Miercurea fara cuvinte….Eyes….
miercurea fara cuvinte starts here
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ROXANA
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…My enemies…
Miercurea fara cuvinte starts here with Carmen
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the one
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Alice
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The Power…
Dreams,
They’re all the same.
Pleasant fantasies becoming real.
Materializing hope,
Wishes,
Lies.
The water is calm,
Blanketed by the warmth of the sun.
The Birds sing in a chorus of nature and serenity.
Everything is right.
This is false security made in the depths of Hell.
Soon the downward spiral into the inferno begins,
And brings me to the painful,
Smiting abomination that is real life.
The birds’ songs are choked by the wicked cries of torment and agony,
Lush forests are burnt to the ground,
Just like the lives beneath them.
Smoke and ash fill the fogging air
As the world becomes clarity around me.
Plentiful fields warped and distorted into waste land lay before me.
The downward spiral
Turns to a sudden stop on the ground,
As I am fully awake to the truths of the world.
We wait for the light but behold darkness.
Roxana
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Memories of the waves….
Sometimes I miss the sun rising and setting over the carribean sea
Soft warm white sand between my toes
Azure blue waters , clear warm , colors vibrating ,soft ripples of waves
The warm sun , the light cool breeze over the island
the steeldrum band playing, the coconuts fresh off the tree
Sometimes I miss the full moon over the atlantic ocean
house high waves rolling and crashing on the beach and the cliffs
water spraying spraying like a fountain
huge vibrations thundering through the rock beneath
the smell so fresh and full of freedom
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GODS……. :-)
“In ancient times cats were worshipped as Gods, they have not forgotten this.”
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silence
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lilli
DECAY……
Ancient seed, of a soul colored claret, when he came to me
Alas came the day, my mortality, no longer reign free
I partake of sweet revelries, strawberry of the unknown
Tantalizing aromas, as I compliment your neck bone
Your breath pulsates heavily, as we succumb to wanton flesh
Taste of human essence, a copious harvest, savors fresh
You slide into Utopia’s Shangrila, feeding pink flesh
You spin a web of geometric pearls in and out of me
So fine the pronounced arteries of young men, not fully grown
Slumber deep my love for I’ve ingested you, at your request
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In the darkness….
Many in the Darkness November 1941
We sat in the park, but there was a war between us,
A dead moon over us and all around us
The shy and secret whisperings as of the tiny
Woods animals which in the high forest gather
Wind-fallen goods before the frost comes.
We praised as lucky all whose sure existence
(As of the careless moon, the dutiless squirrels)
Is not responsible for human history—
Feeling how our happiness, how hope must mount
Machine guns which other men yet have the firing of,
How liberty is seen in the form of a fighter plane
Millions look up asking, Is it ours?
Our despair was temporary but not less painful.
Over us the moon was quiet about its business,
Pouring its constant light upon the naked beaches.
The squirrels built up their small defenses
Obliged to the fulfillment of a natural process.
Their leaf-lined cell, the brilliance of the moon,
The winter cannot touch and no touch tarnish.
Thomas McGrath
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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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Miercurea fara cuvinte..What happens at night in a bookstore…
Miercurea fara cuvinte starts here >>>>here
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BELIEVE…
There may be times when you feel
as if you have taken a million steps towards
your dreams, and acted on your plans, only to find
yourself in the same place that you began from.
At times like this, you must not give up.
You must continue on. Though you may feel
lost, bewildered, and alone, continue to believe
in yourself. Do not allow discouragement and
doubt to blur your vision and wash away
your dreams. Visualize your way beyond the
detours, standstills, and obstacles.
You will realize your dreams. You have
worked hard and taken so many productive
steps in a positive direction that you are bound
to succeed. Whatever the hurt of the moment
may be, it will pass. Tomorrow is always a
new dawn. Today, you must pause, rest, catch
your breath, and then look ahead. Each step
will bring you closer to your dreams. The
rainbows and the love that you deserve are in
sight. Happiness is just around the next turn.
~ Vicki Silvers ~
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Merry Christmas to all….
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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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Burning….
