WELCOME TO DIANA HUNTER´S POETRY BOOK SELECTION
Listed below is Diana Hunter McGuerty's first poetry book publication.
MANY SHADES OF LIGHT
WITH SAMPLE SELECTIONS FROM HER BOOK.
"Innocence"
Some are born to sweet delight
No matter what their start.
They've chosen to embrace all life
With an open generous heart.
It is not considered naivete
Or to be socially unaware...
That the darker side of humanity
Is unfortunately always there.
Even from one's earliest days
And...too often, close to home.
That cruelty and indifference
Were the meat close to the bone.
But some are able to far transcend
Those shadows reaching out
To clutch and stain one's very soul
Without a murmur or a shout
To rescue and save the innocent...
That child who can only stutter
In confusion and bewilderment
With nary a cry to utter.
Thus...some are born to endless night,
To darkness through and through
Without the capability
For whatever else to do.
And so...they sink yet deeper still...
As the light dims from their life,
Fated to such turmoil
They know nothing more than strife.
Pity the ones who take this path...
Such choices poorly made.
For they find not a better way,
Being weak...and sore afraid.
It is easier...then...to fall in step
With those whose command is strong,
Until the victim becomes the one
To perpetuate this song
Of deadly sounds and disharmony...
And the cycle perseveres
Based on ignorance and manipulation
by lies, deceit...and fear.
Yet...some are born to sweet delight...
Their choices rise above
The wickedness and total lack
Of care...affection...love.
And like a beam to one who is lost,
They pass beyond the gloom.
They brighten up the very sky
And refuse the fate of doom!
Embracing all who are good and kind
In every shape and form...
They best confirm that precious gift
Of the innocent thus born.
Life takes on a warmth and charm
As...reflecting in it's glow...
They share what they have chosen,
No matter where they go
And so...instead of misery
And the shadows seen in fright...
They live for every precious moment
Both morning, noon...and night!
Diana Hunter
I love every color that beams in the sky
"Footprints in the Sky"
It's hard to come down from the mountain
When you've climbed so very high,
Your spirit a fiery fountain...
Leaving footprints in the sky.
A tsunami runs through your being
Lika an earthquake bursts the earth,
Providing a new wave of seeing...
An instantaneous birth!
Your need is to climb even higher
To scan the world unknown.
It is more than simple desire...
An explosion within has grown.
To stop this flight now in motion
Would cause the heart to break,
Like polluting the living ocean...
To become an acceptable fake.
Someone whose life is "normal"
Conditioned by regulatory rules
Who dresses most trendy and formal...
Mother Culture's most witless of fools!
Controlled by leaders of blindness
Who stumble as they lead the way,
Destroying the goodness and knidness
By all that they do or they say.
So...why abandon that soulful climb?
WHymake that tear-streaked descent?
Why tumble like most to the deep pits of slime
Where "citizens" are so readily sent?
Yes! Continue to soar even higher.
Let the elements of life be your own!
Till your spirit ignites the fire
By which others before you have flown.
Touch the sky like a loved one caressing
each form and shape that exists...
Like a butterfly responds to the blessing
Of the sunbeam's cosmic kiss!
Diana Hunter
"Seize The Day"
Reach for that ring, the golden one...
The prize that revolves around the sun;
Your life is the ring, as you circle each day...
From morning to night, it's yours for the play.
Treasures surround you, awaiting your hand...
We live in a wondrous and lovely land;
Just look beyond the grit and the grime
At the golden rings of valuable time.
If you fail to touch, or even try...
The day will be empty, and simply go by;
Once wasted, it never will return quite the same,
So reach out, my friend, and enjoy the game!
Diana Hunter
"Ten Steps To Success in the Modern World"
Manipulation is fun...from ten to one...
And here, my dear readers,
Is how it is done.
You make them afraid to speak up
Or offend...that's ten.
You make them grin and bear it and say
"I'm fine..." that's nine.
You make them feel it's impossible to change,
Already too late... that's eight.
You tell them life is just that way, though
It's better in heaven...that's seven.
You teach them they can't do it, and
The lesson sticks...that's six.
You convince them it's unimportant to
Feel alive...that's five.
You make them adore a life that's
A bore...that's four.
You make them believe they can never
Be free...that's three.
You make them feel guilty, and
In debt to you...that's two.
You make them feel miserable, that
Life is no fun...that's one!
Diana Hunter
"Life Motion"
Some are born to sweet delight
No matter what their start.
They've chosen to embrace all life
With an open generous heart.
It is not considered naivete
Or to be socially unaware...
That the darker side of humanity
Is unfortunately always there.
