Mountains mute peaked in birds on the pines
They spread their wings in the last of eagle’s flights
Over the whiteness in blanked bloom of time
That tells of no end fulfilled
Will there be anything to melt down with the snow
The question seals each move
In echoes of too human tribes
Bespoken we were by the Holy Spirit Writ
Left broken we grew in new words knit
Silk woven soft tender of no pain
Soil down torn down we shall rise again
Harmony sung souls well hailed hearts
That never were amiss
©Miroslava Odalović
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We Woke In First Dawn
We woke in first dawn
in many dawns thereafter
in time we touched hearts minds
in time we gave pure love
to all who would receive
in time we wrote our souls
upon strands link symmetry
dew dropp diamond cobwebs
sparkles rainbow ripe pearls
mists quiet perfection seams rainy
in time we spun sunlit silk words
to catch songs sung mellow light rays
time touch minds with texture perception
vast wealth written taste creative nature
sing souls back to great spirit harmony
dedication to poetic detail soft sings
inspires creation into artistic conception
we gift holy spirit love healing vibrations
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hands In Desire
Hands in desire
Have swum through the mires
Handprints just building the wall
Face broken mask
Now speaks through the dusks
‘You will be your own fall’
Heart in despair
You’ll no longer be there
Footprints are closing the hall
Crossed by the vast sky
The roads stand still split
Like the heart that still beats scarlet
Just as the root is
Fed on the soil dear
Delusion I am fed on you
I’ll try to move on
Equally torn though
Born in your heart’s memory
I’ll try to move on
Cling to the beams so
Perhaps the days will come to me
©Miroslava Odalović
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The gift of words
Some words I swallowed
Like pots of rain
Their beauty quenched the thirst
Some words I swallowed
Like fire and pain
Their bitterness left me cursed
Some words I wrote
In anger and haste
And spat them on the palm
Some words I sought
To heal be chaste
To find the peace be calm
Some words I followed
Like footprints lost
In dying piles of leaves
Some words I followed
Like benevolent host
Once he really receives
Both the gift of words
Right from the lips
That used to sing the poles
And the gift of words
When the mind slips
Into the broken holes
©Miroslava Odalović
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Can you see the blue eye
That wipes away the doubts
Turns down all the walls
Builds forgotten lands
Can you see the sky
Wearing the clouds
Fluffy cotton balls
So soft to the hand
I want to look at that eye
At the stars hidden by the daylight
To see the gown that the sky
Likes to wear at night
Angels unseen above
The way they spread their wings
Forever in love
With beauty that up there sings
©Miroslava Odalović
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I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings...
I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings
Were bearing me - a Ganymede -
Away from earth; distress was growing
Like wings - to spread, to hold, to lead.
I grew. The veil of woven sunsets
At dusk would cling to me and swell.
With wine in glasses we would gather
To celebrate a sad farewell,
And yet the eagle's clasp already
Refreshes forearms' heated strain.
The days have gone, when, love, you floated
Above me, harbinger of pain.
Do we not share the sky, the flying?
Now, like a swan, his death-song done,
Rejoice! In triumph, with the eagle
Shoulder to shoulder, we are one.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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They'll Say
your freedom
your freedom undressed the wings
naked it dances the tables of debris
its eyes so swollen it's pain so clear
sharp razor stolen unpainted
from the nights too deep
don't trust them move on
your time is yet to come
don't trust them be yours
best friend to divine
trust that's beneath
their horizon line
love them like friends
your enemies are none
©Miroslava Odalović
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Birdsong
I am eagle; don't be fooled by red silk
heels that sound so much like clanking clay
on hardwood floors where you and I one night
did lay when there was no heat left
to warm a chilling breast,
when your dense chest fell wet on mine.
I found a feather when you left,
it lay upon a pillow drenched in you.
Perhaps it was inside. It matters not,
as I have since then eaten it
and cannot prove to you that
it did, in fact, exist.
Before I'd ever heard your name
or pictured how you might have looked,
before I'd seen your constant face --
the one that waits inside dark eyes
to see if I can truly fly, or if instead
you might just plant my pinioned feet
into your waxy wood-grained floorboards,
making plumage turn to twigs that dangle
down a perfect fruit which you could pluck
from your soft bed while I grew old and weary
(but I was eagle; I grew light and wild) --
long before I'd brushed your flesh, these wings
had taken me to heights much higher than those red
silk shoes, those platforms to your dreamworld.
