Cyclic dance of the entrance (Nafaka)
a silk made fabric beyond the arch
like a scarf made of stars
the smell of the snow through October and the wind
the street I live in smells of bad perfume
the house I live carries a damp smell
the treetops my birds live in
shoke all of their nests
will there remain any trace
the graves will sing the way the cradles can?
a silk made fabric beyond the arch
like a scarf made of stars
will be torn by night?
the moon will start dancing beyond the arch
the dance of love and hate
pain and bliss
cyclic dance of the entrance
nad svodom tkanina svilena
ko marama satkana od zvijezda
brise pred sobom
miris snijega kroz oktobar i vjetar
brise pred sobom
ulicu u kojoj zivim mirise na lose parfeme
brise pred sobom
kucu u kojoj stanujem mirise na memle
krosnje u kojima stanuju moje ptice
stresle su sva gnijezda
dali ce ostati tragovi
dali ce propjevati grobovi
kao sto placu kolijevke
nad svodom tkanina svilena
ko marama satkana od zvijezda
pocijepace je noc
nad svodom vec zaigra Mjesec
vjecnu igru ljubavi i mrznje
radosti i bola
ciklicni ples ulaska
vjecnu dramu ulaska
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Svemir
za samo jedan korak ustuknuo je dan
i pred njim
prevelik da bi bio nijem nemir
i pred njim
prastara da bi ćutala tišina
i pred njom
preuzan za prostore san
i pred njim
suviše procvala za buđenje tmina
i pred njom
beskrajan svemir
1996.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The night of mine (Nafaka)
like a pale cracking shadow of the Moon, my night
like a thought of an infinity below a starlit arch, my night
like a murmur of distant lonely silences, my night
like a breathing dying out under the pillow of pain, my night
like an evening star trown into a well, my night
like an abyss of heigths being silenced by the bottom, my night
like shivering of hours at the edge of the knife, my night
like windy wings in unspreadness, my night
like a whisper cut off from the quivering lips, my night
like fingers weaving the webs of the reveiled, my night
like a dawn of darkness, my night
kao blijedilo iskricave sjenke Mjeseca
noc moja
kao misao beskraja pod zvjezdanim svodom
noc moja
kao vreva dalekih usamljenih tisina
noc moja
ko minulo disanje pod jastukom od bola
noc moja
kao vecernja zvijezda spustena u bunare
noc moja
kao sunovrat u visine sto ih cuti dno
noc moja
kao treperenje sati na ostrici noza
noc moja
kao klepet leprsavih krila u nesklopljenosti
noc moja
kao sapat otkinut sa uzdrhtalih usana
noc moja
kao prsti koji pletu mreze razotkrivenosti
noc moja
kao svitanje tmine
noc moja
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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We made them dance
This is how I made you
I took the fibres of black
Spread the twinkling of my heart
Across your body
To make the most beautiful night in the world
I spinned it round and round
Made it dance the river dance
Made it dance the morning dance
Made it dance the evening dance
I made it dance
This is how you made me
You took the fibres of red
Spread the beating of your blood
Across my body
To make the most beautiful love in the world
You spinned it round and round
Made it dance the dance of your seed
Made it dance the dance of your touch
Made it dance the dance of your breath
You made it dance
That's why
The eagle was flying
The sea was foaming
The ground was singing
Children were laughing
Fires were burning
Across the hearths
We made them dance
Ovako sam te stvorila
Uzeh tkanice crnog
I prosuh treptaje svog srca niz tvoje tijelo
Da stvorim najljepšu noc ovoga svijeta
Zavrtjeh je ukrug ukrug
Da pleše ples rijeke
Da pleše ples jutra
Da pleše ples veceri
Da pleše
Ovako si me stvorio
Uze tkanice crvenog
Prosu otkucaj svoje krvi niz moje tijelo
Da stvoriš najljepšu ljubav ovoga svijeta
Zavrtio je ukrug ukrug
Da pleše ples tvog sjemena
Da pleše ples tvog dodira
Da pleše ples tvog daha
Da pleše
I zato je
Orao letio
More se pjenilo
Zemlja je pjevala
Djeca se smijala
