Daniel Sihastru
Beneath a barren bank, on a foaming river,
Where a hesychast fled the world,
As evening came a stranger arrived.
— "Stephen of Moldavia has come to speak to you!"
— "Stephen of Moldavia, Daniel tells him,
To wait outside! I am at prayer."
— "Good father! I am wounded and defeated,
My own mother herself rejected me today!
I have come to seek counsel if it would not be better
For Moldavia henceforth to bow to the Turks?"
Daniel Sihastru said to the prince
— "Does my hearing deceive me or am I dreaming?
The falchion does not cut off the bowed head,
But the chain bends him humiliatingly!
What then is life, if lived in serfdom?
A holiday on which no one smiled?
Life and serfdom cannot coexist,
Peace and a tempest do not happen together.
Prince! you have the right to turn into graves
For freedom, mean and lands;
But you cannot humble them!
You can break them; but not enslave them!
If the hand your sceptre presses on is weak,
Cede your place to a more willing man!
For better to be conquered and praised,
Than a vassal prince in shame!"
After these words, Stephen gathered his troops
And defeating the pagans raised a monastery.
poem by Dimitrie Bolintineanu from Legende istorice (1865)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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There was an Old Man of Moldavia,
Who had the most curious behaviour;
For while he was able,
He slept on a table.
That funny Old Man of Moldavia.
by Edward Lear from A Book of Nonsense (1846)
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Doina song [Doina]
From Nistru to Tisza Plain
All Romanians complain,
For they can't bear anymore
All these guys with foreign core,
From Hotin to Black Sea coast
Rides the Moskals' mighty host,
From the sea back to Hotin
They would like to take our skin;
And from Dorna to Boian
Cankerworms come one by one,
While the strangers with their power
Everything want to devour,
In the mountains, down the vales
Enemies have made large trails
From Săcele to Sătmar
The escape is much too far,
Woe the poor Romanian soul!
Like a cancer starts to crawl,
Neither walks, nor he is calm
Cannot feel the autumn's charm
Or the summer as he planned,
He's a stranger in his land,
From Turnu to Dorohoi
All the enemies enjoy
Their armies to deploy;
And when come with weapons here
All the songs will disappear,
And the birds will fly away
Scared by this foreign array;
Thorns will gather more and more
At the Christian's humble door,
Cries the country, troubled mother,
For the greenwood – our brother –
Is cut down by villain hand,
Springs dry out and turn to sand –
Wretched people, wretched land!
Who is fond of foreign guys
May the dogs eat up his eyes,
May he lose his dearest place
And the plague may kill his race!
O, lord Stephen, raise your flag
And at Putna do not lag,
Leave the cloister and the choir
In the care of the old prior
Leave the saints and holy matters
In the care of priests and cantors
Let them ring the bells with might
All day long and every night,
Maybe God will bring salvation
To your soul and to your nation!
Leave your grave, again be born
Let me hear you blow the horn
And Moldavia now worn,
Blow it once and in despair
All Moldavia'll be there,
Blow it twice and do not doubt
For the woods will help you out,
Blow it thrice, do not be shy,
And all enemies will die
Everywhere beneath the sky –
May the crows await their fall
And the gallows hang them all!
poem by Mihai Eminescu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
Submitted by anonym
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Polar Prince
The polar bear was not too pleased
That it was freezing cold...
And that it hardly ever eased
The second it took hold...
It seemed he lived his whole life long
With ice beneath his feet,
Which makes him think, 'This is so wrong! '
And 'Who stole all the heat? '
Complaining never changes things...
His teeth just shivered more
And polar bears have not got wings
To find some sunny shore...
And so the polar prince stayed there,
His paw prints on the ice...
The cold he simply had to bare,
Just like the other guys...
Poor soul, I sympathise, of course,
No electricity,
No coal, no gas and God ignores,
Like it was meant to be...
'Why me! ? ' The polar bear exclaimed!
'I'm f.f.f.freezing every day!
Sometimes I think that I've been framed! '
He could be right! Oi, vay...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2010.
The poem is based on the magnificent FRAMED painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Polar Prince'.
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poem by Denis Martindale
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Prince Of Orange
Look at these hands
Spokes of the sun God delay you, spray you
Prince of orange, climb the ladder
Prince of orange will die.
