Long Blends Poems
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I'm scared...
I'm not prepared...
to meet my end...
to drift into the river's bend...
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly
I see my end...unwind...unwind...and it makes me blind...
The tears that are clogging up my eyes
They’re feeding me lies…and the thoughts whisper cries
I'm treasure...never to be found
Decaying in the ground
Forever...
I'm sorry...I'd never
Mention suicide again to you...
Don't be blue...though you get the clue
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly
I see my past…unwind…unwind…now, I’m blind
But I see it in my mind’s eye
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
Live or die…
Live or die…
But I’ll try…
To live and make you feel happy
‘Cause I, alone, am feeling needy…
Greedy…shady…
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I’m ready to meet my end…
The waters brew…and my fate blends
In with the gloomy, despairing river's blissful waves
The sky swarms above me…I want to see you
Again…but you’ve met your end
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I STAYED strong…Where do you belong?
Your life ended like a shimmering star
You ended your tune of delight…I can’t hear your song
Repeat it again and again in my ears…
You left me with an everlasting scar
I'm not prepared...
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I want to die…just let me fly
And reach to heaven’s height
But, I’d feel guilt and contrite
I'm not scared (of your absence)...
people start to stare...(and I feel dense)
people don’t seem to care (I can’t bear)
If I live or die…(the thought of you, I won’t deny…I’m just trying to play fair)
In my heart…
You broke it apart…
It breaks my heart
To see you die and depart
From His light
Have you met your end
Around or near the river's bend?
Your heart breaks instead of bends
You still have some errands
To run...
You have the ability to run...
Just run...
And don't run off somewhere far away...or I'll consider you officially "gone"
But, first: get your duties done
And then...we can welcome the sun
Don't shoot yourself with a gun...
Put it down and run
WITH ME! *smile*
Aching
aching deep within
reaching out beyond the veil
never forgotten
All Aboard
body and soul combine
for the ride of a lifetime –
no return tickets
Am I me
I think I am me
I think, therefore, I am me
I am me I think
Astral Womb
astral absorption
blends life continually -
soul's evolution
Bloodless Bond
born not of Mother
parent of necessity
destiny fulfilled
Coming up Trumps
sharing true friendship
noisily expelling gas
no inhibitions
Conception
blending of spirits
natures nectar decanted
life's vessel refilled
Deep Silence
deep silence roars out -
in straining to catch whispers
no one can hear it
Destiny
deep thunder rumbling
silence envelopes the land
destiny draws near
Empty Noise
dry branches snapping
summer glory now faded
still tries to impress
Eternal Moments
past, future, present
moments form eternity
time stays forever
Eternity Beckons
body discarded
spirit struggling upwards -
too late to grow wings
Eternity
union of birth
individualism
union of death
Free Spirit
thundering of hoofs
freedom’s stampede of delight -
spirit unbroken
Insight
foggy perception
clarity of direction
avenues open
Night Fright
cloud creeps across moon
night whispers it's mysteries
concealed in darkness
Pendulum of Life
living in boredom
soul screams for activity
turmoil requires rest
Pendulum’s Swing
regularity
exist in cloud cuckoo land
life's pendulum swings
Pendulum’s Ride
enjoy all the ups
enjoy the extremities
enjoy all the downs
Post Mortem
Going through the veil -
Once life’s journey is a tale
Did your faith prevail
Self Pity
beyond human sight
loved ones find eternal joy
why does my soul ache
Time for Time
life's pathways beckon
moments joined into ages
cloaked by time's mantle
Time’s Call
friends not forgotten
re-union approaches
time's pathway beckons
True Vision
though vision is clear
perception can be blinded –
truth is in the soul
Senyru:
Perception
perception
is reality
apparent
Poets Write
poets write
spilling blood as ink
makes one think
Ivor G Davies ©
He silences the vulgar roar
Of loneliness and fear
He gentles all the stormy wars
Between sin and my spirit
He christens my heart’s kiss
With inspiration so tender
He sprinkles kindness, humility
All around my soul’s belief
He lingers on my spirit’s hope
With a vibrant hue of light
He brings a brilliant tone of grace
Pouring sprays of acceptance
He whispers promises to the heart
Who listens to His direction
He raises the stardust dreams
With a bold, clever embrace
He responds to all my prayers
With sincerity and generosity
He lifts the burdens that I carry
Nurturing my soul, my faith
He builds my heart’s greatest blessing
By giving guarantee of its sanction
He blends His wonder with discernment
Creating in me a heart full of awe
He quiets every shame or disgrace
With kindness so bright it vibrates
He breathes a desire into my soul
For the chance to know and love Him more
He secures my every prayer with promise
That He will always be there beside me
He heals my murkiest impressions
With a soothing warmth that comforts
He breaks through the hardness of my heart
To soften the feelings that I had lost
He makes me touch the absent reflections
With compassion that I had secreted within
He taught me that love was meant to be given
Through good or bad, it would fulfill me
He stirred my heart to listen through the stillness
That gave me a reason to believe His gift
He is the light, the love, the Son
The reason I am someone who can smile
With the delight of knowing One
Who brings my heart peace and my soul
The opportunity to listen, to believe
In Him, Jesus… the wonder of wonders
The light that shines down such love
It feels like this song must be sung!
