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H Prosefxh Pou Egine Litania! (GREEK)

Kapos etsi xekinise mia prosefxi pou egine litania,
Me mia prosklisi ke apo mena mia thisia,
Eftasa sti xenitia ftera ston erota kardia.

H istoria afti ine mia thliveri dokimasia,
Den variese fili mou min dinete simasia,
Ine kiali san eme me tin idia omiokalixia.

Xiliades milia perasa vouna langadia dash,
Agnostos stous agnostous me ti kardia xara gemati.
Ta dio pediatis dika mou ginane tagapisa stalithia,
Dimitris stonoma o gios h kori Eftixia.

H Eftixia sta gonata mou kathotane ores,
Tis milaga pola ke gia tin ithiki stis xores.
O Dimitris tiligmenos sta narkotika,
Den ton afisa, ton esosa apo ta malia.

Pote den tsakothikame ke oi ides idies,
Oi diskoles stgmes itan stalithia liges.
Velona kai an tha erixnes anamesa mas,
Patoma den thavrike, kolimena ta kormia mas.
Afisame egoismo ke agaliasame tin perifania,
Anarotieme giati gnorisa stin agapi tin orfania.

Ekana onira pola ma ekana ke erga,
Entithika gampros megalosa engonia.
Kounisa mora alaxa ke panes,
Ekana omos ke pola se praxis.

Ola ta profitepsa ke soupa pos h mera tharthi,
Epano se periptosi tha mou pis to dromo trava.
Ke ola ta erga poukana tou spitious xartis,
Tha mou minoun sto mialo kialarga.

Dekatesera ta gramata sti xrisi sou vera,
Den xeris kan tin enia den ixes ton kero,
Sti diki mou gia na grapsis ena aplo sagapo.
Ospou kapia mira zilepse tin alithini mou agapi,
Ke apo ton pano orofo me petaxe sti laspi.

Megali pempti douleva 22-2005 semptevri ston onta sou,
Paraskevi 23 me stavroses san tn Xristo ke moupes giasou.
Tris meres zitisa paramoni akomi,
Na anastitho na kano eklisia,
Nalaxis to mialo me mia thisia.

Ine megalos o Theos ta xeria tou dinamis,
Me kratise prin spaso to kefali.
Pono omos alou ke h kardia diloni,
Ta sothika mou kegonte apo agapi.

As itan na to pisteva pos magapouses ligo,
Mipos ola itan apo prepi ke apo ikto?
Giati thea agapi dialexes emena na peraso,
Tis pio ashimes stigmas ke tou thanatou?.

Agapi edosa me oli tin psixi mou,
Ma pira giapotelesma mono tin iparxi mou.
Afou h kardia mou emine mekini,
Ke ime tora monaxos pou ine h efthini?

Tou girismou to dromo travixa den ixera pou na pao,
Eftasa sena hotel tris meres pikres na metrao.
Ke tora akoma vriskome mesto skotadi,
Den xero an magapas h me thes na pao ston adi.

Dinata to pisteva pos h agapi vouna pernai,
Ma ola ta kala pou ekana xexnai.
Ke ston proto potamo monos stin ali oxthi,
Anarotithika to apotelesma ke tin agapi oli.

Ola fotia arpaxane ke ego mes sto kamini,
Tha zo ton erota afto me oli tin odini.
Den itan thelima Theou para anthropou xeri,
Oso to xero ego toso ke kini kseri.

Deka meres perasan ospou na do ta matia,
Pou agapisa toso poli kardia mou vasta.
Etsi opos ola irthane etsi pane akoma,
Ke go anepithimitos les kexo lepra sto soma.

Ke pali agnostos mes to kafe ke apenanti mou ekini,
arage exo kani arketa na me dexti sto spiti?

Ena dakri kilise ke ida ena lathos,
Ma den to skoupisa ithela na do to vathos.
Den itan dakria pola ke poso h axia,
To sagapo mas afise ine sta lathi h telia.

