We made love
A hummingbird rotated its wings
Making an empty circle
On the glassy sky.
Its real image, on my retina,
Became unreal
In the glassy mirror.
We became two images merging
In dancing moonlights,
Our souls were deconstructed into colors
We could create the highlight.
We closed our eyes feeling that we are not existent.
We opened them feeling that we are still existent.
Your love slipped between my seconds.
Suddenly, I began to feel your skin.
It was amazing.
I remember this, the touch.
It was more than love
In our secret.
Now, when I see a hummingbird
Rotating its wings
I am thankful to you
Because you gave me a chance to understand
Love's pure meaning.
This is why it is still real
And still existent.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Hummingbird, I Am A..
Perch atop a windmill kick,
You jovial hummingbird.
Hummingbird dance,
Hummingbird fly.
Hummingbird prance,
Hummingbird pry.
Hummingbird swift as a gruesome lance,
Hummingbird quipped like a dirty lie.
Hummingbird, give me a chance,
Hummingbird, you are a reason to vie.
Guffaw below the Sunlight’s trick.
You dismal hummingbird.
Hummingbird advance,
Hummingbird cry
Hummingbird of chance,
Hummingbird, die.
Hummingbird agile, like a brown, lucid avalanche.
Hummingbird drips like a resilient murky tributary.
Hummingbird, spare me an incendiary prose.
Hummingbird, care to give me a limerick? A rose?
Hummingbird, I will introduce myself
I’ve arrived without a moniker
Nor a sobriquet for you to call me
Only think of me – I plead
As a hummingbird-maniac.
A hummingbird fanatic.
And I have come
To get you.
poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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Hummingbird
Theres a yellow flower by your bed
Sadly droopin its perfumed head
So you wont smell it, I know what youll miss
And theres a hummingbird, a hummingbird,
A hummingbird, a hummingbird,
Oh theres a hummingbird singing.
There is the hat you made, the clothes you wore
Lying down on the cold, dirty floor.
The colors are fading, theyll never shine again.
And theres a hummingbird, a hummingbird,
A hummingbird, a hummingbird,
Oh theres a hummingbird singing.
Now the road is turning gray,
Theres a shadow where you once lay.
Theyll find it tomorrow, and think you went alone.
But theres a hummingbird, a hummingbird,
A hummingbird, a hummingbird,
Ah theres a hummingbird crying.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Searching the truth
Nothingness of negation or
Negation of nothingness....
In self, we are the negation of nothingness,
But we allow the nothingness for self.
We allow the nothingness of consciousness
As a perpetual flight of the being.
We exist in self and we exist for self,
In a cartesian duality,
In a latin con-cretum,
When the certain being surpasses that being toward nothingness.
If Jesus did not exist,
the Christians would not be existent,
But Christians are existent.
No one can deny Jesus, as Son of the God,
And say that He is non-existent, at the same time,
As Son of The God,
Because no one can deny something that
Is non-existent,
As no one can deny the real essence of the existent.
The non-existent things are part of the reality.
He is existent in the Christian's mind.
He is non-existent in other's mind.
He is in idea.
There are too many wars for this idea..
Negation of nothingness
Lead to nothingness of negation
In a double negation.
Jesus is necessary for salvation,
Jesus is essential for salvation.
We need to be sanctified,
We need to be better than we are.
Without the assertion of existence,
The negation cannot destroy it.
We have a metaphysical necessity,
While God has His necessity of Himself.
And what would be the purity of intention
And the truth
Without this?
The denial of noes, which means fertilization, at Hegel,
The absolute duty to tell the truth, at Kant...
The human lie at Schopenhauer.
The existence and the non-existence,
Seemingly, an irreconcilable antithesis....
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Hummingbird (Live)
Once upon most every morning
I woke up to her flying there
Hummingbird was making blows of
Blowing rings of purple in the air
All the while
I was trying to keep her there
Now Im man enough to leave
Man enough to always care
Hummingbird
Hummingbird
Thats all I heard
Thats my hummingbird
Just because I said I didnt want her
Doesnt mean I want her to go
In fact, I quite depended on her
But that I didnt want her to know
Now thats shes gone I know
All the while
I was trying to keep her there, ya
Now man enough to leave
Man enough to always care
Hummingbird
Hummingbird
Thats all I heard
Thats my Hummingbird
Hummingbird
Hummingbird
Is it too late
Too late, hummingbird?
song performed by by John Mayer
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Every Butterfly Gets Her Wings
when i grow up i want to be a hummingbird
that way every butterfly may get her wings
let me quaff from the sweetest flowers
and when she strokes her wings let the world feel her power
both perpetually in perfect harmony
sharing the same vulnerability
confronting the same reality
let my vigor bring the sun forth
and may she accompany all eternal souls
may we forever dance in the wind
i the hummingbird and her the butterfly that got her wings
poem by Raymond Valadez
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A New Time Was Born
I approached you
And the flash light
Of your voice embraced me.
