POEMS !
Sunday, 11. October 2009, 05:19:54
Appreciation
The honor of the mother to the son,
or the father's pride of being one,
is the thanks parents sing in unison,
when they have the first born.
The smile that the teacher brings,
when the pupil promptly responds the answer,
the graduate when he receives his laurels,
the inventor when he patents his findings.
To bend down in complete subjugation,
to the one above who is Mighty exaltation,
to believe in oneself with all intention,
to give more than receive in inspiration.
Raymond de Jesus Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
To My Mother
Mother,how can I thank you?,
you gave me life and wisdom,
you brought me vision and a kingdom,
to conquer and to mold.I miss you.
Mother, there is nothing that compares your love,
whenever I think of you, I see you standing,
with pride and caste so oustanding,
how beautiful it is, how great is life.
Mother, here is to our victory
an invisible cup filled with wine,
raised to the sky in chant of glory,
Mother and Son, our love divine.
Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
To John Lennon
A Prayer For Peace.
Abroad in the air your words spread,
reaching horizons that could never be measured,
only the Lord could bless that extension,
far beyond the stars, much much afar.
The power of the word expressed,
carries the spirit and the message,
there will be a change, there will be a dream,
let us join together in a prayer for peace.
To fulfill our purpose we came here,
yours was to sing aloud to the world,
the words of love and revolution,
to bring peace and to stop confusion.
The days are gone but the time is here,
motionless, like a picture taken by surprise,
that light, the aura of your body,
reflected your mind, your music and your country.
Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Lawrence
To Sir Lawrence Olivier
All the world certainly a stage,
when somebody dies like you,
we also die a bit for sure,
we that knew you, will miss you.
All men and women that played their role,
were merely making your stage their world,
you were their teacher and their love,
for there is no one like you, My Lord.
As a school boy, as a soldier,
as the righteous, as the scoundrel,
you were great, you were master,
we are going to keep you alive in a candle.
Your tears in "Weathering Heights",
your command in "Spartacus",
your tenderness in "Little Romance",
your life, living a charater to the highests.
Raymond Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Hidden Images
Just behind we see,
there is another world to be,
is more real, more pure and free,
is the one that provides freedom
to the slave in me.
The essence beyond matter,
the core of creating something from nothing,
the impression of catching glimses in the air,
of an image that exists behind the eye of the seer.
We are part of that invisible sight,
we are all those things low and high,
we are rational because of light,
we are the center of that world of Might.
Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Dear Bob Hope!
I am sending you this letter,
I don't know where it would go,
but, I know you will receive it,
because in heaven there is a mailbox too.
Your service to this country,
was not funny matter at all,
you gave your charm and jest,
and better yet, your kindness to us all.
Your Wife Dolores knows how hard you worked,
your dedication and faith gave "Hope" to this
world,
Thanks for the memories,
Rest in peace my Friend,
I will say the jokes on you.
Raymond Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
COURAGE
Dedicated to George W.Bush
Oh! America beloved country,
your freedom reigns in every corner,
it smells in the air like an apple pie,
and it tastes as good as a turkey dinner.
No matter what the mind might say,
circumstances happen,some grave than more,
"Truth is like a white elephant",I heard,
well,we painted it with the red white and blue.
One man with the courage of his Father,
gave that step,like jumping from a plane,
expanded the horizons so far and so brave,
that made us all proud and alive again.
Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
The Lord of eyes
The lines of a triangle line up,
to form the vertex of love,
the middle accurate point of life,
projected into the infinite top.
This temple well measured prepared,
in the early morn as the light brakes in,
and finds that point that conveys aligned,
with the time, the speed and the space.
Once it hits on the vortex defined,
a big sound of joy is pronounced,
and many stars spark bright on the sky,
as the fire works on the 4th of july.
Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Copyright ©2005 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Petals
Encrusted in diamonds and pearls,
they bright as the early morn touch their curls,
fresh air that caress their surfaces,
the smell as we approach their lands.
They fall sometimes as they stand,
as many people keep them in books as reminders,
or they dry them up for aroma pleasentness,
that cleans and mixes with the air rancidness.
We give them to people as celebration of life,
as completion of a new season,
we give them to heroes and winners,
they are a gift of love and appreciation.