Anangi sexo sou psithirsa filia sou zitao,
Gia dio ke pano xronia isouna kaliteri mou fili.
Den apantas akoustiko otan tilefonao,
Ke anarotieme olimeris giati afto to fidi?

Dakria sta matia thermes efhes mou dini,
Ma h kardia mou orfani den ixe apantisi.
Afou ke mia mono itane h efxi mou,
Evlogia Theou stin ipolipi zoi mou.

Agalia se kratisa ke to kormi mou akomi tremi,
sti petra xaraxes to xorismo ma isos akomi enas lithos meni.
Dinata to sagapo apo ta xili sou xexilises,
Ton xtipo tis kardia sou otan me filises...

To vlema sou aikinito,
opos pigename ta dio.
Na stripsis to aftokinito,
gia tou spitiou sou girismo.

Etsi eftase to telos mias agapis,
Perase keros den egina satrapis.
Stin agapi sevastos gia panta meno,
Tin kenourgia agapi mou prosmeno.
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Posted: Dec 2020
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Afto pou den emathes pote! (GREEK)

To poso poli sagapisa pote den tha to mathis,
ap tin zoi mou perases ke omos semna exathis.
Esy kali mou mou xarises sta xili mou filia,
opos ekina ta diavatarika ke agirista poulia.

Ta xeria mou den edesa trigiro sto lemo sou,
esy omos pisti sto pisma sou ke sto mialo sou.
Psithirisa giati ke to darkri mou etrexe tholo,
etsi siopila sou efxotan h psixi mou sto kalo.

Etreme h kardia mou, sinkormos apo tous omous,
ksexases, imoun sintrofos se olous tous dromous.
Agnoises tin thiela pou ixa mesa stin psixi,
sto dromo pou dialekses sangiza me prosefxi.

Irthan meres penthimes ke nixtes tholomenes,
kratisa omos enthimio stigmes eftixismenes.
H monaksia me tromaze ma estelna ton nou,
se enan kero aksexasto oreou ke alithinou.

Stin filia girisame ke pali tora pia,
gnosta limeria me sevasmo ke anthropia.
Demenoi as minoume gia panta tora etsi,
afou afises ton erwta na figi ap ti mesi.

Ksero, efteksa, mirazome to lathos me sena,
osa zisame mazi stin kardia mou ola krimena.
Kapou kapou ke stous dio isos kilisi ena dakri,
ma h filia pou mas emine, mas ine tora anangi.

To oniro isos xathike ma h agapi mas alithis,
tora ola ke oti tragoudo thelo pia na mathis.
Esy isoun tou onirou mou h pio glikitati pnoi,
ke pos oi stigmes pou moudoses aksizoun mia zoi.
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Posted: Dec 2020
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San 7 Star me Gnorises! (GREEK)

San seven star me gnorises me efta asteria fotina,
pou se tris meres kanan ta xiliades milia midenika.
Irtha konta sou mousa mou ton erota na imniso,
tou inirou mou pnoi gia oso mou emene na ziso.

Ta efta asteria pesane stis agapi sou ti limni,
ta 6 ksepsixisane ke pan apo psixiki odini.
H selini aplose to fos ke esose ena asteri,
ke ine afto tora pou akous, alithies na sou lei.

Enteka xronia perasan ke pali esi apenanti mou,
eklapsa ke pali, ise mia agiatrefti pligi mou
Thimase? skotadi giro epese, ke xathike h xara,
otan esy edoses sto pisma, tis agapis ta klidia

Exthes, to fegari ke tasteria ola itan lipimena,
akoun ta tragoudia mou na tous miloun gia esena.
Apopsde tin fantasia sou tha exo monimi sintrofia,
ke h karda mou lioni les ke ine tis eklisias keria.

Anarotiese poso stalithia esena agapisa,
pare ta esthimata mou, valta stin trapeza.
Poli kalos o tokos, tha ine akoma ena sagapo,
epitokio gia oles tis meres pou minane na zo.