Listen to the heart – reflect on Him with awe
He is the presence that will never forsake
He will always be there – just have faith
Listen to the heart – believe and receive
He is the answer to every fear, every tear
Simply look to Him and be blessed by His gift
Salvation of the soul who chooses to listen
With a heart that has been filled to the fullest
With a love that only Jesus can arouse in the spirit!
This love is a gift that keeps giving to the soul
Who knows that Jesus is the only way to find
The secret to life, love, hope, faith, grace…
The path toward heaven where He awaits
The little town is eternal or seems so as I come back to trace
my childhood down these sidewalks. Each house holds
faded memories yet, creeps back into my mind until once
again I live the mystic solitude of my youth. Those echoes start
to stir within me. I hear it in the mocking-bird’s song, the musical
notes that my youthful ears must have heard, and still rings in the trees.
From the songs of birds, I start my visit to the past, both joy and pain
Into my youth. On this day a curious man, trying to get close to the
THROUGH CAUTION TO WIND, of a boy. The boy and his bare feet
with a sling- shot hanging from a back pocket, the love of nature in his
heart and pent up energy busting loose.
I was that boy, roaming the streets and fields beyond. It is that boy that
whispers to me now, creeping up to my ear to let me live it again.
He sings to me in my solitude, a song with a thousand notes, all in
adventure, it is he that sings to me now. “Do you remember when we
were we together?”
“Do you remember our good times?”
“We were together then,” he whispered to me.
Yes, I remember, for I treasure every note.
More than once I trod down these streets and over the railroad tracks,
more than once I felt that hot summer breeze on my face,
more than once I saw that delta moon go down through the trees and
heard the cricket’s call.
He runs ahead of me pointing to the old church that I attended as a boy,
so many years ago. He awakens my own song, a sweet song of
old friends, some passed. This old church that traced my steps through
Vietnam, bringing me strength and comfort through the little bulletins
that brought me closer to home, if only for a little while.
The boy wipes a tear from my cheek, for his questions are ill timed,
but I have heard, him.
Now, at this moment, I am back for a thousand echoes are within me,
never to die. I was that boy and he whispers to me the words to our
song. He calls to me from the shadow of a big oak and from the
grassy fields with sights and sounds from the past. He blends himself
Into the shadows as I recall the shapes of old buildings and memories
flood my mind, things I nearly forgot. He frolics with me for old times
until I must leave. Now, as I say “Good-by” I hear him whisper the words
to our song, he whispers his farewell.
“Dwellers of the Ancients, is all be seeking The Fallen atop?
Well… be advised and turn back for to entertain he will not
It's been far too long since mortals have come before our sight
And above all, the coming of mortals is often the coming of blight
Yet, curious I am to see what wisdom does all sow to seek?
And mind me, is the outskirts to be still as unpromising and bleak?
Wait a leafy fall! Is that what I think the Amulet is what it is?
