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I Believe In Freedom
When I’m laying next to you
It's hard to catch my breath
When we both lay it all out
Like this next to each other
Raising our dreams above us
Believing in the clouds of luck
Our good fortune linked together
And the rest you know already
Be it laid down on its knees
I would rather doubt complete
Why do people take the oath
When they refuse to compete
It all begins with you my dear
You are so special in my heart
Because I believe in freedom
I’ll respect you from the start
It's hard to catch my breath
When we both lay it all out
Like this next to each other
Raising our dreams above us
Believing in the clouds of luck
Our good fortune linked together
And the rest you know already
Be it laid down on its knees
I would rather doubt complete
Why do people take the oath
When they refuse to compete
It all begins with you my dear
You are so special in my heart
Because I believe in freedom
I’ll respect you from the start
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
Say it ain't so Josey…...
The Quotes Garden - IV – Pale Moon
"The Quotes Garden"
[ IV ]
Pale moon
“I share my thoughts, with my beloved moon,
Alike a breath of wind, with silver leaves,
Who twists thy dreams, so soon...
And drops of sorrow, beneath the sleeves
Still trembling, in the night, amidst the tune
Who fills my grief, with silent heaves,
Embracing howls of trees, into the moon
Along with copper statues, over dusty sheaves...
O, my beloved, pale moon!..
I lay my soul, upon your silver grave
In which I find my peace, so soon...
And yet – I’ll be the only slave
Of silent wind, when cries of loon
Will tell you I was brave -
And thus along my path, their tune,
Amidst the faded dreams I could not save!..”
©Th3Mirr0r
[ IV ]
Pale moon
“I share my thoughts, with my beloved moon,
Alike a breath of wind, with silver leaves,
Who twists thy dreams, so soon...
And drops of sorrow, beneath the sleeves
Still trembling, in the night, amidst the tune
Who fills my grief, with silent heaves,
Embracing howls of trees, into the moon
Along with copper statues, over dusty sheaves...
O, my beloved, pale moon!..
I lay my soul, upon your silver grave
In which I find my peace, so soon...
And yet – I’ll be the only slave
Of silent wind, when cries of loon
Will tell you I was brave -
And thus along my path, their tune,
Amidst the faded dreams I could not save!..”
©Th3Mirr0r
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
The Quotes Garden©Th3Mirr0r
Parade
Get there an hour and a half before the parade starts at 9:30
Gather my cell phone, digital recorder, Nintendo DS, book on Nam and crime
Pop and water, kettle popcorn, beef sticks, and candy cigarettes
Watch the soldiers, police, marching bands walk and ride by
See Travis Tranel (who is running unopposed) campaign for reelection
Watch the candy, cheese( Dairy Days Parade) and rainbow flags given out
See the kids scramble for all the candy
Post a pic of a smartee candy and another crushed under many tires
This is your candy
This is your candy on drugs
Any questions?
Gather my cell phone, digital recorder, Nintendo DS, book on Nam and crime
Pop and water, kettle popcorn, beef sticks, and candy cigarettes
Watch the soldiers, police, marching bands walk and ride by
See Travis Tranel (who is running unopposed) campaign for reelection
Watch the candy, cheese( Dairy Days Parade) and rainbow flags given out
See the kids scramble for all the candy
Post a pic of a smartee candy and another crushed under many tires
This is your candy
This is your candy on drugs
Any questions?
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
I try to go to every Dairy Days Parade and sometimes I get to go to the Belmont parade. My next parade will be in WI Dells next Sunday. I will go the Homecoming Parade here in town for the university on October 15.The Quotes Garden - III – The silence of the crickets
The quotes garden - III - The silence of the crickets
“My shadow falls, along the grass,
Where lovely crickets mourn,
Under the moon, with veil of brass
And clear dreams, from silence, born.
It seems I hear : “This too shall pass” -
O, alas! And yet, they sworn
That will protect my soul of glass,
But they just broke it, with their horn!..
They’re dropping down the bass
As if they hear my silent cry
That kills the moon, under the grass,
And yet – alas! They ask me:” why?!”
A cricket was my sweetest lass!..