Even from one's earliest days
And...too often, close to home.
That cruelty and indifference
Were the meat close to the bone.
But some are able to far transcend
Those shadows reaching out
To clutch and stain one's very soul
Without a murmur or a shout
To rescue and save the innocent...
That child who can only stutter
In confusion and bewilderment
With nary a cry to utter.
Thus...some are born to endless night,
To darkness through and through
Without the capability
For whatever else to do.
And so...they sink yet deeper still...
As the light dims from their life,
Fated to such turmoil
They know nothing more than strife.
Pity the ones who take this path...
Such choices poorly made.
For they find not a better way,
Being weak...and sore afraid.
It is easier...then...to fall in step
With those whose command is strong,
Until the victim becomes the one
To perpetuate this song
Of deadly sounds and disharmony...
And the cycle perseveres
Based on ignorance and manipulation
by lies, deceit...and fear.
Yet...some are born to sweet delight...
Their choices rise above
The wickedness and total lack
Of care...affection...love.
And like a beam to one who is lost,
They pass beyond the gloom.
They brighten up the very sky
And refuse the fate of doom!
Embracing all who are good and kind
In every shape and form...
They best confirm that precious gift
Of the innocent thus born.
Life takes on a warmth and charm
As...reflecting in it's glow...
They share what they have chosen,
No matter where they go
And so...instead of misery
And the shadows seen in fright...
They live for every precious moment
Both morning, noon...and night!
Diana Hunter
I love every color that beams in the sky
Whenever the rain drifts away.
But have you considered
A shade less renown...
The one that I write of today.
"Gray Matters"
Warm appealing colors...be they natural or manmade,
Exist to brighten lesser moods
But what of that elusive shade of gray,
That misty, oft' unrecognized
Indefinite in-between,
That mix of complementaries so very often seen
In illusory shade or muted tone
Existing as a mist,
A foggy day of solitude
When but the sands are kissed by droplets
Filled with opal fire in sunlight chances to arrive
And thus the gray is lost that day...
Though very much alive,
A memory once mentioned
In a soft descriptive phrase
Familiar to the poet who feels that
He must wage this quiet revolution
In support of lesser known...
The image less familiar, in deep perceptive tone.
For there are shades less blatant
That linger deep within
And hint of one's perception untouched by
Common sin and surface thoughts
More shallow...though colorful indeed...
Those floaty shades that linger
And hint of greater need,
A puzzle then to fathom...requiring
Greater thought than all the silly nonsense
That each of us is taught,
A meaning far more delicate...requiring
Pensive tone...such as the poet might select
To richly tint his poem.
For...sometime...gray DOES matter
If you take the time to see
What really does exist between
The lines that we might read.
Diana Hunter
"Footprints in the Sky"
It's hard to come down from the mountain
When you've climbed so very high,
Your spirit a fiery fountain...
Leaving footprints in the sky.
A tsunami runs through your being
Lika an earthquake bursts the earth,
Providing a new wave of seeing...
An instantaneous birth!
Your need is to climb even higher
To scan the world unknown.
It is more than simple desire...
An explosion within has grown.
To stop this flight now in motion
Would cause the heart to break,
Like polluting the living ocean...
To become an acceptable fake.
Someone whose life is "normal"
Conditioned by regulatory rules
Who dresses most trendy and formal...
Mother Culture's most witless of fools!
Controlled by leaders of blindness
Who stumble as they lead the way,
Destroying the goodness and knidness
By all that they do or they say.
So...why abandon that soulful climb?
WHymake that tear-streaked descent?
Why tumble like most to the deep pits of slime
Where "citizens" are so readily sent?
Yes! Continue to soar even higher.
Let the elements of life be your own!
Till your spirit ignites the fire
By which others before you have flown.
Touch the sky like a loved one caressing
each form and shape that exists...
Like a butterfly responds to the blessing
Of the sunbeam's cosmic kiss!
Diana Hunter
"Seize The Day"
Reach for that ring, the golden one...
The prize that revolves around the sun;
Your life is the ring, as you circle each day...
From morning to night, it's yours for the play.
Treasures surround you, awaiting your hand...
We live in a wondrous and lovely land;
Just look beyond the grit and the grime
At the golden rings of valuable time.
If you fail to touch, or even try...
The day will be empty, and simply go by;
Once wasted, it never will return quite the same,
So reach out, my friend, and enjoy the game!
Diana Hunter
To purchase, the cost is $15/per book plus $5 shipping.
Send check to:
Diana Hunter-McGuerty
HC 73 Box 587
San Jose, New Mexico 87565
E-Mail: pecoskid@juno.com
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More Sample Poetry Selections !!!!!!
