Friday, March 25, 2016
Poetry By Orange : Shall I tell you
Poetry By Orange : Shall I tell you: Shall I tell you why? Always when I need you most You left me Shall I tell you? How I long to have you here Just to know you are near...
Saturday, June 14, 2014
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25 March 2018
Today is the St. Patrick's Day Parade here in Bay Ridge. 3rd Avenue has been prepared for the Parade this afternoon. I wish I knew what time it was going to start.
Anyway I will just watch the people from the window on third floor, I am sure I will get a clue from the activities in the street.
I am so excited. I fell in-love with Ireland after reading my first novel about Dublin and its people. Oh then there was the movie Brave Heart, now who can forget that. Up until today I still see the hills and everything green and beautiful as I saw it in the movies that I've watched so far.maybe its because I can relate to there way of living. That's the working class. i got no idea how the rich live there lives in Ireland.
I cannot sometimes understand what they are saying. Like when I met two of Lisa's friend in Florida. You have to listen closely to understand them. Still to me all Irish are beautiful.
Yet my friend who have been living in Ireland for more then ten years tells me that the Irish doesn't much like any other nationalities. They stick to their clan. But I found the few that I met, do like and mix with the not Irish.
Its windy and cold but that's not going to put me off from watching the parade outside. I wonder what happened to the poem i have written years ago about Ireland. I remember some of the words, like hills far yonder/ upon waking/my heart belongs to you. Oh I so much wants to go there. One day this is a promise to myself, I will go to Ireland. It might sound silly but somehow I think I belong there. And for that reason I should at least go hike the hills of Ireland and soak in the wide open spaces.Maybe a distant family member once lived there, who knows, strange things happens.
I've got carried away, well its time for me to go outside and see where the vendors that's walking towards 86st are up too.
One more month here in good old America then its time to go home. This time its going to be much harder to leave my family behind. anyway I'm not going to think about that today. Nope I'm going to go and enjoy the Irish Parade.
My daughter is cleaning away, me I refuse, its Sunday. Pretty Sophia just told her mom, Mom listen, listen, I can speak in Spanish. Sophia love the Spanish, maybe because they are all around her. She should learn the language.She desperately wants her Frozen doll named Elsa to sing in Spanish. I found her listening to it on her Mom's phone in Spanish. Goodness the child is three years old but she knows how to work a phone and gets to YouTube.
Today is the St. Patrick's Day Parade here in Bay Ridge. 3rd Avenue has been prepared for the Parade this afternoon. I wish I knew what time it was going to start.
Anyway I will just watch the people from the window on third floor, I am sure I will get a clue from the activities in the street.
I am so excited. I fell in-love with Ireland after reading my first novel about Dublin and its people. Oh then there was the movie Brave Heart, now who can forget that. Up until today I still see the hills and everything green and beautiful as I saw it in the movies that I've watched so far.maybe its because I can relate to there way of living. That's the working class. i got no idea how the rich live there lives in Ireland.
I cannot sometimes understand what they are saying. Like when I met two of Lisa's friend in Florida. You have to listen closely to understand them. Still to me all Irish are beautiful.
Yet my friend who have been living in Ireland for more then ten years tells me that the Irish doesn't much like any other nationalities. They stick to their clan. But I found the few that I met, do like and mix with the not Irish.
Its windy and cold but that's not going to put me off from watching the parade outside. I wonder what happened to the poem i have written years ago about Ireland. I remember some of the words, like hills far yonder/ upon waking/my heart belongs to you. Oh I so much wants to go there. One day this is a promise to myself, I will go to Ireland. It might sound silly but somehow I think I belong there. And for that reason I should at least go hike the hills of Ireland and soak in the wide open spaces.Maybe a distant family member once lived there, who knows, strange things happens.
I've got carried away, well its time for me to go outside and see where the vendors that's walking towards 86st are up too.
One more month here in good old America then its time to go home. This time its going to be much harder to leave my family behind. anyway I'm not going to think about that today. Nope I'm going to go and enjoy the Irish Parade.
My daughter is cleaning away, me I refuse, its Sunday. Pretty Sophia just told her mom, Mom listen, listen, I can speak in Spanish. Sophia love the Spanish, maybe because they are all around her. She should learn the language.She desperately wants her Frozen doll named Elsa to sing in Spanish. I found her listening to it on her Mom's phone in Spanish. Goodness the child is three years old but she knows how to work a phone and gets to YouTube.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
In memory of brother
For AndrewOver and over
Your silly laugh
Echoes in my ears
What was spoken
I cannot hear
Your hazel eyes follow me
My brother dear
To soon
To soon
You were taken
Andrew the silent one
You left and never
Will we see you again
Your name, your picture
My brother
You will remain.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Mourning of her soul
The mourning of her soul
Has just begun
Lost in a wilderness of her own
Craving the waters of life
Yet her body hostile
Her heart beating loudly
Through pain bestow
Hatred frozen through years of grief
Evil has taken control
A head split open
Blood flowing
Screams of unbelief
Eyes questioning violent blows
A mind that already knows
Her soul was dying
The rest was there
To mourn her.
Be Patient
The way to your heart
Fill me from head to toe
With your love
Cover me with soft
Smoothing words of love
Be patient my love
Show me how love
And be loved
Take my hand and keep me close
Be patient my love
And love me with all your heart.
Song
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A song which rhythmOnly you know
A dance through stages
Of your life
From a distance
I looked
And stayed
While music played.
You
Tell me,
What did you gain?
High for all of what
You imagined you could
Conquer the world
Courage you get
From a rush
Energy and much activity
That last for all of what
Until withdrawal symptoms kick in
That's when your family pays the price
Irritable and aggressive you are
Hallucination, paranoia sets in
Depending on whatever drug you took
Your mood swings
You're lying and stealing
Selfish that's what you are
What do you care?
Your habit!
You have to feed
Regardless of our pain
Our shame
The constant worry
The stress
The tears your brothers and sisters shed
Tell me
What did you gain?
Instant gratification
The name of your game
Self control unheard of
Marching to the beat of your cravings
A quick fix
A fellow druggie
You want to remain.
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