Nadia Wicker….Miercurea fara cuvinte…
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
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Miercurea fara cuvinte starts here
Mărţişor…..Pentru tine…
For
in the first place as always…. 🙂
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Miercurea fara cuvinte…My enemies…
Miercurea fara cuvinte starts here with Carmen
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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.
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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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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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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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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.
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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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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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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
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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Spirits rising…..
Don’t be afraid your life will end; be afraid that it will never begin
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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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Today in PARCUL HERASTRAU…
Full view here
We got early in the morning to the park before too many people would be there as sunday is always busy….so great …a bit cloudy ..with a strong wind …such a relief from the burning furnace lately :-)Walked slowly everywhere stopping occasionaly for a bite to eat and a cigarette.then came across this beautiful street cat and he took to me straight away ..was glued to me 🙂 shared my sandwich with him of course 🙂 then onto the water bicycle boat…but before we got on bought of course a double portion of mici with mustard and bread …so great to be on the middle of the lake with grilled meat away from the hordes of Bucharest!!! :-)Then the sun started burning again and slowly made our way back to home to fill you in with this useless information…but our day is great ..hope you all have a great day too 🙂
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The Beautiful Changes….
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
So from the walker, it turns
Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you
Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.
The beautiful changes as a forest is changed
By a chameleon’s tuning his skin to it;
As a mantis, arranged
On a green leaf, grows
Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves
Any greenness is deeper than anyone knows.
Your hands hold roses always in a way that says
They are not only yours; the beautiful changes
In such kind ways,
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and things’ selves for a second finding, to lose
For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.
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