Perception Your Reality

Perception is a compilation
Of your past history
Through which you see
Erroneously or correctly
Your present reality
Perception affects your identity
Positively or negatively
Based on what you think
People believe you to be
Perception leads to projection
The good, bad, and ugly
As that which is within
Comes forth in expression
Whether it be embracing love
Or walls of rejection
Before you can proceed
Your inner self first must precede
To frame its image
And settle within
To be transparent and befriend
Or be reclusive and center in
To unconditionally accept humanity
Or prejudge and condemn individuality
Projection evolves into conception
Where thoughts, words and actions give birth
To what you've already contextualized within
Resulting in an outward manifestation
An invitation to all of creation
To coexist with you
Help make your dream come true
Or confirm your nightmare too
To walk along with you
From conception to maturation
From coincidence to confirmation
From self-awareness to personal revelation
To give you a sneak preview
Of what your perception can do
How it can brighten or cloud you
Right or wrong
You carry it all day long
Projecting it in word and song
Continually conceiving from night to dawn
Not knowing why people respond
Some distant, others fond
Of you the perceiving one
Whose world within and without
Have come and gone
Sometimes in the company of friends
Other times with nobody to lean on
So judge nothing before the time
Though there be no reason or rhyme
For God is sublime
Knowing man must first discover himself
Before he can find
The presumptuous perception
That misleads him much of the time

A prison or paradise
You can have through perception
It's all up to you
Your illumination
Your imagi nation
Your stimulation
Your inner sensation
If it's going to be
It's up to me!
As a man thinks in his heart
So he is
This is no pop quiz
Come out therefore
From behind the bars
Take rest in paradise
And reach for the stars!

by Paul Davis

Paul Davis is author of Breakthrough for a Broken Heart a book telling us How to overcome disappointments and blossom into your dreams! He is a Minister, life coach (relational & professional), dating expert, popular worldwide keynote speaker, creative consultant, humor being, adventurer, explorer, mediator, liberator and dream-maker.

Paul's compassion for people & passion to travel has taken him to over 50 countries of the world where he has had a tremendous impact. Paul has also brought revival to many in war-torn, impoverished and tsunami stricken regions of the earth. His nonprofit organization Dream-Maker Ministries is building dreams and breaking limitations.

Paul' s Breakthrough Seminars inspire, revive, awaken, impregnate with purpose, impart the fire of desire, catapult people into a new level of self-awareness, facilitate destiny discovery and dream fulfillment.

Paul can be contacted at: RevivingNations@yahoo.com - 407-967-7553 or 407-282-1745.

For additional info: http://www.CreativeCommunications.TV http://www.BreakthroughSeminars.org http://www.DreamMakerMinistries.com

Author:: Paul Davis
Keywords:: Paul Davis,prolific author, keynote public speaker, breakthrough seminars, life coach, Minister,Poet
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Haiku Class and Learning Haiku

Some people just learn better in a class environment. When it comes to learning Haiku, taking a Haiku class may be a great way to learn how to write this shortest of Poems.

But what if you can't make it to class? Now there's another way to learn and that's online! For instance, if you were to take a Haiku class online you might be exposed to a 4-week course where you get all your information and instruction from email or from a website. In the case of my own Haiku class or workshop, all you need to learn the art of Haiku is available online.

Here's a breakdown of what an online Haiku class might look like:

Week One - Seeing the Haiku Way
It's been said that Haiku is a short poem about a present moment. This week, you'll learn what Haiku is (and isn't) so you can understand and get into the Haiku mindset. You'll also read lots of Haiku and find one poet you really like.

Week Two - Writing Descriptive Phrases
The key to writing Haiku is learni ng not to tell your readers but show them! In fact, this is the most important skill you can learn to become a Haiku poet. This week, you learn how to write descriptive present tense phrases of your own.

Week Three - Combining Fragment and Phrase for a Complete Haiku
Writing phrases is key in learning the art of Haiku making. So is combining this phrase with a fragment. This week you learn how to create Haiku fragments to create full Haiku Poems!

Week Four - I'm a Haiku Poet!
In our final week, you'll spend time creating your own original Haiku Poems. You'll get feedback from your instructor and other group members as well!

