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DID YOU KNOW?
Did you know that once I used to be pretty
Did you know that I didn’t know, mores the pity
Did you know that I could have been all that I’m not
Did you know who I really was, is who I forgot?
Did you know when I cry that my soul really aches
Did you know that my tears could have filled a whole lake
Did you know that we all of us reap what we sow
Did you know in this life that’s just how it goes?
Did you know that the world is not a safe place
Did you know there are things we all cannot face
Did you know what goes ‘around’ will come ‘round again
Did you know being rigid means you can’t bend?
Did you know if you’re ignorant it’s supposed to be bliss
Did you know when your heart aches something’s amiss
Did you know I was happy “once upon a time”
Did you know that ‘young love’ is the most sublime?
Did you know getting older is not what it seems
Did you know that for some it means giving up dreams
Did you know that for others the end marks beginnings
Did you know keeping faith means that you are winning?
Did you know that I try to give more than I take
Did you know we are human when we make mistakes
Did you know that it’s true I am you, you are me
Did you know love’s the answer and sets us all free?
21 May 2009
Nicki ©
Did you know that I didn’t know, mores the pity
Did you know that I could have been all that I’m not
Did you know who I really was, is who I forgot?
Did you know when I cry that my soul really aches
Did you know that my tears could have filled a whole lake
Did you know that we all of us reap what we sow
Did you know in this life that’s just how it goes?
Did you know that the world is not a safe place
Did you know there are things we all cannot face
Did you know what goes ‘around’ will come ‘round again
Did you know being rigid means you can’t bend?
Did you know if you’re ignorant it’s supposed to be bliss
Did you know when your heart aches something’s amiss
Did you know I was happy “once upon a time”
Did you know that ‘young love’ is the most sublime?
Did you know getting older is not what it seems
Did you know that for some it means giving up dreams
Did you know that for others the end marks beginnings
Did you know keeping faith means that you are winning?
Did you know that I try to give more than I take
Did you know we are human when we make mistakes
Did you know that it’s true I am you, you are me
Did you know love’s the answer and sets us all free?
21 May 2009
Nicki ©
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
The older I become, the more I reflect on the irony of life, the irony being I wish I knew when I was young and pretty what I know now. The world was my 'oyster' only I did not know 'diddly squat' about life... (says she smiling at the irony!
online today!Rivers of Life
Deep....where we fall in a well of consciousness
Drips...memories of happier times through my fingers
Splashes...the tears running out of my eyes like raindrops
Gurgles...the life blood through my veins
Sloshes...feelings I struggle to define in my brain
Bubbles...the froth from bitten lips that are in pain
Churns...the bitterness found in my angry stomach
Boils...the passion trapped in my eternal soul
Scolds...the pureness of gold from deep within me
Steams...all the trapped anger out of my vented ears
Soothes...this fever from my perspiring forehead
Flows...meandering words wrung from my mouth
Falls...a higher purpose to a lower and lonelier place
Springs...back from pressure once a heavy burden lifts
Rainbows...when our spirits rise to perfect heights
Sparkles...the clearness of my pool of love built for you
Shimmers...sun glistens sweat like dew on bare skin
Drips...memories of happier times through my fingers
Splashes...the tears running out of my eyes like raindrops
Gurgles...the life blood through my veins
Sloshes...feelings I struggle to define in my brain
Bubbles...the froth from bitten lips that are in pain
Churns...the bitterness found in my angry stomach
Boils...the passion trapped in my eternal soul
Scolds...the pureness of gold from deep within me
Steams...all the trapped anger out of my vented ears
Soothes...this fever from my perspiring forehead
Flows...meandering words wrung from my mouth
Falls...a higher purpose to a lower and lonelier place
Springs...back from pressure once a heavy burden lifts
Rainbows...when our spirits rise to perfect heights
Sparkles...the clearness of my pool of love built for you
Shimmers...sun glistens sweat like dew on bare skin
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
We are all mostly water...like 80 %.....
Inamorata
I look at you upon your shelf;
A sullen semblance of a self;
Your purpose served long ago,
Faded now like Winter's snow.
