Vixere Fortes
A crossed path to pass, a false virtue,
a shadow wanders in dreams and cares,
to love my petrified smile of a statue,
and my abstract enigmatic stares.
She will come in stray paths, her soul,
dim time-entity to absorb internal whims,
one more silence will construct a thole,
a burden of tugs, to upwards hymns..
Spirit of solitude, image of form motile,
a double ax, a certainty above my truism,
her visceral caress, conceived but total,
ideal to endorse my sense of equalism.
A third destiny weaves my life's knit;
I recompense for her scythe dissonance,
a platitude to compromise in a gray wit,
my love in mind will be a senses dance..
So comforting was my eternal loneliness..
Presence of absence, an erred propriety,
Marriage proposal, an unfettered emptiness,
I was besieged for all my life to eternity.
And I accepted her, a mortal coil to marry,
This equality closed in, raised a challenge;
her wisdom guided me as I became airy,
to confront Hades burden and deathly wedge..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Neoptolemos
I will not be able to choose, my options extorted,
it was an entity my solitude to alter or to wean,
and it was a solitude inspiring her, one assorted,
all losses were upon my path, like Hydras, mean..
A seed from a pomegranate, a bond of valence,
to absorb her in the Under Dome a wed of Hades..
Demeter to sow in grief, a salty drops surveillance,
her throes for a daughter taken, by Sirene maids.
Nyx followed a deathly horse, Plutons ghostly canter,
and Persephone astounding, the best wane of dark,
bouquet of bluish roses, her noble smile to banter,
a mortal Adonis, his half life of death, her solemn mark..
Drum Drum, the horses hoofs, persist to elongate
our distances.. A lost perception of my souls' domain
to be with her and alertly, invade of Plutons gates
to Hades; where Cerberus seeks of my life's drains..
Was I predestined just to receive her absolute denial?
An Iliad hero of principles, my eternity's adventures,
All of my labors for Persephone glory, and my trial..
redemption of me to err in Demeter's green pastures..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Persephone
Persephone
Idea aborning in steps of deception,
becomes an aeromancy in free ether,
her airy amble chastens perception,
my image flies amid stratus to dither;
My life flies above landscapes empty;
Sorts out and recreates our embrace;
our Sun died, burden westward hefty;
and she, like twilight joined me, in lace;
Zephyr is blowing, subdued and unfit;
so, I welcome our solitude's amount;
a lone-spirited sentence of life, to emit,
our Idea lightless, of marginal bound;
Zephyr is blowing through our soul;
deception of a smile, glowering nifty;
her playful ample advances to extoll;
Hades is Inspiring my instincts thrifty;
I worship her shadow, as a dark veil;
waves in windy Odes, my heart's gain;
Obliterated I am, in a dance to mislay,
melodious Siren voices, flirt to retain;
Ironlike warrior, defender of her valor;
Equipotent, unassailable, of soul solid;
A deathly philosophy runs my candor;
On Lucent Destiny, from Charon stolid;
Persephone Maiden, warriors' beloved;
awaits on righteous paths, to accept,
my life-spent coerced, her hand gloved,
extends a Skull ring, betrothal to Sept!
Copyright © - G. V.- 02.19.2012
/ © PoemH.29919092
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Valley of Peace
God can help your heart to climb, a special place of peace of mind,
Up to that special mountain top, where all your worry seems to stop.
You let all problems roll behind, as you journey down the other side,
Down to a valley below of peace, where all your burdens truly cease.
This can be at The Savior’s feet, where our peace is made complete.
So cast your burdens on to Christ, who died for us to have New Life.
Peace, Christ wants to fill you with, as your New Life in Him you live.
And this New Life you have in Him, removes the burden of your sin.
Christ enables you to live each day, through The Spirit, on the way.
Powered by The Spirit of God, He protects you on the path you trod.
The Spirit gives you peace in life, that was attained by Jesus Christ.
In a trial, just call upon The Lord, and your burden won’t be ignored.
When you are upon a weary hill, your heart, with peace, He will fill.
And Christ’s peace will not stop, even after your feet reach the top.
For as you start back down the hill, His peace remains with you still.
Christ will never leave you friend, not even when you reach the end.
Soon you’ll be in the valley above, surrounded by His Eternal Love.