By looking through this course syllabus, you can see that everything you need to learn Haiku is here. But how do you get help? That's where the instructor comes in. You see, each week you'll get 2 assignments you email to your instructor, who then provides feedback and insight as to how you can improve. And the best thing about a ll of this is that you never have to leave your house!

Edward Weiss is a poet, author, and publisher of Wisteria Press. He has been helping students learn how to write Haiku for many years and has just released his second book Bird Haiku! Get our free report How to Write Haiku Visit http://wisteriapress.com for Haiku books, lessons, articles, and more!

Author:: Edward A. Weiss
Keywords:: Haiku, Haiku class,Haiku workshop,Poems,Poetry
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The Goat and the Rope a Poem: in Spanish and English

The Goat and the Rope

where there were devils I saw none.
nothing. the air is hot. milky substance.
I am and we are looking at this deep.
souls lost. we are looking at this terrain.
the moon is dead. over my head. like
a shadowy curtain. hanging. most of
the kings in westminister abbey are
here. all the rest of us are on the hill.
no ice-cream down here. we are the
discarded. the seduced. most of us slept
through our earthly lives. theyre still
sleeping through the whole thing. like
a fat cat rolling over for mama. pass out
the beer. slide one under the door. Use
the bible for wrapping paper. once youre
dead, youre dead. woooo. here comes
the torture. give me chloroform. quick.
I am dead. but something tells me Ill still
feel it. there are no carcasses down here.
only the feathered weird. they move their
wings like crippled wasps. they sweat
like a bull snorts. they seem sat isfied.
theyve been in the dark way too long.

they walk noble. naked. like jungle
rats. civilized with stench. a black hawk
is over head. its turned about. looks
like an albino now. I wish I wish I had a
helicopter. here comes the torture. give
me chloroform. a shot of whisky will do.
crippled wasps get out of my way. slide
one under the door. please. first time I
ever said that. cat rolling over. where
there were devils I saw none. wish I had
a helicopter. I wonder if sex is part of
the dead program. I think I lost the goat
and the rope.

#816 8/27/2005

In Spanish Translated by Nancy Penaloza

La soga y la Cabra

Donde all hubo diablos yo no vi ninguno.

Nada. El aire est caliente. Sustancia lechosa. Yo estoy y estamos mirando esto profundo.

El alma perdida. Estamos mirando a este terreno.

La luna est muerta. Sobre mi cabeza. Como Una cortina vaga. Colgando. La mayor parte

De los reyes en la abada de los ministros del oeste

Estn aqu. Todo el resto de nosotros est sobre la colina.

Ningn helado aqu abajo. Somos los desechados.

Los seducidos. La mayor parte de nosotros dormidos A travs de nuestras vidas terrenales. Ellos todava Duermen a travs de todo esto. Como un pez gordo

Dando vueltas por mam muerta.

La cerveza. Deslice una bajo la puerta. Use La Biblia para el papel de envolver. Una vez que usted Est muerto, usted est muerto. Woooo. Aqu viene

La tortura. Dme el cloroformo. Rpido. Estoy muerto. Pero algo me dice que todava Lo sentir. No hay ningn cuidado aqu abajo Slo, el con plumas extrao. Ellos mueven sus Alas como avispas tullidas. Ellos sudan Como un resoplido de toro. Ellos parecen satisfechos.

Ellos han estado en el camino oscuro demasiado tiempo.

Ellos andan nobles. Desnudos. Como ratas De la selva. Civilizados con hedor. Un halcn negro Esta sobre la cabeza. E ste esta dando vuelta. Parece a Un albino ahora. Deseo, deseo que yo tuviera un Helicptero. Aqu viene la tortura. Dme El cloroformo. Un tiro de gisqui lo har. Avispas tullidas fuera de mi camino. Deslcese Una bajo la puerta. Por favor. La primera vez Alguna vez dije esto. Gato dando vueltas. Donde

Haba diablos yo no vi ninguno. Deseo que yo tuviera Un helicptero. Me pregunto si el sexo es parte del Programa muerto. Pienso que perd la soga y la cabra.

*816 8/27/2005

See Mr. Siluk's books at http://www.amazon.com

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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Who Is Afraid of Poetry?