Is that really what I dare think to think what I really think IS?
And… The Sword of Sin, and The Bow of Azure and… and!
Oh my one and holy creator of trees and woods, the all-seer blends
I, Twit of the Sylvans have actually stumbled upon The Champions of Light
Me, the cleverest of all, the mightiest of both twilight and night!
The one who oversees and overrules the over-leaves and overall
The most knowledgeable, the most erudite and despite some say The MOST TALL…!
So, I’m Twit in my most humble nature to see to your needs
Your demands will Twit without question have them meet!
What’s it like being a Champion, The Knight of the Word?
Is the Mistress of The Word really ever once a berserker as of rumours heard?
Can the Mistress really heal with her bequeath powers? Though she
don’t look too well now!
Where is her overseer? The white owl that flies alongside around!
And The Defier, the one born just right after you died, remember?
You know, The Askance who ensave The Mistress from whence a berserker?
And of course, the Befallen Angel of Dreams who sacrifice for love
The one who now dwells in awaiting for you to return to serve?
What happened? After you died I mean... pardon Twit who say…
Where have you disappeared to all those time and to than return this day?
Its been more than a hundred years if my intelligent mind can remember precisely
And all this time to only be indulged in my duty given periods indefinitely
Pardon my nature Knight of The Word, have Twit asked much?
How would you like a Sylvan alongside to uplift as such?
Twit can serve in knowledge and in spirit despite being small
And in addition, Twit can assure all be welcomed into the Fallen’s ascendancy hall
So what do you say, Twit be one to join your quest in judiciary?
Indeed, yes?... yes it is… will you excuse me a peck and Twit be back in a jiffy”
Poetry is somewhat unique in that your mind blends an object, person or thing. You become one and then you create an image through your words, each poet is different otherwise all poems would be the same. It is impossible to copy another poet and their thought’s, as an example. When I write about trees I feel them swaying in the wind or birds landing on their branches, I feel the many rings around them teaching us their age, I feel their leaves falling in the fall even those leaves that eventual go back into the earth.
Poetry is an expression of you life and the things you have seen and experienced so no one can copy those thought’s and feelings, yes poems can be counterfeited and maybe change a few words around but those thought’s and feelings will always belong to you. To many try to have the perfect poem they work and work to make it perfect and it maybe be perfect in their eyes but to others they don’t always see what you see. When I write poetry I just write and a lot of times my words get mixed up even today, I wrote a poem with the word seen in it thanks to one of my poet peeps she caught it and soup mailed me it was suppose to be spelled scene and not seen.
I don’t check my work that carefully I just write and then post it, why you may ask I write for me and not others, I write from my heart and I never think in my mind I hope people like this. It gives me freedom in writing and my muse can go crazy, when you write poetry to please other people you are not writing poetry you are just putting down random thought’s thinking, I hope people like this. If you like it that’s all that matters that my friend’s is, freedom in poetry. At lot of the Judges in contest look for perfection in your poetry, they may as well put my muse on trial for he or she is a sneaky little burger and doesn’t like playing by man’s rules.
The last contest That I sponsored was Acrostic and trust me I do know what an Acrostic poem should look like, I read one poem that had such beauty it should have been 1st place but because it wasn’t Acrostic I had to follow the rules and give it an N/A. I do understand about some of the rules in contest but, when someone has such a talent is given a N/A because it wasn’t the correct form gets to me.
