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POEMS AND STORIES
Ballad of a Mother’s Heart by Jose La Villa Tierra
The night was so dark,
For the moon was young,
And the Stars were asleep and rare,
The clouds were thick,
Yet youth went out,
To see his Maiden fair. Dear one,
He pleaded as he knelt before her feet in tears,
My love is true,
Why have you kept me waiting all this years?
The maiden looked at him.
Unmoved it seemed,
And whispered low. Persistent Youth,
You have to prove by deeds,
Your love is true.
"There’s not a thing
I would not do for you, Beloved” said he,
"Then go," said she "to your mother dear,
And bring her heart to me.” Without another word,
Youth left and went to his mother dear.
He opened her breast and took her heart!
But he did not shed a tear. Then back to his Maiden fair,
He run unmindful of the rain.
But his feet slipped, And he fell down,
And loud, he groaned in pain. Still in his hand he held the prize,
That would win his Maiden’s hands.
But he thought of his mother dear,
So kind, so sweet, so fond. And then,
He heard a voice!
Not from his lips,
But all apart! "Get up!" it said,
"Were you hurt, Child?"
It was his mother’s heart.
Insight:
The insight of ballads of the mothers heart is we need to love our mother because they are the one who take care of us since we are only a child.
The Monkey and The Turtle
No I've never breathed the air of jungle
Nor has my life been in deep danger such
Though watching the monkey swiftly swing
From vine to vine on the celluloid screen
Within, my heart alike sings freedom
A conduit to holy choices and vigor
I am not the vulgar masks I silently wear
Sinking in the concrete zoo of a City
So pale my face, pale my wanning expressions
All born of tragic polars, together suffer
So if rebel has become a dirty word
Let it be a dirty word, while I change
Late night, there's a knocking at my door
Unafraid, satisfied in the cache of my shell
Intentions dull as
Ballad of a Mother’s Heart by Jose La Villa Tierra
The night was so dark,
For the moon was young,
And the Stars were asleep and rare,
The clouds were thick,
Yet youth went out,
To see his Maiden fair. Dear one,
He pleaded as he knelt before her feet in tears,
My love is true,
Why have you kept me waiting all this years?
The maiden looked at him.
Unmoved it seemed,
And whispered low. Persistent Youth,
You have to prove by deeds,
Your love is true.
"There’s not a thing
I would not do for you, Beloved” said he,
"Then go," said she "to your mother dear,
And bring her heart to me.” Without another word,
Youth left and went to his mother dear.
He opened her breast and took her heart!
But he did not shed a tear. Then back to his Maiden fair,
He run unmindful of the rain.
But his feet slipped, And he fell down,
And loud, he groaned in pain. Still in his hand he held the prize,
That would win his Maiden’s hands.
But he thought of his mother dear,
So kind, so sweet, so fond. And then,
He heard a voice!
Not from his lips,
But all apart! "Get up!" it said,
"Were you hurt, Child?"
It was his mother’s heart.
Insight:
The insight of ballads of the mothers heart is we need to love our mother because they are the one who take care of us since we are only a child.
The Monkey and The Turtle
No I've never breathed the air of jungle
Nor has my life been in deep danger such
Though watching the monkey swiftly swing
From vine to vine on the celluloid screen
Within, my heart alike sings freedom
A conduit to holy choices and vigor
I am not the vulgar masks I silently wear
Sinking in the concrete zoo of a City
So pale my face, pale my wanning expressions
All born of tragic polars, together suffer
So if rebel has become a dirty word
Let it be a dirty word, while I change
Late night, there's a knocking at my door
Unafraid, satisfied in the cache of my shell
Intentions dull as