Mărţişor…..Pentru tine…
For
in the first place as always…. 🙂
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…Villa Escudero Waterfall restaurant
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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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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
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xxx
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…Pizza closeup….
My serrano,fresh pear and gorgonzola pizza drizzeled with balsamic reduction…
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People are made of places…
People are made of places. They carry with them
hints of jungles or mountains, a tropic grace
or the cool eyes of sea gazers. Atmosphere of cities
how different drops from them, like the smell of smog
or the almost-not-smell of tulips in the spring,
nature tidily plotted with a guidebook;
or the smell of work, glue factories maybe,
chromium-plated offices; smell of subways
crowded at rush hours.
Where I come from, people
carry woods in their minds, acres of pine woods;
blueberry patches in the burned-out bush;
wooden farmhouses, old, in need of paint,
with yards where hens and chickens circle about,
clucking aimlessly; battered schoolhouses
behind which violets grow. Spring and winter
are the mind’s chief seasons: ice and the breaking of ice.
A door in the mind blows open, and there blows
a frosty wind from fields of snow.
Elizabeth Brewster
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Written in stone….
I found that love, provides
The key-unlocks, the heart and souls, of you and me-
Love will learn to sing your song,
Love is written in the stone
Every man, I meet is walking time-
Free to wander, past his conscious mind,
Love will come, and take you home-
Love is written, in the stone
Do you believe, my friend, in what you claim, people of the world,
All doubt the same-bringing questions
Of their own-truth is written,
In the stone
In the stone, you’ll find the meaning
Why you’re not standing tall
In the stone
The light is shining, forever touching all-
Life experience a passing day
Time will witness, what the ole
Folks say-getting stronger every day
-Strenght is written in the stone-
Deep inside, our hearts for us
To keep-lies a spark of light that
Never sleeps
The greatest, you’ve ever known-
Yea is written-
In the stone
In the stone, you’ll find the meaning
Why you’re not standing tall
In the stone
The light is shining, forever touching all
Never, never my darling, never you’ll
Be alone-Forever, ever my darling
True love is written in the stone
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…Halloween is coming…..
WORDLESS WEDNESDAY STARTS HERE
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…Calling dragons and demons…
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…An Alien in Parcul Pantelimon monday morning….
WORDLESS WEDNESDAY STARTS HERE
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…grabbing my nuts…
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Still alive and kicking….
Still very busy with work and just had a day off …too short but its something …going to try to program myself a day off every week if its possible but thats the job….any way will be back again when I can …and thank you to all who still visit and link me..its very much appreciated 🙂
And for the people who are to obsessed with links and Zelist this is for you ….. 🙂
Bugger Off!
Chorus:
So bugger off, you bastards bugger off! (Fuck You!)
Bugger off, you bastards bugger off! (Fuck You!)
Like a herd of bloody swine that refuse to leave the trough
You’ll get no more this evening so you bastards bugger off
Well you’ve been a lovely audience, but oh the time does pass.
So don’t you all be lettin’ the door hit you in the ass.
You’ve been a splendid audience, but enough is enough.
We’d take it very kindly if you’d all just bugger off!
Chorus
Here’s to all the batenders and waitresses who’ve been servin you your beers,
and puttin up with your knoxious breath and your stupid drunken leers.
so leave your money on the table when you go,
tomorrow you’ll have a sorry head and nothin left to show
Chorus
Lyrics http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/dubliners/
Here’s to all the lovely ladies who might be waitin for the band,
and thinkin one of them might make a charmin one night stand.
Please don’t be offended girls this song is not for you.
we’ll be happy to oblige you when this nasty job is through.
Chorus
So you’ve been promisin the ladies a night of lovin bliss,
but truth be told your far to drunk to stand up straight and piss.
So give it up you lousy sods you’ll not be gettin laid.
and the sooner that you’re out the door the sooner we’ll get paid.
Chorus
So bugger off, you bastards bugger off! (Fuck You!)
Bugger off, you bastards bugger off! (Fuck You!)
Like a herd of fucking swine that refuse to leave the trough
You’ll get no more this evening so you bastards bugger off
(1-2-3 FUCK YOU!)
Kindly sang to you by the one and only …The Dubliners !! 🙂
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Cat Among The Chickens….
Stalking,
Prowling,
Through ocean of feathers,
The murder would be soundless,
Not even a squark,
As the paw smashed through the air,
And landed in the back of the prey,
And soundless it fell to the ground,
And was dragged from the pens,
By the serial mass murder,
The cat among the chickens!
Nick Hilton
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…16…Capturing without words…
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Miercurea fara cuvinte..15…Pepene verde…
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The warm and the cold…
The Warm and the Cold
Freezing dusk is closing
Like a slow trap of steel
On trees and roads and hills and all
That can no longer feel.
But the carp is in its depth
Like a planet in its heaven.
And the badger in its bedding
Like a loaf in the oven.
And the butterfly in its mummy
Like a viol in its case.
And the owl in its feathers
Like a doll in its lace.
Freezing dusk has tightened
Like a nut screwed tight
On the starry aeroplane
Of the soaring night.
But the trout is in its hole
Like a chuckle in a sleeper.
The hare strays down the highway
Like a root going deeper.
The snail is dry in the outhouse
Like a seed in a sunflower.
The owl is pale on the gatepost
Like a clock on its tower.
Moonlight freezes the shaggy world
Like a mammoth of ice –
The past and the future
Are the jaws of a steel vice.
But the cod is in the tide-rip
Like a key in a purse.
The deer are on the bare-blown hill
Like smiles on a nurse.
The flies are behind the plaster
Like the lost score of a jig.
Sparrows are in the ivy-clump
Like money in a pig.
Such a frost
The flimsy moon
Has lost her wits.
A star falls.
The sweating farmers
Turn in their sleep
Like oxen on spits.
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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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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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Return from an alien garden….
From the dark and cold of the night,
I shall go in
To steal
A flowering branch
From the last flowering tree.
I will climb over the stone wall
To the wonder of the alien garden,
To the shine of your smile,
To the warmth of your touch,
My shadow lost in your shadow.
Before winter becomes,
And the whispers of life all subside,
I shall watch
The last flowering tree changing
To a cascade of fragrant flowers,
To a river of luminous embers.
Then,
From the dark and cold of the night,
Like a seagull flying a windless sky,
I shall glide
Through the window of the alien garden,
To the sea of your eyes,
To the fire of your heart.
I will take both your hands
And I’ll steal,
What is left of the stars,
What is rightfully mine.
Then,
Silently, solemnly
From the night and the shadows,
From the cold and from winter,
We’ll return to our house,
To the light and to joy,
To the hope and to spring,
Your footsteps following mine
Your laughter an echoing melody,
Your heart ever closer to mine
Far away from the darkness of night,
………………………………….
To the way it has been in my dreams.
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…14..A very cold day at a lake in Finland…We need to have some coolness here..
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