Inca 2 poezii
Submitted by Mario007 on Sun, 12/22/2002 - 22:20
1) As the mist leaves no scar:
As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor ever will.
When wind and hawk encounter,
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter,
Then turn ,then fall to sleep.
As many nights endure
Without a moon or star,
So will we endure
When one is gone and far.
2) You have the lovers
You have the lovers,
they are nameless, their histories only for each other,
and you have the room, the bed,and the windows.
Pretend it is a ritual.
Unfurl the bed, bury the lovers, blacken the windows,
let them live in that house for a generation or two.
No one dares disturb them.
Visitors in the corridor tip-toe past the long closed door,
they listen for sounds, for a moan, for a song:
nothing is heard, not even breathing.
You know they are not dead,
you can feel the presence of their intense love.
Your children grow up, they leave you,
they have become soldiers and riders.
Your mate dies after a life of service.
Who knows you? Who remembers you?
But in your house a ritual is in progress:
it is not finished: it needs more people.
PS: si sa nu iut sa va mai scriu ceva de philozofie niste reflectii:
Reflections
Anger is a condition in which the tongue works faster than the mind.
You can’t change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying over the future.
God always gives His best to those who leave the choice with Him..
All people smile in the same language.
A hug is a great gift… one size fits all. It can be given for any occasion and it’s easy to exchange.
Everyone needs to be loved… especially when they do not deserve it.
Laughter is God’s sunshine.
Everyone has beauty but not everyone sees it.
Take time to laugh, for it is the music of the soul.
For every minute you are angry with someone, you lose 60 seconds of happiness that you can never get back.
As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor ever will.
When wind and hawk encounter,
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter,
Then turn ,then fall to sleep.
As many nights endure
Without a moon or star,
So will we endure
When one is gone and far.
2) You have the lovers
You have the lovers,
they are nameless, their histories only for each other,
and you have the room, the bed,and the windows.
Pretend it is a ritual.
Unfurl the bed, bury the lovers, blacken the windows,
let them live in that house for a generation or two.
No one dares disturb them.
Visitors in the corridor tip-toe past the long closed door,
they listen for sounds, for a moan, for a song:
nothing is heard, not even breathing.
You know they are not dead,
you can feel the presence of their intense love.
Your children grow up, they leave you,
they have become soldiers and riders.
Your mate dies after a life of service.
Who knows you? Who remembers you?
But in your house a ritual is in progress:
it is not finished: it needs more people.
PS: si sa nu iut sa va mai scriu ceva de philozofie niste reflectii:
Reflections
Anger is a condition in which the tongue works faster than the mind.
You can’t change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying over the future.
God always gives His best to those who leave the choice with Him..
All people smile in the same language.
A hug is a great gift… one size fits all. It can be given for any occasion and it’s easy to exchange.
Everyone needs to be loved… especially when they do not deserve it.
Laughter is God’s sunshine.
Everyone has beauty but not everyone sees it.
Take time to laugh, for it is the music of the soul.
For every minute you are angry with someone, you lose 60 seconds of happiness that you can never get back.
Inca niste poezii de mine facute Mario 007
So these words are for you.
Every single, solitary line.
Crafted with love and care.
Red like the very best wine.
Every word has been carefully chosen.
The message is initially in disguise.
A girl I know certainly has one.
Destiny before your very own eyes.
Most guys think that you're cute.
I think you're more than that to me.
Really kind and caring.
Eventually, we R meant to be.
GIRL WANTS BOY
So these words are for you.
Every single, solitary line.
Crafted with love and care.
Red like the very best wine.
Every word has been carefully chosen.
The message is initially in disguise.
A boy I know certainly has one.
Destiny before your very own eyes.
Most girls think that you're cute.
I think you're more than that to me.
Really kind and caring.
Eventually, we R meant to be.
Testimony of a Teenager
Life is hard,
I can't explain why.
No one knows how hard I try.
When things are tough,
When life is bad,
I just pretend that I am not sad.
I don't know how to let you know,
The pain I feel,
The hurt I don't show.
Life is hard,
Not just for me,
Things that happen are meant to be.
I can't be happy everyday,
But that doesn't mean
That things aren't ok.
I don't crave attention,
I thrive by myself,
I am not always in need of your help.
