Wrap me in your saddest morning
I implore you.
The complex triumph of green acres
waits to be seeded,
and later thrashed and sorted as wheat
When the spring is waiting all seeded
for lily blossoms under the snow,
fertilize with want that wants not
and need that needs not.
(Only, my love, forget me not.)
The birds will fly in from Florida
anticipating spring and avoiding a hurricane
because they know better than we who
are composed mainly of lesser sensitivity.
What waits to be born from this harsh winter?
Nature will surely bloom as a fabric woven
like a Navajo rug to comfort the evening
with its beauty. Mystical mornings will
take the traveler to some paradise where
the sun is always rising
and the air is cool in summer
and the dew is on the mulberries
and all the berries are ripe like dew.
I ask only my love that you forget me not
when the sky turns overhead to a
warmer slant and rays blind the eyes
from all memories past and all
contemplation of futurity. Live now.
Love now. Feast now upon the beauty
before your eyes, before your sleeping
evenings, and before your awakening
when dawn and dew are breaking.
We met in 8th grade...We became great friends and
She Dared Me To Write my First Poem January 21, 1948...we were both 16...I on January 9th and she on January 20th same year.
"I bet you can't write the second verse to this poem!" she said to me in sassy manner...
She shoves a note book page to me with a scribble in her handwriting.
The title was "I Love To Dance!"
How absurd I thought, after all, I was a "singer!"
Without hesitation I took the paper and began to write..."I'd love to be held close in your arms where only I could share all your charms..."
I followed with a few more line of "poetic bliss", to my thinking, and her respone was..."How did you do that?"
I replied, hands on hips, "Well you wrote the first so I wrote the second!"
Eloise replied in evident astonishment, "Girl, mine was from a song sheet!"
We fell out laughing as any 16 year olds would do.
Of course, I've written thousands of poems since then and I often say, "It's like breathing to me!".
My friend Eloise will be laid to rest tomorrow, March 16, 2013...Such a sad song for me. We stayed in touch over the years and often still laughed about that dare for me to write a second verse...Who knew?!
My heart is filled with the sorrow of Eloise's demise
Yet I sing still
A Poem to love
To day I am placing here a great Hindi poem of a renowned poet
Translated by me as a poem which I hope would touch your mind
And heart intensely.
From the day I read this poem in between a play its wordings
Have touched me very deeply.
Since the poem is a beautiful piece of poetry by a great Indian
Hindi writer, poet, dramatist and story writer I am trying to
Bring its translation as much I could make from my mind without
Claiming that this is the best.
Brief background story for poetry soup lovers to judge the poem
In light in the light of its real beauty:
The heroine who was in the age of sweet sixteen was in love
With someone very intensely, but his actual lover ask her to
Show her love for someone else for obtaining a greater result
For the sake of his motherland and the heroine tries to love
Some one else, who asked a price for the same and gave only
Pains and agonies to her. But, when she sees her actual love
Her hearts is willing to welcome him and how- you will see
In this beautiful poem:
Translation of the poem of Jai Shanker Prasad a great Hindi poet.
Jaishankar Prasad (January 30, 1889 – January 14, 1937),
one of the most famous figures in modern Hindi literature
“Intoxicated by the wine of youth, in the age of sixteen
She cared only to love
And to whom she should give her heart,
She had no desire to know
And the one to whom she sold her precious heart,
Was asking a price for the same
The greedy even took away
The only treasure of pains and memories from her
She felt dusty storms were rising in her heart
And her love was coming totally unaware,
She thought to sprinkle water running from her eyes to
Make the path slippery
So that her love may walk slowly
And she may behold her love, a little more
The longing of her life may get fulfilled
And her hopes may get a base to stay a little more
She knew all the steams of the world would be running from her eyes
Making it more difficult to recognize her face
As the deep sea in her eyes would be splashing water on her face”
Only translation is made by me and the poem in Hindi belongs to
Late Jai Shanker Prasad.
Kanpur India 29th January 2010
I do not know?
Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome.
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome.
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.