Mou zitises nakouso to tragoudi apopse eklapsa,
poso stalithia eftekses esi, ke poso ego efteksa?
Poso mas teriazi, alithia ta logia ine gegonos,
sou edosa ta panta, etsi ine o dikos mou eaftos.

H moira mpori na xorizi tous antropous,
ta aidonia mpori na alazoune folia.
Ta matia mou vlepoun polous anthropous,
ma den alazi gia sena h diki mou kardia.

Safti ti monaksia skeftome pos yparxis,
ke thelo na trekso eki konta tipota min pathis.
Tis nixtes pnigoume san navagos sta onira sou,
oi anamnisis mou sotiras zoun me tin skia sou.

Mou edwses toso ligo ke soudosa tin psixi mou,
to kardioxtipi mou to nou ke ola ta onira mou.
Ke tora akoma gia esena kano mia 8ia prosefxi,
o 8eos na sexi kala ke as den imaste alo mazi.

Etsi ematha ego na agapo,
Etsi apla ton erota na imno.
Ke an mou emine mono ena asteri,
Ime ekino to pligomeno sou teri.
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Posted: Dec 2020
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Marina Bay!

Marina bay is the point yet not the destination,
There is a harmonic essence, angelic creation.
Like out of the shadows in the darkest night,
I see you coming forward like a dazzling light.

No comparison my attention you command,
An open desire born to softly tough your hand.
A miracle creating the scene of you in my arms,
Known I hold a precious package full of charms.

An introduction to each of our pairs of eyes,
Gazing the mirror of the soul is first tries.
An angel is leading as the two holding hands,
To have coffee and a conversation that yields.

Walking on the boardwalk in a cafe we sit,
In few minutes we feel a very strong click.
Words are spoken and yes the truth is deep,
And our hearts are giving a natural birth.

Often we touch hands, what a wonderful bliss,
Thinking how much of this I have really missed.
Time is moving, yet in heaven we are alone,
A new needed chapter in our life is now born.

To each other becoming immersed, energy is flowing,
In togetherness our hearts I feel we are growing.
The waitress witness standing giving thumbs up,
And the cupid is playing for us the melodic harp.

My impressions I must, I need to confess,
In this very poem I need, I must regress.
You are that total package that’s so unique,
And you can be for this man, a life's search.

I find you strong, magnetic, tender and kind,
My dream lady believed one day I would find.
Gentle kindness overflowing, and yet strong,
Within arms we know this is where we belong.

As we are exiting my arm holding you tight,
Most wonderful feeling that I cannot deny.
With same desire and steps walking to the car,
Exchanging kiss and a hugs what a magical art.

How would I wish for the clocks to stop time,
To feel this connection, our hearts to rhyme.
This heartbeat has been long from me absent,
My heart is remembering a forgotten patent.

Four hours have passed in a connection of bliss,
Driving back home feeling the chills of your kiss
A miracle for both has been created this night,
Our hearts agreed hand in hand to take a flight.

Your hand left in mine a very warm imprint,
And all was spoken in my heart a blueprint.
A phone call verifying this Divine contact,
Our hearts have signed tomorrow's contract.

One more time a message coming through,
Verifying your desire to meet on Sunday true.
Within all this beauty of emotions I take rest,
I know Sunday's again meeting will be attest...
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Posted: Dec 2020
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I've met you in my dreams!

I can’t but think perhaps you are,
The fragments of a fallen star.
That Heaven cast down so sweet,
Now, I can’t wait for us to meet.

I can’t but think perhaps you are,
That melody of notes and bars.
More the rhyming of this poem,
As you are one heavenly form.

I can’t but think perhaps you are,
A lovely lily, pure, unmarred.
Blossoms in springtime’s bliss,
And a perfumed sweet gentle kiss.

Seems like you’re prancing in my mind,
No matter what I do, and in every time.
I find myself mesmerized in your thought.
As majestic desires realities are born.

I’ve met you in my dreams those late nights,
As a vision you come when I dim the lights.
You’re dancing in to the moonlight till dawn,
You are everything and so much, much more.
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Posted: Dec 2020
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Summer is over, yet hope is still on!

