Mărţişor…..Pentru tine…
For
in the first place as always…. 🙂
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My Angel….
She’s My Angel
She’s that smile that I need when I’ve had a crummy day.
She’s that rainbow of color when my world has turned gray.
She’s that shoulder I need when I’m up against the ropes.
She’s the one that I turn to when I need that ray of hope.
She’s the candle’s flicker in a room otherwise dark.
She’s lit my soul on fire for her from the very start.
She’s the one I feel at peace with when I’m laying in her arms.
She’s the one who captivates me with all her witty charm.
She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.
She’s not perfect, but to me she’s pretty close.
She’s quick to give an attitude adjustment right when I need it the most.
She’s that star in the sky that is shinning brighter than the rest.
She’s that one ounce of encouragement I need to do my very best.
She’s the one who knows me better than anyone else ever could.
She’s the one who loves me even more than she probably should.
She’s got a way of touching my heart like nobody else knows.
She’s the woman I love from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.
She’s a red sports car, in the summer, running ninety.
She’s forever the one I always want beside me.
She’s all the words I do not say because the words do not come fast enough.
She’s soft, sweet, kind, and sincere, but at times can be very tough.
She’s the most expensive, most precious, priceless work of art.
She’s the one, I swear, I’ll never let go of until death do us part.
She’s absolutely, positively, no doubt about it, my angel from above.
She’s the reason I write this poem to try and express my love.
She’s everything I want and everything I need
She’s every single love song and in every book I read.
Every minute we share together is a minute I’ll always hold tight.
She’s my angel in the morning, afternoon, and night.
by K Gossett
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Hands….to feel…..
Hands
I haven’t forgotten
That I am just one person,
That I am but one voice
Attempting to stand out
From the crowd.
I remember
That I have fallen
Amidst the laughter
That surrounds me, and that sometimes
It gets too loud.
I know
That I can’t sit here
And expect my silence
To evoke change
Without reason.
I can see
That I don’t know everything,
That I can’t expect
My hand to be held
Always.
I can feel
That time is slipping
By me, that it
Will be gone if I just
Stand still.
I have heard
That there are a million
Other voices that sound
Like mine, that want also
To be heard.
I’ve been told
That it’s not enough to
Wish for dreams, that I
Have to work them
Into reality.
I know that I don’t know
All that I think I know.
I know I won’t see all of
The places I wish to go.
I know I’m not ready
For all that the world demands,
You don’t have to always hold me,
Just let me see your hands.
I know
That there’s a lot
That I won’t understand,
That you don’t have all
Of the answers.
I haven’t forgotten
That I have to grow up
And someday live without
Your voice, your opinion–
Making my own decisions.
I know that I don’t know
All that I think I know.
I know that I may not see all
Of the places I want to someday go.
I know I’m not ready for everything
That I won’t always understand
You don’t have to always hold me
But sometimes. . .
Just let me touch your
Hand.
Jherine N. Saine
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A life lit….
Electric Love
When I was down
An angel came to me
And she touched me inside
That woman set me free
Turned on the light
So I could see
That there was fire inside
And I could feel the heat
She’s got the power, she gets me high
She can take a storm and make it shine
She keeps the spark burning over time
That woman’s got electric love
Ooo, electric love
There ain’t no medicine
That makes me fly
Like when I’m with my sweet woman
She keeps me so satisfied
And if we had no money
We’d still get by
And if the world should stop turnin’
Our love would be alive
She’s got the power, she gets me high
She can take a storm and make it shine
She keeps the spark burning over time
That woman’s got electric love
Look out
She’s got the power, she’s gets me high
She can take a storm and make it shine
She keeps the spark burning over time
That woman’s got electric love
Whoa yeah
She gets me high, so high
Ooo yeah, she makes the stars shine
Burning all the time
That woman’s got electric love
Electric love
Electric love
She’s got the fire
She’s got the fire
Electric love
Electric love
Electric love
Cinderella
Love spectrum….
Whispers in the Wind
Your whispers are gentle echoes
that sway ardent winds of harmony
and in the symphony of life
each word is wrapped in rhapsody.
We travel separate roads of life
gather flowers along the way and
share the music of their fragrance.
We exist between two winds,
I here under a pale moon
you, the other end of somewhere.
Sometimes when wind blows through trees
I pause to listen and in its passing
I hear the tenderness of your voice
that fills the spectrum of my soul.
