1) Mitschkya's Song - Greece (Epistle & Poetry) (From Songs From The Women Of The L.O.M.) Poem by Otradom Pelogo

Mitschkya's Song

And because of that, the door that I then opened led into the heart of a beautiful young lady named Mitschkya, whom also held the key to different worlds that I had horribly enough found myself on the outside of. She was tall, young and beautiful, dark hair and brown eyes, a beautiful voice and a heavenly glow, fitting every detail that I could ask for, and keeping me, my soul and the heavens, I'm sure, entertained on a day when we all needed it. By this time I had found myself becoming more mature, but truly wiser, yet more distant than ever before to those her age, and a loss that I could not understand. Yet her ability to stay there and talk and negotiate with me rather than walk away or even allow me to walk away from a lovely conversation that we had about life and love, war and peace, and being responsible, I have found this metaphor while working in Iraq, communicating with the people from the land of Mesopotamia, trying to see how our relationship (or rather what it is based on and how it) is forming, not only from a spiritual perspective, for we communicate from either sides of barbwire, sending and receiving messages whenever we have the chance, and the enlightening struggle to get to know we're not giving in, but acquiescing at the appropriate time, where a ‘no' to one thing only meant a yes to something equally as great, allowed something to emanate from me and towards others that has rebuilt bonds discretely dissolved.

A Pear Orchard can produce many great things
Like food, hope, and a beautiful place to live
Where I learned to take answers a quiet day brings
How to make friends, take good advice and give
Goliad is still the longest street I've ever seen
Although, there are some that run from here to the port
Each time with things that now mean
I have more to think about, but less to sort
Because I've learned to take my hometown with me
I can use those virtues to straighten out the day
Since Beaumont mirrors the rest of society
Whether in Port Arthur or back in the Bay
It's an incredible yet simple truth
That scholarship is the key to all things
As I look at the future and my youth
From learning to write, to my love the day brings
At school I vowed to make education
A perpetual goal no matter where
I would decide to travel to
Since learning requires few qualifications
Making a simple attempt the fare
Whether science, economics or virtue
These are the things the children must keep
On the road they have chosen to be right
If they are the same dreams they wish to reap
When working in the day or sleeping at night
I can hear the noonday siren clear tonight
Telling me names, places, and secrets to write