In Other Words

By Douglas Owens

In Other Words is a journey through the dimensions of the artist's life, visions, and dreams. Written and edited while he was stricken with cancer, it is an epic view of our world through the eyes of a tireless wanderer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Douglas Owens
• Release date: Dec 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9798224876198

Douglas Owens

Douglas Owens is an emerging poet, struggling musician, and incurable globetrotter. Having spent his career in humanitarian response, he has served as an emergency manager, logistics expert, and various other roles in public service. His focus is now on pursuing his passions in literature, music, and travel.

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Balladry

Stories are the gift of life, if we let ourselves see.

THE HISTORY

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A king had come along

He sang the peasants’ song

But woe to their joyful glee

In his heart was larceny

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As the evil bursar oversees

Those raped by poverty

He scrapes their bitter toil

Until they lay under soil

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The lords of the manor sing

As the servants will bring

Joy to them and their ilk

In their finery and their silk

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And the power of dynasty

Which is the true infamy

Guilt is levied as peasant’s sin

They but victims to the wind

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Blowing hard like a gale

Yet is unseen, a stealthy veil

Wrapping up the society

Dressed as a gift of piety

PERU

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Walking the ancient paths

that the Inca once strolled

the women in their bowlers

and men in woolen clothes

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The nod of the alpaca

as they meander on

the fields in the foothills

past the chiseled stone

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Patterned blankets hang

along the Andean slope

as the winds snap hard

above the winter snow

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The condors of the Culca

ride the hallowed winds

as the ancient cultures

till in the far andenes

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In the sacred valley

sit the twisted trees

of ancient Qotacalla

amid the jungle steam

SOME PEOPLE

Some people

Live in memories

Only they can see

Detached from today

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Some people

Have all they need

Their lives so simple

Living in a dream

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Some people

See days passing

Yet are never ready

To fade into nothing

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Some people

Rant about the lord

Scolding all others

For what’s in store

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Some people

Hurt beg and steal

With no remorse

As is their will

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Some people

Have so much hope

As many others

Choose the rope

PLAY

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I want to play

a melody in tune

when I am thinking

thinking about you

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Over by the fountain

there is a sculpture

of sweet nymphs playing

in their gay rapture

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The eagles cry above

the swaying Douglas fir

as the balloons gather

in their rising burn

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And as I look upward

into to the cyan sky

kites in