I vatre ognjištem gorjele
Oni su plesali zbog nas
2010. (We made them dance)
©Miroslava Odalovic
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Delete (Nafaka)
What a morning said
I do not remember
What happened yesterday
I do not remember
Cruelty of sunrise
I do not remember
The drama of entrance
I do not remember
The drama of exit
I do not remember
The tragedy of being cried
I do not remember
The comedy of being laughted
I do not remember
Putting on sense into the shoes
I do not remember
Putting on the morning into a little shirt of light
The hair unleashed in front of the mirror
The roads that tread on their own steps
I do not remember anything
An extinguished candle above the graves
The first cry out of the life’s womb
Being broken before God
Staying away from the answers
I don’t remember anything
sta je reklo jutro ne sjecam se
sta je bilo juce ne sjecam se
okrutnosti svitanja ne sjecam se
drame ulaska ne sjecam se
drame izlaska ne sjecam se
tragedije otplakanoti ne sjecam se
komedije odsmijanosti ne sjecam se
nicega ne sjecam se
obuvanja smisla u cipele trajanja
oblacenja jutra u kosuljicu svjetlosti
rasplitanja kose ispred ogledala
puteva sto gaze sopstvene korake
nicega ne sjecam se
gasenja svijeca iznad grobova
prvog placa iz utrobe zivota
slomljenosti pred Bogom
uzmicanja pred odgovorima
nicega ne sjecam se
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Who I Am
You don't like my hair,
You don't like my dress.
You think I'm wrong;
That you know best.
Think you know better.
Think you got it all.
And right now,
My back's against the wall.
You say I should be here;
But I really should be there.
Come to think of it now,
I should be nowhere.
You say how I should live:
What, when, where, how.
But I'm telling you,
Back off right now.
I was made to praise God,
To live, love, and be free.
God made me:
He made me to be me.
Twasn't to be,
Chasing the stars.
Twasn't to be,
Who you are.
I was made to be me,
With none other alike.
So take a hint
And take a hike.
Made to praise,
Made to live,
Made to love,
Made to give.
Made like no other,
Made by the great I AM.
Just a unique worm,
That's who I am.
So take a deep breath and swallow...
This is who I am.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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A wish
I wish I could die like a plant
To silently fade out and never let my voice
I wish I could live like a plant
To close my buds facing the knowledge of pain
I wish I could walk the earth unheard
To sneak among the trees and spikes
I wish I could be silent
Like a plant
Želja
Voljela bih da umrem kao biljke
Da se tiho gasim i glasa od sebe da ne dam
Voljela bih da živim kao biljke
Da sklopim latice pred spoznajom boli
Voljela bih da necujno hodam zemljom
Da se šunjam kroz drvece i klasja
Voljela bih da mogu da cutim
Kao biljke
1991.
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Chrone
Chrone
A big watchmaker
Clocked endlessness
Within the circle of his own limits
Chrone
A big watchmaker
Never sharpened his own hands
Chrone
A big watchmaker
Repeatedly cleaned
His own mechanisms
Chrone
A big watchmaker
Stood at the entrance
Self-determined
Self-encaged
Hron
Veliki casovnicar
Otkucavao je beskraj
U krugu svojih granica
Hron
Velki casovnicar
Nikada nije ostrio
Svoje kazaljke
Hron
Veliki casovnicar
Stajao je na ulazu
Samim sobom omedjen
Samim sobom odredjen
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Leather and Silk
It was a dance
at least I think it was
the silk scarf
drawn across her face
til only her eyes were revealed
having in them that playful gleam
only love play brings.
She took the scarf
allowing it to play
across her hips
which moved unseen behind the silk
making the scarf move
buffed by unseen promises..
It slithered up between her breasts
languishing upon her shoulders bare
then suddenly twirling
about her head
her laughing
a crystal laugh
spinning
round
wrapping her self in the silken wave
a twirling dervish
of light and perfume.
