A mixture of art in all its forms and random grabs from life and whatever else bubbles up….

Love

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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Where the Wild Roses Grow….


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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

you

are my deepest desire!

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Colors in your heart…

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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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