With no more weary hills to climb, as you enter a new world sublime.
Eternally in the presence of Christ, as He leads you into Eternal Life.
In the Eternal pasture of The Lord; guided by His Love forevermore.
Silence Oceans
Oceans of life,
Oceans in one's life
are wonderful,
Heart is one ocean
Brain is another ocean,
mind is the third,
Trifles are fourth,
Intelligence and wit make fifth,
wisdom and knowledge sixth,
God and Love are seventh!
Soul is the land,
Raised above these oceans
And look as their shore,
Every instant a wave of thought hits the shore!
High tides of happiness,
low tides of sorrow,
High tides of success,
Low tides of failure hit the shore!
Ego is that wind blowing,
Desires and pride are changing gravity
cause wave and tide!
Sometimes disappointment,
Or hurt ego,
can create storm and tsunami!
Silence in solitude,
become grand solitude,
Takes one to that altitude,
everything is cool in love and gratitude,
Peace incarnate in multitude,
In that great solitude,
When wind stops,
and become still,
When there is no movement Of Sun and Moon,
When everything comes to still,
No waves, no tides,
ocean meets shore, all in love,
No raising or falling tides,
No roar of chasing waves,
That is that grand silence,
Silence of All oceans,
When no bird fly or sing,
When no events,
they are
Time's own parents,
And time give birth to
Three tenses,
Past and future
compress the present,
Now lose pressure,
Present expands to eternal!
All merge in present
One is present in present tense only,
Both presence and absence,
Merge in that grand existence,
That is the grand silence,
That is the solitude,
Where no one to disturb,
Nothing can disturb,
Soul is immersed in the universal soul,
Mind goes out of universe and sees the grand truth,
Truth is that truth,
no false can never reach,
No false can never touch,
Universe infinite is not even atomic,
Because mind itself has grown,
fantastic and gigantic,
No atlantic, no antarctic,
Only ocean remains,
peaceful pacific
No reason to love,
No reason to hate,
No one can touch,
No arms can harm,
Listen to that drummer,
Beats drum continuously,
AUM AUM AUM,
Now in that silence of absolute solitude,
No drum, no AUM,
No drummer,
No judge's hammer,
No eternal vibration,
As one become one's own master!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Burden
Burden, bed, dud, den, run, rude, burn, red, due;
And like the time machine of your life!
But, it is also like soldier-crabs on the way to the sea;
Because you failed to marry me! !
Love and peace,
And for every 17 years!
But, who can stand this burden of your life? ! !
For the big animals live longer than the small animals,
And like the muse of your love in the land of joy.
Burden, rend, end, dub, bud, rub, ruin, rein, bur;
And like your sweet love in the rain!
But you failed to marry me,
And the soldeir-crabs came along to expose your muse to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Echidna
Eternal entities claim my time's burden,
as all our expectations return in Chaos,
a cause to sleep among Gaia's children,
monsters born eons ago, along with Eos.
Echidna-Adder; beautiful Gaia's daughter,
and Uranus; facial countenance of a deity,
and in a moment of admittance, serpent,
a deathly coil around your defense alterity.
Echidna will provoke and surrender venom,
in worlds, where her beauty is fantasized,
to reach her dark hidden aptitude phenom,
to taste her hedonism charisma edenized.
Echidna stares; to magnetize a hero's soul,
and dance; a perfect reward for prowess,
effused your life is in a cadaverous call,
softly in your stare she will devotedly hiss.
Cerberus, the guard dog of Hades, a curse
to encounter and to accept in dual forms
your mind and soul's under world obverse
offspring of Echidna and Typhoon storms.
Hera's gild chosen, I 'll kill monsters begotten
children of darkness, nightly poison droves
I, Heracles, their beseeched souls to molten,
under Colossal crags, and crimson cloves..
Echidna, though will live to bear monsters,
to keep heroes on labors, a constant strife
my Herculean soul is on Olympus boulders
her venomous excrement will quell their life.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Father To Friend
My Father, Savior, Lord and Friend, God is there, at every bend,
To go to Him is never a bother, as He cares for me like a Father,
Being the Eternal Creator, He loved me enough to be my Savior,
And as I journey with my Lord, nothing in my life, will be ignored,
For The Lord God is my Friend, walking with me through the end.