I rise
my back straight
fixing her gaze
advancing
hypnotized by her eyes
fixing me
capturing me
inside her now close breath
exhaling;
scarf thin is the space
between
and we both breathe shared air
inhale and exhaled waves
mutually taken in;
we both now light of head
with heat
and intoxicating oxygens
diving deep with
lung cavities
where they dance and swirl
exhale
and set themselves to receive
new incoming
exhilarations.
The eyes now closed
the scarf comes up again
circling my neck;
she taking both ends
drawing me close
eyes never leaving mine
frozen time
her body
was now my body
and I hers.
We two
now at short scarf length
twirl
my belt
now in play
encircling her neck;
my leather;
her silk;
joined
as our hearts play.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Arch
one longs
to be at the middle of
the arch
door,
arch hands falling
on the side of the
hips,
gaze maps out
the other leg of the
arch
door, and finds ultimately
the source
of restlessness
the air is the
suspect
why the room is
confused
it thinks that it is
a boat at sea and there is
a storm
that causes its
vertigo
the nauseous philosophy
of the lost
existentialist
embracing pain hoping to
find the window
a frame of reference
a space between
where the jump has to
be made
at last...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Crone/Hron
Crone
A big watchmaker
Clocked endlessness
Within the circle of his own limits
Crone
A big watchmaker
Never sharpened his own hands
Crone
A big watchmaker
Repeatedly cleaned
His own mechanisms
Crone
A big watchmaker
Stood at the entrance
Self-determined
Self-encaged
Hron
Veliki casovnicar
Otkucavao je beskraj
U krugu svojih granica
Hron
Velki casovnicar
Nikada nije ostrio
Svoje kazaljke
Hron
Veliki casovnicar
Stajao je na ulazu
Samim sobom omedjen
Samim sobom odredjen
2009.
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Kiss, Kiss
Driving down the highway,
In her brand new Porsche,
Big sunglasses on,
Her silk scarf blowing in the wind.
A bag of money,
In the back seat,
The zip is down,
She leaves a cloud of money.
Her jewelled hands,
Clutch the leather wheel,
Her big white teeth,
Grin through her big red lips.
The brakes malfunction,
And the car flips,
A cloud of dust and dollars,
Her silk blood stained scarf billows in the wind.
© Michael Moorcroft October 18th 2009
poem by Michael Moorcroft
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We Were Made For Each Other
By carole bayer and george fischoff
I wanted you from the first day I saw you,
The first day I looked into your eyes.
Thats when I knew that I would adore you.
It was no surprise.
We were made for each other
As the stars were made for the sky.
We were made for each other
No other love have i.
You took my hand. was then you had known it?
Was that when you started loving me?
Was it the way I smiled that had shown it?
Was that the day you could see?
We were made for each other
As the stars were made for the sky.
We were made for each other
No other love have i.
We were made for each other
As the stars were made for the sky.
We were made for each other
No other love have i.
song performed by by Monkees
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A Dance Made For 2
A Dance Made For 2:
I walk over to this lady,
I've had my eyes on her for awhile now,
And asked her...
'This dance was made for 2,
So, would you be my partner?
I don't want just anyone,
But you,
And only you.'
'This dance,
Is only for 2,
Would you join me in this Tango?
For it is you who I only want tonight,
And possible forever, as well.'
'I've noticed you ever since you came through that door,
And only you,
And now,
I want to dance this dance,
With you,
And only you,
For it was made for 2,
So will you?
Dance this dance with me,
Since it calls for only 2? '
She extended her hand out to me,
I tock it greatly,
And then..
We started to dance the dance that was made for 2 :) ...
poem by Sherry Painter
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God
{b-side of purple rain}
In the beginning, there was god
He made the earth, and the heavens
He gave us light to rule the day
And another light to rule the night
The lord, thy god
Made, he made the seas
He made the fruit upon the trees
When he saw, when he saw that it was good
He made a man, made a man
Only he could, only he could
God made u
God made me too
He made us all
Made us all equally
Now u say
God made u
God made me
He made us all equally
Wake up children
Dance the dance electric
There isnt much time
Who screamed?
