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The Quotes Garden
*** Part III – Poetic lines in two verses ***
*** Believe – ***



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“Believe –
True stories weave;
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Spindle twist,
Beneath thy sleeve; -
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Quill and ink, -
Epitaphs cleave;
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Ticking heart,
Pulsing my wrist -
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Shall I sink,
Silent, to grieve?..
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Believe, –
Dreams come true!..
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While me and you,
Within a heave -
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Two stars blink,
- Adam and Eve;
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Shadows kissed
- All we have missed…”
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©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

I stand at North Head*, and the sea,
Spreads its arms, in most joyous blue,
Horizon's edge; - infinity,

Now drops away before my view,
As I extend my gaze beyond,
To imagine a clear purview;-

Of dreams in magic fractal frond,
Distant white caps, sapphire blue sea;-
Far from this land that is my bond;

As I find an epiphany,
In Nature's rills of seamless waves,
That seem to dance there just for me,

And this is what my spirit craves,
Cyan water, powder-blue sky;-
Where some have gone to watery graves,

And, we will never know just why;-
They sing now in the restless deep,
A siren's song, a plaintive cry,

The endless waves sing them to sleep,
In Old Poseidon's seething chains,
Don't think of them - for them, don't weep,

For they leave no Earthly remains,
Their spark of life, back to Nature,
And echoed in the waves' refrains,

The Sun wheels in a sky of azure,
Beneath my feet are craggy cliffs,
Waves burst in each rocky fissure,

Of ancient sandstone monoliths;-
I love my life - for I choose life,
And not the cruel sea's endless drifts,

Although I've had my share of strife;-
For me - I never will cave in,
And though this world has troubles rife;-
Pessimism will never win.



© lovecanbereal
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Today is like any other some say,
But nothing comes easy hard is the way.

Someday I’ll make something good of myself.
Someday I’ll be famous and have so much wealth.
Someday I’ll save up and get me that thing.
Someday I’ll succeed and live out my dream.
Someday I’ll have and won’t know what to do with.
Someday I’ll marry her I swear I’m gon’ do it.
Someday day I’ll quit for real, for good.
Someday I’ll get fit and lower my blood.
Someday I’m certain, you get the gist.
One day I’ll get sick of living like this,

But someday can wait for a season because,
I know it will come I just put it on pause.
I know what I said before but I meant,
Some other day when time is well spent.

Today I will act like a coward and so,
Today I’m afraid that my shadow might grow.
Today I just need more rest, more sleep.
Today it’s bad weather and snow covered streets.
Today it’s still early it’s only begun,
Today it’s too late and the evening has come.
Today I am willing to settle for less,
Today I can’t give it my all or my best.
Today is just Monday of course there’s still time,
Sunday’s a day of rest, I must get mine.

Today there are so many reasons why,
you will not decide, you don’t feel alive.
How long has it been? Maybe it was five,
Or more years ago when it first was a lie.

Was it New Year’s Day or the date of your birth?
Precious that day, but what was it worth?
Plans, a bright future can be delayed,
But Someday, that day for you is today!
WbJS 1/4/23

Can you hear it? Do you see it? Can you feel it? Do you sense it?
Above the noise, beyond the way, within your soul, around your space?
Ever illusive, in this world’s busy, riotous global-pool of activity,
Silence has faded away.
No more golden, it’s now so rare as to be priceless.
Say nothing; keep still. Invite it into the solace again.
Let it wrap around you - your mind, body and soul -
So that it can soothe you. So that it can repair you. So that it can teach you
The way of Silence.

The Quotes Garden
*** Part III – Poetic lines in two verses ***
*** Hurray!.. ***



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“Hurray, hurray! –
Sun, bless this day!..
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Middle of may,
Burnt shadows, fray; -
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Sweet cherries, sway, -
Tiny girls, play;
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Hurray, hurray,
Glimpse of a ray!.. -
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Along the brae,
Shy willows, pray;
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Sweet dolls of hay, –
Flowers of bay!..
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All sing, to stay!
Where shall I lay?.. -
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Bees, in a spray,
- Humming my way:
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Hurray, hurray!..
- Leaving away…”
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©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

The Quotes Garden
*** Part III – Poetic lines in two verses ***
*** O, nightingale!.. ***



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“O, nightingale, –
Merciful beak!..
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A fairytale,
Where shall I seek?!..
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Thy voice, so meek, -
My silence’ ,peak;
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When rising gale,
Follow thine trail, -
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Wither, or pale,
Lifting the veil;
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Leaves, on the scale, –
My heart?! A tick!..
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O, nightingale!
Thy art so frail, -
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Bless me, to speak!
- Wisest, the snail!..
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Thy chest, a jail,
- My love, a squeak!..”
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©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

The Quotes Garden
*** Part II – Poetic lines in a verse ***
*** Veil ***



“Thy heart restless chirping my presence.
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What secrets hide, beloved, canopy of heaven?
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Lift your eyes; – swathes of high court, clouds in bliss!..
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- Amid this world, vagueness and haze; thrive forth, -
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(Ye!..) Fill this empty heart with the sweet pain of missing,
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- A pale flower, may it fall upon forgotten grave,
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(Thou -) where you hid me, Edelweiss? Clouds and mist;
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Gaze to this dazzling log, – it burns. Thine heart, burns!
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Remove the mask, lift the veil, - love me, or let me perish!..”
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©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

The Quotes Garden
*** Part II – Poetic lines in a verse ***
*** Ridges ***



“Titan’s quest. A basalt murmur shattering squinches.
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Sky’s drapery falls apart. My sighting, filling scenery;
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Thy glimpse crushing look; heart’s path is narrow; –
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- Oh, muse! – Remind me of ridges and furrows of pain,
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(Nay!..) Fresh waterfalls breaks through from the crest,
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- As how thy arms stretch an eagle in flight,
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(Of) where ridges and valleys meet; which rock, hid me?
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(To) when the slurping echo stops, in which slope, –
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Of who’s leaning, over the greenery pendentives?..”
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©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

There is only one and it’s major,
Started by a devil masquerading as saviour.
It is over 5700 miles away,
And to everyone’s horror and dismay,
13000 Ukranian civilians are dead,
Over 7.8 million refugees have fled.
Day after day bombarded,
And plunged into darkness,
Were towns and cities in Ukraine,
by bombs and missiles that maimed,
And turned buildings and streets to rubble,
And its people to dust. This is not us.
We don’t see this kind of trouble.
Not here anyway, Not in the West.
For them there is no rest,
Only a yearning for turning
to former day from endless night.
They see only by candlelight
and the glow of fires burning.
There is no “War on Christmas”
Not here. This is foolishness,
Here there are just many well-meaning folks,
Raising glasses making toasts,
Wether “Merry Christmas “ or “Happy holidays”
May goodwill guide us all our days.

Happy New Year everyone!

When the stars forget it is night
and the air is carved open with scent
then I shall lie with you
as the fields lie open
each gesture a gift
to spurn parting of ways
for on this day
contentment has found me
all the hours pass
like wandering dunes
the sea forever plays
a shanty to our rhythm
to this we must belong