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Love Is
Love is freedom not a prison
Love is sensuality, not rude
Love takes you and leaves you breathless
Love will win, does not use violence
Love makes you smile and cry
Love makes you hope for a better world
Love is what makes you dream, the one who gets you through all distance
Love has no age, no limits
Love, overcomes all barriers by putting their rights in the shadows
Love is peace and serenity
Love, four letters to be happy
Love is sensuality, not rude
Love takes you and leaves you breathless
Love will win, does not use violence
Love makes you smile and cry
Love makes you hope for a better world
Love is what makes you dream, the one who gets you through all distance
Love has no age, no limits
Love, overcomes all barriers by putting their rights in the shadows
Love is peace and serenity
Love, four letters to be happy
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
What is love if me !
collapsing
sleeping toes with snorted sighs
thunder rolls
of creeping cries
who calls as seasons spilt
not I
FORGIVING
raindrops
WATCH HIM
for sailing
shall endure
a
wicked path
One we want to save
a new day
a new dawn
collapsing
thunder rolls
of creeping cries
who calls as seasons spilt
not I
FORGIVING
raindrops
WATCH HIM
for sailing
shall endure
a
wicked path
One we want to save
a new day
a new dawn
collapsing
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Posted: Mar 2017
About this poem:
a good life, now a better life
Able Sable Dunmore
While grey days, with sultry air and rain
Alter moods of cheerful folk
Autumn days and Winter chill,
With bunchy leaves and snowy hills
Replace the sombre moods of men,
With Harvest moon and Christmas hymns.
But lurking near, no place on calendar
wall, beckoning to all
Resides the ghost of final season,
Ever present, ever teasing
When sense of rhyme snd reason fade to black
And genes attack,
Able Sable Dunmor, without staff or legion
Awaken dormant dreams of life
Postponing final Season.
Alter moods of cheerful folk
Autumn days and Winter chill,
With bunchy leaves and snowy hills
Replace the sombre moods of men,
With Harvest moon and Christmas hymns.
But lurking near, no place on calendar
wall, beckoning to all
Resides the ghost of final season,
Ever present, ever teasing
When sense of rhyme snd reason fade to black
And genes attack,
Able Sable Dunmor, without staff or legion
Awaken dormant dreams of life
Postponing final Season.
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
Having known her but a short time this poem is forOdetta 57. I am aware of her tenacity ofof life. Regardless of age
she jumps ino life&&love with both feet. Keep up the great attitude!
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This poem is for Odetta,(her call name), from Cumbria Northern England. I admire her tenacity for life, regardless of age she has jumped into life and love with both feet.
Sandy smiles.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles…she won’t cry.
Don’t let go, don’t use that rope…
There is still hope.
Sandy smiles, sandy smiles,
Even in a Utopia full of crime,
The place the Revolutionists searched for a sign
Just wipe that grime
Off your face and it’s your fault
For following a cult
where Sandy just keeps on smiling
and lying
about the state of her heart
as a cause of a world she cannot part.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles… her days all balanced in a row
Each one faker than the rest
But she always says its for the best,
“What doesn’t kill you will make you stronger!”
Instead of saying :“I cannot play this game any longer!"
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles… although there are children dying
Nobody is trying,
Trying to make a difference in all of this havoc.
A politician on his hammock,
Smoking a cigar and drinking some cane,
Making a toast on all of his fame
and the innocent lives that died in vain,
Because many chose not to make a change for all the Sandy’s,
But some used them as hard-candy's.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles, they all taste like different candies,
Hard candy as they’re sold for another man’s lovely night.
Their dignity will die... without a fight.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles as well-off people go about on their usual route
But Sandy lies in the soot
Wondering who her mum is … Yet she smiles and she smiles because it’s a crime to hide
And is forced to live in a world where one must divide.
Sandy smiles, Sandy still smiles as she sees wealthy children throw their food on the floor.
Sandy smiles and Sandy will abide
With society that leaves her body feeling raw
As she sees what it does to her.
Something inside her will stir
Her emotions in a big blue bowl within her mind
But Sandy will Smile, Sandy smiles.
Why smile Sandy? It’s with your voice that there shall be a better world...
It’s with your silence that there’s more and more chaos!
Please Sandy, let go! Stop smiling when you’re hurt.
Throw over the tables of politicians,
Break down the doors of the bourgeoisie,
Rip off the clothes which cover the flaws of the oppressors
And be different. Stop adding rhyming couplets to your poems
And following the order of traditional homes.
Sandy smiles with purpose.
She walks down the streets of her neighbourhood without a gun;
Listens to the radio, and looks at the world around her without feeling victimised because of a new case of hate speech.
Sandy smiles because she saw food on her table and listened to her proud mother’s voice.
Sandy smiles because she sees another day which contains equality and another young girl who will have the choice to wear white on her wedding day.
Don’t let go, don’t use that rope…
There is still hope.