Was it u?
song performed by by Prince
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Dreamt of in a thought (Nafaka)
we are all made of words
fragile sewing
we are all made of stars
shiny sewing
we are all made of stone
solid endlessly
we are all made
of a grass leave
seen by the matter
we are all made of breath
endlessly breathing
we are all made of waiting
dreamt of in a thought
dreamt of in a thought
dreamt of in a thought
od rijeci smo svi
sasiveni krhko
od zvijezda smo svi
sjajem obrubjeni
od kamena smo svi
cvrstinom u nedogled
od travke smo svi
sagledani u tvar
od daha smo svi
disanjem u nedogled
od cekanja smo svi
mislju odsanjani
mislju odsanjani
mislju odsanjani
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Rip Up The Threads
We're all in this together.
We never were alone.
We've just been told
we're different.
And so the words were sewn
into a fabric, sewn up tight
by the dirty hands with the needle
and the threads became the grime.
It made the fabric
and wove the shame
into it tightly
without any name.
For without a name
there's just a blank space,
no visible face
to cast the blame on.
Rip up the threads.
Rip it in shreds.
Each race take a thread
and pull it apart.
Your common purpose
will be what you see.
And peace will finally start.
Love will be there
for we're creatures from God
that wants us to share
in a fabric made of love.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Bombollini
Sing a song of love to me
Sing out, sing out
Shes the one who made me free
Sing out, sing out
cos she made me smile
And she made me love
Oh she made me laugh
And she made me dance
Bombo!
Little pearl inside the shell
Come out, come out
From deep down in my wishing well
Sing out, sing out
cos you made me smile
And you made me love
And you made me laugh
And you made me dance
Bombo!
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Smell Of Money
(intro)
One more day, with a tumble fall,
Down the money pit, with nothing to show
Hey hey yeah
Another twist, in the horror tale
Its an open coffin, that needs one more nail
Smell of money
Maybe Im a victim, (soft silk and bamboo? )
Maybe its the smell of money
Attracts me to you...
Hey hey yeah money
Two clean shirts
Im out on bail
As the barroom baits
They start to wail
The smell of money
Maybe Im a victim, (soft silk and bamboo? )
Maybe its the smell of money,
That brings me to you
Stretched out across the ceiling
? ? domes shimmer and glow
Golden citadels
While the autumn wind billows and flows
(instrumental)
Dancing nights, in the lost and found
Move really nice to that money sound
Smell of money, smell of money,
Smell of money, smell of money
I need
I bleed
(sudden stop)
song performed by by Ufo
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The Smell Of Money
(intro)
One more day, with a tumble fall,
Down the money pit, with nothing to show
Hey hey yeah
Another twist, in the horror tale
It's an open coffin, that needs one more nail
Smell of money
Maybe I'm a victim, (Soft silk and bamboo?)
Maybe it's the smell of money
Attracts me to you...
Hey hey yeah money
Two clean shirts
I'm out on bail
As the barroom baits
They start to wail
The smell of money
Maybe I'm a victim, (Soft silk and bamboo?)
Maybe it's the smell of money,
that brings me to you
Stretched out across the ceiling
?? Domes shimmer and glow
Golden citadels
While the autumn wind billows and flows
(instrumental)
Dancing nights, in the lost and found
Move really nice to that money sound
Smell of money, smell of money,
smell of money, smell of money
I need
I bleed
(sudden stop)
song performed by by Ufo
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Dance With Me...
Do you dance? Will you dance with me for
the rest of our lives?
I shall dance with you, through trouble times.
I shall dance with you in the dark of night.
We shall dance and skate on a rainy day.
We shall skip and dance our worries away.
We will dance with our children, and our friends,
through life.
Dance, yes we will, in laughter or tears.
Dance, on the stage of life, that we live.
Dance, through the hardships and troubles of life.
And will you dance with me, thou I am sad?
For I know that dance, will make me glad.
And when you weep, fear not my love,
I'll dance you to a happy place.
We'll dance among a field of flowers,
as the stars above, become our shower.
And the moon shall smile as it sees us dance,
two in love...twirling a ballet of life.
And do you say, will we tire of our dance? Na,
for with you as my love...life is a ball. Life is a dance
of love... that shall never end.