An Alpha Light
The whirl and pain from beneath the sky
Now taken and healed and never denied
Loved bloom cherished all souls broken free
Smiled at the clouds a farewell ‘remember me’
Moving around the treestop’s aureole
An eagle circled mountain air laps
Shadowed cloudward flight filling all
Sky spelled letters to fill in the gaps
Alphabets stood scattered
In scrypts of an eagle flight
And it no longer mattered
All sucked in an alpha light
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Bipolar painful his bones bound to brokenness
There on the rock he stood
Arms winged spreadedness
Prophesy of sages stormed off his soul
What I have seen is the wound and the healing he said
The sights of sun desert sighs sealed high on a mountain peak
My soul unsealed
Desert little cradle tombs
I could have died of sorrow
But I’ve seen I’ve seen the wound and the healing
A thin layered see through balm
Covering earth undone
The springs that will grow new hearts
Desert broken bones builds into towers sublime
Time woven patchworks blankets of the sky
Covering earth undone
©Miroslava Odalović
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What moves through the cracks of the walls
Infant broken cries cast to milkless mothers
Who live in those too tall buildings
Buildings cloud sky scraping
Ant hole noisy towers
Rustling like leaves of an autumn yet to come
Center decentered beehives
And blind blinking traffic lights
Street arteries bleeding pulse beats
Underground prayer of too busy trains
Lined upon the city palm
A hidden message there was you thought
Build boarding flashlights its beams torn apart
This is a place of a used to be
A place of will be bridges towering
There are too many tears the river will cry
There is too much water the ocean will roar
But quite enough to cover it all
Thus will declaim the hounds
And you
Soaking sorrow wet wiped away in ground
You will become a runaway thought of the earth undone
Who’ll care for it
Who’ll date to touch it
Who’ll be there to..do it
‘My soul unsealed
City dived little cradle tombs
And I have seen a wound and a healing
Silk woven see through covering all
Breath choked illhailed rising to the sun! ’
©Miroslava Odalović
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Words fed on dust
There are some words
Fed on the dust
Ash fallen sound
Reaching deep cries
The noise of which hurts
Though thrown away cast
Down to the ground
Undead it’ll rise
In winds and storms
Rain cradle of tears
When no heart warms
Lost forgotten years
The time of their birth
Dark swallowed patches
And the silent dirge
That no music matches
Placed on a hearth
They’ll burn and surge
Like candles broken
Melting in wax
A candle token
Of the soul that aches
Forever and ever abreast
Of an unleashed why of a quest
©Miroslava Odalović
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Words Woven - Parody Mary BEULEY - Words Woven
Words woven into speech
soon reach
intact thread spirit of each act,
knit warp and weft of wit wish fact,
dreams' tapestry may teach.
Words express essentials,
transmit, unwind
from mind to mind,
address ideas which, blind,
would grope for means to equate
sensations refined,
coarse, sophisticate.
Thus they incarnate
emotion's multi coloured coat, pattern twist
around ideas which form,
unform,
inform or disinform,
or take by storm
precisely or by gist
the geist soul kissed.
Words woven into speech
pen hand,
when scanned
from thoughts’ life blood leach
emotions, sense, dressed to suit
points phallic and points mute,
ideo-grand!
© Jonathan Robin Parody Mary BEULEY 1837_1916 written 12 December 1995 – Words Woven revised 31 July 2008 notably first verse below
Words woven into speech
soon reach
to knit the spirit of each act,
the warp and weft of every fact,
through dreams to teach.
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Words Woven
Words woven into rhyme
In time
Become a tapestry of thought
A canvas of experience in which
Our dreams are wrought.
Words are the evidence of what goes on
communicate
Within the mind.
They clothe the invisible
With robes of speech,
Sophisticated as silk,
Homespun as hessian,
And in between
The many-patterned, many-textured range,
Familiar and strange,
Of words -
Woven and dyed and spun
For Fun
Or seriously aware
Of what is there.
Words woven into rhyme
Or prose
Transpose
Giving the tiny embryo of thought
A dress to wear, most delicately wrought,
And caught for ever in a form know
And understand.
