lunes, 28 de octubre de 2013
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
domingo, 27 de octubre de 2013
A Simple Thank You, My Friend
Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,
You entered, bringing light and life to me,
The vivid colors, painted with a swirl
Of wit and charm, of personality,
With tender care, you added comfort, warmth,
And images that line the now bright walls.
I look upon them fondly, bringing forth
A thankfulness that you walk in these halls
With me; our friendship has become a part
Of my world now; it has its special place,
Within my being, life, and in my heart,
Your name hangs right beside your smiling face.
Rememb'ring just how drab these walls had been,
I have to thank you for the light, my friend.
by warmhrt
Five Ways to Kill a Man
There are many cumbersome
ways to kill a man.
You can make him carry a plank
of wood
to the top of a hill and nail him to
it.
To do this properly you require a
crowd of people
wearing sandals, a cock that
crows, a cloak
to dissect, a sponge, some
vinegar and one
man to hammer the nails home.
Or you can take a length of steel,
shaped and chased in a traditional
way,
and attempt to pierce the metal
cage he wears.
But for this you need white
horses,
English trees, men with bows and
arrows,
at least two flags, a prince, and a
castle to hold your banquet in.
Dispensing with nobility, you
may, if the wind
allows, blow gas at him. But then
you need
a mile of mud sliced through
with ditches,
not to mention black boots, bomb
craters,
more mud, a plague of rats, a
dozen songs
and some round hats made of
steel.
In an age of aeroplanes, you may
fly
miles above your victim and
dispose of him by
pressing one small switch. All
you then
require is an ocean to separate
you, two
systems of government, a
nation's scientists,
several factories, a psychopath
and
land that no-one needs for
several years.
These are, as I began,
cumbersome ways to kill a man.
Simpler, direct, and much more
neat is to see
that he is living somewhere in
the middle
of the twentieth century, and
leave him there.
- Edwin Brock
sábado, 26 de octubre de 2013
LOVE FOR YOU
My love is as song
continues forever it is free.
Turn it in is up to you dear
and I want to surrender to you.
My love is like dove after which send
Message for you to come to me.
My love is as river never end.
My love is as a rose whose
Beauty want to keep.
My love is like
Ocean that reaches
in the depths of the heart
My love you are.
post by Renata
jueves, 24 de octubre de 2013
Love Sonnet (1)
Fond words I write within my prose
Sweet words of love for you alone
My heart cries out where'er I go
For you to be my very own.
My mind is with you, rain or snow
And when the winter breezes blow
Sometimes I'm high, often I'm low,
All because I love you so.
Life is short as you well know
So meet me where the lily grows
Without your love, there is no prose
No words come from a dying rose.
My heart is yours, for you to own
I sing love songs for you alone.
Post by Sagar
Love Sonnet (2)
Can you see how I adore you?
Bliss brings lovelight to my eyes
You speak ~ I hear a symphony
Flowers dance, the bluebird flies.
When first we met, I just knew
No other soulmate could there be
To settle deep within my heart
And cherish its key eternally.
Playing our parts for all to see ...
We are "Sylvia and Dante Rossetti"
Whene'er we talk, where'er we walk
Moon and stars sprinkle confetti.
Bliss brings lovelight, never gloom
Shall we dance where roses bloom?
- Joyce Hemsley
Post by Sagar
Meet Me
Meet me in the shadows of your heart,
The place only you and I know exists.
Take me with you and hold me in your arms.
Meet me in the stars above,
The place the highest goals live.
See the light of love shining in my eyes.
Meet me at the ocean's edge,
The place where the water cleanses.
Take me to a place of absolute purity.
Meet me at the forest's clearing,
The place where the trees part.
Where we are sheltered and safe.
Meet me in the billowy clouds,
The place where heaven and earth touch.
Dance with me in the sky and share our joy.
Meet me on the mountain's peak.
The place where you can breathe deeply.
Inhale my essence and make it yours.
Meet me, my love....
Anywhere, anytime, anyplace.
Share my soul and be one with me.
Post by Sagar
For The Love of First Love
I didn't agree when they told me
That first love will never set you free
That first love never dies
And first love are full of sighs
And you can never say your goodbyes
To the feelings that once comprise
We met after years
I smiled, you smiled, your eyes are domineers
And after all these years
My agitation are like spears
In this crowded street of the town
In this busy avenue
Who would've thought I would
still run into you
The impulse I felt was like the first time
When I was young and I was a mampara
Who follows you, made letters for you
Cursed you when you were in love with a who
And it feels uneasy
Remembering those stupidity
You left and I looked away
I stared at your back while you're walking
I thought, what if it is us this day
But I was just babbling
Because I know I am just in love
With the thinking that I was in love
And I still don't agree
That first love will never set you free
That first love never dies
Because one day I realized
That those are all lies
Post by Sagar
martes, 22 de octubre de 2013
grab a Star....
