Poetry is a category of literary art which uses the aesthetic qualities of language to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning.
The video eBook "Fantastic Trillion" description trillion dollars in different poetic forms.
Synthesis per year 50000 tons of SYNTHETIC DIAMONDS with quality from 1 Trillion Dollars USA per 1 ton.
En ningún animal el desperdicio de una selva y la razón de un profiláctico.
El amor lo puede todo, puede abastecer de alma lo imposible.
Poetry. Edición Bilingüe. Español-Galego
El ejercicio, pues, no es sólo ver la luz al otro lado sino también observarla aunque ese otro lado no exista. (J. A. Carvajal Abal)
Nada en el exoesqueleto de la tarde, excepto el infinito ultraje del sol. Seguramente nadie nos aguarde porque la ausencia sea una expectativa razonable. No creo en la belleza, únicamente en la vileza de lo bello. Es la hora del trabajo, la purga, la negación, y no se puede cavar con un kilómetro de mierda en el duodeno. La hermosura nos sirve para las horas bajas, la fealdad para las horas de bajeza.
Cuando lleven tu alma inglesa a cabalgar infiernos, recuerda que solo los aristócratas cagan yesca. Trotando por el valle de la muerte con temeridad e imprudencia, la soldadesca se acaba convirtiendo en metralla de cosacos. La estupidez de un imperio crea mitos y leyendas, pero más valiera relinchar y comer yerba, galopar y fornicar eslavas, que seguir las órdenes de un muerto llamado Valor. Solamente padecen los que han nacido para perecer. Si regresas a la batalla pien...
Libro de poemas
En la integridad y la pureza se oculta el desprecio por lo evidente: lo evidente nace cuando muere la inocencia. Na integridade e a pureza agacha o desprezo polo evidente: o evidente nace cando morre a inocencia.
Que é soñar se non se pode retroceder á natureza íntima do soño? Confrontando a ambigüidade baixo o ferinte amencer, non hai cartas de amor fermosas ou algunha certeza de agasallos preciosos. Vivimos da mesma mediocridade, vivimos de parasitar o mundo como sarna nun corpo doente, alentando musas e castelos délficos. Dá-me pan do teu sabor a pel! Dá-me o teu ollar iridescente!
Dos poemas en honor a Roberto Bolaño, el creador del movimiento infrarrealista, esa misma que mejor la definen los de la revista "CC": "Los Infrarealistas bebieron de los simbolistas, de los vanguardistas europeos, de los haikus japoneses, de los beats norteamericanos y, cómo no, hasta del nadaísmo colombiano. Estaban armados con letras insurgentes que necesitaban ser expresadas, eran la voz de los exiliados, como Bolaño, y de la generación que sobrevivió a la masacre de...
Hará unos 6 años cuando, inspirado por un "amigo poeta virtual", me sumergí al estudio de los poemas japoneses, especialmente los "haikus". Ilusamente pensé que sería fácil para mí crearlos. "¿Qué tan difícil podría ser plasmar una experiencia de vida en unas cuantas palabras?", me dije estúpidamente. Era harto difícil. Escribí unos cuantos pero no tuve el valor de publicarlos. Luego seguí con mi empeño de perfeccionarme y seguí y seguí buscando, hasta que me topé con la...
Oliver's tale has been retold on stage, in graphic novels and on small and large screens. This time the story is transformed into a rhyming poem in which no actor or scene is overlooked. The abiding tale of childhood crime and redemption transformed yet again
Oliver Twist is a story of suffering. Delicate readers will likely need buffering From many episodes drawn from the life Of this orphan boy born into sorrow and strife. And from villains whose deeds are so truly appalling, I have to conclude they were bred to the calling. The first of his problems was losing his mother. The second, a truly despicable brother – But more on that later, for here at the start There’s some critical background I have to impart. Lik...
Collection of ALEEM's poetry from 2018 to 2020
The title is quite self-explanatory. A quick-witted, poetic read for those of like minds. Beware, some may find the content wherein offensive.
If Man is to survive on this earth The only way left is social distancing! Practice keeping distance, one another! Impractical it is the idea of prayers!
Say, what’s the use in the construction of The places of worship, other than that of Attracting Man fool more and more And to make and keep Him blind, forever!
Only social distancing the solution.
If everything is created by god A question to that almighty? “Why did you create this COVID-19 virus, destrictive?”
Life sucks! How did we end up like this? What am I doing here anyway? Nothing ever changes! This is a collection of poems that explore the hard questions...this is a collection of ideas that were born in suffering. Yes, this a challenging read...yet, in the end, there is also inspiration and hope to be found here. Recommended for anyone who finds themselves walking through a dark valley in their lives.
A short collection of poems by Daniel Hansen
THUMP There is a porcelain sheen to your step, Boy, go down to the hill; stop, pick it up. A day, a tobacco day, tonguing its hilarity: find it, pull it out; it is -- knotted to the hill. Boy -- you dig your knuckles in the loam that squats on the dime store slope, that hoots at you like the bony girl with mushroom-cap breasts freckled and pallid, lapping at your clavicle. You plow into its rooty pubes, fall outside the seventh cloud, its mo...
Poems from the 10s
Dedicated to all the MARTYRS, who, Though innocents, god stood quite helpless, to Save from more mighty fundamentalists, Religious-blind, mad, too mad terrorists! Save mankind from holocaust and butchers, Forever, and avoid need for stretchers! What we need is peace, and not mortuaries In thousand god’s names! Divine treacheries! Long back, if mad creatures some, did blunder! Religious madness stirred, forgetting his Humaneness, man would turn beast, in all his...
Thinker thinks and makes you think, great truth’. Let humanity imbibe, that which’s worth! Don’t believe blindly, whatever blunders Come from Plunderers’ mouths – wonders, thunders!
Thinker thinks and makes you think, great truth‟. Let humanity imbibe, that which‟s worth! Don‟t believe blindly, whatever blunders Come from Plunderers‟ mouths – wonders, thunders! Being pained to see the blunders performed, Able not to feel the meanings informed, Eager to find answers to questions - Raised by the true ferreting mind‟s actions, Humbly I present these problems to you And expect to hear the replies from you! Read, read and think, and read again to thi...
All of Yidhna Wang's collected poetry from September 2017 to December 2019.
The Timeless Dream of Home By: Yue Xing Yidhna Wang Sunday, November 24, 2019 5:53 PM Introduction: The Young Poet’s Dreams: I often dream of the ocean Dream of the sea I've been waking up to a longing Longing for the land The land of my birth South of the Clouds North of the sea Not bordering either But close and very near To the heavens and the world Overlooked by progress But not by history Nature, and life I was ungrateful of h...
A young poet's naive and recently enlightened personal philosophy of the world, time, and eternity. Cover Design: Detail of a recent original oil painting of Yidhna based on original photography by Yidhna. (I am no longer a kid but paints like one)
The Young Poet’s Philosophy: Tears, Laugh Smiles, Cry The Young Poet’s world Self-Defines: Does Good Maim Life And is the murderer Time?