Mary BEULEY 1837_1916
© Jonathan Robin Parody Mary BEULEY written 12 December 1995
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Moments Arent Moments
Tender, warm and serene
Are the words that might come close to having
Remnants of the feelings that we can no longer hide
Mighty, shining and clear
Are but mere expressions that dont come near
To the ever glowing eminence of light in our eyes tonight
cause moments arent moments
Until they are moments like this magic moment of ours
And magics not magic
Until it is magic like magical love in our hearts
Feeling with tender love-bloom
Gentle, quiet, so soft
Are the wings of love that can send us off
To an ever splendor unknown to all in our time
Trusting in the unknown and giving in to what feelings have shown
Will take us to altered intimacies in our lives
Where well find
That moments arent moments
Until they are moments like this magic moment of ours
And magics not magic
Until it is magic like magical love in our hearts
Feeling with tender love-bloom
cause moments arent moments
Until they are moments like this magic moment of ours
And magics not magic
Until it is magic like magical love in our hearts
Feeling with tender love-bloom
(repeat twice)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Wings Of Silk
In a flight of silken silence
Wings of velvet stroke
Pinions soft as melted butter
With touch as light as smoke
Huge bright eyes of earthen brown
Ne'er ceasing to peer around
To perceive the vole's
most minute sound
Then… as if a ghostly
Downy dart
Wings of silk
Spread wide apart
A muted squeak
Stop'd short in surprise
And from the snow
Doth feathered phantom rise
Then talons spread
Returns to lurch
Onto it's branch
Upon which to perch
And ‘neath the branch
Said vole will soon to fall
Snug again…wrap't tight within
It's very own fur-ball
poem by David Whalen
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It ain't like in the movies at all
and it ain't the way one writes
even if he's not been there
and it ain ;) t the way one hopes
naive as he's not been there
and it ain: (t the way one thinks
'cause he's never seen
bird watchers watch the prey move stealthily
just to turn it into an ngo
no lol no it ain :) t like in the movies at all
©Miroslava Odalović
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At The Heart Of Exit
Help
Save
Preserve
Love
Beautify
Restore
Torn
Still
Strong
Word s
Cherished
The ways
Of Mother Earth
Singing real loud
The song of Entrance
At the heart of Exit
©Miroslava Odalović
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Bonded Souls
Although you shall never feel it, there is a soft touch
And tender kiss I give to you freely,
They shall linger longer than these bodies we posess,
After we are dust and gone from this life,
Their echoes whispering to you in your next.
In our journey through eternity we are bonded souls.
Our very beings shall cry out to one another,
Though the hands of time shall see us to our final rest,
That is not an ending for us, as a babe we are born,
With wisdom we die, if we listen within the dark of night,
Our souls can hear the echos of their past.
Two hearts entwined, two souls shared,
We are bonded souls, we are friends,
We are love to the other, a gift like no other...
Souls of age and youth we are,
Youth that requires flesh to comprehend,
And age that we know it must be,
We cannot halt our return to this mortal coil.
To learn and to love, that's what it's all for,
Flesh and bone are but the tools of a soul,
Throughout eternity we shall dance,
Forever and a day upon our stage of memories,
For we are bonded souls...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
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Try Strive Live
a little birdie with broken wings
fly fly rise high
as it rise along it sings
come on lets touch the sky
the little spidie with broken arm
up up move up
as it strives along its swarm
come on rise up
so you fragile human with broken heart
mend mend mend it
as you live mend your heart
yes come one yes do it
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I Am The American Eagle
I Am The American Eagle
I am the American Eagle
with a broken right Republican wing,
and a broken left Democrat wing,
its 'We the people' body tattered and torn.
It needs pledges of help
to its God Bless America body,
for the Eagle spirit to heal.
Its 10% White Collar head
has lost control of its 90%
Blue Collar welfare soul.
For the American Eagle
to become strong,
we must quit
outsourcing its welfare
and unite with its talons
saying NUTS
Never Under Tyranny Surrender
the American Eagle spirit
that unites this nation.
That America is not 10%
but 100%,
where elected officials
need to be 100%
not 10%.
That we do not need
economic morticians
but 100%
American eagle POLITICIANS,
who are not bickering
Republicans
and/or
Democrats
but 100%
Americans.
'I pledge allegiance
to the flag of
the United States of America,
and to the republic
for which it stands,
one nation under God,
indivisible, with liberty
and justice for all.'
Feel these words reach deep inside America,
It is not a pledge to Demigod
Republicans and Democrats,
Nor is it to Wall St or Private Equity.
It diversity is not just
Conservative, Progressive, Liberal
Or Moderate or Independent,
Rich, poor,
It is even homeless.
Swiss bank accounts,
Overseas tax havens,
It is about investing in America
That we now need 100% pledges
For the American Eagle NUTS talons,
Never Under Tyranny Surrender
Our American 100% heritage
to the future of our children.
So the eaglets can fly
with both wings.
David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 07/06/12 ©
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Tis a highly descriptive task
to write your lips as they bite the glass
rims standing even and the drink it's been
made of sweet and bitter
rivers lakes and oceans
spilling drops of blue
to dwell on your eyelashes
eyes closed quiver fear
to stand on the fingertips
and to read the lines
broken palms of hands
geometry divinity
grasped in human kind
©Miroslava Odalović
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