Brass robinettes
Trumpet and drums for the taking, baking
Prince of orange, climb the ladder
Prince of orange will die.
All the food he steals is all right
Far the tall and gentle poplar
Causing fanfare to those listening
Now
Drape round your head
Mischief and secrets in green kelt, all hell
Prince of orange, climb the ladder
Prince of orange will die.
Look at these lands (--- --- ---)
Youll get no books for your dinner
Sinner
Prince of orange, climb the ladder
Prince of orange will die
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Intimidation
The lion looked with such a look,
That's called your deepest fears...
And with your courage that he took,
Bravado disappears!
Have you the strength to move your hand?
Or lift your arm above?
Or is your movement slowly planned,
As timid as a dove?
Have you the power left to run,
The stamina to flee?
Or is the battle lost not won
And his the victory?
So many questions fill your mind...
The lion gives you time...
Just think of what he has outlined,
This super cat sublime...
He licks his lips while you're perplexed,
This prince of past pursuits
And thinks of what will happen next,
While you shake in your boots!
Intimidation, that's his game!
It's how he gets his kicks!
He lacks all conscience, knows no shame
And you've run out of tricks!
It's time to pray! God knows your need!
Ask Him as Daniel would...
For God helped Samson to succeed,
To do the feats he could.
A humble plea's more powerful
When God is on your side!
Let God grant you a miracle!
His arms will open wide...
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Intimidation'.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Typical Summer Day
Today was just great
Swimming with friends
This lake is the perfect place
To learn how to swim
The very first time
Talking and talking
Floating about on the lake
Waves drifting us on in
While we talk away
A friend from a far
That is coming this summer
Not being able to wait
We take a little walk
And there it is
A car with that plate
On knocking the door we go
Frapping on the door
Come to find out
It is just the father
Of the handsome prince
I've known for years
Our hopes all up high
Trashed to hear
That he will not be here
Until the end of next month
So home we go
More swimming we do
Talking about the prince
That will be here next month
Knowing what I have said to them
Dreaming over him
They are dying to meet this handsome prince
Today was just great, but as for tonight
Two dogs in the camp
With just the slightest noise
Sets the barking with a ring in the place
It's driving me crazy, but thank you now
The two fo them are settling down
I guess it's been great today
For tomorrow I must work
Only half a day and pick up a dog
For a friend of mine
So for now I guess it's been fun
On a summer day
Swimming with friends
And dreaming over the handsome prince
poem by Miranda Dodge
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Daniele Song
Daniel
Let the song rhyme in your head
Daniel
Let God wash your heart and make it whiter than snow
Daniel
Turn of the lights in your home and light a candle
So that the light of the candle can glow inside of your home
Daniel
Every prayer that you say
Will be answered by God
Daniel
You have a home that is peaceful
Daniel
I will fift you up and carry you on my wings
Above the buildings, the trees, and The lake
Daniel
God is on your side
Daniel
God is watching out for you
Daniel
God is guiding you here at home
Daniel
You got a friend in me
Daniel
The sun will always shine for you
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Daniel Song
Daniel
Let the song rhyme in your head
Daniel
Let God wash your heart and make it whiter than snow
Daniel
Turn of the lights in your home and light a candle
So that the light of the candle can glow inside of your home
Daniel
Every prayer that you say
Will be answered by God
Daniel
You have a home that is peaceful
Daniel
I will fift you up and carry you on my wings
Above the buildings, the trees, and The lake
Daniel
God is on your side
Daniel
God is watching out for you
Daniel
God is guiding you here at home
Daniel
You got a friend in me
Daniel
The sun will always shine for you
poem by Aldo Kraas
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A Cinderella Story' vs Reality
There is a girl and a boy,
Connected only in cyber,
Never met,
Never phoned,
How long can it last?
It is like in the movie ‘A Cinderella Story’,
Her friend said.
The girl loves him so much,
She cannot took her mind off him,
She waits in front of computer every night,
Waiting for her Prince Charming to greet.
They have known each other a year,
They lived very far apart,
It is like one is up there,
One is down the globe,
Can it last?
She wondered.