Raymond Lopera
Copyright ©2005 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
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The honor of the mother to the son,
or the father's pride of being one,
is the thanks parents sing in unison,
when they have the first born.
The smile that the teacher brings,
when the pupil promptly responds the answer,
the graduate when he receives his laurels,
the inventor when he patents his findings.
To bend down in complete subjugation,
to the one above who is Mighty exaltation,
to believe in oneself with all intention,
to give more than receive in inspiration.
Raymond de Jesus Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
To My Mother
Mother,how can I thank you?,
you gave me life and wisdom,
you brought me vision and a kingdom,
to conquer and to mold.I miss you.
Mother, there is nothing that compares your love,
whenever I think of you, I see you standing,
with pride and caste so oustanding,
how beautiful it is, how great is life.
Mother, here is to our victory
an invisible cup filled with wine,
raised to the sky in chant of glory,
Mother and Son, our love divine.
Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
To John Lennon
A Prayer For Peace.
Abroad in the air your words spread,
reaching horizons that could never be measured,
only the Lord could bless that extension,
far beyond the stars, much much afar.
The power of the word expressed,
carries the spirit and the message,
there will be a change, there will be a dream,
let us join together in a prayer for peace.
To fulfill our purpose we came here,
yours was to sing aloud to the world,
the words of love and revolution,
to bring peace and to stop confusion.
The days are gone but the time is here,
motionless, like a picture taken by surprise,
that light, the aura of your body,
reflected your mind, your music and your country.
Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Lawrence
To Sir Lawrence Olivier
All the world certainly a stage,
when somebody dies like you,
we also die a bit for sure,
we that knew you, will miss you.
All men and women that played their role,
were merely making your stage their world,
you were their teacher and their love,
for there is no one like you, My Lord.
As a school boy, as a soldier,
as the righteous, as the scoundrel,
you were great, you were master,
we are going to keep you alive in a candle.
Your tears in "Weathering Heights",
your command in "Spartacus",
your tenderness in "Little Romance",
your life, living a charater to the highests.
Raymond Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Hidden Images
Just behind we see,
there is another world to be,
is more real, more pure and free,
is the one that provides freedom
to the slave in me.
The essence beyond matter,
the core of creating something from nothing,
the impression of catching glimses in the air,
of an image that exists behind the eye of the seer.
We are part of that invisible sight,
we are all those things low and high,
we are rational because of light,
we are the center of that world of Might.
Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Dear Bob Hope!
I am sending you this letter,
I don't know where it would go,
but, I know you will receive it,
because in heaven there is a mailbox too.
Your service to this country,
was not funny matter at all,
you gave your charm and jest,
and better yet, your kindness to us all.
Your Wife Dolores knows how hard you worked,
your dedication and faith gave "Hope" to this
world,
Thanks for the memories,
Rest in peace my Friend,
I will say the jokes on you.
Raymond Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
COURAGE
Dedicated to George W.Bush
Oh! America beloved country,
your freedom reigns in every corner,
it smells in the air like an apple pie,
and it tastes as good as a turkey dinner.
No matter what the mind might say,
circumstances happen,some grave than more,
"Truth is like a white elephant",I heard,
well,we painted it with the red white and blue.
One man with the courage of his Father,
gave that step,like jumping from a plane,
expanded the horizons so far and so brave,
that made us all proud and alive again.
Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Copyright ©2006 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
The Lord of eyes
The lines of a triangle line up,
to form the vertex of love,
the middle accurate point of life,
projected into the infinite top.
This temple well measured prepared,
in the early morn as the light brakes in,
and finds that point that conveys aligned,
with the time, the speed and the space.
Once it hits on the vortex defined,
a big sound of joy is pronounced,
and many stars spark bright on the sky,
as the fire works on the 4th of july.
Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Copyright ©2005 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
Petals
Encrusted in diamonds and pearls,
they bright as the early morn touch their curls,
fresh air that caress their surfaces,
the smell as we approach their lands.
They fall sometimes as they stand,
as many people keep them in books as reminders,
or they dry them up for aroma pleasentness,
that cleans and mixes with the air rancidness.
We give them to people as celebration of life,
as completion of a new season,
we give them to heroes and winners,
they are a gift of love and appreciation.
Raymond Lopera
Copyright ©2005 Raymond De Jesus Lopera
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WIDGETIZE
Lauren # 28. December 2007, 02:42