Al's Poem Zone

At times I'll go into a zone maybe a dimensional circle or deep Meditation possibly a trance and start walking,talking or writing MY thoughts and ideas then melt and blend together bonding as a Whole like 100 drops of different colors in a jar,I'll shake And mix it in a ink-well, It's then applied on paper with minor changes, Yes I now truly believe its ready to post and possibly a good roast? And remember "Al the Green Rain Train" is an excellent book to learn English (Alfred Guajardo)

Friday, August 24, 2012

"Because It's My Own"

I sat and watched an eclipse of love
Like a pair of doves
I yelled whistled even spread seed
Not a stop or a stare
Again the sun hit my eyes with a glare
I felt like a drone
Yet I was able to write this poem
I can cherish,Love and hold dear
Because it's my own

Alfred Guajardo

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Anonymous6 January 2010 at 15:04
Ducks By Maryanne Hoberman
Ducks are lucky don't you think? When they want to take a drink all they do is duck their beal doesn't matter if they spill. When they want to take a swim all they do is dive right in. Ducks are lucky don't you think.

I'm lucky to have an uncle like you! Don't you think? J-Man
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Friday, August 24, 2012

"Because It's My Own"

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Author Alfred Guajardo supports Access Sacramento, Coloma Community Center 4623 T Street