This little thing was inspired by a recent conversation……
forever haunting me
Her metaphors possess me
like a supernatural entity
clinging to my soul in desperation
Refusing to release me
as if it never had a body
to claim as its own
The ghosts in her verses
engrave poetry on tombstones
inside the graveyard of my heart
As her poetry eternally echoes
for her words are spirits
forever haunting me
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So, we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon
tread soft round mossy trees
where apples sweeten and hazels swell
walk a field fumed with poppies
and hear swallows over say farewell
on a peak between two spreads
turn from grey Atlantic’s fathomed heart
and face the cryptic blue Pacific
we’ve yet to delve and chart
be still and listen to sweet music
on Attic vase simple strung
and don’t regret the lovers never kiss
they are perfected and forever young
raise a glass full of the warm south
the night is tender and the moon is grand
we’ll drink to Beauty Truth and Love
and Peace to touch us with a magic hand
Is It Time To Tell The Young Generation ,
That Life is not the same anymore as before ?
Those whom you thought are your close relatives ,
Turned to be they envy your prosperity and success.
Those whom you thought were your the very best friend ,
They forsake and many times tried to put you down.
Those whom you lift up , helped and cared for,
When you needed them ,fled and stabbed you in the back.
Jalal Michael Sabbagh-http://mysuccessisyoursuccess.wordpress.com.
Los africanos cazados por los esclavistas en aquellos tiempos siniestros en que los seres humanos negros constituían una mercadería al servicio de la corona y de sus amos trajeron consigo religión y música, que poco a poco se fueron fusionando con las creencias y sonidos de la tierra en la que dejaron sangre y vida bajo el látigo de sus verdugos.
Segregados aún a costa de abdicar de sus deidades en aras de la conversión al cristianismo que les fuera impuesta, a fines del siglo XVIII surgieron los espirituales negros, adaptaciones de los himnos protestantes que dieron lugar al género gospel, caracterizado por la percusión y la armonía de las potentes voces que invitan a las personas a unirse a Dios y a celebrar las virtudes de la vida cristiana. La fusión del gospel con el rhythm and blues determinó el nacimiento del soul, cuya exponente máxima ha desencarnado días…
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Hi you, I want to help you!
We all suffer writers block sometimes
More than offen.
It’s ok to feel like that
Take deep breaths, drink lot’s of water
Go for a walk outside in the sunshine
Fill your head with Vitimin D to heal the brain.
Then return and reblog all my blogs on to your blog Sweetie
That way you are able to have heaps of fun
Now that would make me happy to see you happy.
Sharing blogs is sharing KINDNESS HONEY
THAT’S WHY WE BLOG
KEEP IT SIMPLE
AS TIME GOES ON WHO KNOWS
YOU MAY BE THE AUTHOR WE ALL FOLLOW
MAYBE PERHAPS YOU WILL FIND YOUR NICHE
BLOGGERS ARE HAPPY FOLKS
BE OUR FRIEND
Well, okay, I meant to post this in November last year. But I didn’t!
Double Indemnity (1944)
To celebrate #Noirvember and the return to cinemas of The Big Heat and In a Lonely Place, we select one essential film from each of the peak years of classic American noir.
We are feathers
on the whim of destiny’s breeze
fated to glide on uncontrollable
currents of air
that propel us as they please
Perhaps one day
fate will let a random wind
take me where I never flew
blowing me in the direction
that eventually leads me
closer to you
What goes around comes around, or Is It all upside down,
People get what they deserve but who are those who deserve.?
We get what we get, what kind of philosophy would that be,
Are we punished by god In the end or Is there ongoing punishment.
‘Karma” the belief that what you do bad or good, will, In fact, affect you,
The thought that a person will suffer the consequences for their wrong.
It appears that so many escape all the criminal acts that they do In life,
Could It be that through all of this that their every day Is In some way a prison?
I believe we all pay each day for that which we do In a bad way,
Unless we are of good or change our ways then again one day we will surely pay.