One day,
Her Prince Charming said those magical words to her,
She was barely able to breathe,
She was the happiest person on Earth,
But Prince Charming loves her as…?
On one beautiful night,
As usual,
She spent almost hours and hours in front of the computer,
Wait till Prince Charming to come,
But he did not,
She was a bit upset,
She wrote to Prince Charming,
‘You love me as what? ’
Prince Charming replied her the next day,
‘I love you as my girlfriend’,
‘Will you be mine? ’
For God’s sake,
She was absolutely wanted to be his,
‘I sure will’,
It was the best day of her life.
So, there it was,
For her,
She hopes her story does not end just like that,
She will wait for her Prince Charming,
To come to her,
In reality,
Not just in cyber,
Even if it take 100 years.
She wanted them to see,
She wanted him to take her hands,
She wanted to dance in the rain with him,
She wanted to feel his warm,
She wanted him for sure,
She will wait, she swore.
A Cinderella Story?
It is different with her story, she thought,
It is just the same,
When it comes to how they stay connected.
poem by Lovita Lara
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Jungle Prince
Fresh-made prints of the Jungle Prince,
A tiger, to be sure!
The sight of these could well convince
With every new-laid paw...
Perhaps he was a mile away
Or maybe up a tree,
Content to stay, content to lay,
Perhaps in wait for me!
I paused and gulped, a tad distraught...
But just a tad, mind you...
I wasn't scared or overwrought,
But did what I must do...
I stayed subdued yet stayed alert...
I looked both left and right
And to make sure I wasn't hurt,
I ran with all my might!
Then, suddenly, the tiger stood
As if to block my path...
As if he owned the neighbourhood
And thought he'd have a laugh!
He glared at me, I stared at him...
Oh, dear, he did look vexed!
I must have feinted! Things looked grim!
God knows what happened next...
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Jungle Prince II'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Prince Caspian
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian,
With nothing to return to but the demons in their caves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian afloat upon the waves
Oh, to be prince caspian,
And the children in the fields all sowing seed and chaffing wheat
Oh, to be prince caspian with stumps instead of feet
Oh to be prince caspian
Oh to be prince caspian
Oh to be prince caspian
song performed by by Phish
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Just A Girl In Disguise
Im a ordinary girl in disgise
I jus need to find my prince,
the one to sweep me off my feet,
My one and only,
Ohh dear prince where are you
I got to find ya,
Im jus a broken hearted girl in disgise
Ohh prince please come and find me,
I need to be understood,
ohh prince please come and find me
I need to feel loved,
Oh prince come to me,
Please come to me,
I need a man to show he isnt afraid
I need a man to show he isnt a jerk,
I need a man to show me he is unlike all the rest,
I need a man to prove to me he will be my one and only,
I need a prince to show to me he is my prince forever
Cuz I'm jus a ordinary, broken hearted,
sensitive girl waiting for good to happen,
and to come my way,
So please god bring him to me,
Bring the one Im dieing to meet,
Bring him to love and to hold me,
Bring the one I will be with forever,
Let me come out of the disguise,
Let me have a smile that isnt fake,
Let me have a heart that isnt broken,
Let me have a life that isnt shattered,
Let me live the rest of my life happy and with him.
poem by Jade Smith
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The Bank Job
Jason Statham, Saffron Burrows, Stephen Campbell Moore, Daniel Mays, James Faulkner
from The Bank Job (2008)
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Evening Drinks
The elephants had made their way
To where the water was,
The mother and her calf to stay
Until their time to cross...
And only then, when all seemed well,
Some evening drinks to share,
God's miracle was there to tell
That He had heard their prayer...
Another feast of simple things
That made their lives worthwhile,
Before the evening dark night brings
God's moon above in style...
Mid fading light and softening heat,
The calf felt precious peace,
The kind that comes when life's complete
And wonders never cease...
The mother's heart was filled with joy,
A tear came to her eye...
And love like that none should destroy,
No need to question why...
Just evening drinks, tranquillity,
Unspoken heart-filled awe,
Good company and harmony...
Now who could ask for more?
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Evening Drinks'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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He Never Smiled Again
The bark that held a prince went down,
The sweeping waves roll'd on;
And what was England's glorious crown
To him that wept a son?
