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Tuesday, April 30, 2019
On a beach somewhere… 'neath a straw umbrella, two chairs facing one another. Some tropical drinks on the table and the sand at our feet. In a dream somewhere…promises have come true, after all has been said and done… The best that had yet to come…finally here… At last… What else can I say? It all came true, you loving me and I'm so in love with you. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #advice #bestisyettocomeInstagram
Monday, April 29, 2019
Sunday, April 28, 2019
How many times must we cry? Death and blood reigning over life and love? How much hatred must exist? Where it's hatred born? When did love die? How many times must we cry about a lost love? Before we are faced with salvation from above? Too many tears... If religion is the impetus and God stays silent, how can this ever end? #poway #srilanka #pittsburgh #christchurch too many more to list.Instagram
anyone who is surprised at what the New York times printed yesterday simply has been living under a rock or in denial. Once again I quote a scene from the great movie Casablanca. Capt. Louis Renault: I'm shocked that there is gambling in this establishment Waiter: Sir here are your winnigs #antisemitism #nytimes #iamjewish #neveragain #itshappeningagain #1938 #istandwithisraelInstagram
Thursday, April 25, 2019
Poetic metaphors about confusion and love abound…simply hidden confessions… Empty roads, trains running across bridges and the lucky old sun. Couples walking and slowly diverging into separate paths… One leading towards a lake the other towards a city. Poetic metaphors expressed in a melody accompanied by a lone piano… Tears, years and fears all wrapped up into a broken clock… Yet the questions remain… Prayers expressed over and over again. Sometimes feeling like a dog barking or a car alarm going off… Ignored until it slowly goes away. #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #advice #roads #confessions #poetslifeInstagram
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
Standing up, upside down. In a world filled with ideological insanities, false God's created out of vanities and leaders who are causing futuristic calamities… I must be standing up, upside down. Students rushing through the park running towards textbook salvation, too green to understand that campus education rarely lives up to it's expectations. We all imagine yet we understand that dreaming is not the same as living. Love is the answer but love has so many meanings and definitions than a simple four letter word. #washingtonsquarepark #poetry #freddyzalta #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Monday, April 22, 2019
No more music left to play, piano strings have been cut and stolen away. The keys remain and the paneling is the same. No more music left to play. The white keys and the black keys, they cannot be pressed down. The strings have been stolen and there is no life, no sound within the old piano. No more slow dances, no more Rhapsody in blues, no more pounding the keys and kicking the bench to the side. No more... #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #piano #music #nomoreInstagram
Friday, April 19, 2019
Thursday, April 18, 2019
She stands leaning towards the open sky, with the river below it and a shadow by her side. Her future in front of her, like an canvas waiting to be caressed by the soft brushes, the wet paint and her fingers bleeding across. She paints her way, the colors are her choices, in the shapes and the designs of her true inner voices. No one can see, no one can feel, no one will ever truly understand the language she speaks. She stands leaning towards the water, empty canvas sky above... From her heart, through her hands she will be a creator today. She is free. #poetry #writingcommunity #freedomwriters #emptycanvas #colors #rivers #permissiontobefreeInstagram
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
There used to be a Blockbuster video store here.(pictured) Every Friday with my brother Carlos we would go to rent a couple of movies. I usually listened to his taste in movies to rent, we had the same taste. Could be because I usually followed his lead in most things. This place would be packed with everyone we knew. It was another one of those places like Oscars, the schoolyard and other gathering spots where we met friends, made plans or showed off in front of the ones we wanted to impress. No cell phones, no electronic distractions, just face to face. For better or worse. I love progress. I love how technological, medicinal and communication enhancements have given us the opportunities to make the world a better place. So I am not rejecting any of that, as I communicate this long winded attempt to express my current mood on my Galaxy S10. I think it could be I am missing that age where our responsibilities were minimal. We had no clue back then, we thought we carried the weight of the world on our shoulders. There were times we were in wonder about life, but we tried not to let on, keeping our poker faces on so as not reveal our mortality. But make no mistake a those were wonder years for us, we were growing and in wonder of the world we were entering. Forging ahead through the closed doors, the road blocks and the "wrong way signs." (How did they know we were going the wrong way?) I am nostalgic, that's what my buddy @rayday says. He's right. I guess that's the Freddy in me. But I feel that it's more than nostalgia. I think it's more awe and surprise that so much time has passed that mentally I still feel that I have not aged. But the mirrors and my body reminds me, there are less days ahead for me than what has already passed. We all need to make the most of each and every moment. Throw away grudges and insecurities. Be true to who you are. Stop pretending. So many places and faces have come and gone too quickly. We are running out of time. Hurry up and live.Instagram
Tuesday, April 16, 2019