"Ten Steps To Success in the Modern World"
Manipulation is fun...from ten to one...
And here, my dear readers,
Is how it is done.
You make them afraid to speak up
Or offend...that's ten.
You make them grin and bear it and say
"I'm fine..." that's nine.
You make them feel it's impossible to change,
Already too late... that's eight.
You tell them life is just that way, though
It's better in heaven...that's seven.
You teach them they can't do it, and
The lesson sticks...that's six.
You convince them it's unimportant to
Feel alive...that's five.
You make them adore a life that's
A bore...that's four.
You make them believe they can never
Be free...that's three.
You make them feel guilty, and
In debt to you...that's two.
You make them feel miserable, that
Life is no fun...that's one!
Diana Hunter
"Life Motion"
Drifting...
Feather on the desert wind.
Floating...
Upon a lake of ice.
Gliding...
Golden dust within the universe.
Glowing
With the rhythm of a heartbeat.
Breathing...
In waves of soundless energy.
Harmonizing...
Opalescent colors of a pearl.
Throbbing...
Ebb and flow of life.
Evolving...
Essence of vitality!
Diana Hunter
Feather on the desert wind.
Floating...
Upon a lake of ice.
Gliding...
Golden dust within the universe.
Glowing
With the rhythm of a heartbeat.
Breathing...
In waves of soundless energy.
Harmonizing...
Opalescent colors of a pearl.
Throbbing...
Ebb and flow of life.
Evolving...
Essence of vitality!
Diana Hunter
"He Left His Love"
He left his love
So sweet and pure,
There standing on the shore...
And never again
Would she speak the name
Of the man whom she adored.
He wandered long
To see the world,
Its riches to behold...
And could not find
So great a prize
As the one he'd willingly sold.
He traveled far to seek his dream,
Upon the glistening waves...
And found instead
The vast cold sea,
Below the empty caves.
He later returned
To his dear old home,
The place where he was born...
And searched the shore
For the face of one
To whom his love was sworn.
He lived the remainder
Of his days,
A lonely empty life...
And cried to think
Of the woman he'd loved
But had never made his wife.
He died alone.
Diana Hunter
"Teacher, Teacher..."
Mickey Shaw
Taught me
How to shave
My legs...
His real name was Fred.
He also taught me
My first
French kiss
While smooching
On Marlene Dunsing's bed.
I think he taught
The Irish kiss
The Italian
And Norwegian
To me...
Who would have thought
It could be so much fun
Learning World Geography!
Diana Hunter
"Pen and Paper"
He left his love
So sweet and pure,
There standing on the shore...
And never again
Would she speak the name
Of the man whom she adored.
He wandered long
To see the world,
Its riches to behold...
And could not find
So great a prize
As the one he'd willingly sold.
He traveled far to seek his dream,
Upon the glistening waves...
And found instead
The vast cold sea,
Below the empty caves.
He later returned
To his dear old home,
The place where he was born...
And searched the shore
For the face of one
To whom his love was sworn.
He lived the remainder
Of his days,
A lonely empty life...
And cried to think
Of the woman he'd loved
But had never made his wife.
He died alone.
Diana Hunter
"Teacher, Teacher..."
Mickey Shaw
Taught me
How to shave
My legs...
His real name was Fred.
He also taught me
My first
French kiss
While smooching
On Marlene Dunsing's bed.
I think he taught
The Irish kiss
The Italian
And Norwegian
To me...
Who would have thought
It could be so much fun
Learning World Geography!
Diana Hunter
"Pen and Paper"
Pen and paper:
My laughter
My tears,
My strength
My fears,
My friend
My foe,
My salvation
My woe,
My joy
My strife...
My true voice
My life.
Diana Hunter
My laughter
My tears,
My strength
My fears,
My friend
My foe,
My salvation
My woe,
My joy
My strife...
My true voice
My life.
Diana Hunter
"SOMETHING TO REMEMBER"
Holidays come...and holidays go, sometimes with relief.
And do we have the quiet time to consider one's belief?
Or do we rush and hustle in ever-pressing roles...
Trampling through the spiritual calm which nurtures well our souls.
Perhaps the pressure can be relieved by remembering quietly
Those once familiar images we now so seldom see...
The moments of warmth and tenderness too often now ignored,
Feelings of being cared for by the ones whom we've adored.
Or possibly a bit of wishful thinking...of how it all might be
If each of us slowed down a while, and took the time to see
How much we might be missing as we rush the fast-paced sales
For things we feel obliged to buy...it's part of why we fail.
Fail at what? Remembering....beyond those recent trends
Which send us sailing forth each day, unmindful of the end...