When mourns with me, I think I try
To die with it - but silent, says:
“This too shall pass”
©Th3Mirr0r
“My shadow falls, along the grass,
Where lovely crickets mourn,
Under the moon, with veil of brass
And clear dreams, from silence, born.
It seems I hear : “This too shall pass” -
O, alas! And yet, they sworn
That will protect my soul of glass,
But they just broke it, with their horn!..
They’re dropping down the bass
As if they hear my silent cry
That kills the moon, under the grass,
And yet – alas! They ask me:” why?!”
A cricket was my sweetest lass!..
When mourns with me, I think I try
To die with it - but silent, says:
“This too shall pass”
©Th3Mirr0r
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
The quotes garden©Th3Mirr0r
online today!You like poems (when the soul leaves the conscience)
You like poems
I'll give you one
or maybe 6
You said you want them
No you won't get them
Not from me
It is not the way to feel free
Back to the poem
I know you will read
I can handle any bump
In the road that leads
Not only that go and figure
Your humps and lumps
Do not make me configure
When the soul leaves the conscience
and leaves me to linger
I'll give you one
or maybe 6
You said you want them
No you won't get them
Not from me
It is not the way to feel free
Back to the poem
I know you will read
I can handle any bump
In the road that leads
Not only that go and figure
Your humps and lumps
Do not make me configure
When the soul leaves the conscience
and leaves me to linger
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
I think I stole this one from sombody.
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 - II – Starry sky
The quotes garden - II - Starry sky
“Oh, silent night, with endless sky,
In which I dwell my soul, again,
Across the light, when shadows cry,
Into an empty space, like grain -
And soon, under the moon, they die,
As if they try my soul, to drain
In silent fields, where soon they fly,
With me, my muse and rain!..
Oh, starry sky, you tell me why
Thoughts are spraining in my brain!..
In the silent moon, they dry -
And my heart, they quickly slain
When I ask if she should cry
Near me – and once again,
I die, with her, under the endless sky!...”
©Th3Mirr0r
“Oh, silent night, with endless sky,
In which I dwell my soul, again,
Across the light, when shadows cry,
Into an empty space, like grain -
And soon, under the moon, they die,
As if they try my soul, to drain
In silent fields, where soon they fly,
With me, my muse and rain!..
Oh, starry sky, you tell me why
Thoughts are spraining in my brain!..
In the silent moon, they dry -
And my heart, they quickly slain
When I ask if she should cry
Near me – and once again,
I die, with her, under the endless sky!...”
©Th3Mirr0r
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
The quotes garden©Th3Mirr0r
The Quotes Garden - I – Was upon a time..
The Quotes Garden - I – Was upon a time..
“When the sun embraced the moon
In the shadows, over lights,
When the calling of the loon,
Cried again, in silent nights,
There was written on a rune
How a poet stays and writes
All the things which often strewn
Waves of life, over the heights –
And our story, thus begins
With a poet and his muse,
As my verses quickly spins
Sweeping words, inside a cruse –
And the riddles, like some pins,
In the waves of life, to choose
Fairy dust, in wind and fins...”
©Th3Mirr0r
“When the sun embraced the moon
In the shadows, over lights,
When the calling of the loon,
Cried again, in silent nights,
There was written on a rune
How a poet stays and writes
All the things which often strewn
Waves of life, over the heights –
And our story, thus begins
With a poet and his muse,
As my verses quickly spins
Sweeping words, inside a cruse –
And the riddles, like some pins,
In the waves of life, to choose
Fairy dust, in wind and fins...”
©Th3Mirr0r
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
The Quotes Garden ©Th3Mirr0rThe Quotes Garden - Part I – Beginning
The Quotes Garden
*** Part I – Beginning ***
"Here it is!..
My famous place,
From all the gardens I created, along time...
There’re plates, behind each alley I would miss..
In case my dreams, one day, before I die,
Will tear apart...
Only shadows, left behind, instead my friends -
Who twisted senses of my heart,
In moments of despair ...
There must be thorns of roses,
Embracing death – and clear sun,
And life, with petals, in the faded falling;
They came along
with piece of graved stone, behind my tomb,
And Heaven standing like a fortress,
- only witness to my once upon a time, a lair..