It was somewhere, near the divine idea.
I hadn't met you before, but
When we united our voices
To be together in this way,
I felt the eternity floating in the air,
That kind of white eternity
In which, everyone wants to stay.
So many people crowded in between us
That we seemed to be two points on a world map.
So long was the distance in between us
That we seemed to live
One at the North Pole
And the other one at the South Pole.
It was the time when
The sun was declining beneath the blue horizon
In a ring of fire
And the moon was rising in the same sky,
And the coming night was embracing
The leaving day.
It was our twilight.
It was the time when
The stars began to
Appear on a new dark sky.
I began to be afraid of losing you.
I took the elapsed seconds
To hang them on the 'Lyre' constellation.
The existent seconds flowed into there
With a terrible rapidity,
Letting those, which were new to come to life.
A new time was born,
In which, we became existent one for each other.
I felt that you wanted to touch me.
I heard a tenderness in your voice.
Our feelings flowed into
The 'Bird of Paradise' constellation.
Suddenly, a rain of stars began to fall down.
I didn't know if it was a real rain of stars
Or a firework, I didn't know
Whether we could really embrace each other,
But I felt
That I was irreversibly transformed
Into another new woman.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Pygmalion And Galatea
Your sight was poignantly penetrating
me within. Your blue eyes were even more
bittersweet in that opaque singleness, our
touch was like a sadness piano song. I did
not know when you really wanted to exist
for yourself while pretending to be existent. I
kissed you and you thought that it was only a
kiss, but I wanted to swallow your silence and
to blow into the air your defense. You were
dying inside of you. You loved me in this
secret room of ours. We could understand our
existence. That room kept us hidden from
the whole world for a second. In our
dream, we became free. We tried to free
our mind and our souls, but our dream couldn't
generate any idea. We made love for no
other reason but to love each other. I
became a milky white ivory Galatea of
yours.You made me your woman for
that sense of belonging. I needed that, I
wanted my own metamorphosis. I became
that Galatea not being able to leave the
love cell. In your absence, I became that
Galatea wallowing in hopelessness,
understanding that the sadness was the
only thing really existent inside. I became
that Galatea wanting to see again your green-blue
loving eyes. You became that Pygmalion of mine,
for without me.....you.....
poem by Marieta Maglas
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My first love
Chirping birds
Trembling leaves
In the middle of the darkness
Yearning for something
Warm breeze of summer
And rush of the sea
A shiver inside
This love still existent
After so many years
An intense chemistry
And psychic emotion
A pure illuminated state of mind
And a real enlightenment
Of our souls
Only with you.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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No Other Feeling's Like It
I like it!
To be held.
To be hugged,
And understood.
I like it!
That one on one,
Knowing what is done...
Is good.
I like it!
When it's real.
And I feel,
I am and can be...
Loved.
I like it!
When it's real.
And I feel,
I am and can be...
Loved.
No other feeling's quite like love.
And I like it when it's real,
And Love.
No other feeling's quite like love.
And I like it when it's real,
And Love.
No other feeling's like it.
And I like it!
No other feeling's like it.
And I like it!
No other feeling's quite like love.
And I like it when it's real,
And Love.
No other feeling's like it.
And I like it...
When it's real.
And I feel,
I am and can be...
So loved.
I am and I can I be loved!
There is nothing that compares to love.
No there's nothing quite exciting as love.
The feeling that I wish is to love.
No other feeling's quite like love.
No other feeling's like it to love.
No there's nothing quite exciting as love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Help Me
I love David, but he lives so far away from me. In
fact, he lives in his own world and I know that he
doesn't know me. I saw his picture in a book. I know
I'm not existent for ‘im, but I love ‘im so much. He's
existent for me. I want to meet ‘im to make this love
become real, but I read all his books and I know that
I have no chance. Even so, I still want to do this. I must
hide my intentions, firstly. Yes, I know what I have to do.
I'll send ‘im a letter writing that I want to meet ‘im for
a different reason. I‘ll lie. He will believe me. It ‘ll be an
ideal lie. Slowly, I can become his ideal woman. In time, I hope
that he'll fall in love with me. Apparently, the feelings of
love will come from ‘im, and I'll be that person needing
time to think about this. My thoughts will ne'er be an open
book for ‘im, because my little lie can fail. I can play this game
all my life ne'er letting ‘im discover the naked truth. I can hide
my consciousness. It is easy for me to do this, but I don't know
if I can lie about myself all life. Probably, I'll become an old
woman lying herself to survive. I don't know how many years
I can keep my consciousness in this sad ontological duality
Between being myself and being someone else in his eyes, at
the same time. I know that it ain't good what I'm doing, but
I'm desperately in love with ‘im. I remember that Descartes
wrote that ''we perceive ideas as objects''. Even I'm so
desperately in love with ‘im, I cannot accept this love to
become the object of my lie. Moreover, I cannot deny myself,
even I love my writer so much. My mother told me once that
she thinks that love belongs only to human beings. She said
that love is God becoming feelings inside of us. I remember
that I replied that love is in itself, because even God loves us.