I dust you off and take you down,
Nurse your scratches with a frown,
Study you with eyes intent,
Run my fingers on a dent.
Once our music was so sweet;
Holding you, I was complete.
Now your voice is shrill and loud,
Where once you softly drew a crowd.
Another man should take you now,
Caress your neck and gently bow,
Tame your lonely, broken soul;
And whisper music no-one knows.
A sullen semblance of a self;
Your purpose served long ago,
Faded now like Winter's snow.
I dust you off and take you down,
Nurse your scratches with a frown,
Study you with eyes intent,
Run my fingers on a dent.
Once our music was so sweet;
Holding you, I was complete.
Now your voice is shrill and loud,
Where once you softly drew a crowd.
Another man should take you now,
Caress your neck and gently bow,
Tame your lonely, broken soul;
And whisper music no-one knows.
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Posted: May 2011
About this poem:
A poem about an old guitar. .
What The Walls Forgot
Her voice banished walls, and "coyotee" calls
Would wash newer noises away;
I'd hear eagles scream, and mountains would gleam,
On different horizons each day.
Revived by her words, the buffalo herds
Again roamed the prairie she knew;
Were slaughtered again, plain seeded to grain,
When "sodbustin' farmers" came through.
She often retold how "Charlie" was bold
Enough to set blooded studs free;
To join a wild bunch, 'cause he had a hunch,
Their "get" would remount cavalry.
They could have sold more, "come the Civil War"
But left a seed herd running free;
And "Young Bob" wed my grandma instead,
And started his own "fambily".
A found "massacree' became real to me
As things she kept on her shelves;
Her stories went on, but wilderness gone,
The plains were like ghosts of themselves.
When pierced by the rails paralleling old trails
That horses bestowed on the West;
And worst yet fenced, the prairie commenced,
"Tuh shrivel and shrink", like the rest.
Then she'd story North, whee they had gone forth
On a quest for more untamed land;
Of Alaska, and how they'd gone on,
To the Yukon's promising sand.
The mustangers died, but seed scattered wide
Carried on in a world they spurned;
Where wild things are lost, and few heed the cost
Of values we see overturned.
What I am today, I owe in some way
To stories she pulled from the gloom;
To cowboys and kin who lived once again,
When the walls forgot Grandmother's room.
Would wash newer noises away;
I'd hear eagles scream, and mountains would gleam,
On different horizons each day.
Revived by her words, the buffalo herds
Again roamed the prairie she knew;
Were slaughtered again, plain seeded to grain,
When "sodbustin' farmers" came through.
She often retold how "Charlie" was bold
Enough to set blooded studs free;
To join a wild bunch, 'cause he had a hunch,
Their "get" would remount cavalry.
They could have sold more, "come the Civil War"
But left a seed herd running free;
And "Young Bob" wed my grandma instead,
And started his own "fambily".
A found "massacree' became real to me
As things she kept on her shelves;
Her stories went on, but wilderness gone,
The plains were like ghosts of themselves.
When pierced by the rails paralleling old trails
That horses bestowed on the West;
And worst yet fenced, the prairie commenced,
"Tuh shrivel and shrink", like the rest.
Then she'd story North, whee they had gone forth
On a quest for more untamed land;
Of Alaska, and how they'd gone on,
To the Yukon's promising sand.
The mustangers died, but seed scattered wide
Carried on in a world they spurned;
Where wild things are lost, and few heed the cost
Of values we see overturned.
What I am today, I owe in some way
To stories she pulled from the gloom;
To cowboys and kin who lived once again,
When the walls forgot Grandmother's room.
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
The memories shared to me by a great-grandparent.
Alas!