What's caresses her hair
to be your star in the sky
and when I wake up not to be a dream.
In the deep night if hearing
angel cry,
Tell him again that love
comes not from the first day
and it grows with every
with every kiss when touched,
quarrel with each and every forgiveness.
Say, when pressed butterfly
and damage the wings.
If you allow it at night
to look at the moon,
then listen deeply from the heart
I like to think with you.
And you grab a Star
and without having to lift a finger
it is love and if we forget her
forget the world and themselves.
Love is hard to find
nice to have, very easy to lose
and too difficult to forget.
And so if you hear me screaming all
If they whisper about me
and when you only Kuta.
Some apologize when I walk on foot
I fell and my heart did not even notice.
And I lied to him in your hands
to keep as it is yours.
-Milica Paulus
Post by Renata
sábado, 19 de octubre de 2013
A BETTER TOMORROW
I never knew there would be a better tomorrow
But you've come into my life and taken away
all my sorrow
My days of sadness are a thing of the past
Because I have found true love at last
My days of emptiness are gone for good
Because you fill a void in my heart that you should
You've opened a window
You've shown me the light
And my love for you will continue to burn bright.
lunes, 14 de octubre de 2013
Try ... Man ... Be ...
It's easy to say I can not,
difficult to try ..
It's easy to say I do not know,
it is difficult to learn ...
It is easy to destroy someone's Faith,
it's hard to get them to unfold their hands for prayer ..
Easy to hurt someone
difficult to protect ...
It is easy to destroy someone's Hope
it is difficult to retrieve when it is lost ...
It is easy to destroy someone's confidence,
difficult to deserve ...
It is easy to die for love,
difficult for her to live, and when it is not yours ..
Oh .. it is easy to be not a man ....
Try ... Man ... Be ...
Post by Renata
sábado, 12 de octubre de 2013
Bajo la lluvia
Arena muerta en el mar de tu corazón,
cubre mi ser la lluvia que no cesa de caer,
impidiéndome ver que hay mas allá del cielo,
ciego sin mas sentidos, el frió me opaca,
golpeando cada rincón del alma;
Extiendo los brazos para escuchar sintiendo,
solitaria luna escucha mis lagrimas caer,
fundirse con el agua, esconderse a la realidad,
no tengo armas, para combatir tu partida,
solo la esperanza de borrar esta tormenta;
Donde no hay estrellas, solo oscuras nubes,
en la sensata soledad que dejo tu huracán,
desolación en los recuerdos y destrucción a un pensamiento,
disparaste tus municiones, hiriéndome profundamente,
rompiendo el cristal latente que te amó.
Aceptando esta realidad, sumiso al presente,
dejo caer mi ser herido de muerte,
sintiendo la lluvia humedecer mis labios,
entumecer mis huesos, rendido a tu partida,
con una sonrisa, pues si eso equivale a tu felicidad...
Aun con todo en mi contra, nada estará perdido.
Forgotten
Fake friends,
Fake smiles,
Fake people,
Fake world,
Fake personalities.
This world is full of so much hatred and fake truths,
But don't you see it's simply reality.
This world lost its genuine gregarious truth.
Now it's all flaws and smirks of envy.
This worlds turned cold,
Because people forgot how to respect one another and love.
People forgot how to speak the truth.
You must find truth in yourself and find love in this world,
Spread love to all even those whom do not appear to deserve it,
For everyone even the cold deserve love and happiness.
viernes, 11 de octubre de 2013
WAITING....
I waited again and cried
but you were not there ,
to comfort me give me strength
I can say , come my dear ,
Do not be afraid , I am here
I needed someone to me
then a force .
I waited on a rainy day
It was difficult ,
but you were not there ,to me clear
clouds of my soul , I asked ,
but did not hear me .
Not appear .
Only silence from you .
Then I alone ,
quite alone ,
I ran after vrvulicite of fate ,
dead tired look to the future
that no make me laugh ,
me warm .
It appeared
even the sun turned
the other hand ,
Month shade , stood
stars shone and turned off
flames of love
extinguished in me .
Everything was against me ,
only obstacles
I worked on the road ,
dark wanted
take me and take
at another time .
I got lost in the morning hug ,
the respondents up grass runs,
muted and trace
everything was a lie ,
and so we were very close
yet far .
But do not come
and so eagerly waiting for you,
I wanted so much .
But sorrow and pain
into oblivion track
pain in longing turned ,
gentleness of soul and gave ,
created new life! , , , , , . Dedicated to my Mother!