I told her about Cusanus, who wrote that 'the world is not God
but is not anything other than God'. ''Much more than love, God
is truth, she said, because He is ''the fullness of being'." Yes'', I said,
‘'He is uncreated and creates, He gives being out o' nothing after
negating His antithetical nothingness''. I was so happy in that
moment being with God and waiting for a miracle to happen. Now,
those beautiful words seemingly lost their meaning for me. I can
see myself in the future, a very sad woman.I don't want my
consciousness to become a negation. I'm afraid o' this, while being
aware that my love is dying in self. If I wouldn't have Eckhart in my mind,
probably I'd have more courage.I love David and I'm so unhappy!
poem by Marieta Maglas
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What Real Love Has To Do With The Lust?
These days everybody uses word love to express his or her feeling
But the problem is majority of them don’t know the real love meaning
What real love has to do with the lust?
If you get confused between love and lust, you are going to pay the price, whatever the cost
Remember, one of the most important part of your life is your feeling
So, when it comes to the real love, you better watch out with whom you are dealing
Real love requires sacrifices, respect, caring, forgiveness and trust
If you attracted to someone solely for your looks, that’s not the love, that’s a pure lust
This poem has a message especially for young people and teenage
Because lust, not the real love is the most popular one at this age
You can easily involve in a bad relationship
If every time someone claims, that loves you and you give away your heart so easy and so cheap
unfortunately, the teenage girls are the most victims of the lust
So, you better get your college degree first, then you mature enough to know, when it comes to real love, who you should trust
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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The Primordial One
The Primordial One is immanent, while He’s never transcendent
And this existent world, at the beginning, was only His vision.
The Lord has Being to create his vision-world without lightweight
For this real world of Becoming, with His meticulous precision.
At the beginning, we were His imagination; we were a reason for creation
And, only for being with Him, He made us, in time, to become so real.
Tower of Babel wasn’t an illusion, when people suffered tongues confusion,
God isn’t an illusion in our perfection, when His plans He wants to reveal.
We are in our Apollinian illusion, when we think that God means confusion
And our own perfectionism we try to reach in the mean time.
But in the reality of our Apollinian confusion, God is no longer an illusion.
In this ache of Being and in this agony of Becoming, He’s sublime.
To reach our perfection we sing a hymn, we need to be with Him,
Because when we are not with Him, we are in the illusion of Being.
Without transmogrifying us, to transfigure Him, sometimes, we have a whim,
Because we need to understand our illusory own perfection in wellbeing.
We try to put ourselves in His place, in order to understand His grace
We need the Dionysian illusion of Being to experience the world we know.
In both Dionysian and Apolllinian illusions, we jump to our conclusions.
We are illusory Primordial Beings creating our Apollinian powerful show.
I am this person staring back from His mirror at me, I want existent to be.
I want to identify this image with myself and to realize who I really am.
Because of my sins I lost my serenity, I have a sense of my mistaken identity.
I was His dream, I am His child and for saving me He sent me His lamb.
Everyone is dreaming, but it seems that no one really believes in dreams.
One by one we need to wake up out of our own illusions of self.
The world of minds is the God's mental projection, it has interconnection.
Without this major pervasive reality, the world is not existent in itself.
The sufferings of people can be for some an illusory space, having no grace,
And they live in their own world of solely material realities without restricts.
Others believe in the world, which is non-physical and it's essentially spiritual,
They need a mental, spiritual and moral dimension to life, without conflicts.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Forever the Angel
I was an angel
A star
Something above the rest
But now, I’m gone
Non-existent
And alone
A broken halo
Only one wing
The non-existent angel
The demon
Forever
poem by Beth Turrall
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Hummingbird
Hummingbird! keep on humming your wings,
With lavender feathered wings hover in wind.
Nectar of sweet petals sweeten your hymn,
Just in half syllables, is your chirping chime.
On a tree near brook, sitting in the serenity
You sigh for your mate, one who is celebrity.
You see his show of swoop before resonating
affirmation of acceptance for your mating.
Our contract is for this spring and not forever
I know little creature this is what you whisper.
In architected nest two pretty pearls are laid;
In three months, have to become hummingbird.