Alas! The journal of my youth has all been subscribed
And the fresh greenness of my life has become grey winter
As for the state people call youth…
I don't remember how it arrived or when it ended
And the fresh greenness of my life has become grey winter
As for the state people call youth…
I don't remember how it arrived or when it ended
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Posted: May 2011
Post CommentReminiscence
Driving down an old dirt road
I spy an old and crumbling abode
Stopping the car to take a look
A minute is all that it took
To let my imagination fly
To a special place and time gone by
I could see a family living there
Working the land with loving care
When times were different, days were long
Life was hard, love was strong
A lady in a long white dress
Touching a rose with a sweet caress
A man with a horse, sowing seeds
Hoping with faith to fulfill their needs
To survive the winter and sell the rest
Just getting by, doing his best
I was quite content to stay and think
But the sky was starting to turn pink
It would soon be dark, wouldn't be long
I headed for home, singing a song
I spy an old and crumbling abode
Stopping the car to take a look
A minute is all that it took
To let my imagination fly
To a special place and time gone by
I could see a family living there
Working the land with loving care
When times were different, days were long
Life was hard, love was strong
A lady in a long white dress
Touching a rose with a sweet caress
A man with a horse, sowing seeds
Hoping with faith to fulfill their needs
To survive the winter and sell the rest
Just getting by, doing his best
I was quite content to stay and think
But the sky was starting to turn pink
It would soon be dark, wouldn't be long
I headed for home, singing a song
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
my imagination.....my sweet Rita !
I wonder what she is doing at this hour
my Andean and sweet Rita
of needs and wild cherry trees
Now that this weariness chokes me, and blood dozes off,
like lazy brandy inside me.
I wonder what she is she doing with those hands
that in attitude of penitence
used to iron starchy whiteness,
in the afternoons.
Now that this rain is taking away my desire to go on.
I wonder what has become of her skirt with lace;
of her toils; of her walk;
of her scent of spring sugar cane from that place.
She must be at the door,
gazing at a fast moving cloud.
A wild bird on the tile roof will let out a call;
and shivering she will say at last, "Jesus, it's cold!"
my Andean and sweet Rita
of needs and wild cherry trees
Now that this weariness chokes me, and blood dozes off,
like lazy brandy inside me.
I wonder what she is she doing with those hands
that in attitude of penitence
used to iron starchy whiteness,
in the afternoons.
Now that this rain is taking away my desire to go on.
I wonder what has become of her skirt with lace;
of her toils; of her walk;
of her scent of spring sugar cane from that place.
She must be at the door,
gazing at a fast moving cloud.
A wild bird on the tile roof will let out a call;
and shivering she will say at last, "Jesus, it's cold!"
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Posted: Jul 2011
Post CommentTHE WATER'S FOOTSTEPS
Idon’t know
Why some say that the horse is a noble animal, the pigeon is beautiful
And why no vulture dwells in any person’s cage
I wonder why the clover is interior to alfalfa
One must wash eyes, look differently to things words must be washed
The word must be wind itself, the word must be the rain itself
One must shut umbrellas
One must walk in the rain
One must carry the thought, the recollection in the rain
One must go walk in the rain with all the townsfolk
One must see friends in the rain
One must search love in the rain
One must sleep with a woman in the rain
One must play in the rain
One must write, talk and plant lotus flowers in the rain
Life is repeated wetting
Life is swimming in the pond of present...
Why some say that the horse is a noble animal, the pigeon is beautiful
And why no vulture dwells in any person’s cage
I wonder why the clover is interior to alfalfa
One must wash eyes, look differently to things words must be washed
The word must be wind itself, the word must be the rain itself
One must shut umbrellas
One must walk in the rain
One must carry the thought, the recollection in the rain
One must go walk in the rain with all the townsfolk
One must see friends in the rain
One must search love in the rain
One must sleep with a woman in the rain
One must play in the rain
One must write, talk and plant lotus flowers in the rain
Life is repeated wetting
Life is swimming in the pond of present...
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sohrab_SepehriI'm sending you one of my favorite Persian poems that I like very much, but I know that when poetry is translated to another language, it may not transfer the feelings properly. Of course this type of poetry is very different and it has its own fans, so I hope everybody likes it. I am fond of reading this poem because it expresses everything that is around us in a very simple and understandable way. When reading it, it makes me think about the world, the creator and all creatures differently, with a better perspective.