Sandy smiles, sandy smiles,
Even in a Utopia full of crime,
The place the Revolutionists searched for a sign
Just wipe that grime
Off your face and it’s your fault
For following a cult
where Sandy just keeps on smiling
and lying
about the state of her heart
as a cause of a world she cannot part.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles… her days all balanced in a row
Each one faker than the rest
But she always says its for the best,
“What doesn’t kill you will make you stronger!”
Instead of saying :“I cannot play this game any longer!"
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles… although there are children dying
Nobody is trying,
Trying to make a difference in all of this havoc.
A politician on his hammock,
Smoking a cigar and drinking some cane,
Making a toast on all of his fame
and the innocent lives that died in vain,
Because many chose not to make a change for all the Sandy’s,
But some used them as hard-candy's.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles, they all taste like different candies,
Hard candy as they’re sold for another man’s lovely night.
Their dignity will die... without a fight.
Sandy smiles, Sandy smiles as well-off people go about on their usual route
But Sandy lies in the soot
Wondering who her mum is … Yet she smiles and she smiles because it’s a crime to hide
And is forced to live in a world where one must divide.
Sandy smiles, Sandy still smiles as she sees wealthy children throw their food on the floor.
Sandy smiles and Sandy will abide
With society that leaves her body feeling raw
As she sees what it does to her.
Something inside her will stir
Her emotions in a big blue bowl within her mind
But Sandy will Smile, Sandy smiles.
Why smile Sandy? It’s with your voice that there shall be a better world...
It’s with your silence that there’s more and more chaos!
Please Sandy, let go! Stop smiling when you’re hurt.
Throw over the tables of politicians,
Break down the doors of the bourgeoisie,
Rip off the clothes which cover the flaws of the oppressors
And be different. Stop adding rhyming couplets to your poems
And following the order of traditional homes.
Sandy smiles with purpose.
She walks down the streets of her neighbourhood without a gun;
Listens to the radio, and looks at the world around her without feeling victimised because of a new case of hate speech.
Sandy smiles because she saw food on her table and listened to her proud mother’s voice.
Sandy smiles because she sees another day which contains equality and another young girl who will have the choice to wear white on her wedding day.
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
This poem goes out to all of the women who do not know their worth. You may not have been born into a context where you were given the choice to be strong and to fend for yourself; but as a united body of women, we can make a difference. We can choose, today, to be strong and to see the value in ourselves, our sisters and our daughters. Let's lift up the Sandy's in our lives!
borrowed time (song lyrics)
It started way back when I was young
I believed that life was gonna be fun
Started walking that hard road on my own
And I grew up quick learning back street tricks
I was seven years old smoking cigarettes
I guessed I stepped over the party line
Started living on borrowed time.
Chorus.
I see my baby on a one way track, she never moving forward so shes never coming back
It doesnt matter what I say .coz Karma,s gonna get ya at the end of the day ( ch2 add on ).....always living on borrowed time.
V2 Right now seemed so far away,, not that long ago
And the falling speed falling from grace I got vertigo
But theres not alot that we can do to turn back the hands of time.
And even less to leave the scene of the crime.
Stuck here living on borrowed time.
Chorus (rpt)
Ch2 add on
Running her mouth off all over the place. but aint no one listening cause your always off your face.
I met her but she aint got far drinking luke warm piss talking shit at the bar
always living on borrowed time
always living on borrowed time
always borrowing time.
I believed that life was gonna be fun
Started walking that hard road on my own
And I grew up quick learning back street tricks
I was seven years old smoking cigarettes
I guessed I stepped over the party line
Started living on borrowed time.
Chorus.
I see my baby on a one way track, she never moving forward so shes never coming back
It doesnt matter what I say .coz Karma,s gonna get ya at the end of the day ( ch2 add on ).....always living on borrowed time.
V2 Right now seemed so far away,, not that long ago
And the falling speed falling from grace I got vertigo
But theres not alot that we can do to turn back the hands of time.
And even less to leave the scene of the crime.
Stuck here living on borrowed time.
Chorus (rpt)
Ch2 add on
Running her mouth off all over the place. but aint no one listening cause your always off your face.
I met her but she aint got far drinking luke warm piss talking shit at the bar
always living on borrowed time
always living on borrowed time
always borrowing time.
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
had a jazzy blues tune for a couple of yerars and finally got around to writting lyrics I think theres a message in there somewhere. but definition is in the definer so ..enjoy..mick
A red red rose
OH MY LOVE IS A RED, RED ROSE,
THAT'S NEWLY SPRUNG IN JUNE.
OH MY LOVE IS LIKE A MELODY,
THATS SWEETLY PLAYED IN TUNE
Robert Burns.
THAT'S NEWLY SPRUNG IN JUNE.
OH MY LOVE IS LIKE A MELODY,
THATS SWEETLY PLAYED IN TUNE
Robert Burns.
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
this is a Scot ballad written by robert burns.
Lady Angelus
I hide behind my walls
of steel
they stop the ones
who seek to feel
the why, the who, the where
and then I
start to feel all
over again.