As my Father God cares for me, with care that goes into eternity,
My ways, my Father understands, for all my life, is in His Hands,
For all my life God is responsible, this as, He carries out His will,
Providing needs as a father would, as God's care is understood,
In ways beyond an earthly man; this, as I am in The Father's plan.
By my Savior, I was redeemed, through His Blood I was cleaned,
Redeemed from the market of sin, while given a New Life in Him;
On the cross Christ took my wrath, to put me on a different path,
From death, I was given life, through redemption, in Jesus Christ,
Because The Savior died for me, I now have a New Life, eternally.
As my Lord Christ is in control, of my mortal life and eternal soul,
Leading me by The Spirit of Christ, while God controls all my life,
Moving through my life to fulfill, not my own, but, The Lord's will,
While I'm obligated to my God, to be His witness wherever I trod,
This as my destiny's fully assured, through the power of my Lord,
As my Friend God walks with me, upon the path towards Eternity,
A real Friend Who is always there, to show me His Love and Care,
He, Who for me, suffered and died, now, daily walks by my side,
As my guide and a comfort too, as my trials He sees me through,
In ways I couldn't comprehend, without a Father, Lord and Friend.
How Much Better
I know God and God knows me, how much better could life be,
To know The God of Eternity, The One in control of my destiny,
Having a relationship with His Son, my Lord, as all is said done,
Knowing personally Jesus Christ, God will afford me eternal life.
Knowing the God of creation, He leads you on your destination,
With a path marked out for you, which He shall see you through,
Not alone in this life, instead, He’s planned your path well ahead,
And you’ll be led in this life, by the Great Shepherd Jesus Christ.
The One who’s with us all the way, never leaving us night or day,
When in God’s Spirit, we abide, Christ is there, right by our side,
God’s even near when we stray, as Christ’s Spirit is here to stay,
Dwelling in our hearts endlessly, until that time we reach Eternity.
Knowing there’s nothing we will face, without our Savior’s Grace,
Grace sufficient through anything, knowing Christ is Eternal King,
The One who sustains all we know, goes with us wherever we go,
Whether times are bad or good, He is with us, that’s understood.
Christ from me, shall not depart, as His Spirit dwells in my heart,
And Christ gave His Peace to me, so I could live life abundantly,
As I journey upon life’s byways, God fills me with joy and praise,
Knowing my way, He won’t forget, how much better could it get?
(Copyright ©03/2011)
Sunlit Path
I want the sunlit path to guide me to my destiny
Where life is raw and exciting
That rejuvenate my mind, body and soul
Where I can absorb the richness of small things
And let out my internal world of thoughts
To reconnect with peace and beauty
Where unspoken words and voices take shape
And splash light on my settled thoughts
Where wind of hope brings fresh breeze
And words have clear meanings.........
I want the sunlit path to guide me to my destiny
Where perfect pattern of life strengthen my soul
And give meanings to my lively dreams
And fresh air pours positive energy in the rush of emotions
Where I can feel the essence of joy and create peace
To release all negative thoughts
To get everlasting melodies of life
And enter into the world of love and inspiration
Where I learn to appreciate the moments of joy
And get ready to face another day...........
I want the Sunlit path to guide me to my destiny.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Sunprincess
The feminine star graces the earth with her presence
to know the light of her face is to know life itself
her absence is the darkness facing the absoluteness of death
the flowers of the gardens the street signs and the pavement
all creation radiates in warmth, nestled beneath her heaving breast
nourished always by the life giving milk, she offers, so generous and free
To know her is to know life itself, for she truly is inspiration for the heart.
