Beloved Poems

I EXALT MY BELOVED POETS’ BRAY

I have tasted my beloved poets’ Bray
In the three great books of our literature:
"The Book of Good Love," "La Celestina," and "Don Quixote"
As well as in García Lorca's The Ass
Who directed La Barraca
Also Rimbaud, Gide, Apollinaire, Verlaine
Poe, Shakespeare, Chaucer, etc.
Digesting their works
Belching their art and poetry
In gatherings, convents, or schools
In salons, platforms, and athenaeums
Announcing, yes,

Beloved Prophet

Every Companion is a star at the sky of that Prophet
Every tradition of him is post of heavens and the earth

To be his ummah is the holiest of dignities
Full of lessons each of his nights and mornings

Behind him left his marks on the path of paradise
Next to him Abu Bakr whereas Omar is at left

Beloved One

Ask me not whenceforth
from which place or time I come 
from, dear lufu of mine  
Beewolf and seizer of hearts 
come-hither at me door Sire 

Query onely beau 
and without askance kiss me 
Like a flowery rose dear 
sitting on thy breast sweet love 
scented sweetly at your side 

Seek me as the root

BELOVED RUN UNTO THE FATHER AND THE SON

BELOVED RUN UNTO THE FATHER AND THE SON

Run, run run run, run, run run run
Sister run, run run run unto the Lord
For He has open arms, he’ll embrace you
And keep you warm, within this cold, cold world;
Brother run, run toward the Lord
Our Father He will cover you
Provide for you ad keep you
Keep you
BELOVED RUN UNTO

For Beloved Pets Over

(written upon the death at age 14 of our beloved shih tsu Max
 on Aug. 11.)

Over ~
Over 
The Bridge 
   where they go
To verdant eternal forests 
  and fields, 
To run and leap free 
Without leashes, reigns or chains…
All heaven blessed 
With no hunger or thirst 
While waiting for us.

Goodnights

So easy to be loved you are
My dearest beloved
Now you’re the light of nameless star
Sometimes you come to prove that
Long are the evenings when I
Play cards in hopeless game 
Then I would play your sweet goodnights
Each time they aren’t the same
I’m in your room, and so are you
We sing our lullaby
The old day’s over, comes

My Beloved Cats and Kittens

My beloved Cats and Kittens
My Loving cats and kittens
Show me the higest form of love-Unconditional Love
Love without bounds or boundaries.
Unquestioning and unwavering Love.

Dual Simulation Finding Carlo

She is not much outspoken this one
Ever quite mulling over what knows God 
Her effect is she has one always second guessing
Never quite sure if you have the right desired vibe
If you don’t watch her body language she is easily cross
Her nature is intriguing while unsettling in equal measure
I pride myself on my perceptional capabilities

Ashta-nayika -8, Swadhina-bhartruka, Bonding well with her beloved

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Heroine content with her beloved’s 
love, affection and dedication, 
one with her own mind.
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Heard had I tales of male malefaction
By and large true, far from fiction, 
As happens oft, one out to prey
Gets hunted O to be the prey.
Full of hopes I’m your spouse,
Not filled with any grouse,
For, you my love belied this old wisdom,
I’ve

Ashta-nayika -7, Proshhita-bhartruka, Waiting in vain for her beloved

_______________

Separated from her spouse who’s sojourning, 
the heroine awaits with deep longing.
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The warmth of a day nigh sunny
Nor silver of moon passing by
Gives me hope nor solace any more,
Freeze of darkness spreads to my deep core,
Separated, I feel utterly incomplete,
O cut your long sojourn short, beat a retreat 
And come soon to end my loneliness,
O

The Rim Remembers

I drank coffee from your cup—
still warm where your mouth had pressed,
the rim embossed
with your lower lip’s faint crest.

Now rust stains every silver spoon,
fingers drum restless rhythms
on our kitchen’s worn lagoon.

In checkout lines, your laughter flickers—
a candle’s flame in strangers’ whispers.
I turn, but find no spark, no face—
just hollow aisles, silent grace.
For briefest moments,
you almost

The Most Beloved Among Earthlings

The Most Beloved Among Earthlings
Thank you, Mr. Calin Georgescu, for the hope that flows like a river through our souls,
For changing our mindset like a garden blooming under the warm light of the sun,
For teaching me to be kinder, warmer, different, like a flower opening at dawn,
And for seeing Romania as a unique place, a

My beloved mother

Is it really that hard to praise ,to be grateful.
Will it be the same if it was my brother or sister who did . Was I  just a nuisance to everyone. I have come to fear quarrels . I have been called a coward , insensitive ,too emotional, reckless,careless ,
But do they know 
She

My beloved Queen, I search for you like a lost star in the sky of dreams

My beloved Queen, I search for you like a lost star in the sky of dreams,
a light hiding among the shadows of the endless night.
The longing for you is a wave that caresses the shore of my heart,
yearning for your touch like a pilgrim in search of the sacred spring.
Your angelic smile is the beacon

Does the death of a beloved bring you closer to God

Foundation.

Do quiet moments, spent in reflection of a beloved, bring you closer to the God of your choice?

Title:
Calvary Dreams
 
(A lone voice whispers)

I heard your sweet voice
Today 

On our anniversary, 
Your birthday 

That old well-loved familiar sound

Whenever I press
 play 

To see and hear you
On that old wedding tape 
We once made

You still look so

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