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Spyros Koroniotis Poem
I looked at the horrible faces,
agnostic,
I look at the beautiful faces,
pristine,
I looked for a summer in the midst of winter,
and for repose in a gruelling duel with death and oblivion.
I looked for salvation,
looked outside the door for breath and bread.
I looked towards the sun,
and inwards,
and moved upwards and moved closer to the stars,
within the cyclone of your scars,
within the summer of your love.
I looked before overlooking anything,
and beyond hope,
and before tomorrow and happy as I was
I kissed life on the chicks and sat
next to a pumpkin
and read limericks.
I looked within your eyes and tried to find out if they were true,
and since they were true I looked further into your heart,
and without further I do I said can we be one?
I sat under the bodhi tree and said can I be a bodhisattva,
and I was open to love and open to desire,
and open to freedom of movement
and the amorous rain fell on my toes and it felt so free.
I looked into your eyes and within your heart and saw love,
and saw possibility and discovery and laughter.
For I had tasted your love so much,
and tasted your dreams in my sleep.
I looked within you, within me, and tried to find your peace,
our peace.
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Dressed in white clouds,
And the night in satin,
She runs warm fingers through my hair,
And we travel along as if no one is there.
The music pours down from heaven
I am a desperate clown and I dance and I cry
And I fly from the strings in your arms like a puppet,
And I am waiting for everything to happen.
The great mistake we make is we take love for granted,
And we close shut our eyes and strike imbalance,
As the snow falls for long and it stirs us,
So I say goodnight for the night to hear us.
A copper coin in a tray for your delight,
A cello a sparrow a dog and the sea,
And the sadness in my eyes as the stars they shine,
And what I want will be close to my heart and be mine.
I say goodnight to the moon, goodbye England,
Bongiorno Italia, it’s a trip we should take,
And in my hand I hold a ticket,
And make my future with the light steps of a cricket.
I have a voice that’s achingly serene,
A nervous breakdown and a broken arm,
I have everything under the sun, I belong,
And with the next beat I’ll be even more strong.
It’s not what you say but what you do,
And the vistas and panoramas of life
extend way up to the heavens
I am hanging from a tree, they bring me food,
And it’s now time to improve,
For I am close and I am tight to the endless,
And whatever you try you can’t bend me.
If at times I can hide from the crowds,
If I am a juror with panache and buoyancy,
If I can climb up 10,000 stairs and still breath,
I can take 10,000 stairs and be on destruction’s eve.
Personally I take an issue, but I suffer sometimes,
And if the night is young then I fight,
And if you flirt with me I ignite,
For what is a story without an ending,
And then love is only understanding.
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?rightness falls on our eyes,
like the bright summer sunsets,
the moon revolves around the earth,
and we are blessed,
you wear a bright summer dress,
you are earthy, positive, tasty,
you unwind,
you are freedom,
you are breath and oblivion,
and you stroll down the pathways of the heart
and you rise and you fall like the temperature,
healing,
and I come to you and and I am kneeling,
I have sunshine in buckets,
as luck would have it I am released,
you are my girl, my sunlight,
my rest,
my luck,
you are a spoonful of joy
and you are right on the track,
can I wake you with kisses,
and be with you and hold you,
and if you ever fail,
never tell you I told you,
and to move you with song and to savour the moment,
and together to go roaming
and be,
and stay in my heart,
and unfold all your love,
and cling to your warm summer body,
and taste the sand,
and your feet step on mine and you lure me,
into your cave were you cure me,
for what is life without love,
let’s carve out the stars.
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And in your eyes I saw the harm,
I saw the dharma,
I saw the karma,
I saw two sparrows and crossroads,
and lovers intertwined,
for your eyes to me were my love for my life,
I saw the damage,
saw the pain,
for your eyes were the colour of black,
as black as my darkness,
as wide as my wide love for you,
and as true,
for you were always true to me,
and you hurt me,
and I hurt you,
and we danced in a vibrant pagoda,
and I kissed your lips,
for I had yearned to kiss your lips,
and I wanted to earn your lips,
and keep them close to my ears,
and have them whisper to me,
lover,
and have them sing to me,
and have them please me,
and speak to me and ease me,
and in your eyes I saw the plausible,
and the impossible,
I saw the moon and a river,
and the young child that I was
when I first loved you,
and the young child I wanted to again become,
in your arms.
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A deer hunter’s daughter
#1
She illuminates the clock with her laughter,
loves her instagram her tic toc and her saunter,
she goes nowhere near disaster,
she’s got no ear for fear,
no hard summer rain,
no pain when she goes in disaster mode,
she is poetry and prose,
she loves her repose,
and thereafter,
she’s got innocent innocent eyes my Bess,
she’s my daughter.
We go strolling together,
we are bonded,
we have strong hands that feed us,
She forgives me,
I believe her.
Rainy days come, we sit on the sofa,
we amuse ourselves with table tennis,
we take our anoraks and run,
her wild loose hair moist,
to the God’s I would offer,
a sacred deer because we suffer,
all I have is her and she has me,
and me is all she knows,
my big brown eyes,
as we rise together and fall,
to me she’s my all.
We go strolling together,
we are bonded,
we have warm hearts inside us,
She forgives me,
I deliver,
I believe her. ??
#2
She goes strolling through the park,
it’s late in the afternoon,
there’s crescent silver moon,
her heart is on her eyes,
pale blue eyes of summer,
how I ‘d wish I ‘d have her.
She wears a wide brimmed hat,
she has flowers in her hands,
fingers that are magic wands,
a beautiful scarf on her neck,
she holds a candlestick,
her name is Bess and she is blessed,
how I ‘d wish I ‘d posses her.
The deer run scared,
This I can’t bear,
Their eyes are pools of sorrow,
their fear is in her ears,
they are ringing,
why dad?
why?
I can have a perfect 10 in anything I do,
I can paint the sky blue
and they ‘ll tell me bravo sweet princess,
it is my essence,
but when their blood spills,
I can’t come to their defence.
I killed a baldy,
now she will scold me.
#3
Don’t scold me,
I killed life,
now hold me,
it’s sunrise time in the forest,
deer drink their mother’s
milk,
I am honest,
it’s a sight to behold.
My pain is manifold,
and many a time
he comes to feel alive
and alive he can be
next to me
for I am his oblivion,
his warm garment
his heart of gold.
I shoot an arrow,
I aim and fire,
I live with little
and they don’t mind,
they are many,
and I have plenty
of time to kill,
and I don’t do it for the thrill,
it makes sense,
and the benefits are immense,
she plays the music I wan’t to hear,
she is my deer.
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Happy Valentines baby,
when the shadows fall I will hold you,
how can I forget you,
and what you do to me.
I was made to love you.
Made to make love to you.
And to be free next to you skin,
and be your next of kin.
If we ever go to Mississippi,
and you give me a kiss,
I ‘ll tell the river,
my secrets to heal.
Loneliness is a ballroom full of scared dancers.
Endless is my time and my tears,
and my scars,
and I am looking for new forms of poetry.
A scarecrow is lovely for it fits its purpose,
the sun shines,
the moon rises,
and you are my Valentine.
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