In the writing Site where I belong, there is a SLAM underway. It is not the kind of oral SLAM that goes on in the coffee houses, but it is a friendly Online Poetry competition that is considered a huge event by our members. Poetry is a big craze in our Site, and although the Site is a general writing Site, almost ever y member has tried his hand in Poetry.

Most anyone interested in reading or writing a Poem has to be grateful to the Internet for making Poetry a popular Art form and giving the Poets a position, a Face, and an outlet for exhibiting their work. Somehow, our Culture had forgotten about Poetry or denigrated it to the lowest level of the language Arts caste, and most Poets have lived under the shadow of being a sloth and not getting a real job.

Maybe this was because the Poets told too much of the hurtful truths no one wanted to acknowledge, or may be because, as a Culture, we were so spoiled with our material riches that we paid less attention to the intelligence of the Soul.

This scornful attitude against Poetry exhibits itself very clearly in the news media. Without naming titles, if we just think of major newspapers in our major cities, we find that most of them devote pages and sections to books written by VIPs and bimbos, theater Arts, the music world, s tyle, food, travel, real estate, etc. I have never seen any such newspaper to allocate a section, or even a page to Poetry. Why is that, I wonder?

Isn't Poetry considered news from the core of homo sapien matters and our collective consciousness in the most succinct form? Or is it because VIPs, emperors, politicians, etc. are afraid Poetry will change people from the inside and they will not be as vulnerable? Or is it because Poetry is probably the only Art form that knows no gender Bias?

All through the centuries, Poets have spoken to and changed perception of the masses, be it with a phrase, a figure of speech, or a line or two. Who can forget William Cowper's God moves in a mysterious way, or Emerson's All mankind love a lover, or Whitman's Freedom--to walk free and own no superior, or Emily Dickinson's A wounded deer leaps the highest, even if we don't quite remember who said it?

Poetry's earliest stArt is as old as mankind, for Poetry used to be oral a nd the greatest Poets of any tribe or clan were held in high esteem. Today, in some ways, Poetry is returning to its roots at festivals, coffee houses, Slams, open-mikes, and hip-hop, rap, and youth events. Still, this is not enough to sate the hunger of the masses for Poetry.

At least, there is one venue where the Google searches affirm Poetry's popularity; the Internet has provided an outlet for the Poem and for the performance of the individual, whether a true Poet or an enthusiast.

In an era, when Humanistic thought is breaking through political borders, more attention to Poetry is needed from the media so the world can be changed from the depths of its Soul and enslaved minds can be liberated. If a new definition for interaction of the Humans on this eArth is in order, Poetry has to become a pArt of that definition.

Joy Cagil is an author on http://www.Writing.Com/ which is a Site for Poetry. Her education is in foreign languages and linguistics. She has also trained in psychology, Humanities, mental health, women's issues, and visual Arts. Her portfolio can be found at http://www.Writing.Com/authors/joycag

Author:: Joy Cagil
Keywords:: Poetry,Poem,Poet,Slam,Human,Art,Culture,Soul,Spirit,Freedom,Face,Online,Internet,Politics,Bias,Site
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Opposites Do Attract Quite Well

When I am climbing up, you are stepping down.
When I wear a smile, you wear a frown.
When I am very happy, you are feeling sad.
When I am doing well, you are faring bad.

When I am awfully hot, you are terribly cold.
When I am rather shy, you are extremely bold.
When I am sweet and nice, you are tough and mean.
When I am upset, you are serene.

When I am at peace, you are at war.
When I stand against, you stand for.
When I use a comb, you use a brush.
When I am being slow, you are in a rush.

When I need silence, you need to talk.
When I want to jog, you want to walk.
When I decide to draw, you decide to write.
When I desire darkness, you desire light.

When I say, let's sing, you say, let's pray.
When I say, let's go, you say, let's stay.
When I yearn to go by ship, you prefer to go by plane.
When I wish to take the bus, you would rather take the train.

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When I choose the color purple, you select the color blue.
When I get tonsillitis, you contract the flu.
When I want to dance, you elect to sit.
When I'm ready to begin, you're prepared to quit.

When I want a sandwich, you desire a full meal.
When I hunger for grits, you are craving oatmeal.
When I studied Greece, you delved into Rome.
When I read of St. Francis, you were reading St. Jerome.

