Whispering wind in the still of night
dark a veil within time dances.
To my soul music you are
I feel your rush I'm never lonely
the calm of love the feel of might
you gift me peace, you are the... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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A drop of rain a drop of tear.
Does not matter, death is near
It's silk rush of wings I hear
as I tremble, without... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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A day like today you went on
to the next link of a mission.
With no human anchor to hold you
Free in spirit, free of human pain.
Mother, it is April 10 once more
a date that marked your last goodbye
and I feel you about and sob
for these tears do... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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The mood was solemn, all voices hushed,
her skin was pale and serene her face.
With senses fading, her voice spoke
Goodbye my children, our mother said.
Her two hands resting across her chest
as if in prayer, goodbye she said.
'til then dear mom,... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 16 Views added 2 years ago
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Del amor la fé marchita
es cual espína de rosa,
hiere con verso y musita
su dolor en rima y... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 19 Views added 2 years ago
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We are flowers kissing rainbows
bright suns setting in the midst
We are wonderful reflections
which reflections reflect Thee
Thee, Creator, Mother-Father,
these earth mirrors reflect God.
Is God Father The Creator?
Or have we created... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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Our skin slowly wrinkling
our youths bidding goodbye
Though our rose of love remains
fresh and fragrant in our hearts
Tens of years of sharing ending
Who knows when or what will be
When the last word to be spoken
bids goodbye from you or... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 42 Views added 2 years ago
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Soy cruzado caballero
Soy tribuno vitalicio.
Mendigo Soy, limosnero.
Soñador Soy, y patricio !
Soy el néctar ambarino
de las rimas lisonjeras.
Soy el lecho submarino.
Soy, un áto de... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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Though made of wood
And tempered steel
My soul and voice
By God were made.
From strings I talk
So sweet my tones
In notes they float
like in a dream.
Of wood I’m made
By human hands
They carved my form
with love and... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 20 Views added 2 years ago
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That your skin ain't white don't count
God knows well of your turmoil!
Black or white does not account
When you speak to Him of... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 25 Views added 2 years ago
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Heed the call to board death's ship
A call which ends the human plight
To learn new roles a brand new script
will seem like dreams one final night.
Through seas of emotion so guiding the task
rhyme muses protect all with heavenly clad
Then... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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In low voiceless tone
Lady Death, arrive!
calling us in sounds
only souls can hear
For to human senses
are these sounds denied
As our muse of destiny
shields our life from... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 17 Views added 2 years ago
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Nut to be... or to be not!
Choose the alternative,
life’s task before us.
What, why then to be, to become?
That is the question, the quest!
Nut to be, for to be nut is to be free!
Free of worries, and free to be.
To live a life by own decree,... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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No, says the heart
when a soul softly calls
from that distance apart
where a tear serene... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 17 Views added 2 years ago
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A light brown cricket at play on green grass
He seemed like a morsel to birds on tall tree
A little brown morsel well served on the grass
To birds on the tree, they just could not... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 26 Views added 2 years ago
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Felled by breezes fleeing life
green a leaf wilts on the ground.
Its bright green, like human strife
slowly fades as it turns... – by Román Ortega-Cowan | 24 Views added 2 years ago
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