The direction in which we're rushing, to satisfy demands
Created by a commercial world surrounding where we stand.
Now...take a moment...consider well the direction in which you flee.
How much is done through conditioning? And are you really free?
Free to choose...free to feel...free to take your time.
The freedom...then...to remember.
That's why I wrote this rhyme.
Diana Hunter
" A JOURNEY OF EVOLUTION "
Start... by saving your self.
Regain...what you have lost.
Renew ...what you have forgotten.
Show yourself...and others...that you have choices.
Be inventive...take an idea and build on it.
Share...what you are learning and doing.
Pass it forward.
Be willing...to learn more.
Be selective.
Make your daily life worthwhile.
Take joy in what you do.
Be a leaver.
You don't need new leaders representing old systems.
You only need...yourself.
You only need...others who are willing to grow and choose wisely.
This is a revolution...a positive one
With no leaders, only informed/willing individuals.
Bring people to what they really want, not more of what they don't want.
Break with the enslavement of : competition, religion
Government, burdensome bureaucracy, institutions,
Hatred, fear, ignorance, dissipation, sameness, peer pressure,
Materialistic over-consumption, "bigger and more".
There is no one right way for people to live.
Belong to the earth...it does not belong to you.
Live simply and wisely.
Turn the world to glass...making it possible for all men
To more clearly see what exists.
As a poet...unlock man's self-made chains and
Invite men into a new and liberating environment.
The real poet's language, intellect, insight...are in flux.
They flow. They are flexible. They are in motion.
They change. They do not reach a point...then stop.
They are in transit. The journey infinite.
Evolve...into something remarkable!
Diana Hunter
" A DIFFERENT RHYTHM "
Start living a new and better life,
Continuing those aspects divine...
Create for yourself treasured moments
With thoughts for others entwined,
Including both man and the creatures
We meet or know from afar.
Preserve well your spirit for living...
Be remarkable as the individual you are!
Diana Hunter
Holidays come...and holidays go, sometimes with relief.
And do we have the quiet time to consider one's belief?
Or do we rush and hustle in ever-pressing roles...
Trampling through the spiritual calm which nurtures well our souls.
Perhaps the pressure can be relieved by remembering quietly
Those once familiar images we now so seldom see...
The moments of warmth and tenderness too often now ignored,
Feelings of being cared for by the ones whom we've adored.
Or possibly a bit of wishful thinking...of how it all might be
If each of us slowed down a while, and took the time to see
How much we might be missing as we rush the fast-paced sales
For things we feel obliged to buy...it's part of why we fail.
Fail at what? Remembering....beyond those recent trends
Which send us sailing forth each day, unmindful of the end...
The direction in which we're rushing, to satisfy demands
Created by a commercial world surrounding where we stand.
Now...take a moment...consider well the direction in which you flee.
How much is done through conditioning? And are you really free?
Free to choose...free to feel...free to take your time.
The freedom...then...to remember.
That's why I wrote this rhyme.
Diana Hunter
" A JOURNEY OF EVOLUTION "
Start... by saving your self.
Regain...what you have lost.
Renew ...what you have forgotten.
Show yourself...and others...that you have choices.
Be inventive...take an idea and build on it.
Share...what you are learning and doing.
Pass it forward.
Be willing...to learn more.
Be selective.
Make your daily life worthwhile.
Take joy in what you do.
Be a leaver.
You don't need new leaders representing old systems.
You only need...yourself.
You only need...others who are willing to grow and choose wisely.
This is a revolution...a positive one
With no leaders, only informed/willing individuals.
Bring people to what they really want, not more of what they don't want.
Break with the enslavement of : competition, religion
Government, burdensome bureaucracy, institutions,
Hatred, fear, ignorance, dissipation, sameness, peer pressure,
Materialistic over-consumption, "bigger and more".
There is no one right way for people to live.
Belong to the earth...it does not belong to you.
Live simply and wisely.
Turn the world to glass...making it possible for all men
To more clearly see what exists.
As a poet...unlock man's self-made chains and
Invite men into a new and liberating environment.
The real poet's language, intellect, insight...are in flux.
They flow. They are flexible. They are in motion.
They change. They do not reach a point...then stop.
They are in transit. The journey infinite.
Evolve...into something remarkable!
Diana Hunter
" A DIFFERENT RHYTHM "
Start living a new and better life,
Continuing those aspects divine...
Create for yourself treasured moments
With thoughts for others entwined,
Including both man and the creatures
We meet or know from afar.
Preserve well your spirit for living...
Be remarkable as the individual you are!
Diana Hunter