Her embrace engulfs creation in its whole
her beauty shines for all eyes equally
to hear her speak is to her the voice of eternity
her laughter provides the spirit with unseen wings
her song of love is housed within the heart of all creation
brilliant blessings her words, wisdom bestowed between the lines
of rejoice and suffering
her compassionate breathe echos in hymns from the
mouths of men and woman equally
tenderness of touch warming to man or woman,
either way, in her grace gender roles are no matter,
with a longing for her comfort,
her presence preserves the confidence of man's raging heart
her love carries him through the epic internal quest for eternal peace
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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In the spirit of Rumi - 43 - The Poet
And they often said,
‘O poet, as you call yourself –
why are all your verses
to your divine Beloved, full
of ‘as’ and ‘like’? ’ –
‘Her lips are like red rubies, or as strawberries’…
‘Her neck, as slender as that of a running young gazelle’…
‘Her smile is like sun after rain’…
‘Why do you tempt us with these earthly things? ’
The poet said
‘Like’ and ‘as’ are the keys to heaven, no less:
there is no language spoken yet by men
equal to the language of Her presence –
my truest poetry is spoken in the moment when
I look upon her beauty, but stunned to silence –
but how then to praise her, tell of her
to those who never saw her beauty yet? …
and so, I take those things most familiar,
most dear to the senses of all mortal men,
saying, is this not beautiful? And yet, beyond all this
her beauty, which yet comprehends all sense,
all mind, all spirit, all love, all lovers, is her love…
and even when I do not say those words,
but, silent, let an image come of her:
‘A gazelle ran wide-eyed through my dream; and I awoke
with the taste of strawberries on my lips…’
then, I know myself to be blest by her,
and yet, the image but a teasing veil;
this is her immortal gift to poets –
to know their mortal failure, yet
to sing to men: I saw her but in passing…yet…
now, I am possessed of her, and sworn
the Beloved’s servant all my loving life…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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My immortal Love
Hiding within the feathers of an angels wing
My love waits, shy to the world
Content to fly, never wanting to stay
Until I met you
I have traded immortality for your kiss
A mortal kiss soft, moist, like the birth of a rainbow,
Leaving me with no fear
My sacrifice to love,
But love is a feast
And illusions dance in its shadow
And temptation has a price
For my angel danced with destiny
Now I stand on the precipice alone
An outcast from heaven
With broken wings that can fly no more
My dreams lay in the salt
Of a billion tears
This burden is mine to carry
To slow my walk through The Valley of death
For love is my cross
But it is a thing of beauty to show God
And perhaps within my suffering
He will understand
That love and loss is the price
We angels pay for
Living a mortal life.
poem by Steven Cooke
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Song
The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction
the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.
Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human--
looks out of the heart
burning with purity--
for the burden of life
is love,
but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.
No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love--
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
--cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:
the weight is too heavy
--must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.
The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye--
yes, yes,
that's what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.
poem by Allen Ginsberg
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The Grave of Her Secrets
The night fell upon you
Like a dead cold starlight
Flickering in daunted sputters
Your love found its heart: fear
And you are saddled again
In the cradle of your eternal burden
But do not let the night
Be the thief of your beautiful life
In spite of your apprehension
His arms never grew tired
This is the long haul and you
Will never perish in our dreams
Sybella: the lady of secrets,
You are yourself an enigma -
A bewilderment that shall be freed
With hopes of the future
Step into the light, dance.
Let the bones knit themselves
And live now completely
And let your shadow dance
Whilst you emancipate yourself
Bury the night and paint
Your sky with your own palette
Tonight, forgive yourself and
Reckon that you are only fenced
By the abundance of love.
Start anew,
Sep into the light,
Dance, dearest Sybella.
poem by Norman Santos
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Cantlets
The wind is blowing. In my blooming field
fragrant! So, I said, My heart be steady
my solitude blossoms latent to yield
a Sunday noon, dim oracle it was and shady
A lonely song cries, in the wind, I said,
brings a murmurous voice, she comes lithe,
and I respond, it is a feast, my timid wed,
my loneliness, loving was a Hades scythe.
I kindly my wrists, I said, I kindly offer,
to a deity that stares, that stares iced
in Hades, my life then will belong to her,
pastoral, lifeless I 'll wonder and demised.
So, I said, to mountains and clear springs,
I wanted to be free, with her to away fly,
a sempiternal wedding not to accept or rings
not to connect our destinies and see her cry.
I 'll be alone, my soul, I said, I 'll stay
next to melodic flowing sweetest rivulets
next to the greenest field I saw her sway
amid angelic voices, our house's cantlets.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Shroud of Destiny
Destiny
A foretelling
Your purpose in life
Stray away
Must not
Follow your dreams
Disregarded
Only one path
Destiny provides
At birth
Failure this
Concept is
Truth be told
Many paths
Lay in front
Hiding in the
Shroud of destiny
One purpose
One goal
One path
In life
No decisions
For you only the stars
Decide
poem by Tommy D'Attore
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Love said.. a paraphrase of a study group on Love
Love said,
I made you
Your body was conceived in love.
