, or fingers as we type or write depending on ones preference.    Maybe in some deep-seated consciousness a poem is ones attempt to put definition to an otherwise pale view of the world. Or simply some neural rumblings that needed shape and texture. Po...

You do know how to wait Almost a day and half You gave a nudge But wait The birth street is not open Your papa's sweat Beaded and glistened like pearls Still we wait The big roundness of the moon Sent rays of moonshine So you'll find your way out Still we wait Abuelos anticipating As if it were to be the first time They will hold a pea-sized hand Still we wait No pains came it was difficult to tell Whether you're coming Still you take your sweet time Serenely floating In your sac of life I couldn't blame you The outside is a completely alien place But that is still a far away place Don't be too late in coming My little Kiara Papa and mama would very much like to meet you

You know that love  Is never fair It chooses It rejects  It hurts You know too It's because of this Every nanosecond counts You choose You try to hold on Sometimes it ends Sometimes it lasts A lifetime An eternity Each passing moment You hope it will last Or not Or you move on Or you delay and cling For as long as fate Would let it Or you let go Find new faces Consider new lives You move on But you don't forget You are bound In love's shadow You wait Or you stop looking back

I have promised you some verses, which up until now I haven't done. It's not because you don't inspire me, it's more because I only write poetry when there are things I cannot say, and with you I can say and share everything. You have my heart and with it is my poetry.  ↞⇼↠ Te Quiero, Carino I don't know if you'll ever find this page Perhaps not. I'd prefer that. Because these verses They don't come near to expressing The depth of what I feel for you. It's so cliché. It's hard to find words unique Which will only mean you. I promise to write another one Something that could rival the beauty of the sunset But perhaps If I try that It will take a lifetime. Then I'll just read it to you When we're both 90 and weak in the knees Although being weak in the knees That doesn't have anything to do With being 90, it's when you're around. Perhaps we'll get our grandson to read it Because by then we'll be wea...

source: canva.com   In this busy, hectic world that we live in, we sometimes tend to overlook the simple things that could make the day for someone we love. Throw in recession and our minds simply stop functioning in the simple level. So, here's to give you a jolt and remind you that after everything, we still have the people we love who are standing by us and needs some teeny weeny attention to put that smile back on. 1. Hug. When you open your eyes, first thing in the morning and you wake up to this wonderful person snoring beside you, don't hesitate to give him/her a hug. 2. Kiss. After that hug it would be great to couple it with a kiss on the nose, the forehead or the cheek. Even that little nook between neck and shoulder, or that exposed shoulder quivering from the force of his/her snore. 3. Look him/her in the eye. When you wake up almost late in the morning, hurrying for work or that job interview, don't forget to take notice of this person who prepared yo...

source: canva.com I was working once as a directory assistance operator and got a call from someone who was having a serious debate with his friends. They were in a muddle so they decided to ask my professional advice on a very serious question: Who made the potato, The English or the French? The existence of the French Fries and the English Fish and Chips being a serious matter to consider made it harder to decide. But this is not about the potato. This article is about a poet who brought the potato to the English courts. Sir Walter Raleigh was an English aristrocrat, explorer, poet, writer, and many more. He brought not only the potatoes to England but also the tobacco and the tales of El Dorado. Twice he was imprisoned for love, of which, the second caused him his life. In 1591 he married one of Queen Elizabeth's ladies-in-waiting, Elizabeth Throckmorton, in secret without informing the queen. This caused both him and his wife imprisonment in the London tower. The sentence ...

The world has four corners At least that's what it says In Tolkien's and some other's tales And since then The world has divided into Many more corners I'd say There's the right To some it appears as the left Which one is correct? Bloods spill and children cry And for what? To reiterate the right from the left But which is which There are as many rights As there are as many lefts Dissected into microscopic proportions One needs to invent A telescope and a microscope Combined to see what is what I am right, you are right She is right, he is right Nobody admits We could all be wrong after all