He lived-for life may long be borne
Ere sorrow break its chain;-
Why comes not death to those who mourn?
-He never smiled again!
There stood proud forms around his throne,
The stately and the brave,
But which could fill the place of one,
That one beneath the wave?
Before him pass'd the young and fair,
In pleasure's reckless train,
But seas dash'd o'er his son's bright hair-
-He never smiled again!
He sat where festal bowls went round ;
He heard the minstrel sing,
He saw the Tourney's victor crown'd,
Amidst the knightly ring:
A murmur of the restless deep
Was blent with every strain,
A voice of winds that would not sleep-
-He never smiled again!
Hearts, in that time, clos'd o'er the trace
Of vows once fondly pour'd,
And strangers took the kinsman's place
At many a joyous board;
Graves, which true love had bath'd with tears,
Were left to Heaven's bright rain,
Fresh hopes were born for other years-
-He never smiled again!
poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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Indian Nobility
The tiger treads the trails once more -
They're all he's ever known...
Nobility he has galore,
Such dignity to own.
He strides across the ancient earth
As Nature's masterpiece...
With every step, he proves his worth,
As everyone agrees.
The tiger's trained himself to fight,
So he can stand his ground...
Not like a coward that takes flight
And then is seldom found...
He bears the scars upon his back,
His glories from his wins -
They're almost hidden in the black
And orange on this prince.
He stood the victor at the end,
The champion of each one...
The conqueror and not the friend,
When all's been said and done...
Who likes to lose, who likes to fail,
Who likes to quit in shame?
Behold him now, this alpha male,
His majesty, his fame...
He needs no crown, no royal ring,
No sceptre shining out...
You look at him and know one thing,
He's regal without doubt.
Who knows how long he can survive
This modern world he shares?
Yet every day he stays alive
Depends upon our prayers...
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Indian Nobility'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Amen
He walked like a prince
though a pauper he was born.
He looked like a prince
on each and every morn.
His eyes, they were dazzling
and shining like a crown.
His friends that were paupers
followed him around.
Worship was given him.
They bowed at his feet.
He told them to rise
and stand up to greet
the sun in the sky
that shone for them as well.
and never to be afraid
for that's a living hell.
He talked like a prince
and his words traveled far.
He spoke of the thing that
we're all made of.
He spoke of the wonders
of the creation of love.
And those that believed
were never the same.
They became princes just like He
and the paupers were filled with serenity.
Some got lost along the way
and forgot about the sun shining every day.
They fell by the wayside
and darkness stepped in,
followed by greed and the treachery of sin.
Still the prince became a KING.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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White Prince
White lions are a rarity,
You won't see one each day...
Your eyes will stare till clarity
Assures you it's OK...
And there he is, this pure white prince,
This diamond in the rough...
He's looking cute with winsome grins,
As if something to love.
Yet he has teeth and he has claws...
And soon his hunger starts...
And then you find he breaks all laws
And disappoints our hearts.
Don't stand too close! Don't stroke his ears!
Don't look him in the eyes!
Or else your smiles will turn to tears...
You won't find him so nice!
He doesn't dance! He doesn't sing!
No cartoon cat is he!
This prince won't be your underling...
This lion was born free!
As long as you stay out of sight
And he stays on his own...
Purrhaps you might live till tonight
And then walk home alone...
The wise man knows that lions run
Much faster than he does!
Likewise, it's hard to catch someone...
Way over here.... like us!
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'White Prince'.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Incomplete Fairytale
My cinderella story is going wrong all over again
magic words are fake or was the spell incorrect
b'coz everything seems to be taking twist and turn without any gain..
i'm loosing my prince all over again.
Maybe HAPPY ENDING is not mentioned in my fairytale
tears are falling endlessly, heart is breaking aimlessly, i am
shakened breathlessly.i'm loosing my prince all over again.
Maybe hes's not meant to be my prince charming who would take me far away, b'coz he wont break my heart with a ray
or is it meant to be an INCOMPLETE FAIRYTALE..
poem by Emotive 69octemo
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My models of beauty are classical art, the monasteries in north Moldavia, and the majestic harmony of space where I saw the light of day .
quote by Theodor Grigoriu
Submitted by Simona Enache
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