Life is hard,
But things will be alright.
Now I can sleep through the night.
My life is on track,
The pieces are in place,
But I need my own time, I need my own space.
I am different now,
I need you to see.
I am not anyone else, I am just me.
YOUNG LOVE
Young love,
so pure and clean,
the sweetest thing,
you've ever seen.
No jealousy,
nor anger or rage,
no middle aged worries,
no problems with age.
Bodies young and supple,
exploring new and exciting ways,
and Oh! how I long
for those halcyon days.
So drink deep my loves,
and don't think anything's wrong,
because young love,
it does not last so very long.
THE RULE
We had our first date,
when we went to the prom,
never knew how long it would last,
never knew where love came from.
When you fought with your Dad,
and I wiped your tears away.
That's when I knew I loved you,
that was the very special day.
In only three short months,
which have sped and quickly past.
I see there right before me,
a love that I know will last.
I can tell this is love,
because when we are apart,
I get this physical feeling,
I get this aching in my heart.
I have never felt this way,
and I know this doesn't feel wrong,
because I want you now and forever,
and that wanting is awful strong.
You never make me angry,
and treat me like a queen,
and we will be the happiest couple,
the world has ever seen.
But we're going to wait our time,
until we've finished school.
Just know that I love you madly,
and that is the only rule.
SPOONS
Hello, my dearest Jason,
I love you so very much,
I love the way you look,
I love your tender touch.
I want you to be with me,
For the rest of my life,
I want to have your children,
I want to be your wife.
I want you to be the cinnamon,
In my morning coffee cup,
I want you to be the first thing,
I see when I wake up.
I want to cuddle up to you,
After we have made our love,
I want to fall asleep in your arms,
Carried on the wings of a dove.
I know these are a lot of wants,
And you're not quite over Lisa yet,
But you are the finest person,
That I have ever, ever met.
And you are so different,
So different from the rest,
And yes I want it to be official,
Yes honey, you're the best !
I love to snuggle up to you,
Love it snuggled in the dark,
Love making love on the carpet,
Love making it in the park.
And when I shiver on my porch,
Talking to you on the phone,
I'm feeling warm inside,
I'm feeling not alone.
We fit together like spoons,
A finer match you'll never see,
And I'll be the happiest woman,
The day you marry me
PS: Andrush eu Mario 007 sunt acela care ti-a multumit pentru complimentele facut. Intradevar nu de cunoastem decat numai numele noastre al tau Andrea parca daca nu ma insel si pe mine Mariusz aka Mario 007.
Re: Inca niste poezii de mine facute Mario 007
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The room has become a dense garden,
full of colours, smells, sounds you have never known.
THe bed is smooth as a water of sunlight,
in the midst of the garden it stands alone.
In the bed the lovers,slowly and deliberately and silently,
perform the act of love.
Their eyes are closed,
as tightly as if heavy coins of flesh lay on them.
Their lips are bruised with new and old bruises.
Her hair and his beard are hopelessly tangled.
When he puts his mouth against her shoulder
she is uncertain whether her shoulder
has given or received the kiss.
All her flesh is like a mouth.
He carries his fingers along her waist
and feels his own waist caressed.
She holds him closer and his own arms tighten around her.
She kisses the hand beside her mouth.
It is his hand or her hand , it hardly matters,
there are so many more kisses.
You stand beside the bed, weeping with happiness,
you carefully peel away the sheets
from the slow-moving bodies.
Your eyes are filled with tears, you barely make out the lovers,
As you undress you sing out , and your voice is magnificent
because now you believe it is the first human voice
heard in that room.
The garments you let fall grow into vines.
You climb into bed and recover the flesh.
You close your eyes and allow them to be sewn shut.
You create an embrace and fall into it.
There is only one moment of pain or doubt
as you wonder how many multitudes are lying beside your body,
but a mouth kisses and hand soothes the moment away.
Re: Inca o poezie
A bright white light surrounds you
It’s cold and dim, your castle.
Walking around, nothing to do,
With melting you try to wrestle.
There’s no use, the sun burns hot
And leafs had not the time to grow
They’re still on brown like small green dots.
Your castle is now getting low.
The basement’s cracking, something’s out
It’s green with white without a doubt.
How strange, nice shaped
It is the thing my castle wrecked.