Retreat I go
to bricks and mortar
hiding in my castle deep
Moat will stop the evil
warders
while the lady tries to sleep.
Lock the door
they shant break throuogh
milady they have
come for you.
Fight I will
before I come
this land is ours
I will not run.
With slippered foot
or shielded arm
my honour to this land
prevails.
While knights are
fighting at my side
the bards will live to
tell the tales.
Of valiance and hearts
foresworn
to live protect
and die as one
the lady with the
phoenix hair
gave all she had
becaused she cared.
of steel
they stop the ones
who seek to feel
the why, the who, the where
and then I
start to feel all
over again.
Retreat I go
to bricks and mortar
hiding in my castle deep
Moat will stop the evil
warders
while the lady tries to sleep.
Lock the door
they shant break throuogh
milady they have
come for you.
Fight I will
before I come
this land is ours
I will not run.
With slippered foot
or shielded arm
my honour to this land
prevails.
While knights are
fighting at my side
the bards will live to
tell the tales.
Of valiance and hearts
foresworn
to live protect
and die as one
the lady with the
phoenix hair
gave all she had
becaused she cared.
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Posted: Sep 2011
Post CommentThe Knight's sword
I am steel, I'm awake.
I will bend, but never break.
I have been tempered in fire & ice; the enduring forces have not always been nice.
My spirit caste in the crucible of my soul, forged with love & with passion burning brighter than coal.
An inquisitive nature has been my quenching force, through knowledge, through reason, making my spirit less coarse.
Sharpened like a whetstone, refined to last, cutting through conflict using reflections from the past.
Through insight, through imagination, I've become versatile in form, with a resolve of steel transcending the norm.
I fight for those I love, my family & friends, giving me purpose that I may smile in the end.
I am steel; I'm awake.
I will bend, but never break.
I will bend, but never break.
I have been tempered in fire & ice; the enduring forces have not always been nice.
My spirit caste in the crucible of my soul, forged with love & with passion burning brighter than coal.
An inquisitive nature has been my quenching force, through knowledge, through reason, making my spirit less coarse.
Sharpened like a whetstone, refined to last, cutting through conflict using reflections from the past.
Through insight, through imagination, I've become versatile in form, with a resolve of steel transcending the norm.
I fight for those I love, my family & friends, giving me purpose that I may smile in the end.
I am steel; I'm awake.
I will bend, but never break.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
This poem is from the perspective of a sword; it also is a double entendre on how a sword is crafted as well as how a knight's character is developed. It's also a bit personal to me too because it ties in my resolve also. Enjoy!
La Steaua (The Star)
La steaua care-a rasarit
E-o cale-atât de lunga,
Ca mii de ani i-au trebuit
Luminii sa ne-ajunga.
Poate de mult s-a stins în drum
În departari albastre,
Iar raza ei abia acum
Luci vederii noastre.
Icoana stelei ce-a murit
Încet pe cer se suie;
Era pe când nu s-a zarit,
Azi o vedem, si nu e.
Tot astfel când al nostru dor
Pieri în noapte-adânca,
Lumina stinsului amor
Ne urmareste înca.
The star is arisen in heaven
Further away than we know
It took a very long time
For its light to arrive here
Space may have blue immensity
What we see now before us
The light was not here then
Dying before showing up here
Its an illusion in the sky
The sight of a long dead star
Its present in the heavens
But not from our mortal view
Our hope might be all but lost
Overcome by the dark of night
Yet even the dying starlight
Is a memorial to our love.
E-o cale-atât de lunga,
Ca mii de ani i-au trebuit
Luminii sa ne-ajunga.
Poate de mult s-a stins în drum
În departari albastre,
Iar raza ei abia acum
Luci vederii noastre.
Icoana stelei ce-a murit
Încet pe cer se suie;
Era pe când nu s-a zarit,
Azi o vedem, si nu e.
Tot astfel când al nostru dor
Pieri în noapte-adânca,
Lumina stinsului amor
Ne urmareste înca.
The star is arisen in heaven
Further away than we know
It took a very long time
For its light to arrive here
Space may have blue immensity
What we see now before us
The light was not here then
Dying before showing up here
Its an illusion in the sky
The sight of a long dead star
Its present in the heavens
But not from our mortal view
Our hope might be all but lost
Overcome by the dark of night
Yet even the dying starlight
Is a memorial to our love.
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
This is a very famous late poem by the Romanian national poet Mihai Eminescu.In my translation, a long vanished star is depicted as memorial of love - the one kind of light always present even when what gave life to it no longer exists.
Every generation carries that light within them onwards as those before it and love remains in the world.
And for the future - something beautiful like that is not really an illusion; its a tribute to the best part of ourselves.
i hide behind my rings - fragment
i hide behind my rings
and shatter echoes of the things
that layed ahead of age
that we cut short with my rage.
i'm on my way, i wish you well
it's season's cast of a love spell
and shatter echoes of the things
that layed ahead of age
that we cut short with my rage.
i'm on my way, i wish you well
it's season's cast of a love spell
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Posted: Jun 2013
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