When I vote Democrats, you vote Republicans.
When I joined the Methodists, you joined the Lutherans.
Nevertheless, I love you, and I know that you love me.
Opposites do attract quite well, would you not agree?

For when I need someone to listen, you are always there.
When you are hurting deeply, I show you that I care.
When I need your strong support, you are always by my side.
When you need my loving tenderness, I never fail to provide.

When I achieve a goal, you bask in my succe ss.
When you expect me to say no, I surprise you and say yes.
When I slip into depression, you lift my spirits high.
When you think you may need help, I am always on standby.

When you wake up in the morning, I am there with a warm kiss.
When I lay down at night, you rouse me to loving bliss.
When I need to feel protected, you are my guard and shield.
When you're in bed recovering, I don't leave until you're healed.

When I am home alone, you call to check on me.
When we've done each other wrong, we accept your apology.
I love you so my darling and I know that you can see.
That Opposites do attract quite well, especially you and me.

Rev. Saundra L. Washington, is an ordained clergywoman, social worker, and Founder of AMEN Ministries, http://www.clergyservices4u.org. She is also the author of two coffee table books: Room Beneath the Snow, Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances, Homilies that Teach.

< br> Author:: Saundra L. Washington
Keywords:: Opposites,Attraction,Couples,Poem,light poetry,Relationships,Importance,Humor,
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Life Is Like That

The time has come the Poem said

for you to write that I might be read,

and so I took my pen in hand

and wrote the Words at its command.

The Words spewed forth as I obeyed,

the Poem wanted its glory displayed.

It shimmered, it glowed, it shone with delight.

It showed off its power as I brought it to light.

The Words began running and singing and dancing

and then quiet and sorrowful and then romancing.

Up one side, cross over, now run over there,

now quickly, now slowly, now gently, more care.

Swiftly they tumble, they rush and they pour,

then suddenly they stop. I hear them no more.

Where do they come from and where do they go?

Alas it's unfortunate, I really don't know.

If I knew I could coax them to come out and play,

when I chose, instead of awaiting their stay.

But Life is just like that, it ebbs and it flows,

like Words in this Poem, it comes and it goes.

We know not our Journey, it's only begun.

We just step out in Faith and walk towards the sun.

And slowly or quickly our Journey is o'r,

and just like this Poem -- there is no more!

It is important that you pay attention to what Life brings you. Stay present and enjoy each moment.

Fran Watson

Fran is a Career/Employment Counsellor who writes Poetry and short stories as well as employment related articles. You can find more of her articles at ezinearticles.com or by going to her webpage at http://www.franwatson.ca

Author:: Fran Watson
KeyWords:: Poetry, Life, Faith, Poem, Writing, Wo rds, Journey,
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An Old Wood Pile a poem with notes

Old skin, once held tight
Against her skeleton
Rose no more, just draped
Loosely over unpadded flesh;
Un-tightened muscles, and tissue,
Lost its courage, no-fortitude,
Gone are the days and years
That stood against the
Indomitable elements;
The skeleton, now a landmark
Hidden under flesh and blood
Guts and moral fiber, backbone
Collapsed from drudgery
Time, time: cascading inside.
Bones now leaving impressions
Accepting fate
Like tarnished silver!...
Hands look like autumn leaves
Fallen from a tree
Winters around the corner
The door of time is closing
Like an old wood pile
Being burnet up
Hard to open things
Hard to do anything
Precariously balanced
Painfully slow

She hears my feet
Cross the roomher pale
Sweet blue eyes, flicker
Like butterflies

Tilting her face
To catch her breath
She says:
Who wants to live like this?

#793 [8 /11/05

Notes by the author: I think of myself as an old wood pile you might say, and so I use that analogy here: in my poem An Old Wood Pile, not out of disrespect. My mother had her mission, I was part of it. She was part of mine. I think I have learned to do one thing, if anything, in life, which is to examine it; otherwise, for me it would not be worth living. For this is where the truth of the matter is. Why do we do what we do; my mother said, Who wants to live like this? and I had to make a choice for her, after she made her choice. We live in a world where most people, willing or unwilling live in a pretense, when my mother said want she said, there was no more deception for her, if there ever was any. She wanted to go to the next level, and said goodbye in her own way. As we will in time.

Dennis Siluk see his books at http://www.bn.com or http://www.abe.com

Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Poetry
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