When all is lost and hope has fled
When fear is strong and strength is dead
When love and joy abandon you
When mental anguish grows in you
When the last of efforts fail to save
When your fate is ill, your mind enslaved
And when your head hangs low in misery
This is when you’ll find the key
A single ember from deep within
Burns hotter and hotter, as flames begin
The fire of truth will light the way
And help you fight, this lonely day
The battle is long, the struggle is rough
Never regret not giving enough
For when we offer our very best,
Our very soul is put to the test
Stand tall and true and you’ll prevail
Just hold on tight and never bail
You will survive if you don’t quit
Victory is there, if you reach for it
One day in the future, you will look to the past,
And know you had what it takes to last
So never give up and good things will come,
Not just honor and pride, but a job well done.
Anom
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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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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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To a butterfly….
To A Butterfly
I’ve watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! – not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers;
Here rest your wing when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
Stay near me–do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring’st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My father’s family!
Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
The time, when, in our childish plays,
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey:–with leaps and springs
I followed on from brake to bush;
But she, God love her, feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.
William Wordsworth
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I am not really here….
Got lucky..through circumstances got a day off today :-)…so only catching up a little…probaly will be a week again before I am back again here…
Eat well 🙂
Roxana
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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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I feel sorry….
I feel sorry
By Marin Sorescu 1936–1996 Marin Sorescu
Translated By Ioana Russell-Gebbett
I feel sorry for the butterflies
When I turn off the light,
And for the bats
When I switch it on . . .
Can’t I take a single step
Without offending someone?
So many odd things happen
That I want to hold
My head in my hands,
But an anchor thrown from the sky
Pulls them down . . .
It’s not time yet
To tear up the sails.
Let things be.
Roxana
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SMILE…..!!!!!
How can one smile such sweet smiles,
When one is so saddened by sorrows for miles,
How can I smile the same smiles,
When life brings me nothing but tears,
I wondered for so long,
What reason you had to smile that long,
To keep smiling though troubles come,
And still remain sweet and silently overcome,
It’s such a mystery to me,
Your smiles from heaven with glee,
I adore and yet envy thee,
But I’d rather you smile those at me,
I feel happy when I see you smile,
Even if I’m sad and lonely,
Your smiles bring me somewhere,
I don’t even know where,
But it was you,
You gave me the reason to smile,
To smile with no reason,
To smile for a smile,
I guess life is just like that,
We need not a reason to smile,
For a smile is the reason itself,
To rejoice and open-heartedly give thanks,
I learned to smile because of you,
Because your smiles bring me joy when blue,
It proves how well and powerful,
A simple sweet smile can become so beautiful,
Smile for the sake of a smile,
Smile for the sake of happiness,
Smile for the sake of life,
Smile because of hope left in life,
Smile my friends,
Smile for me my Love,
Smile those same sweet smiles,
Smile so the world can be a peaceful dove…
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Communication…
Communication Breakdown,
What’s happening today?
We don’t say what we mean,
And we don’t mean what we say.
We trundle along in life,
Not speaking when we should,
We wait until it’s too late,
And then say nothing good.
We don’t look at each other,
Nor smile as much these days,
We are all so busy,
Being busy is the craze.
But what is so important?
That we don’t really talk?
Why don’t we make time?
Instead of running, we could walk.
We use our text messages,
Our computers, to speak for us,
We use our telephones,
And rely on our trust.
It’s hard to know what’s behind talk,
If you’re not face to face,
It’s hard to get a clear message,
Isn’t it a disgrace?
That we don’t meet each other,
And look eye to eye?
That we don’t take the time,
And understand why.
Why it is so important,
We connect and really speak,
Why it is essential,
We truly listen and not freak.
When someone suggests something,
That’s so far from our minds,
World peace depends on these things,
So lets not be so behind.
We’ve got to make an effort,
And truly realize,
This isn’t really connecting,
It isn’t civilized.
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Communication takes practice,
it’s never perfect,
sometimes not patient,
sometimes not kind,
but you have to say what’s on
your mind.
Lend an ear,
listen not just hear,
to the ones you love so dear.
Communication is not a one way street,
it takes two,
to concur this feat.
Communication is hard you see,
but in the end,
it is key,
to that great relationship,
we all want and need.
Open your heart,
say what’s on your mind,
When you are partners
for life there’s nothing to hide.
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A view…
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