By Renata
miércoles, 9 de octubre de 2013
A Woman's Poem
A woman is the calm of a hurricane's eye
where a man finds tranquility
as the storm passes by
A woman is the softness inside the shell
when the shell is bonbarded
by man's creation of hell
A woman is the pillar of a temple foundation
where a man comes and goes
with renewed inspirations
A woman is the cloud that carries the rain
giving life to man's soul
parched from anxieties and pain
A woman is the bank of the river flows
helping man's direction
by being the woman she knows
A woman is the sound of a Lark's song in the morning
when mist covers life
and man feels forlorn
A woman is the emotions
shared with a man
the climax of giving
by the touch of a hand
A woman is the flesh that holds the seed
the miracle of birth
full filling human need
A woman is the mother of a new generation
a man is the direction
of that aspiration
The Art Of Poetry
To gaze at a river made of time and water
And remember Time is another river.
To know we stray like a river
and our faces vanish like water.
To feel that waking is another dream
that dreams of not dreaming and that the death
we fear in our bones is the death
that every night we call a dream.
To see in every day and year a symbol
of all the days of man and his years,
and convert the outrage of the years
into a music, a sound, and a symbol.
To see in death a dream, in the sunset
a golden sadness--such is poetry,
humble and immortal, poetry,
returning, like dawn and the sunset.
Sometimes at evening there's a face
that sees us from the deeps of a mirror.
Art must be that sort of mirror,
disclosing to each of us his face.
They say Ulysses, wearied of wonders,
wept with love on seeing Ithaca,
humble and green. Art is that Ithaca,
a green eternity, not wonders.
Art is endless like a river flowing,
passing, yet remaining, a mirror to the same
inconstant Heraclitus, who is the same
and yet another, like the river flowing.
martes, 8 de octubre de 2013
Said long ago either
Said long ago either, a thousand summers
But the old tale stirs memories alive
And whenever The heart remember
I get sad and defiantly wild ...
In some countries , by a lake ,
The solitary house on a quiet bay ,
He was born on the poet longing burned
And his passions opeval them in verse .
And lovingly sang . his songs
Do not know anything about fate evils
Marine areas were close to them ,
They had people and losing dah .
He loved everyone, everyone loved it ,
He was gentle like pre dawn sunrise early ,
But restless soul ... and eternally lost
And shumel and pliskal co restless wave .
And one morning slept major bay
And c fog cradle Sleepy town
He then went to a new fervor they howled
I cheated worldwide remote road
Voice strange , secret voice shouted from somewhere in the
He obediently went in secret zov
The sky at the high young eagle was clicked
He revealed the way the world unknown, new .
A third morning we picked up Wing
The algae heard the girl character
It chapel itself ... and the sun was
Mesmerized , crazy nejniot of character .
"Oh wonderful, rage , did you go sunshine ,
Do you drink Ono and eyes glow ?
Fear not , there , you will be mine
The end occurs my wishes ! "
And so the rooster blue water
He stopped his steps and bubbling ,
A heart on girls are hot breath sinal :
" O approach will be mine ! "
He approached ... slight wind from the sea flying ,
A poet in love with the wonderful power
Before his happiness is stronger sang ,
And his voice dzunel in deep night .
Lovely girl was flying ...
And gentle and passionate like the first day
But like all poetova force
In his heart a prey to .
The poet fell silent - his voice zamiral
Lyrics already on fire it did not burn ,
And desperate, fearful , I am cursed
When your heart has promised the gift .
Pack into morning went dreamed major city
With ominous thoughts with soul chmaj
Pack fell in love with another young heart
But a similar fate imposed limit.
And necessarily so , loved hour class suffered
He was sad and joyful , was stormy and quiet ,
Required luck had lost
Sal behind her burgeoning remained verse .
And home vratil.Pak elation bore
After his own house, his native shore .
Darkness already lowered and vnegovi hair
Glow sparks a late snow .
But powerful in tight spaces over nadnal
And all of opsenet home floor
He raised his hand to all his songs
And the rooster passionately for the last time :
"Oh , my letnete lekokrilni birds !
I found happiness . But you happy flight .
Its thin and thrilling strings
For the love of singing in the world! "
And they flew ... And forever will letat ,
The flight will be over the memory alive ...