The peaces left from the surroundings
Were taken by a swallow,
You now know you need to follow
A certain road to newer things.
You have to have the leafs around it
Without them you would surely die.
You are in need of heatFsa and this is why
Your castle has a brand new seat.
***
Dar....
(Pentru Emilia)
Dar al sentimentului gasit
Intr-un impiedicat pas faurit
Pe-o neasteptata baza de granit
Cu trei colturi, inspre infinit.
Dar oare darul iti e cunoscut?
Stii tu dar cat de mult te-am asteptat?
Ca in dar un dar sa fi pierdut
Sub clar de luna sa-l fi alungat?
Intimitate in paza de argint,
Luciu imprumutat soarelui prin cant
De-a lunii vraja ce se pogoara pe al nost pamant.
Eclipsa dar, e dar si e doar un etern moment.
Un etern moment este atat timp cat ii trebuie unui vultur sa toceasca complet un munte de fier, acest vultur venind o data la o mie de ani ca sa-si ascuta ciocul de acel munte.
Re: Inca o poezie
AWEsOME!
Re: Inca 2 poezii
A cerului vant pasivitate
Izbeste valurile la mal esuate
Din carca siruind sudori norii ne-ncercuiesc
Prealuminatului soare razele-i plutesc.
Selena cautandu-si a sa preadraga jumatate
Se poticneste si urma-si prapadeste
A sa confuzie raspandindu-se pe plaiuri.
Mazgalite foi apar vii culori; fluturi.
O ultima pata de rugina, balanganindu-se
Cade lin, oscilatoriu placut serpuindu-se
Brutal smulsa de-o piezisa suflare,
Cu a lui cristalizata barba crivatul reapare.
Natura incercanata se-nveleste in a sa patura
Fum de vant imprastiat ici colo picura.
Asurzitoarea liniste umple tacerea
Taiata de cate-un zbuciumat urlet ce-l glasuie padurea.
Plictisit de-asa searbada actiune
Adie lumii: „La revedere” in sopata spune,
Eliberand drum noului Zefir care zambind
Lasa o usoara prada acoperamantul ghiocelului plapand.
Mandria se naste in violente culori,
In hora dantuiesc milioanle de flori
Pe-al tanarului ton suierat.
Al ratiunii idol fura orele cele de creat.
Uscat de mult, cuibul adaposteste
Flamanda gura ce sunetul unduieste
Pana la restul surdelor urechi.
A stabilitatii sulfetului priveghi.
Ras plin, eliberat de dintii racorii
Si-arata briza sarata a marii.
Bucuria nisipului fierbinte
Se intinde asupra multimii plate.
Actiune stralucita placerea tuturor
Rasfrangandu-se de tot in totul fructelor
Ce coapte-s si cantate in poemele naturii.
Ale primaverii roade plapande prind puteri.
A cerului vant pasivitate
Izbeste valurile la mal esuate
Din carca siruind sudori norii ne-ncercuiesc
Prealuminatului soare razele-i plutesc.
Sinusoidal vaslim prin al vietii nimic
Carati de vantul durerii eterne,
Sisifi ce cara ai lor pietre mirific
In patru zari ce tot la zero vor asterne.
Scapare, placere, constanta peste axa
In Ea o vei gasi, iar piatra seaca
Singura se va plimba carata de un corp inert
Ce traieste in Ea, cu ea „Te iubesc de tot!”.
***
A virgins funeral
A fusion of the black and white,
The grayness of the crystal’s cold
Give out the road towards the mate.
Three days ago her fate has been unfold.
One last wooden room carries the bride
On to the caress of rest while
Nature sheds tears that instantly fade
Converted into crystallized wet mist.
Long lines of dots stain the stillness
Of the white covering powder.
They come to lead the way into the altar of the miss
Even if their faces whip-lashed are.
Sentinels of the caravan lay still
Having their wires spread around
As they await for a new potential meal.
Throughout the web Selene appears fully round.
As an ornament four white flowers
Difficult to distinguish from the dress
Kept still by thin icy layers
Go by lost in the pouring dimness.
***
The day for old times shall come!!!
Re: Inca 2 poezii
i will always try to fly
but my love will not subside
even if i die
(hehe i like this poem i dunno why)