You are the chime of warm rain,
the moon that glows through the trees
and within the luster of evening
your aura fills the scene.
I hear the whispers of the wind
see the stars shine in the sky,
but I hold the sunrise in my pocket.
Dance with me within the wind,
then just let me love you.
– Orania Hamilton –
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Color in my life…
I Will Colour My Life
I’ll colour my life in sunny hues
Vibrant violets velvety blues
Ones to energies passing hours
Yellow sunlight of spring flowers
Calming colours those vividly bright
Colours that inspire and excite
Colours to invoke joy and delight
And the randomness of delicate white
An uncharted life an unbroken blaze –
Where in the midst of a dismal maze
Sparkling tints happily surprise
Meteor shower splash night skies
Red is for the heart love life of the soul
A powerful force that controls the whole
Green as soothing as an emerald sea,
To bask in peace and tranquility.
I’ll colour my life in tenderest blue
Shots of silver and gold all through
Colours fading change as new
Colours enrich a love that’s true
As silver streaked hours flit by
Savour each moment as they fly
Soon we are what our fathers shall be
Grey shadowy shapes of memory!
Beyond sunsets glorious haze
Afire sets the sea ablaze
Life ebbing away my eyelids close
Fall the petal hours the rose!
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FLOWER OF LIFE…
FLOWER OF LIFE
A Poem by Eileen Finch Cain
F eel the goodness in all forms of life
L ove all things; let go of strife
O pen your petals; let love flow in
W iden the gap; let love grow within
E rase the scars of the past
R est in the assurance that only love lasts
O wn your self-worth in spite of what others may say
F ind again the peace in your day
L ive your potential; let the world know
I nto yourself let a new energy flow
F ind out you have so much to give
E mbrace love; laugh and life
Be joyous and free
Be all that you are and ever could be!
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The dance of light….
In the twilight the fireflies dance,
Her lips so close to mine…
The shy moon behind the clouds
My heart beating in sync with the twinkling stars
In my heart, in my brain
She’s in my soul, blood and grain
The breeze is cool, heavy and deep
Blowing hair on her face
She moves so gracefully, smiles with ease
This moment forever I seek to freeze
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And there was light…
Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause, it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.
Lover and loving are inseparable and timeless.
Although I may try to describe love,
when I experience it, I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about love, I am rendered helpless.
My pen breaks, and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place where lover loving and loved are one.
Every moment is made glorious by the light of Love .
RUMI
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SPEAK TO ME…
. . . SPEAK TO ME . . .
Speak to me of tenderness,
That lingers in your hands;
Reflecting there the beauty,
That lies deep within the man.
Speak to me of passion,
In a lover’s soft caress;
Like dancing springtime breezes,
Filled with gentleness.
Speak to me of longing,
Planted deep within a soul;
The aching need for ecstasy,
That a lover’s touch makes whole.
Speak to me of whispers,
Falling on a lover’s ear;
Words that fill the emptiness,
Of a heart that longed to hear.
Speak to me of blossoms,
That are kissed by morning dew;
And I will show you beauty,
That is seen, my love, in you.
Allison Chambers Coxsey
Miercurea fara cuvinte..holding on….
Miercurea fara cuvinte starts here
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A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe…
A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth’s day-star?
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Le Panneau…
Le Panneau
Oscar Wilde
Under the rose-tree’s dancing shade
There stands a little ivory girl,
Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl
With pale green nails of polished jade.
The red leaves fall upon the mould,
The white leaves flutter, one by one,
Down to a blue bowl where the sun,
Like a great dragon, writhes in gold.
The white leaves float upon the air,
The red leaves flutter idly down,
Some fall upon her yellow gown,
And some upon her raven hair.
She takes an amber lute and sings,
And as she sings a silver crane
Begins his scarlet neck to strain,
And flap his burnished metal wings.
She takes a lute of amber bright,
And from the thicket where he lies
Her lover, with his almond eyes,
Watches her movements in delight.
And now she gives a cry of fear,
And tiny tears begin to start:
A thorn has wounded with its dart
The pink-veined sea-shell of her ear.
And now she laughs a merry note:
There has fallen a petal of the rose
Just where the yellow satin shows
The blue-veined flower of her throat.
With pale green nails of polished jade,
Pulling the leaves of pink and pearl,
There stands a little ivory girl
Under the rose-tree’s dancing shade.