"Owned No More - Life of a Salesman" the latest novella by Freddy Zalta available May 9th on @amazon Currently looking for representation Description All his life Freddy Goodwell has been selling himself or other accessories. No salesman makes all the sales - he has had success selling to some people and has not even made a dent with others, all part of the life of a salesman. After a whole life of flights, train rides and lousy hotels in small towns across the country with nothing in his pockets to show for it - he is at a boiling point. When the "big sale" becomes the "big lie" he is pushed beyond the point of no return. When his meltdown goes viral he sees that he is not alone. This is Freddy Zalta's third novella being published. His other works include "Corey's Coming," "Taxi' and "F train Chronicles." You can read his works on his blog www.freddyzalta.com #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
What's the sound? Hammer against the wall. What's that sound? My heart beating for your soul. What's that reflection, it's just a shadow on the wall. Who's that reflecting, just my true self dancing for you all. FZ #keepwriting #writingpoetry #writinggoals #writingabook #writingcommunityofinstagram #writingskills #writingworkshop#poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Monday, April 15, 2019
All at once it's gone. Over 800 years standing, the heart of the city, the spire which stood tall, the bells of Notre Dame will peel no more, in the city of lights, where the gargoyles stood guard and evil marched past, a symbol of history, faith and friendship. #notredame #quasimodo #Paris #ourladyInstagram
Sunday, April 14, 2019
Free yourself from the chains you wear around you...only you have the key. Sometimes we fear freedom because each choice is ours. Embrace freedom and be the person you want be. There is nothing as exhilarating as the feeling of overcoming your fears and stepping out of your safety zone. Wishing you all freedom from everything that keeps you from being who you want to be or who you truly are. Love ... Freddy #passover #poetry #poems #poem #poetsofinstagram #poetofinstagram #prosebyme #mypoem #freddyzalta #writing #writingcommunity #igwriters #igwriter #original #originalpoem #originalprose #poetsociety #writersofinstagram #writer #author #adviceInstagram
Friday, April 12, 2019
Standing by the window, bride waiting for her groom. Flowers cradled, grassy field and a lake with a lone fisherman. The town is closing down for the evening as her makeup begins to fade. "I believe, I believe in love." She looks towards the trees across from the lake and a lone figure is walking, downcast and all dressed for the occasion. She falls into her chair and says a quick blessing. A knock on the door and a smile. A kiss on the lips and then a walk down the aisle. Prayers are answered in ways that we can not always understand. Don't forget forever and don't let it get out of hand. Answers will never come if you lose hope when faced with the questions. Never give up, never give up. #remember #love #poetryisnotdead #spilledwords #abuse #anxiety #instapoetry #instapoets #instapoem #igpoet #igpoetry #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #freddyzalta #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagramInstagram
Thursday, April 11, 2019
Only three countries have completed the formidable task of landing a spacecraft on the lunar surface - the United States, Russia and China.“Beresheet is like other Israeli inventions, such as the USB flash drive and cherry tomato. Let’s do it more efficiently, smaller and cheaper. It does always mean that you carry more risks but, when you succeed, you gain so much that the risk is worthwhile.” Those wishing to watch history unfold as it happens can tune in to a live broadcast from the SpaceIL control room at www.contactgbs.com/space/. As the exact landing time may change as the event nears, viewers are advised to regularly check social media for updates. #1948 #Israel #beresheet #innovation #notdestructionInstagram
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
Below the blood red moon, yellow door is slamming shut and pebbles are thrown against the windows of her room. Can one ever truly understand ones desire for true love? Can one ever simply turn away? I promise...I promise... Oh but the long of her back as she sat upon the bed, the sheets at her side and her hair fallen Down...promises broken... What is love? Is it lust disguised or is it a feeling of resignation towards emotional rollercoaster tours? No more, no more, no more dark rooms and smoke stained clothing. No more, no more, hypnotic perfumes pulling me towards a majestic vistas of her skin and her beautiful feminine absurdity. A view through a window, she is sitting alone upon a bed, with white sheets and her hair is fallen upon her shoulders... Oh well... @photo_lab_app #photo_lab_app #poetsofinsta #writersofinstagrampoetry #poemsociety #evepoetry #poetrygroup #writersclub#artofpoets #poemsoftheday #spilledpoetry #virtualopenmic #openmicpoetry #artiscollab #artandcultureglobal #poetrycommunity #cafewriting #cafedailyprompts #Freddyzalta ©2019 ftrain PublicationsInstagram
Monday, April 08, 2019
You Know the Song
There was a sunrise and then just as quickly a sunset. You know the song… Time goes way too quickly and youth vanishes overnight.
There was a sunrise and then just as quickly a sunset. You know the song… Time goes way too quickly and youth vanishes overnight. It's not the grays or the aches, it's not the weight or the reading glasses, no those things don't cause us to pause. It's that feeling inside that something is gone and it's never coming back again. We never had the questions to search for those answers. We never had any idea that time once passed can never be gained again. Like a horse running wild, through the grassy valleys and across the streams. Like the wind blowing, waking us and causing us to forget our dreams. Those sunrises and those sunsets that simply appeared… You know the song. #remember #love #poetryisnotdead #spilledwords #abuse #anxiety #instapoetry #instapoets #instapoem #igpoet #igpoetry #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #freddyzalta #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagramInstagram
Sunday, April 07, 2019
A Bedtime Story
Self awareness and a feeling of recognition that she had withstood this past winter and the ones that had visited her each season year after year, instilled in her a strong sense of pride and gratitude. She was strong. She could do anything, be anything and most important she could be her true self… Whoever she chose to be.
