Friendship survives exile.
But does it survive love?
There is no such thing as forbidden in friendship
And yet forbidden love
Swept through me
Like an unstoppable wave
Union of bodies.
Delicious self-forgetfulness.
The voice changes
But embers of desire stay
Surviving exile
Is my best friend.
Crossing borders
Finding so many friends along the road
The one they call
Luck.
Surviving exile
Is my best friend
Love burns
Friendship watches over.
Between the two,
I’m learning
To stay human.
Carlos and Hanna, husband and wife,
your examples taught me about life,
honoring family, marriage, and friends.
Much is lost with your premature ends,
and though it's too late to let you know -
Oh my God, I miss you so.
You were suppose to be just an admiration
Where my eyes rest into adoration
Then suddenly you become my inspiration
What happened was not my intention
Believe me, I didn't plan to.
I never wanted to
If I could I wouldn't have to
However I had to.
Captured the hues radiating from you
And how the words taste from you
Or how warm you are at night
And how you're future shine so bright
Please I beg of you never notice me
Hurt me, Leave me, ignore me
As long as its with me
No i meant, stay away from me
I'm eager to convey
your own complexity
However I, in a way
Doubt my ability
There's too much of something
Hidden deep into you
That I spent hours trying
to find words that suits you
That shows the best of you
The way I'm seeing you
So you could see yourself
And you'll say, "I love her"
When her gaze sets the world!
as she dance while she stood.
And her eyes gentler
than it looks, but better.
Whenever our eyes meet
I just know that there is,
Something very pleasant
When you simply exist.
Number one with cartoons were William Hanna and Joseph Barbera.
They started at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer in Culver City, California.
These two were the co-creators of the famous Tom and Jerry.
Beginning in 1957 was some of their amazing history.
So many of their other creations attained immense popularity.
Who doesn't know Yogi Bear, Quick Draw Mc Graw, and Pixie and Dixie?
Nearly everyone remembers The Flintstones, Jetsons, and Jonny Quest.
Scooby Doo, The Wacky Races, and Fantastic Four, are among the rest.
Both men are gone now, but they are still considered the best.
I thank both wikipedia.org and youtube.com for information I obtained to write this poem
I was once an arrow
---you've pulled me closer,
into your heart
With your bow waiting
---the right time,
to let go
Out of void,
you just lose your grip
with a heart swelled with pride
I felt being lifted and was left hung
---with a heart hoping not to land,
on your barren land
You are my compass;
Without you I lost direction
I came across in this path
With your hand I held on
We don’t know where should go,
I just take this chance that I’m with you
Eventually, time will change its course
To leave or stay the choice is ours
There is no clue
What we are looking for
By chance, if we reach the road's end
We both find the way of love
You’ve shown me what was contained by universe;
It was unique, demanding, and diverse
You were that twinkling star I’ve seen
I was stunned with your gaze then
I’ve gone crazy by now
My friends....
could kill me somehow,
But I can’t resist
In like and love, I think I should risk
I don’t even think of guarantees and credits
I just want to enjoy
No but’s, No If’s
Don't you worry about Hanna,
She will be by you - an old shoe -
If that sent heavenly manna
Was in fact intended for you.
that
autumn
Russell Square
kisses so warm
painted dawn
my soul
stills
(Dedicated to William Hanna and Joseph Barbera.)
You created Yogi Bear, the Flintstones and other cartoons.
When the two of you died, it was sad and it was too soon.
One of you died in 2006 and the other died in 2001.
Your cartoons provided children with hours of fun.
The entertainment world suffered a great loss when the two of you died.
Other cartoonists cannot out do you no matter how hard they've tried.
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