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TRECUT-AU ANII…
TRECUT-AU ANII……….
Trecut-au anii ca nori lungi pe şesuri
Şi niciodată n-or să vie iară
Căci nu mă-ncântă azi cum mă mişcară
Poveşti şi doine, ghicitori, eresuri
Ce fruntea-mi de copil o-nseninară,
Abia-nţelese, pline de-nţelesuri –
Cu-a tale tale umbre azi în van mă-mpresuri,
O, ceas al tainei, asfinţit de sară.
Să smulg un sunet din trecutul vieţii,
Să fac, o, suflet, ca din nou să tremuri
Cu mâna mea în van pe liră lunec,
Pierdut e totu-n zarea tinereţii
Şi mută-I gura dulce-a altor vremuri,
Iar timpul creşte-n urma mea….mă-ntunec!
THE YEARS HAVE PASSED……
The years have passed like clouds o’er hills and dales
Nor will they e’er return to us, in truth,
For I’m no longer charmed as in my youth
By superstitions, riddles, fairy tales,
Which brightened up my forehead as a child –
Half understood, with hidden sense inwrought;
Vain are your shadows into which I’m caught
Oh, magic hou’r, the evening twilight mild.
To wrest a sound from my life’s yesteryear
To thrill my soul one more time with my rhyme
Upon my lyre fingers vainly spin;
All’s lost within my youth’s now distant stir
And mute is now the honeyed mouth of yonder time
Time grows upon me…darkness sucks me in.
Mihai Eminescu
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A crack in space….
A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself and the world around him.
–Dylan Thomas
“Look at the stars. They’re the same stars as last week, last year, same as when we were kids. When we weren’t even born. In a hundred years, no one will know who we are, but they’ll know those same stars.” –
you make the room
melt into riverbeds, smoothed stone.
Yes, this must be
how the universe felt
when it first cracked open;
Sky and earth parting as lips
to breathe out trees, mythology,
the first days of fall.
It is mud between your bare toes-
It is raspberries plucked straight from the stem,
and it holds you
like a butterfly to a board,
breathless at its beauty.
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Soft strokes….
I am overwhelmed with a burning desire
A desire locked down deep inside
One that cannot be concealed anymore.
I long for one sweet kiss to quench my thirst
I long for one tender touch that will last a lifetime
At the end of it all
are my deepest desire!
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Colors in your heart…
If I could catch a rainbow
I would do it just for you
and share with you its beauty
On the days you’re feeling blue.
–Anonymous
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Copper embrace….
‘The Girdle of Venus
Encircles us
There is no rust
In her copper embrace
It curls, entwines,
Ouroboros
The snake it eats its tail
So if we meet
An alchemist
We’ll show to him
Our copper rings
He’ll laugh and wink
And he’ll tell us
Life can be spent on many things
He lifts a veil, the tale blooms
He reveals the flowered path to walk
He reveals to him a mouth that talks
That only speaks in poetry
Hermes saw skies in terror forms
Her soothing voice, her savage calm
Her wisdom come from far beyond
Her body carved from rose quartz stones
She placed a finger on his arm
She then excised this world’s alarm
He had forgotten truth so long
That they are one
The moon and sun
A maze of roses
Red and white
You ask me will we make it
I tell you that there is no night
There is no place that has no light
I take your hand and you take mine
We share our cup of hallowed wine
We reach the place of molten gold
We hope that its not fleeting
The alchemist he sings his song
It begins with sounds so sacred
They cannot help but sing along
Words known because they wrote them
Gold flows in rivers down their face
And with these words they blissful wake
Up with the birds on wings they take
To higher realms and higher
His hand becoming one with hers
The golden mean has played its role
And they realise they built it all
With these bricks they had built a wall
And now we build our palace
To Monsalvat I have marched and marched
To plunge my sword in to your cup
To drink of the wisdom of your heart
To fill these holes with holiness
The alchemist sings his joyous song
His tempo grows, it wont be long
Till oneness overtakes all fear
And all the world is golden bliss
Till we can roam the world so wide
With garlands for the weak and strong
To make that tender savage lunge out from this girdle
Through the endless portal stars
And to the painted realms beyond
The Girdle of Venus
Encircles us
There is no rust
In her copper embrace
It curls, entwines,
Ouroboros
The snake it eats its tail
And if we meet an alchemist
He’ll smile and nod
At our gold rings
He’ll laugh and wink and he’ll tell us
Lives like ours are holy things’
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Midnight glow…
The moonlight shines upon her face
while in her peaceful sleep
The secrets that she dreams tonight
will be her’s to keep ~
The softness of the the midnight moon
its glow illuminates
The beauty that is seen within
the soul it emanates.