Mate of mankind, you are the love teacher.
Perhaps they gave idea of the helicopter.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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My Love Is Not Like A Poem
the years of experience
of being real, concrete as
cemented pavements, real as
these hands that are warm
and callous, love has not become
like a poem
where metaphors are written
for more understanding
pulsating hearts
and other nuances of
sly literature, words, and more words,
and more connotations and denotations
of this image and that image
this scent of roses and colors of sunsets
too beautiful to behold in our mortal
eyes and bleeding hearts
my love is real, it feeds on love and thrives
on your love, my love is real like stones
i hurl and disturbs the calm waves
of the sea,
my love is not like a poem
need i say, it is more than any poem
beyond metaphors
and images, the face that i touch
the lips that i kiss, and the night
cold enough for us to think
that we badly need this hug.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love
You touch me and hug me
So deep
And I feel that the world
Is no longer existent,
It is quintessentially changed.
It is composed only of us,
Me and you
And our love.
Can you be the one for me?
Can you be the love of my life?
You penetrate into my very being
And you penetrate through my whole being,
I feel you in my whole molecular structure
And we can create a sacred space, a new Sacred Eden.
I'm yours
And nothing else matters.
We become entwined as never,
Especially when
The life explodes
In both of us,
Enlightening our souls
And sanctifying our bodies,
These temples belonging to our Lord.
Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.
2010
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Domino - Jessie J
I'm feeling sexy and free
Like glitter's raining on me
You're like a shot of pure gold
I think I'm bout to explode
I can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air
Now I'm breathing like I'm running cause you're taking me there
Don't you know...you spin me out of control
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
We can do this all night
Damn this love is skin tight
Baby come on
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Boomin' like a bass drum
Sparkin' up a rhythm
Baby, come on!
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
Every second is a highlight When we touch don't ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight Take me down like I'm a domino
You got me losing my mind
My heart beats out of time
I'm seeing Hollywood stars
You strum me like a guitar
I can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air
Now I'm breathing like I'm running cause you're taking me there
Don't you know...you spin me out of control
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
We can do this all night
Damn this love is skin tight
Baby come on
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Boom'n like a bass drum
Sparkin' up a rhythm
Baby, come on!
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
Every second is a highlight
When we touch don't ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby dancing in the moonlight
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby dancing in the moonlight
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby dancing in the moonlight
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
Every second is a highlight
When we touch don't ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
poem by Monj Miyashiro
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Don't Say You Love Me
I've seen this place a thousand times
I've felt this all before
And every time you call
I've waited there as though you might not call at all
I know this face I'm wearing now
I've seen this in my eyes
And though it feels so great I'm still afraid
That you'll be leaving anytime
We've done this once and then you closed the door
Don't let me fall again for nothing more
Don't say you love me unless forever
Don't tell me you need me if you're not gonna stay
Don't give me this feeling
I'll only believe it
Make it real or take it all away
I've caught myself smiling alone
Just thinking of your voice
And dreaming of your touch is all too much
You know I don't have any choice
Don't say you love me unless forever
Don't tell me you need me if you're not gonna stay
Don't give me this feeling
I'll only believe it
Make it real or take it all away
We've done this once and then you closed the door
Don't let me fall again for nothing more
Don't say you love me unless forever
Don't tell me you need me if you're not gonna stay
Don't give me this feeling
I'll only believe it
Make it real or take it all away
Don't tell me you need me if you're not gonna stay
Don't give me this feeling
I'll only believe it
Make it real or take it all away
Take it all away
Or take it all away
song performed by by The Corrs from Talk On Corners
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Your love is precious to me......
Your love is more precious than diamond
Your love is more valuable than gold
Your love is brightening my life
Your love is means so much to me
Your love is making me complete and whole
Your love is an unimaginable love to love
Your love is an unlocked door for me
Your love is a secret with my drunken love
Your love is like a sun that can melt my heart
Your love is dancing when I look at you
Your love is making body language when I touch you
Your love is feeling shyness when I am in you
Your love is so beautiful and cares for me.
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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It’s The Real Thing
This isn’t a rainbow that’s out of reach,
or a castle floating in the air.
This is the real thing, a serous love,
and not a hit and miss affair.
This isn’t a chance at a desperate romance,
it’s love, real love, from the heart.
It’s new, it’s fresh, it’s pure happiness,
and it hurts whenever we’re apart.
I never thought that I’d ever get caught
by love’s labyrinth of bliss,
but the feelings I feel are so radically real
love can’t get any better than this.
It’s completely insane, with its joy and pain,
but the two go together as one.
It teases and torments, with its emotive elements,
but there’s no worse feeling when it’s gone.
poem by Orlando Belo
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