My First Poem in Spanish

Sus acciones daran que sentir.
Mi Compadre.
Hizo su equipage.
Salio a escape.
"Hasta La Vista" Baby.
No levanto de vista.
Escapo al Kathleen.
(Ha visto alguna vez un alacran?)
Quien habia de creerio!
Cayo como una bomba.
El miedo. Me da miedo.
Que sera de nosotros?
Cayo infermo. Caya infermo.
Les vueltas en la cama.

Lo trace escrito en la frente.
Puso mala cara.
Hable como una cotorra,
Cuesto lo que cueste.
Hay tantos problemas que resolver.
Dios, se rie de nosotros!
A rio revuelto, ganancia de pescadores.

A cada paso se vela algo nuevo.
Ah! La victima de senales de vida!
Es un pedazo de pan.
Con certaron un a cuerdo.
En la guerra de vida perdimos la flor
y nata de nuestra juventud:
Reir, dar saltos de alegria, jugar,
sonar, estar a salvo.
El nino no murio!
Me suena a musica.

Hagamus Las Maletus!
(De ordinario va sola)
Son tal para cual.
Tanto monta el uno cumo el otro.
Me hizo un regalo.
Aparecio a hor fija.
Estoy en mi centro.
Estaba de Dios.
Estar como el pex en el agua a primera vista.
Mucho gusto en conocerlo.
Porque Si.
Amigos por los siglos ole los siglos sin explicar.
Tenemos suerte.
No veremos dentro de poco.

c. 2001 ( I welcome comments from anyone who can correct my very imperfect spanish spelling and grammar!)

In English:

His actions will give cause for regret.
My Buddy.
He packed his bags.
He went off in great haste.
"So long" Baby.
He didn't raise his eyes.
He escaped from Kathleen.
(Have you ever seen a scorpion?)
Who would have thought it!
It felt like a bombshell.
Fear. It frightens me.
What will become of us?
He felt ill, She felt ill.
Tosses and turns in bed.
It's written all over her face;
His face showed discontent.
He's a chatterbox, cost what it may.
There are so many problems to be solved.

God, He is laughing at us!
There's good fishing in troubled waters.
Something new at every turn.
Ah! The victim shows signs of life!
He has a heart of gold.
They come to terms...
In the war of life, we lost the flower of our youth;
To laugh, to jump for joy, to play,
To dream, to be safe.
BUT the child did not die!
It sounds like music to me.

Let's pack our suitcases!
(usually she goes alone)
They're two of a kind.
One has the same importance as the other.

He gave me a gift.
He arrived right on schedule.
I am where I belong.
It was fated
To feel at home at first sight.
I'm very glad to meet you,
Just because.
Friends forever and ever
Without explanation.

We're lucky.
We'll see each other in a little while.

Yo Yo

The pounds go on, the pounds go off
The pounds go on again.
The greatest cause of overweight's
Unhappiness, my friend.

The hole inside our hungry heart
Seems to have depths unknown.
We hunger in our darkest hours
When we feel most alone.

We crave the things we shouldn't eat.
It's hard to rise above
Our hunger, when we really crave
Attention, warmth and love.

Heart of the Storm of Depression

Another sleepless night, another weary day
Is upon me once again in my life of disarray.
I was told once "happiness is just a state of mind."
Oh that it could be so simple to leave my thoughts behind.

Imprisoned by my feelings of
Sadness, heartache, pain...
I begin to feel again
My life is lived in vain.

I try so hard to break the ties that bind me to this cell
But darkened shadows do entice me to remain and dwell
Within this prison while I see to find my way back home.
Homesick, yet I know not what direction I should roam

To find a place of comfort
Free of ghosts and shadows dark.
I'm on The Boat of Sadness
And I wish to disembark

But waves of melancholia
Don't permit me near the shore.
They try to drown me, tow me under,
As they have so oft before.

Now I"m learning to tread water
And to keep my head above
Because somewhere in my saddened heart
There's hope for light and love.

Caught in the heart of raging storm
I find strength to press on.
I'm now propelled towards land and shore;
Some of the weight is gone.

As I arrive a thought occurs to me:
I did not drown!
In fact the storm that brought me here
Seemed somehow to surround

Me with gentle force within the eye
Of cyclone, speed and storm.
That core within I now call "home"
Will keep me safe and warm.

And while this cycle will go on
I will find faith in what I've learned.
I'll never be adrift at sea
And ties that bind can now be burned.

From the book "One Heart's Journey"

Going Home

Some folks say the best place on Earth
Is where they came from;
The place they call

Some go home and walk with the angels!
Some return and encounter the devil;
And if you're strong enough to rise above him
You fight for what you believe in,
For what you deserve
And let the skeletons
Out of the old coat closet.

If you're not strong enough,
You simply have to let go and walk away
Towards a life that you believe in
Where you'll have what you deserve.

And maybe someday return
To find that you are strong enough.

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