Behold, the epitome of perfection
lays within this bed
She sleeps tonight and in her dreams
is the man she longs to wed ~
A rendezvous within her heart
when the hour is close at hand
As the midnight glow of the moon
leads her to her man.
Her eyes close in anticipation
a smile upon her lips
Knowing that soon she will taste
his tender loving kiss ~
And feel his arms around her
in their midnight rendezvous
Together they ignite the passion
and make all their dreams come true.
“Darling,” she cries, as she looks upon
the love upon his face
“With you is where I want to be,
within your warm embrace ~
Ignite in me the desire
and take me by my hand
Show me you will always be
the one who understands.”
“My love,” he says as he takes her hand
and brings it to his lips
“I never thought a love like yours
could ever be like this ~
I want to always be with you
and feel you next to me,
You give me more than I deserve,
with you I am complete.”
With a sleepy smile upon her lips
under the midnight glow
Of the moon that shines upon her face
is the love she’s come to know ~
The secrets and the passion,
the thoughts within her head
Lead her to the dreams they share
together in their bed.
Making love at midnight
sharing thoughts and fears,
Whispering together
sweet nothings in their ears ~
As they lay together under the stars
their bodies gently entwined
Suspended in the midnight glow
caught somewhere in time.
Waking in the early morn
from her peaceful sleep
The secrets that she dreamed tonight
she will forever keep,
Close to her heart until the day
the one who loves her so
Weds her under the starlit sky
of the moon’s midnight glow.
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She is a book…
She is a breathing book
each night I touch her pages
delicately turn to find
her heart in letters
written by her hand…
Scent of vanilla
soft and sensuous
unveiling another thought
another smiling memory
another intimate piece of her…
And I read with such abandon
across her pages
my fingers trailing
her soft paper skin…
In her sighs
she speaks of
stories and sonnets
history and fantasy
blue skies and silvery silks…
I hear her voice
in the pages
wanting to know her
every line
every word
every letter…
Now I take her into me
share my book with her
until we know
can read each glance
each whisper
each touch…
She is a book
and I love to read her pages…
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Candle light …..
Love is like a candlelight,
Glowing in the dark
The warmness kindles
From a tiny spark.
The light is soft at first,
Then, it grows bright,
For some, it grows over time,
For some, it’s love at first sight.
If not taken care of,
The flame will slowly die
And when it’s gone, it leaves you
Sitting there, wondering, why?
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Temptation…..
THE TEMPTATION by Charles Baudelaire
THE Demon, in my chamber high,
This morning came to visit me,
And, thinking he would find some fault,
He whispered: “I would know of thee
Among the many lovely things
That make the magic of her face,
Among the beauties, black and rose,
That make her body’s charm and grace,
Which is most fair?” Thou didst reply
To the Abhorred, O soul of mine:
“No single beauty is the best
When she is all one flower divine.
When all things charm me I ignore
Which one alone brings most delight;
She shines before me like the dawn,
And she consoles me like the night.
The harmony is far too great,
That governs all her body fair,
For impotence to analyse
And say which note is sweetest there.
O mystic metamorphosis!
My senses into one sense flow–
Her voice makes perfume when she speaks,
Her breath is music faint and low!”
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Teo
The very first time…
That very first night we talked on the phone,
I never knew then I’d never be alone.
You’re always with me even when we’re apart,
Because you take up so much room inside my heart.
You look past all my flaws as if they were not there,
You’ve helped me through so much because you truly care,
When I start to wonder what fate has in store for me,
I look into your eyes, where the future I can see.
Even as we grow old, one thing will remain the same,
All the love we share will still burn a passionate flame.
We’ve had our ups and downs, yet our love proves strong,
As long as we have each other, nothing can go wrong.
When I close my eyes, I see your loving face,
And when I go to sleep, I dream of your embrace.
When things look bad and life goes astray,
You always know just what to say.
When we pull each other close and hold each other tight,
You tell me that you love me and make everything all right.
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