Poetry is not perfection it is inspiration
Gentle as the sunlight,
Reflecting hope over snow covered ground,
Softening the heart and soul…
With a soothing whisper,
The kiss of kindness, blissful – healing,
Wistful memories, silent dreams
All the blessings, the many things…
That make up a lifetime, timeless truths
Creative gestures, faith that moves…
Mountains and fluid motion
Water rushing past the beds of smooth
Stones, erasing the past with a heartfelt
Caress
Breathless prayers promising,
Echoing grace through the surface of a Spring
Arising in the emotional beauty, the lasting
Smiles of intimacy, shrugging off…
The last of the snow’s biting
Urging the wonders of glittering shimmers
Stirring up feelings of cold, dark December
With the songs of praise, the music
Wiping away the last of a nocturnal grip
Who feels like doubt pressing in…
Leaving only the feeling that stirs
Promises and pleas, petitions
For peace, praising – worship that flows
From a soul who knows – B L E S S I N G S
Warm as the morning, a dawn
Sighing – like the forgiving winds of Summer
Smiling on the shoulders, kissing away
The wild, willful waters of the rainy season
Flooding the spirit with reconciling feelings
Kindnesses, rich and vibrating…
Trembling like the silence
Who blends away the screams of doubt,
Welcoming the hues of happiness
In the sunlight, streaming –
Wiping out the clouds, the wistfulness
The melancholy and fear, tears – like dewy
Hopes caressing the flowers
Enchanting, fascinating… beguiling each
Moment with pearls of joy
Impulsive, stars shimmer and glisten,
Like the Autumn who dims the thoughts,
Aspires to create awe in the heart
Who sees its elegance, its gratitude and mercy…
Restoring the night’s burning
Flames of repentance, duty to the rumors of agile
Wispy light falling heavily from a moon, glowing
Silvery frost through the intense specter –
Liberty, a candor threading its way past the trees
Into the wonders of a forest…
A forest who believes, accepts the second chance
To bring serenity through the settling urge…
From rainfall undertones
To thankful treasures from the spice of November
Listen to the glowing hope – the faith
In Thanksgiving’s adoration … thanks to Him,
The One who gave us the miracles, the peace…
The G O D S E N D S
A sense of completion in the
depth of our twining souls, existing as featherless angels, in this plastic world of diffusive masks, and veiled faces of insincerity and darkness, my Venus.
I feel in my veins the healing essence of your being, the lifeblood that nurtures and soothes my unseen wounds and agonies, with the balminess of your majestic seraphic aura—the sacred elixir of life, my Korean princess.
Devoted to you in your every breath, dying, inhaling and exhaling your existence in the glimmer of lunar and sun phases, illuminating my artistry of magic and poetry, with the shimmering light of your irresistible ebony eyes, where i see our future, my marvelous creature.
Our promises of tomorrow, to be the light and cure on our path of being featherless angels, fighting storms, adversities, turbulent currents of anxiety, as demon’s whisper deceit within my mind, flying towards cobalt skies of serenity, merging our spirits, becoming one, my blue rose.
In indigo twilight, your heartbeats rhythmically blends with mine, serenading love songs in mellifluous breathtaking melodies and symphonies of forever us, as i show you my devotion is deeper than the ocean, giving you hope and faith through my pure sentiments, gazing into my eyes upon an iridescent light of profound love, my beautiful soul.
I take and hold your hand tight, promising you to be your home, your shelter, your safe place in every lifetime, giving you all of me, wrapping you in a warm embrace, my blue butterfly.
I found my Eden when i met you, knowing that you were my eternal love, angel of mine from the first soft touch of your soul, grace, profundity in your inner beauty, for you are a rare special being sent to me here on Earth by God, to be by my side to the moon and back, everywhere you go, you illuminate my days and nights, where you have become my world, my reason for living, my juliet.
You give me strength, making me believe in myself when i lose my fight with hellacious nocturnal anxieties—you are my oxygen and my blessing, helping me thrive in this life, my great love.
You are me, i'm you,
together we are the sparkling constellation of forever and beyond astral cosmic connections, in aligment within our parallel universes.
Eternally you, the ocean of my breaths,
my infinito
Contentment poured out her sweet dew,
Raining light over my thoughts,
Rustling the most beautiful winds,
Laughing as the shadows grow old,
Inviting my heart to hold –
Moments of gentle, kindly and crimson,
Aching, flowing on the rivers of feeling,
Brave joys breathe in the pastel hues,
Grace and wonder, peace and love,
Hope upon hope – reassuring endless worship.
His spirit lifts the fallen,
Comforts hearts who grieve,
Silences the winds, the colors
Soft as kindness, pleading prayers,
Faith blends with seeds of light,
Feeding on joy and grace,
Amazing the spirit who hears,
Love beyond words, beyond poetry,
Love in the endless kiss,
Stirring up flames so fearless,
Faith, believing in the eternal, victorious.
