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The GOD within us.
He doesn’t impose, He doesn’t demand,
He only persuades; with a gentle hand
The God within us tries to guide our path.
His presence is silence, His touch is slight;
Forever invisible, whether day or night.
Yet still is able to fashion our heart…
If only we would let Him.
The GOD within us is a gift from above,
Given as a promise by the GOD who is Love.
Such a gift is priceless, and we’ll never know its power
If we don’t acknowledge it's worth.
He only persuades; with a gentle hand
The God within us tries to guide our path.
His presence is silence, His touch is slight;
Forever invisible, whether day or night.
Yet still is able to fashion our heart…
If only we would let Him.
The GOD within us is a gift from above,
Given as a promise by the GOD who is Love.
Such a gift is priceless, and we’ll never know its power
If we don’t acknowledge it's worth.
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Posted: Dec 2022
About this poem:
The God within us is real...
The Quotes Garden - XXVI – To my beloved
"The Quotes Garden"
[ XXVI ]
To my beloved
“For what is time?
A sword
With cruel, sharpen edges;
I’m here, a frozen moment,
Who’s soothing its beloved;
For her, I often come and sing
Until she hears my broken chord
And shatters all her wedges;
But tears?!
I have no more,
To bind and tie them in this loment;
They dried long ago, just to record
My neverending sorrow as bestowment –
And all, - but all of them, a tune, to sing
The silent death of my beloved;
Enough with all the pledges!
- For what is heart,
Without a sigh
To rise her incense in a lisper?!
What cures the very troubled mind,
When such a fate, it breaks apart,
To fill the world within a whisper,
And there is nowhere else, to find
The bitter grave of its beloved?..”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
[ XXVI ]
To my beloved
“For what is time?
A sword
With cruel, sharpen edges;
I’m here, a frozen moment,
Who’s soothing its beloved;
For her, I often come and sing
Until she hears my broken chord
And shatters all her wedges;
But tears?!
I have no more,
To bind and tie them in this loment;
They dried long ago, just to record
My neverending sorrow as bestowment –
And all, - but all of them, a tune, to sing
The silent death of my beloved;
Enough with all the pledges!
- For what is heart,
Without a sigh
To rise her incense in a lisper?!
What cures the very troubled mind,
When such a fate, it breaks apart,
To fill the world within a whisper,
And there is nowhere else, to find
The bitter grave of its beloved?..”
©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
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Posted: Nov 2022
About this poem:
"The Quotes Garden"©Th3Mirr0r
(2017-2019)
I’m Safe In The Light! (Meditation)
Midday or midnight
A motto I live by,
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!
What’s under my bed?
Some creature I dread
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!!
These shadows I see
‘Til shallow I breathe
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!!!
Those critters that creep
And nip at my feet
I’M SAFE IN HIS LIGHT!!!!
The monsters that growl
And upset my bowels
I’LL STAY IN THE LIGHT!!!!!
When jitters make sleep
But a sliver less deep
I’LL WAIT FOR THE LIGHT!!!!!!
Sun? Moons’ made a clearing
So hasten appearing
MAKE SAFE IN YOUR LIGHT!!!!!!!
A motto I live by,
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!
What’s under my bed?
Some creature I dread
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!!
These shadows I see
‘Til shallow I breathe
I’M SAFE IN THE LIGHT!!!
Those critters that creep
And nip at my feet
I’M SAFE IN HIS LIGHT!!!!
The monsters that growl
And upset my bowels
I’LL STAY IN THE LIGHT!!!!!
When jitters make sleep
But a sliver less deep
I’LL WAIT FOR THE LIGHT!!!!!!
Sun? Moons’ made a clearing
So hasten appearing
MAKE SAFE IN YOUR LIGHT!!!!!!!
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
Comfort for those who need it. What is life but light and darkness? Choose. Just a few moments, hrs, days more, then the dawn…embrace it wholly!The Quotes Garden - V – Behold! Arise!..
"The Quotes Garden"
[ V ]
Behold! Arise!..
“Behold! Thy Lore, to human world,
One shares! A breath of wind,
Hath fold an oar within a word
Which dwells amidst’ eternal curled,
- But where’s?!.. The very tone hath thinned
And trembling arches mould a silent sword
Which cuts all lies that have been told!..
Behold! Thy Lore, to human world,
That thrives above! And all they ever knew,
Is what a chord when touches, melts,
From highest peaks, till underworld!..