This is a part of poem if you like to read the whole, you can read it on below link.
http://www.sohrabsepehri.com/poems.asp?status=showpoem&language=e&poemid=99
Space Shuttle 1981 - 2011 - A tribute
NASA Space Shuttle 1981 - 2011
To continue in our quest into space
A new fleet of aircraft, to take the place
Of the Apollo spacecraft, old and worn
So a new type of craft was so welcomingly born!
Wings like an aero plane, but so much more
Flying to heights like no aircraft before!
Rockets to carry her above the earth’s sphere
Once disengaged, she was alone, that’s clear
7 men aboard her on a most historical flight
April 12 1981, must have been an amazing night
Cleared for lift-off the rockets boomed
Columbia in all of her glory, on the landscape loomed!
Her mission pure and simple
To put the systems to the test
To orbit the earth and safely return
Was all that could be hoped for, at best!
Triumphantly she won the day, an amazing feat indeed
As she re entered the earth’s atmosphere, at unprecedented speed
Gracefully she approached the runway, John Young and his team
As the elated Commander of this flight, completed an impossible dream!
Other shuttles followed, to join this amazing fleet
Of reusable winged spacecraft, an aircraft hard to beat
Challenger was lost to us, in the quest for outer space
Endeavour was built to stoically take her place
The missions they have carried out, have enabled us to explore
With the placing of the Hubble Telescope
Beaming back pictures down to earth
That we could have never seen before!
To build an international space station, so very near its completion
In July 2011, we will see the Shuttle deletion!
With just flight remaining the fleet will enter history!
We wonder what will follow them, what sort of craft it will be!
To all of the crews who have flown with them
We admire their courage and vision
To the crew of the Atlantis flight
We wish you a safe, successful, final mission!!
Elizabeth Ostafijczuk
To continue in our quest into space
A new fleet of aircraft, to take the place
Of the Apollo spacecraft, old and worn
So a new type of craft was so welcomingly born!
Wings like an aero plane, but so much more
Flying to heights like no aircraft before!
Rockets to carry her above the earth’s sphere
Once disengaged, she was alone, that’s clear
7 men aboard her on a most historical flight
April 12 1981, must have been an amazing night
Cleared for lift-off the rockets boomed
Columbia in all of her glory, on the landscape loomed!
Her mission pure and simple
To put the systems to the test
To orbit the earth and safely return
Was all that could be hoped for, at best!
Triumphantly she won the day, an amazing feat indeed
As she re entered the earth’s atmosphere, at unprecedented speed
Gracefully she approached the runway, John Young and his team
As the elated Commander of this flight, completed an impossible dream!
Other shuttles followed, to join this amazing fleet
Of reusable winged spacecraft, an aircraft hard to beat
Challenger was lost to us, in the quest for outer space
Endeavour was built to stoically take her place
The missions they have carried out, have enabled us to explore
With the placing of the Hubble Telescope
Beaming back pictures down to earth
That we could have never seen before!
To build an international space station, so very near its completion
In July 2011, we will see the Shuttle deletion!
With just flight remaining the fleet will enter history!
We wonder what will follow them, what sort of craft it will be!
To all of the crews who have flown with them
We admire their courage and vision
To the crew of the Atlantis flight
We wish you a safe, successful, final mission!!
Elizabeth Ostafijczuk
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
I have followed the Shuttle Program tirelessly, regretably never getting to see a live launch......and as the final flight of "Atlantis" is preparing - I wrote a tribute to all those who contributed to the continuation of Space TravelGod Speed Atlantis and all aboard - it will be a bitteer sweet mission
woman
woman l would like you were a rose without thorns
l feel it you are so close to me
but in your broken essence
you are not with me
maybe it will be a new world sky
that will see us together
we will fly with outshretched wings
on the wind's streets
don't you try to remember the passed time
that not everything has given us
let me come close to you
l know love is life but life is never love
l will find out the words
to speak to your heart
l feel it you are so close to me
but in your broken essence
you are not with me
maybe it will be a new world sky
that will see us together
we will fly with outshretched wings
on the wind's streets
don't you try to remember the passed time
that not everything has given us
let me come close to you
l know love is life but life is never love
l will find out the words
to speak to your heart
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
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