Ups and downs, successes and failures. Losing friends, family and people that we love. This is our story, each and everyone of us, because we are humans. But whatever hits you, remember that after a fall you will start crawling, then walk, then run again. There is power in the choices you make. May the force be with you!
Seconds, flying out the window of time. Within, Womb admissions are granted, Exit is guaranteed.
Once here, everyone is writing. There are old books, new books, Critics are many, But so are those that praise everyone’s splendid contributions.
“Can you imagine a more perfect venue?” An old man asks as he catches the gaze of his wife, And smiles remembering how they learned To exchange vows.
Frail hand in his, she stands, “No,” she says. “It was perfect.” And together they walk Under the saber arch of those living within, Toward the exit.
“You are the most stunning goddess,” he says, As they walk outside in the luminous sun. “I love you, “she answers, As the cover of their book’s final print is being issued.
For the first time ever, They look at the house from the outside. Lights are on, and the inside is busy, Everyone is writing, In a day that still exists….while its seconds are flying through the window of time.
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Perilous tongue, nevertheless, defensive, You leap yourself before you fall, Disguised, it’s easy to miss your anguish from the distance, As jesters mean to humor….and entertain them all.
The audience is laughing, You stand for them, despoiled of your own feelings, Knowing that is a thousand times better to take the vow of madness, Than love and be betrayed.
So loud and yet so silent, A double movement of your heart, Your effort is exhausting but their eyes don’t see it, Because your art prevails, and the suppression plays it part.
Better not see …. just laugh, Aren’t we all? As you are on the stage, you show them, That in love ….you always have to leap yourself before you fall.
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Each month Visual Verse posts an image an invites writers to send their thoughts inspired by it. You have one hour to write something. I wrote this poem inspired by the image for this month (the one above), which evokes a place in Berlin. My poem can be found on page 18 in the Visual Verse Anthology, Vol.9, Chapter 7.
Profoundly messianic, victory was hard to reach. For decades crusaders fought one another, Until the rock music from the Western world, Reached through the Wall.
In a neglected yard that’s full of waste, The hanging flags, Most powerful, most lasting memory of the past time, Exhaust the mystery of hands who wrote them.
It smells like spring and wishful thinking, In lions’ dens babies are born, Like everyone, they’re children of the new world, Where not obedience, but truth and freedom are both sworn.
A word remade, Inspired, without scruples, Where wrinkles of the past are proof, Of the moment when the beating heart of one nation, Was brought from two halves into one, And willed itself to live in truth.
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This train stops at no station, Not yet, It climbs towards the evening, Carrying feelings.
It smells like perfume and old leather chairs. Silent, but crowded, All spread across the wagons, This train holds life.
With me, there’re other lovers, Not mine, Some godlike youth, some older, Seeming to smile, And mingled with their features There is the promise’s play.
Upward a gaze, my heart is warm, I ask the sky of us, And wonder, if you’re waiting.
There is no answer, but I know That you are climbing the tower of desire, And from afar you’re watching The train…… Zig zagging through the hills, Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, The love song that carries me to you.
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City of lights, Half phantasy, half historical molding, Is where the degree of liberation is measured In the number of dreams.
Here it is not easy Running out of thrills. Whirlwinds deliver sensations, Espouse bodies, Make hearts sweat.
It’s Saturday morning, Smiles turned into butterflies overnight, Hearts rummage in enigmas, Cause we are young.
New York, New York, You turn the invisible into something beautiful, A city that’s always hopeful, Where the degree of liberation is measured In the number of dreams.
My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
Each month Visual Verse posts an image an invites writers to send their thoughts inspired by it. I wrote this poem inspired by the image for this month (the one above). My poem can be found on page 94 in the Visual Verse Anthology, Vol.9, Chapter 6.
Dust and mud cover cold fingers, Forging symbols, That create a civilization of which all of us are victims.
The waters turn red, From the blood of those trying to escape the bondage of chains, But how can they fight themselves free, When the other side of the swim means drowning?
I am here to speak to the ones that still have a soul: Be strong, They cannot seal the horizon, We will all be what we’re destined.
I no longer tremble; I no longer fear. I am no one, and I am everyone. Together we swell the numbers of those bearing the burdens, And they no longer crush us.
Out of the spirit of love, We burn incense to clear away the hate, And manage to escape it.
What now it’s red will turn into spring. There will be flowers, A landscape ennobled by the ones who hoped, By those who ceaselessly believed….
My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.