- What love?!.. O, rise, like odes that strew
The dreams of few! Like starry sky, conveying belts!.. “
©Th3Mirr0r
[ V ]
Behold! Arise!..
“Behold! Thy Lore, to human world,
One shares! A breath of wind,
Hath fold an oar within a word
Which dwells amidst’ eternal curled,
- But where’s?!.. The very tone hath thinned
And trembling arches mould a silent sword
Which cuts all lies that have been told!..
Behold! Thy Lore, to human world,
That thrives above! And all they ever knew,
Is what a chord when touches, melts,
From highest peaks, till underworld!..
- What love?!.. O, rise, like odes that strew
The dreams of few! Like starry sky, conveying belts!.. “
©Th3Mirr0r
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
The Quotes Garden©Th3Mirr0r
online today!Meaning & Value of Life
How indeed fragile and precious life is ...
A thing that covid, whether we like it or not,
has emphasized and brought out to the fore....
One day here then, all too,quickly ,gone tomorrow...
ourself or a precious someone , gone forevermore...
Which makes it obviously important
that we value life while we can
and with our heart, let our loved ones know...
For all these can be gone
almost in the blink of an eye ,
without ever fully comprehending about the why...
So every chance we can,
let us take it to say, do, and show
how much we appreciate the life we have and know ,
with all its blessings and challenges
and all the "for better or for worse" changes ...
How much we love the people closest to us ,
who have been there through the passing of time ,
through all kinds of weather ...
stormy or fine ...
A thing that covid, whether we like it or not,
has emphasized and brought out to the fore....
One day here then, all too,quickly ,gone tomorrow...
ourself or a precious someone , gone forevermore...
Which makes it obviously important
that we value life while we can
and with our heart, let our loved ones know...
For all these can be gone
almost in the blink of an eye ,
without ever fully comprehending about the why...
So every chance we can,
let us take it to say, do, and show
how much we appreciate the life we have and know ,
with all its blessings and challenges
and all the "for better or for worse" changes ...
How much we love the people closest to us ,
who have been there through the passing of time ,
through all kinds of weather ...
stormy or fine ...
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
Inspired by the touching story of an elderly couple in England ... married for 71 yrs ... who spent their last days in hospital together due to covid, before sadly succumbing to it within five days of each other...https://youtu.be/CHImS28QcDU
The quotes garden – Prologue
The quotes garden – Prologue
*** If I could write... ***
“I could write the many things I wish to say,
Here, now, just to enchant your mind
And then, to delete all I wrote, in the next day,
Just to show you that was nothing written yesterday,
As one was blind...
I could write the many things I like to do,
In quick phrases, to satisfy your curiosity, today,
But later, I will erase all the words I wrote you,
And all you'll see will be a clear background, grey...
I could write a lot of words, describing myself,
Just to show how interesting one sure can be,
As there a silence, will find its way within yourself
And leave your voice to solve that mystery...
I could write you a collection of books with my life,
Just to show the beauty of Life,
But right after that, I will burn those books,
Cos the complex words are nothing to me, - nor the hooks;
Behold! Thy Art within the simplest ones,
The tones which thrives the Life within!..
Where odes of truths, derived tons
Of suns and moons, to let you in!
Behold! Which seed hath lore to find,
Where tides of dreams, through what began
A Life, or Death?.. Which Heart? What Mind?
Thy oceans filled of bliss, in world of man…”
©Th3Mirr0r
*** If I could write... ***
“I could write the many things I wish to say,
Here, now, just to enchant your mind
And then, to delete all I wrote, in the next day,
Just to show you that was nothing written yesterday,
As one was blind...
I could write the many things I like to do,
In quick phrases, to satisfy your curiosity, today,
But later, I will erase all the words I wrote you,
And all you'll see will be a clear background, grey...
I could write a lot of words, describing myself,
Just to show how interesting one sure can be,
As there a silence, will find its way within yourself
And leave your voice to solve that mystery...
I could write you a collection of books with my life,
Just to show the beauty of Life,
But right after that, I will burn those books,
Cos the complex words are nothing to me, - nor the hooks;
Behold! Thy Art within the simplest ones,
The tones which thrives the Life within!..
Where odes of truths, derived tons
Of suns and moons, to let you in!
Behold! Which seed hath lore to find,
Where tides of dreams, through what began
A Life, or Death?.. Which Heart? What Mind?
