DOPO DI ME
Dopo di me voglio che nulla rimanga di me. Bruciatemi, affidate le mie ceneri ad un vento tenero e giudizioso O ad una tempesta amara e disperata. Decidono loro che cosa fare di me senza dover prendere la decisione. Non voglio nessun giudizio, n
Song CCCXXIX
Translation from the Russian language edition of Petrarch’s “Song Book”, Song CCCXXIX On April 6, 1327, after Petrarch gave up his vocation as a priest, the sight of a woman called Laura in the church of Sainte-Claire d’Avignon awoke in him a lasting passion, celebrated in the collection of 366 poems “Canzoniere” ("Song Book"). Laura may have been Laura de Noves the wife of Count Hugues de Sade (an ancestor of the Marquis de Sade). There is little definite information in Petrarch's work concerning Laura, except that she is lovely to look at, fair-haired, with a modest, dignified bearing. Laura and Petrarch had little or no personal contact. According to his "Secretum", she refused him for the very proper reason that she was already married to another man. He channeled his feelings into love poems. Upon her death in 1348, the poet found that his grief was as difficult to live with as was his former despair. Later in his "Letter to Posterity", Petrarch wrote: "In my younger days I struggled constantly with an overwhelming but pure love affair – my only one, and I would have struggled with it longer had not premature death, bitter but salutary for me, extinguished the cooling flames. I certainly wish I could say that I have always been entirely free from desires of the flesh, but I would be lying if I did".
Illusion of love
Dont know why this, as it's not that great but, feeling a bit disillusioned lately.
I Got It Anyway
Now that my heartaches are gone I'll be moving on And I'm glad that tomorrow will bring a brand new day She didn't want to give me closure but I got it anyway The ending was kind of loud like a motorcycle on a steep grade And when the noise
Don't Cry
“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other” Audrey Hepburn Music and lyrics A. Bogolyubov Performed by Tatyana Bulanova I translated the lyrics for your pleasure, dear poets! Enjoy the song! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5mJ5Xt-kIM&list=PLXq0k62_OCkWPql7RpGJl6rpHmNoBIsRl&index=4
Prayer
Written by Ilya Chavchavadze - the great Georgian poet . Thank you, dear poets, for inspiring me with your poetry!
The Poet Weeps
a poem I wrote years ago
Not every day can be roses and wine
a poem i wrote years ago
Love on the second floor
afternoon delight
ME
I believe we all see a shadow of our real selves...... x
Your world is different from my world
My world is like a river There is no storm to suffer It's calm and it's smooth Its wave is tiny and gentle. Your world is like a sea It's rough and choppy Strong wind, huge storms sometimes visit It's raging and not happy. In the river, I
Death's Opus
Here, On the other side of the page where lost days go, where lost poems go, where forgotten dreams are breaking up like morning fog. Go..... Go..... Go..... I am preparing myself for death. I am teaching myself emptiness; the gambler
Perspective...
Lost my VERY OLD account, decided to create another to share a few thoughts. Dan
a three lined poem
This talks about .... Looking at the autumn sky at dawn. A scenic beauty. As the dawn breaks to a new day, the faint dark night brightens up to a new day. However, it's autumn. Leaving the three warm seasons behind and experiencing the cold of winter. Though everything is being lit up by the warm sun, the warmth disappear to a wintry cold instead. Life can be an autumn dawn. A season of pleasant weather and dawn a period of time which darkness creeps to light. However, as the dawn gives way to a bright sky, it is the end of autumn. Darkness may have left but autumn paves it's way to a winter chill. We may pass through events of life-a dark path then there's light. Night can turn to day and day turns into night again.It's the cycle of life
Imagination
Transitional poetry about an illusionary moment set in time.
Oh! My Cripled Soul
Oh, My Crippled Soul! Abandoning the thought of love is like a pitchfork that pierced a heart that didn't bleed That which became my enemy was twice as bad I smile crookedly at life, unapologetic if I am scared and scorned Oh, my crippled soul!