I am staring in silently the distance,
Listening to the crickets in the grass.
Watching the orange sun die in the West,
Enjoying the last of summer days in its best.

Fireflies untamed in the wind are dancing,
The smell of barbecues the air enhancing.
The sweltering heat has tanned my skin,
The thought of water parks make me grin.

In the still of the hot summer evening,
Retiring to the shade of a nearby tree.
Last days of summer, same beginning,
Watching the time moving in fall free.

This summer has gone by so very fast.
I wish I could somehow make it last.
Hard to put this year in the past yet,
For my hope and vision has not yet met.

All those days, nights, wasted and spent,
Wish was there someone to hold my hand.
Spending night alone is not so much fun,
Days no pair of eyes to see but the hot sun.

So, to the last of summer days I hope,
Someone to enter my life in full scope.
Together creating the magic of love,
As the fall is near and ready to start.
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Posted: Dec 2020
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Wet Dream

Flowing with smooth own rhythm.
Twisting turning reaching for me.
Cool invigorating alive wearing stone.
So powerful is the sea.


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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
Just checking to make sure everyone is awake out there. lol



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Abby1963

Numb

Numb, that’s how I feel
Some say what’s the big deal
I can’t feel
I can’t smile
I can’t laugh

Numb thats
how I feel
Pleasure no longer
loving feelings lost
It hurts to talk
It hurts to walk

Numb thats how I feel
My eyes are open
Nothing to be seen
I can’t see the sky
It’s to hard to even try

Numb that’s how I feel
Phone rings
Knocks at the door
To much effort
I just lay on the floor

Numb that’s how I feel.
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Posted: Sep 2020
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Nuwahri61

Book of Life .....,,,,,

It isn’t much to look at
Kind of weathered almost worn
The title is so simple
Imagination just born
But open if you dare
And peruse what lay inside
There is a story to be told
That will open eyes wide
A life jumps out at you
Right off the very page
Words to describe
Words to paint
Words to soothe
Words to taint
What kind of life would it be
Without words that are penned
Describing ones life
Right to the very end ..........
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Posted: Jun 2020
About this poem:
People sometimes overlook the person because of what they see on the outside ........
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orientalkoru

This Empty Soul

A tear rolled, and though she tries hard to hide
It fell, splattering all over like shattered glass

Sitting alone, looking down, reflecting, wondering
This empty soul, this lonely heart; aching, sad

Silence too loud; unbearable, this loneliness
Wishing for someone, anyone willing to listen

When no one sees the pain, when no one cares
It breaks a fragile heart; it decimates the soul!

Each day she puts on her best; sweet smiles, crisp laughs
When she sings, her voice takes over to take her pain away!
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Posted: Aug 2019
About this poem:
I wrote this for a beautiful mother, a beautiful wife, an awesome singer who is going through a lot at the moment. When another woman pours her heart out to you and you feel their every pain and anguish because you've been there or it makes you realise that's exactly where you are at that moment; a special bond can come out of it.

There is so much pain, due to unmet needs that creates a feeling of loneliness or at times neglect. She longs to be loved in a manner that resonates to her but the other person insists of loving her the way he wants to. I find many make this mistake; maintaining love is like maintaining a car...you can't put diesel in a petrol-fueled car nor the other way around and expect it to last. To me that's so simple...I don't understand why people can't see it.

It is sad how we have made married- life like it's just a joke. We see everyone of us wearing smiles, posting images of fulfilled lives...family lives especially...when most are broken. This obsession of wearing a facade...I don't get it.

I cried with her; that very moment I understand why she feels alone. I always feel alone and though I am really good at filling my life up with so many things to do and I don't rely on anyone to do the things with in life I totally get her when she said "to have someone to share life with, to have someone to create memories with, to have someone to converse with especially when you are in a foreign land, to have some who shows care and concern, to have people who really do their hardest to connect and make you feel like a significant part of their lives, can make life so much more meaningful and could save a lot of marriages and kids from being victims of broken homes and broken lives". I totally agree with her.
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