Thy oceans filled of bliss, in world of man…”
©Th3Mirr0r
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
"Dwell a thought inside this well,Twinkle star drops wish to tell –"
©Th3Mirr0r
The quotes garden
SHE DIDN'T LIKE
"She doesn't like love stories ...
Love novels.
Love movies.
Love poems.
Reunions, happy endings, in love stories.
She thought love was an invention of weak spirits, like faith.
Unnecessary fragility. Source of dependencies and complications.
Loss of individuality.
She was not a cold or cold woman, she just did not believe and did not like the word love.
It satisfied the desire for sex not to create affections, commitments.
When she met him, she was already at a peaceful age.
He had built his life, free of permanent presence and longing.
For him, displayed back for the first time at the time of farewell.
For the first time I wanted to see someone again.
For the first time desirable to stay after the sacrifice or the body.
She said:
- Never say I loved or leave!
- I will never say I love you!
And the word love was a forbidden word.
Whenever he felt the word grow in him;
Whenever I knew he was a prophet, I shut him up.
It sealed the word in his mouth, with yours.
And the word love ... was silence.
He asked:
- Why don't you say the word?
- Why don't you want to hear it?
- Why do you make the word shame and secret?
She was silent ...
The promise made in a girl's bed was silent with a woman's hatred.
I was silent ... as I closed my ears to not hear a word.
He was silent, as he pursed his lips when the pediatrician said.
The word love, sign of acceptance, surrender.
The word love, word that would kill the girl itself.
She said to him later, almost in the following:
- Never say I loved or leave ...!
- I will never say I love you ...!
One day he didn't show up ...
The silence of love becomes unbearable
A new and unwanted feeling grew within her.
Try to ignore the body's call.
Shut the will ... Shut the longing ...
When you didn't resist.
When you give up the fight and receive yourself, turn it on.
He said sadly:
- I love you ....!
- ... and hung up.
He ran to her. He had waited so long for voice and word.
He opened a door to her house with a key that was hers.
The key she doesn't have before anyone else.
Written on the walls of the corridor, in the living room, going out to a street through the windows and blinds.
Written in red, as if organized inside, tearing, piercing walls.
Written all over the house,
was the word “I LOVE YOU”.
He saw her in bed ...
In the hands ..., a paper that said fired.
On paper, drawn by child's hands,
there was a smiling man holding a girl with wet eyes in revolt.
The man said I love you and smiled.
A word crossed out over and over ... until the paper is torn ...
Love novels.
Love movies.
Love poems.
Reunions, happy endings, in love stories.
She thought love was an invention of weak spirits, like faith.
Unnecessary fragility. Source of dependencies and complications.
Loss of individuality.
She was not a cold or cold woman, she just did not believe and did not like the word love.
It satisfied the desire for sex not to create affections, commitments.
When she met him, she was already at a peaceful age.
He had built his life, free of permanent presence and longing.
For him, displayed back for the first time at the time of farewell.
For the first time I wanted to see someone again.
For the first time desirable to stay after the sacrifice or the body.
She said:
- Never say I loved or leave!
- I will never say I love you!
And the word love was a forbidden word.
Whenever he felt the word grow in him;
Whenever I knew he was a prophet, I shut him up.
It sealed the word in his mouth, with yours.
And the word love ... was silence.
He asked:
- Why don't you say the word?
- Why don't you want to hear it?
- Why do you make the word shame and secret?
She was silent ...
The promise made in a girl's bed was silent with a woman's hatred.
I was silent ... as I closed my ears to not hear a word.
He was silent, as he pursed his lips when the pediatrician said.
The word love, sign of acceptance, surrender.
The word love, word that would kill the girl itself.
She said to him later, almost in the following:
- Never say I loved or leave ...!
- I will never say I love you ...!
One day he didn't show up ...
The silence of love becomes unbearable
A new and unwanted feeling grew within her.
Try to ignore the body's call.
Shut the will ... Shut the longing ...
When you didn't resist.
When you give up the fight and receive yourself, turn it on.
He said sadly:
- I love you ....!
- ... and hung up.
He ran to her. He had waited so long for voice and word.
He opened a door to her house with a key that was hers.
The key she doesn't have before anyone else.
Written on the walls of the corridor, in the living room, going out to a street through the windows and blinds.
Written in red, as if organized inside, tearing, piercing walls.
Written all over the house,
was the word “I LOVE YOU”.
He saw her in bed ...
In the hands ..., a paper that said fired.