And like a nightingale landed on my heart
So I'm sad and defiantly wild .
by Aco Sopov Macedonia
domingo, 6 de octubre de 2013
"ALLOW ME IN YOUR WORLD"
Speak with me
Talk with me
Allow me into your world,
Someone like you
So beautiful and cute
Has taken me by surprise,
My mind wont quit
Until you shared
A thought with me,
I know what`s fair
So if you care
I would love
To share with you,
Ask me anything
You might want to know
I`ll be an open book,
Something in you
And the way you look
Makes me believe
We could be great friends,
I`d share with you anything
You have ever questioned,
If you wish we could do this
We`ll find answers together,
A friendship would be so sweet
Its all I could ask of you,
Take our time share some thoughts
Maybe some laughs
But most of all conversation
This means the most to me
Having you as a friend,
Smile pretty woman
You already have so much beauty,.
To see you laugh
Would be a blast
Because angels smiling
Would be the most
Beautiful gift
You could ever share,
~Dan~
10/4/13
that love was!
Come on a dark dark
I think you can take me,
made me dream of stealing,
or maybe give me,
and haunt me, quiet secret
something he wants to tell me.
Dared to wake me
what you want, what you offer,
me scared or calm,
me drinking or playing.
Spirit is just no body
not cold but hot
smell is that of cherry
maybe the locust,
Olive is the narcotic
nectar is sweet
full of hope.
I'm afraid to meet
look you will fly ..
I opened my eyes and courage
I recognized,
it was love
and opened the door wide and
let them spread their wings!
sábado, 5 de octubre de 2013
Love Sonnet XXI
Love, how often I loved you without seeing without remembering you-
not recognizing your glance, not knowing you, a gentian
in the wrong place, scorching in the hot noon,
but I loved only the smell of the wheat.
Or maybe I saw you, imagined you lifting a wineglass
in Angol, by the light of the summer's Moon;
or were you the waist of that guitar I strummed
in the shadows, the one that rang like an impetuous sea?
I loved you without knowing I did; I searched to remember you.
I broke into houses to steal your likeness,
though I already knew what you were like. And, suddenly,
when you were there with me I touched you, and my life
stopped: you stood before me, you took dominion like a queen:
like a wildfire in the forest, and the flame is your dominion.
*Pablo Neruda
LA TRISTESSE
Quand je regarde tes yeux, je vois votre véritable soi.
Je vois que tu es gentil et attentionné.
Je vois que vous don et de pardon.
Je vois ton amour pour moi.
Quand je regarde tes yeux je me retenir de pleurer.
Quand je suis seule et pensez à vos yeux, je pleure.
Je ne peux pas arrêter de penser qu'un jour je ne verrai jamais les yeux à nouveau.
Que je ne verrai jamais l'amour ou la douceur ou l'amour qui vous fait qui vous êtes. <p<Un jour, vous serez parti - parti de moi. Quitté ce monde. Peu importe ce qui arrive, les yeux se ferment, un jour, et pour ...... Et jamais reposer en paix.
Mais vous ne serez jamais complètement disparu, parce que chaque fois que je ferme mes yeux, Il vous sera......................
Impossible de voir ma tristesse........
mon coeur continue de battre pour toi......
"YOUR BEAUTY"
Your beauty so plane
So sweet so easily seen,
I look at you and think,
What a beautiful woman
You are to me,
So pretty so cute so sweet ,
How could anyone be so sweet,
Your beauty radiates
In every direction,.
I see you and all I can say is wow,
Could we ever be friends
Who share emotional feelings,..
I ask because I really care
What makes you smile,.
What make you dream,
Do you think I could ever be
Part of your world,
I know this,.
Blessed is what I would feel
Knowing your thinking about me,
~Dan~
10/4/13
viernes, 4 de octubre de 2013
"WHISPERED"
I`ve whispered and whispered
In your ear
Hoping one day you would hear
Everything I wished for
You and me,
One thing is That you would be ready
To accept me
As your man And your life
This I said and I gave you,
My heart my soul My forever devotion,
Something in me knew
You are the one who could Love
without hesitation,
You knowing me and me knowing you
Why would we lie to each other,
We`ve both been through that before
From others who we knew were not real
With their hearts or emotions,
You and I have spoke about so much,
I opened up and let you in,
You did the same for me,
This is when I knew
You had what I am searching for ,
A love so True
Doubt between us
would not be an Issue,
~Dan~
10/3/13
I`ve whispered and whispered to your ear hoping one day you would hear everything I wished for you and me, one thing is, you would be ready to accept me,. as your man and your life,.
This I said and I gave you, my heart, my soul, my forever devotion, something in me knew you are the one who could love without hesitation, you knowing me and me knowing you,. why would we ever lie to each other,
We `ve both been through that before from others who we knew were not real with their hearts or emotions, you and I have spoke about much, I opened up and let you in, you did the same for me, this is when I knew,. you had what I am searching for , a love so true,. doubt between us,. would not be an issue,
~Dan~
10/3/13
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