I rather die alike an artist! -
Surrounded by thee ART, which makes me feel alive
And
every breath I take, is sweeping verses,
with death from life – which dwells fresh air,
Which fills my lungs with my despair
And
each morning – is a mourning full of joy...
I open the eyes of my restless soul,
But then, alike a shadow,
I vanish, in the mist -
Forgotten by the human heart, within the second I should die,
Along with every sufferance – divine feast!..
I’ve taken a joy away, in the darken past,
And
I saw my death, in the chair...
I’m waiting clouds to come,
more faster than in rhymes, my twisted verses,
Like Heaven’s waterfall,
- from where it rises in my dreams,
My golden harp, under rainbow -
Reminding me.. once more...
That ..
Was upon a time...
An artist…
Should I now talk in riddles,
So I may hide my desire of freedom,
Freedom of a locked soul,
Inside a cruel world? !
Or, must be there my sins,
Alike some darken secrets,
Drying each part of me,
Until one day..
I am no more? !
Or better..talk in quotes,
Repeating senses of the many artists
Which found a refuge inside art?
But there’s no place to hide..
Those green.. emotions..
And neither enough words
As for defining, truly,
What is ART!..
I ask myself sometimes
If ART is pain into advanced scenes of battle
- of oneself -
Or if it’s merely like a longing for a Heaven -
Which for example, I haven’t found It in myself;
Or maybe just like other artists,
As much desire have for death,
As even Death, doesn’t need me anymore,
Alike the muses, think that charming me
With lovely whispers,
Will lead me soon to touch
With thirsty lips,
Their divine breasts...
But nor declared love, nor written words of love in vain
Shall not be mentioned, along my paths to glory, over death,
But only truth, would be alike my oath, - in verse, my breathe
To be.. alike I am... to never change... to be the same..."
©Th3Mirr0r
*** Part I – Beginning ***
"Here it is!..
My famous place,
From all the gardens I created, along time...
There’re plates, behind each alley I would miss..
In case my dreams, one day, before I die,
Will tear apart...
Only shadows, left behind, instead my friends -
Who twisted senses of my heart,
In moments of despair ...
There must be thorns of roses,
Embracing death – and clear sun,
And life, with petals, in the faded falling;
They came along
with piece of graved stone, behind my tomb,
And Heaven standing like a fortress,
- only witness to my once upon a time, a lair..
I rather die alike an artist! -
Surrounded by thee ART, which makes me feel alive
And
every breath I take, is sweeping verses,
with death from life – which dwells fresh air,
Which fills my lungs with my despair
And
each morning – is a mourning full of joy...
I open the eyes of my restless soul,
But then, alike a shadow,
I vanish, in the mist -
Forgotten by the human heart, within the second I should die,
Along with every sufferance – divine feast!..
I’ve taken a joy away, in the darken past,
And
I saw my death, in the chair...
I’m waiting clouds to come,
more faster than in rhymes, my twisted verses,
Like Heaven’s waterfall,
- from where it rises in my dreams,
My golden harp, under rainbow -
Reminding me.. once more...
That ..
Was upon a time...
An artist…
Should I now talk in riddles,
So I may hide my desire of freedom,
Freedom of a locked soul,
Inside a cruel world? !
Or, must be there my sins,
Alike some darken secrets,
Drying each part of me,
Until one day..
I am no more? !
Or better..talk in quotes,
Repeating senses of the many artists
Which found a refuge inside art?
But there’s no place to hide..
Those green.. emotions..
And neither enough words
As for defining, truly,
What is ART!..
I ask myself sometimes
If ART is pain into advanced scenes of battle
- of oneself -
Or if it’s merely like a longing for a Heaven -
Which for example, I haven’t found It in myself;
Or maybe just like other artists,
As much desire have for death,
As even Death, doesn’t need me anymore,
Alike the muses, think that charming me
With lovely whispers,
Will lead me soon to touch
With thirsty lips,
Their divine breasts...
But nor declared love, nor written words of love in vain
Shall not be mentioned, along my paths to glory, over death,
But only truth, would be alike my oath, - in verse, my breathe
To be.. alike I am... to never change... to be the same..."
©Th3Mirr0r
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Posted: Sep 2022
About this poem:
The Quotes GardenPart I: General poetry
©Th3Mirr0r
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
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