A POETS LIFE
A POETS LIFE STEPHEN DUNNE THE LIFE OF A POET, ALTHOUGH MOST WON’T KNOW IT, IS ONE OF FOREVER THOUGHT THINKING OF LINES, A THOUSAND TIMES, THAT NEVER SEEM TO SAY IT FEELINGS THAT SEEM WORTHLESS, AND ALMOST ENDLESS, OCCUR AGAIN AND AGAIN
pay attention
Come on let's Piece this together The pain n the pleasure Through any length n any measure Delving deeper under pressure Trying to find the answer To all the questions they ask But I know it's impossible To go living through the past
Pigeon
Everyday I go down and read to the pigeons. We have an agreement. I read to them and I take one home for dinner. Pigeon 1: “look it’s that tuned loony who thinks we understand English!” Pigeon 2: “I thought he was talking to himself?” Pigeon
Liquid Dimensional Frequency
Rip rending bending Descending ascending Uncomp n comprehending Destructive forces amending n mending Pour empty full cup to All sending Unfriending befriending No sight of a beginning or ending Closed to open up n sing Giving takin Breaki
Only a fool
Only a fool would believe in a dream As she comes to him upon silver streams Only a fool sees such beauty as he sings her a song because he feels it's his duty Only a fool is often blind not to see her smile is selectively kind Only a fool c
Horse hearted
My Lamborghini
Garage Sale Drama
I was lucky enough to be off work today so I could get a few garage sales in. I asked a woman I bought a joke book about Norwegians if she was, she laughed and said she was Swedish.
YES
My belated mom was a very special to me ... whatever she did, however she reacted with my attitudes, why she did this and that, oftenly ... I can't figure it out ... BUT at last I know that she did it because she LOVES me! And this poem is for you BUNDA ... I know I'm not good to make this ... but I know that THERE IN YOUR NEW HOME ... you love this!! Memories of you will always with me.
innerSpiration
What are you waiting for? Why don't you let that Love pour? A little more A lotta more I implore to endure The thin n thick of it The two faced liar n hypocrite Let nobody n no thing dampen your Spirit Of course life experiences leave you
To a warrior
just some regrets .....
This Is How I Pray
I'll ask the moon to serenade you I'll ask the stars to hum along As moon beams walk you home And when you reach your doorstep turn around Look and listen to what your shadow has to say Cause this is how I pray And you will never be lonel
Silence Molds Clouds All Day
inspired by Beatle's: - Julia - Julia, sleeping sand, silent cloud, Touch me, So I sing a song of love, Julia
A Town Of Somewhere
Nothing for me to see Nothing for me to do That place had a name And now I'm forgetting it too Friends have all disappeared Into thin air If only I could exist In a town of somewhere Wake up early mornings go walking in the dark Lights
SURVIVOR
Very few women are interested in a handicapped man, as God is my witness, I'm doing the best that I can. I shed real tears, the lonely part of life, searching for that friend, that may become my wife. My kidneys were failing, that part is true, one n
Juju
life within the walls
Lovers
short one
An ANZAC'S daughter..........
My Grandfather would be very proud of his daughters resilience to the Wars Of Life........unfortunately he left behind two beautiful girls under the age of twelve........He led tours in Egypt and PNG and died in hospital after contracting an infection from injury ........I visited his grave in a war cemetery just four hours north of here...... I wrote this for all the people that were affected by his passing........They too have passed.........Love and peace too all those suffering the atrocities of war around the world ........May it stop quickly so my sons and there sons can still appreciate the beauty of on ever diminishing world.....
My ANZAC
In recognition of Anzac day an my grandfathers contribution 'lest we forget'
Turning the ash
re-spiriting love for those that need it..
my selector
When my selector drops that beat and it feels so sweet can't help but skin teet and dance shank dem feet feeling like I'm on heat This rhythm Tones beats n melodies Like download n streaming mysticalised remedies From that strum on a guitar To
I Don't Know Where I Am
The river is winding round round The river is winding round round The world is spinning round round And I don't know where I am The river is looking dirty now The river is looking dirty now The world is looking dirty now And I don't know whe
Not Yet
My dad died in one of those toxic hell holes called a nursing home. I remember a dream I had as a child about hell, the feeling I got was pretty close to the same feeling I got every time I went to this nursing home, at least I got to leave.
Live from Kranji
In several trips to Singapore over the years I once enjoyed a day at Kranji racecourse.
Cry Away My Love For You
There was a boy and a girl who at times they didn't get along So he sat down and wrote a sad song it went this away And that away and now right away I'll go away And you will find someone new and I will cry away my love for you There was a girl
Saying Things
Saying things safely like you're the boss Saying things safely like I'll never make you cross Saying things truthfully like I love you Saying things truthfully like I trust you Saying things knowingly as we share emotions Saying things knowin
To Clap Or Not To Clap
Got a lot of claps last week for The Ghetto by Elvis, got no claps last night for Burning Down the House by Talking Heads.