My love for you will never fade
You locked the door; my bed I’ve made
A face in the crowd reminds me: so you
The smile at tilt; the voice that lilt
The auburn hair; the skin so fair
My tender heart skips a beat: Hallelujah
Your eyes held mine, a magic spell
The pain I felt was a pleasing hell
No one could e'ver compare to you
You touched my face with your hand
The time all round came to a stand
From my soul I moaned: Hallelujah
Love’s tender touch now in the past
Around I’d see: Nothing e'er last
The things I did could’ve blew’ you
The cars I drove at such high speed
The fast life our friends would lead
We did not understand the Hallelujah
I tempted you with a bit of *snow
You didn’t at first want to know
If y' didn’t know how I’d show you
The surreal dream showed on your face
Everything moved at a faster pace
You shouted my name: Hallelujah!
You pulled away then from me
I was begging for you please to see
What this was doing to us; to you
All that mattered was the crave
Your life given over to a rave
You’ve shut me out in this Hallelujah
Your beauty faded before my eyes
The pain you caused with all your lies
I couldn’t bear to see what we did to you
Your dreams had fallen and paranoid
The reality, now null and void
A syringe, your only Hallelujah
On our true love I will always dine
To’ve turned back to another time
To happy times I loved and knew you
For bringing you into this ruin
Sorry! This was all my doin’
For me there will be no more Hallelujah.
NO MORE HALLELUJAH, © 17 January 2013 Suzette Crous
*snow: slang for cocaine
Inspired by the song HALLELUJAH copyright © Leonard Cohen
"You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah"
>b>Sung by ALEXANDRA BURKE (If this does not move you, check your pulse...): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSgsW9GLerA (X Factor winner) and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQpod0tKOfE (at the Royal Albert Hall, London)
For those who can play guitar: "Hallelujah chords best version":- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jN6qD45gtA
For Frank H's Contest: Hallelujah
17 January 2012
Just thinking of you here tonight from afar
As every time were apart I realize
Never will I be without you my sweet
Ultimately you're coursing through my mind
Always in my heart, with each beat
Rarely out of reach, or view of your eyes
You'll always be with me no matter where we are
It's time for me to change
People repeat their pastimes
And make the same promise each year
But it's time for ME to change
For that I must arrange
My goals in a smarter way
They must always stay:
In order for me to change
Happy new year, I hear quite oft
It won't be happy until I make it so
My actions will determine the year
This time my efforts will show
Another year turns over, people look to see
just what the coming year will mean for you and me.
Tomorrow's worries aren't here, and yesterday's are passed.
Daylight's your new blessing, but it's really burning fast.
The seasons change so quickly, now that we're growing old.
"Seize the day my son", seems I was always told.
You cannot live life over, and you cannot take it back,
so make a first impression, be a leader of the pack.
We hurry every day, never noticing the minutes
flying by so quickly, time has no sense of limits.
Just talking all the while, we have such tales to tell.
If only every now and then we grab a rose to smell.
Take time for those you love, and those who love you, too.
For tomorrow some of them might not be here for you.
Teach your children honesty and show them some good deeds.
Because love will never flourish if we never plant the seeds.
I was cold,
callous, sometimes mean.
Keeping my feelings unseen
in the deep freeze of winter.
This shield of ice no one could splinter.
Why would a man show his heart,
something no one saw,
feelings nothing but a flaw.
In the middle of this life.
You appeared walking in the door,
lit up the room like never before.
Why would you notice me?
Your too amazing too believe.
Looking at me was just the start.
Through this icy layer you saw,
something in me that was a draw.
It didn’t take long
too realize what I was seeing.
This shell starts melting.
The sight of your beauty
making it feel balmy.
You soft touch warms my heart.
It makes these feelings raw
How I love January’s thaw
These days, no more icy shell!
You dug me out of my mess.
With an open heart I confess;
Love for you I’ll never withdraw.
How I love January’s thaw!!
Like A Star
By: Sami LaRose
I look upon the stars and count them
One by one;
Number by number;
All of different shapes, sizes, forms and even different colors.
The encases of the nights air brushes upon my check,
Reviling the cold January air against me
It all feels so calming, cool and relaxed
But then we’ve got to look back at different points in time and think back,
What did I do there
Was it a wrong choice or was it a right one
Do I know what I’m doing or don’t I
So many different question, and yet so many unanswered,
Sometimes life relives to us in different ways, shapes, forms, sizes, and colors, just like the stars in the night sky do
So see, we are really no different from nature it’s self
Because nature is a star
And you are like a star
The one shinning brightest so far.
Written On January 11th, 2011