Your mind was conceived in love.
Your spirit was conceived in love.
I made your body to stand,
to walk, to dance, to make love
in love.
I made your senses
to touch love, to taste love,
to see love, to find space in love,
to hear love, everywhere
for I made everywhere
I made your mind
to know love’s substance
which no alteration finds,
to know the flow of love,
the fire of love, love in the air,
to hear what love speaks;
to know love in your reason,
to reason love;
to know why love is everywhere;
to know how to find love in hate;
to know why justice, mercy, grace, are love;
to know love in surrender;
to know how love turns faith to love;
to know love’s play in love’s creation;
to know that love is always now;
to know love's neighbour is yourself;
and when least visible,
to know love frees and balances;
to know why all seek love.
I made your spirit and your heart,
I made your very self
as every self
to be Myself; to show Myself;
Love said
I made you.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Goodbye to the night...
Distant echos invade my thoughts
A constant memorial of eternal desolation
A thousand times I've wandered these dreams
Such a haunting reminder of past lives lived
The memory of your smile feeds my appetite
A pulse of delight with every memory of you
The whisper of a gentle breeze sings your name
A thousand lifetimes lived with your essence
Every dance with you etched into my being
Each dream a spark of light in eternal darkness
No warmth remains except the memory of you
Emptiness overwhelms with no tears left to cry
A lost and lonely soul doomed to eternal dreams
My conscience heavy with the burden of blame
Am I the one who squandered Nirvana away?
Once more my soul whispers goodbye to the night
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Catafractos
Coal - dark nomadic eyes, under an icy sky,
a steppe robust stallion of wild breed canters,
a blowing Boreas wind, a whipping drizzle,
form of a winter tundra's frost, white embrace..
Form to oblate his destiny on own volition,
only exception maybe, his higher challenge,
to overpass his fortified scold ambition,
to master in a Gods forsaken earth's edge.
A cavalry paid mercenary, a Pontian Scyth,
warrior of Byzantine deathly squadrons,
his aptitude close to Charon's duel myth,
a great honor is to be war-slain by sword!
Two wolves run by his side, ready to clash,
howl to infinity, Orthodox Crucifix contrite,
their obstinacy will redeem his sword's slash,
astute dark Charon will be a visitor to invite.
A Catafraktos, his Acritas rank embossed,
to challenge of the expiation, Olympus offers,
to those who heard the call, in white frost,
where glory in extend relies on deathly embers.
Her spirit glow, a swarm of corax, will foresee
not an ambiguous destiny, but one he knows,
his mortal corpus, her guidance gild, to repartee,
to a cluster of Olympian Galaxy, in deathly vows.
A steppe advent in her dreams, his life slayed
a destiny where all gallantry gathers above,
to meet the precognition told, by a Pythian maid,
where her icy messages, became his love.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Silence (Part I)
Sometimes I see you as my child,
Sometimes I see you as my sweetheart,
And when I look into your eyes,
I see that tender and sweet smile,
And I want to say what’s in my heart,
And I want to tell you how I feel,
But my voice remains there, still,
And I just stare at your loving face,
And let the love from my heart,
Flow like a wild river in furious race,
to enfold your sweet and pure soul
with a sea of love and tenderness.
Sometimes there’s so much to say,
but nothing flows from my lips,
And only silence is there to stay,
And only the silence I should keep,
Because what I had to say was already said,
How words could express
never-ending love and tenderness?
How could I just say at one time,
I love you more than my own life?
And there remains the deep silence,
Silence and more silence,
to signal that divine presence,
of my silent love; my heart’s essence.
But this silence is not empty silence,
when divine love fills all my senses,
when nature’s beauty colours your soul,
and fades away all pity and woe.
Because when there is silence,
you can hear the silent language,
the heavenly music of my heart’s song,
God’s eternal music He’s been playing all along,
And in that silence you’ll hear my song,
The endless tune that my love sings,
with the sweetest notes in your luscious dreams,
which eternally flow like endless streams.
(2009)
poem by Roberto Echanes
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