On paper, drawn by child's hands,
there was a smiling man holding a girl with wet eyes in revolt.
The man said I love you and smiled.
A word crossed out over and over ... until the paper is torn ...
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Posted: Jul 2020
About this poem:
SHE DIDN'T LIKE
The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls
Remember the tide how it rises and falls,
Let’s pray, pray to God that it never should stop,
It’s same as our life, in the eve, in the morn,
Its wheel keeps on moving, no time for a halt,
It’s same as the tide when it rises and falls.
You’re seeing a woman, you think she is yours,
Your heart’s full of loving, she's all that you want,
But sweet turns to sour, it seems you’ve been wrong,
You know, things just happen, so now she's gone,
It’s same as the tide as it rises and falls.
You’re lonely again, but you feel you can go,
You cling to old dreams that you cherished so long,
You cling to old work, to old friends, you just hope,
While months turn to years till you feel young no more,
It’s same as the tide as it rises and falls.
Let’s pray, pray to God that it never should stop,
It’s same as our life, in the eve, in the morn,
Its wheel keeps on moving, no time for a halt,
It’s same as the tide when it rises and falls.
You’re seeing a woman, you think she is yours,
Your heart’s full of loving, she's all that you want,
But sweet turns to sour, it seems you’ve been wrong,
You know, things just happen, so now she's gone,
It’s same as the tide as it rises and falls.
You’re lonely again, but you feel you can go,
You cling to old dreams that you cherished so long,
You cling to old work, to old friends, you just hope,
While months turn to years till you feel young no more,
It’s same as the tide as it rises and falls.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
I’ve borrowed the title from Longfellow’s poem “The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls.”As Macduff says: "Sometimes we just have to commit if we are to stay vaguely in control of things," in control of our life.
Don't fear
Don't be afraid if I just say "I love you",
It doesn't mean, far from it, please, believe,
That it is you with whom I am in love in real.
It means I love your spirit, love the way you are,
I love the soul in you, I love inquisitive mind.
Don't shy my love, I beg, don't shy such love as mine,
Cause it is not what matters much, no bond or lust.
My love for you is just sweet dreams, not more,
That stay with me, that I could share with all.
Just know, I love not you, I love the way you are,
I love your gentle spirit, love inquiring mind.
I'm lucky in a way, my love doesn't ask for gain,
Don't grudge me love obtained with so much pain.
It stays with me, it helps endure the strife,
Be what you are, be free, be restful in your life.
Don't be afraid, my love will never bring you pain.
I love the way you are, that's all, it is no more than that.
Be what you are, be you, be what I love and care,
Oh, does it seem too much, oh, do I ask to share?!
It doesn't mean, far from it, please, believe,
That it is you with whom I am in love in real.
It means I love your spirit, love the way you are,
I love the soul in you, I love inquisitive mind.
Don't shy my love, I beg, don't shy such love as mine,
Cause it is not what matters much, no bond or lust.
My love for you is just sweet dreams, not more,
That stay with me, that I could share with all.
Just know, I love not you, I love the way you are,
I love your gentle spirit, love inquiring mind.
I'm lucky in a way, my love doesn't ask for gain,
Don't grudge me love obtained with so much pain.
It stays with me, it helps endure the strife,
Be what you are, be free, be restful in your life.
Don't be afraid, my love will never bring you pain.
I love the way you are, that's all, it is no more than that.
Be what you are, be you, be what I love and care,
Oh, does it seem too much, oh, do I ask to share?!
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Posted: Feb 2011
Post CommentPrayer
Our Father, who art in heaven! On bended knees
I’m standing before You with modest plea:
Of You it is not reaches, greatness that I request,
Oh I would hate with this to sacred prayer offend...
I wish instead that sky my humble soul enlighten,
And heart with love that emanates from You ignite,
So that for enemies, ev'n if by them I’m stabbed to death,
I’d ask forgiveness for they know not how they err.
July 17, 1858
I’m standing before You with modest plea:
Of You it is not reaches, greatness that I request,
Oh I would hate with this to sacred prayer offend...
I wish instead that sky my humble soul enlighten,
And heart with love that emanates from You ignite,
So that for enemies, ev'n if by them I’m stabbed to death,
I’d ask forgiveness for they know not how they err.
July 17, 1858
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
Written by Ilya Chavchavadze - the great Georgian poet .Thank you, dear poets, for inspiring me with your poetry!
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