It was one of those moments in life when everything begins to rhyme. The rain & snow had conspired to create sleet. Rebecca walked towards the pier, bundled up in coat and scarf, boots & flowery skirt. Her black hair tied into a bow and hidden within a black woolen cap, unrevealed and protected. She walked & stepped into a deep puddle, her boots not as waterproof as advertised, had allowed icy water to rush in & drown her feet. She walked towards the pier & saw a rusted post standing tall. How many winter's had this pole withstood? It had once been shiny & new, it now carried the scars of time. Sure a lot of this winter had been self imposed, freedom is not as simple as it seems. But as the sun shone she felt… What? A sense of freedom? Independence? Self awareness & a feeling of recognition that she had withstood this past winter & the ones that had visited her each season year after year, instilled in her a strong sense of pride & gratitude. She was strong. She could do anything, be anything and most important she could be her true self… Whoever she chose to be. She saw a couple, posing to take a selfie when she asked them if they wanted her to take the picture for them. “Yes thank you." The woman smiled. Instead of simply taking the picture, Rebecca said, “Instead of a boring pose, express how you are both feeling right now.” They laughed, whispered to each other & then began to laugh, embrace & jump up & down. She captured these emotions & they were all laughing. “Ok now it's your turn. You pose & express how you are feeling.” Rebecca said, "OK!” She took off her boots, her coat & her hat. She was wearing only her white turtleneck & flowing flowery skirt. She jumped up & danced away. Smiling, laughing & finally free from her self imposed winter. It was one of those moments in life when everything begins to rhyme. It was a life defining moment of clarity. Her winter had passed &the sun had melted away her winter. The temperature was still around 20 degrees outside, but there is an internal warmth that can blow away any sense of clouds, cold or ice. She was alive. Anything was possible.Instagram
Friday, April 05, 2019
She walked right into his life and he knew right away he would give in to her. One look at her, four words spoken in her raspy voice and her hand lightly cascading down his left arm… Her name was, fantastically, Sabrina. She was a 28 year old native of London but most recently was living in Croydon, South of London. She grew up in Hampstead into a very wealthy family. Her father was a cardiovascular surgeon and her mother a Child Psychologist. Sabrina had moved to Croydon upon her graduation from university and had been teaching in the Croydon College for three years when the opportunity to work in New York City was brought to her. Although Sabrina was close to her 3 sisters and her 2 brothers. She jumped at the opportunity. She was teaching advanced English at the British International School of New York and was living in a studio apartment on First Avenue walking distance to the school. This was her first year in New York and she had fallen in love with the city’s 24 hour madness. New York felt like London to her, without the doom and gloom attitude of the Motherland. No stiff upper lips or nasty looks here, instead there was the honest “F you lady” when she would be confronted with someone who wasn’t thrilled with her. #shortstory #bryantpark #tbf #freddyzalta #instagramauthor #love #writing #sabrina #poetsofinstagram #writerscommunity http://bit.ly/1hbPRfX
Roads converging, splitting and then converging once again. Just as the tides ebb and flow, the further out you go the quicker you return. There is a beacon, a North Star, it's within you, wherever you may travel, it's always within you. It's your home, within you. Even as a stranger in a strange land, you are always at home, it's always within you. Don't fret, don't panic, wherever you go you always possess your safe place within you.. It is you. #poetsofinsta #writersofinstagrampoetry #poemsociety #poetrygroup #writersclub #artofpoets #poemsoftheday #openmicpoetry #artiscollab #artandcultureglobal #poetrycommunity #cafewriting #keepwriting #writingpoetry #writinggoals #writingabook #writingcommunityofinstagram #writingskills #writingworkshop #Freddyzalta #homeInstagram
Thursday, April 04, 2019
Young lady, coffee to her lips, short dirt blonde hair, a crooked smile and worried eyes. Make her smile, take my hand, I'll make her smile. Young lady, hand runs through her hair, takes a sip of coffee and looks my way. Take my hand, I'll make you smile. #cafewriting #poetsofinstagram #poemsociety #poetrycommunity #women #love #coffee #lips #FreddyzaltaInstagram
Wednesday, April 03, 2019
Who says the sky need be blue? Who lays down these rules of right and wrong? Love is the goal, acceptance is the first step. Who says your hatred must continue? Who says that destruction is all we know? Peace is the goal, acceptance is the first step. #remember #love #poetryisnotdead #spilledwords #abuse #anxiety #instapoetry #instapoets #instapoem #igpoet #igpoetry #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #freddyzalta #poetsofinstagram #poetryofinstagramInstagram
Tuesday, April 02, 2019
Monday, April 01, 2019
My beautiful Carol... She always has a way of making be smile, shake my head, freak out and get up and sing with her. That's all I am going to say because what will I say on get birthday? She is everyone's best friend except for man's best friend. Anyway... Thank you for always being there for everyone.Instagram
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