The wonders of His saving grace,
And eternity with endless praise,
Forever and always –
He is the way….
Singing serenity, and precious praise,
Music, harmonizing with the seas of light,
Fading beyond the solace, gentle night,
Song of joy, song so alive –
Revealing the promises of a heart, a soul
Who keeps the stirrings of forever,
Peace and dreams, forever soothing away,
The doubts, the fears, the darkest tears,
Lifting the ache from a heart who might break,
Inviting the melody, a refrain often played,
By moments of grace, inspiration and faith,
Abiding in the way –
His way, His life, His light –
Forever alive, reminding the nights of His smile,
On the sincere prayer, the honest sharing,
The warmth of a sinner’s heart, changed by love,
Changed so it knows – the music of peace,
The miracle of grace and the unending faith,
Beyond every prayer – a beauty so rare,
Faded into the moments, a silence, a promise,
He is the way, the One who I pray –
Never stops forgiving sinners, never stops receiving,
Hearts who could have burned in hell,
Where they could never have felt the love,
Love that survived the worst crime, the worst fear,
Love that is alive, abiding in those who survive…
Because He lives – because He gives…
Mercy and grace, unending compassion,
To every heart who believes, every heart who agrees,
To follow Him through this life – into heaven’s light, where they’ll
forever know the love that completes, love that never dies,
love that truly satisfies!
This is a true-life celebration of love ballad. A chance meeting on a Greek island becomes a whirlwind romance. From Athens’ vibrant Monastiraki markets to a Taverna where you can experience the lively traditional, passionate Greek culture and music.
Join Demetri and his spirited Sismo Dance Company to the strains of his Bouzouki. This Original bilingual (English/Greek) musical experience blends the magic of love at first sight with traditional and Mediterranean flair, to moonlit beaches, it’s a tribute to all those who’ve ever fallen in love fast, felt deeply, and dared to dream.
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Come Closer To Me - Love at First Sight
LYRICS
COME CLOSER TO ME
Trelos ya sena
COME CLOSER, LOVE YOU TRUE,
Ella Konda mou na sou po,
MAY I HUG YOU,
Na s’angalayaso an boro,
I DANCED WITH YOU LAST NIGHT,
Ma ze sou horepsa egthes,
FOR ME YOU SEEMED SO RIGHT,
Agapi mou apo pou erthes?
COME CLOSER FOR IT IS MY AIM,
Ella Konda, na sou po,
TO TELL MY SECRET, THIS NO GAME,
To mistiko mou ella tho,
TO STAY WITH ME I ASK,
Thellou na zesume mazi.
ENJOY OUR YOUTH AND IN IT BASK.
Me tin igia mas ke krasi
WE WILL LOVE, KISS AND SIP FROM WINE,
Sta hili sou ena fili, se agapo toso poli,
AND WHILST WE DINE,
Ke an to potiri me krasi
IF A GLASS MAY FALL, BREAK AND SPILL,
Poh tay gee thee,
LET IT BE ON ME, IF IT WILL.
Na eme ego, ke ohi esee.
TOLD YOU THE SECRET TO MY HEART,
Goritsi mou, kseris ese to mystiko,
YOU WERE MY LOVE FROM THE START,
Apti tin argee, esouna ese.
YOU KNOW I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU, SO
Yati horis esena then boro,
FOREVER YOU’RE MY GAL AND ME YOUR BEAU.
Eeme trelos ya sena mono esena agapo.
TOLD YOU THE SECRET TO MY HEART,
Goritsi mou, kseris ese to mystiko,
YOU WERE MY LOVE FROM THE START,
Apti tin argee, esouna ese.
YOU KNOW I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU, SO
Yati horis esena then boro,
FOREVER YOU’RE MY GAL AND ME YOUR BEAU.
Eeme trelos ya sena mono esena agapo.
TO STAY WITH ME I ASK,
Me tin igia mas ke krasi