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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

I´VE SEEN RIVERS OF LIFE

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What is life? What is this secrecy that catchs humanity? What is the shackle that binds us to this thread of life cut off by death?
Through understanding the many life forms designed by the Lord, a sense of majesty permeated my senses. How can exists life five thousand miles under the sea, without light, without apparent sense?
The marvel of the struggle to survive in such extreme conditions has allowed me to also marvel of man's struggle for survival itself.The different societies trying to find a way to understand their purpose and be on earth, but their actions indicate the opposite.
Then binds me to try to understand the ways and byways of the tireless struggle and the scandalous failure of attempts for success.

This poem aims to lift a superlative man's life, giving it a sense of community and love all those who respect and love their temporary stay in this world.
Rivers of Life is a phrase that attempts, in my personal perspective, offering a more comprehensive term, richer in substance and deeper into their ideological concept.


I´VE SEEN RIVERS OF LIFE

Life is a stopped moment by a light when
You were born, and a silence into oblivion ...

I've seen rivers of life
spilled red by fire,
running in channels where once there were flowers
and trees filled with thousand nests.

I've seen rivers of life
where hope is born among horses
pulled by a dream, a land
that begs a seed, a tongue
licking the moist wind of fear.

I've seen choppy waters burst
into the hard cliff of destiny.

I've seen rivers of life
in the silent wall where the stones,
sigh and reflected the desire
silenced by the extermination.

I've seen rivers of life
In every voice, every poem, every verse
constructed from the clutches of silence
of those who have nothing, only ice
on the concave side of the reverse.

I've seen the gray froth of their wings
intermittent crashing to the ground.

I've seen rivers of life
there, where he was born a new man
a new attempt, an audacious sun
fighting for no to be coal in its own fire.

Debrah Riddleton
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20 comments:

  1. Diane KanakaredesMay 25, 2011 at 11:28 AM

    I´m not sure call it exquisite poem. The scenes are powerful and full of beauty. However, the reality is cruel and sad.
    You present this reality with amazing rawness.
    Diane

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  2. Richard TaleMay 25, 2011 at 11:31 AM

    Disturbing set of reports and reflections. The poem is amazing and touching.
    Richard

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  3. Carlos Santaella MillánMay 25, 2011 at 4:49 PM

    Hermosas palabras. Has intentado con éxito apuntar a la grave desigualdad, exterminio incluso de que son víctima los seres humanos del mundo.
    No tengo más palabras que felicitarte por tan profundo poema.
    Carlos Santaella Millán

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  4. Debbie NieldesonMay 25, 2011 at 4:51 PM

    My dear Debrah:
    Debrah, Debrah, always Debrah.
    Wonderful!
    Debbie

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  5. Debrah RiddletonMay 30, 2011 at 10:59 PM

    My dear Diane:
    Always it's a pleasure getting your words.
    Thanks a lot:
    Debrah

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  6. Debrah RiddletonMay 30, 2011 at 11:02 PM

    Richard and Carlos:
    It's unpredictable the effect of a poem in the heart of people. I am so glad you like it.
    Debrah

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  7. Debrah RiddletonMay 30, 2011 at 11:03 PM

    My sweet Debbie:
    With my grateful for you:
    Debrah

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  8. Marion ReimerouJune 1, 2011 at 10:44 PM

    ¡Excellent!
    A great poem about the nature of the man.
    Marion

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  9. AnonymousJune 2, 2011 at 6:06 AM

    This type of poem exalts your name. I find it committed to human life and its vicissitudes.
    Congratulations!

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  10. Debrah RiddletonJune 2, 2011 at 6:10 AM

    Dear Marion:
    I appreciate your generous words.
    Debrah

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  11. Melanie KingsleyJune 2, 2011 at 6:14 AM

    Beautiful words! Deep, hard and full of reflection. This poem is the reality in words.
    Warm greetings:
    Melanie

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  12. Bjorn GhasdgJune 13, 2011 at 12:07 PM

    Amazing poem!
    It´s a pleasure contact to you.
    Bjorn Ghasdg

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  13. Debrah RiddletonJune 13, 2011 at 9:45 PM

    Dear Yurgen:
    My friend, it´s a privilege reading your kind words.
    I appreciate your friendship:
    Kisses:
    Debrah

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  14. Debrah RiddletonJune 13, 2011 at 9:46 PM

    My dear Melanie:
    It´s marvellous finding your visit in the blog.
    Thanks a lot:
    Debrah

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  15. Debrah RiddletonJune 13, 2011 at 9:47 PM

    My dear Bjorn Ghasdg:
    I appreciate your visit.
    Debrah

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  16. Ashwin SinghJune 17, 2011 at 6:55 AM

    beautiful......

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  17. Debrah RiddletonJune 19, 2011 at 10:28 PM

    Dear Ashwin Singh:
    I appreciate visiting my blog.
    I hope be your friend.
    Warm greetings:
    Debrah

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  18. AnonymousJune 25, 2011 at 3:00 PM

    PLEASE..pedophiles are a dime a dozen..and less.

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  20. Ashwin SinghJune 25, 2012 at 5:17 AM

    hey Debrah
    its been long since you visited my place.
    Hope to see you soon there.
    Regards
    Ashwin

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