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Beyond breaths that leave the being breathless,
such a wait is becoming unbearable,
the flight of fingertips
fumble before they feel
Shall I cease the excitement
When I was invited,
in magical moments so real?
To begin again -
being patient, of that I am truly able
while the view leaves the being speechless,
I am breathless
as you Unbutton,
new possibilities
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Something playful
~ Open to new moments ~
Before I only knew you in our lesson
A legendary beauty that I adorn
But when I travel to a forested place
I saw you looking at me face to face
You are standing under a gigantic tree
Glistening like crystals around your body
An enchanting picture that I want to touch
Oh so beautiful and I love you so much!
Can I hold you in my arms for a second?
And touch your magically pointed horn?
It’s a priceless gift I receive on my birthday
I am speechless and I don’t know what to say
Your horn is a symbol of purity and grace
Sprinkle your healing magic that’s my wish
To the world of disappointments and emptiness
So that we will live a life full of happiness
My unicorn, so white under the moonlight
Can I ride with you and I will hold you tight
If this is a dream I will not open my eyes dear
I will savor the moments with you forever
Maria Paz Samelo
10/2/2012
This poem is lovingly and heartily dedicated to my friend PD on her special day. You are the person face to face with the magic unicorn in this simple poem of mine. Hope you will like it. May your birthday be a memorable day because we are here for you…Your PS family. Million hugs and kisses from me… Maria
*2nd Place
*For PD's-Unicorns Contest.
*Written by: Maria Paz Samelo
* October 02, 2012
One touch leaves me breathless,
like the wind
teasing a tiny butterfly,
but hungry eyes caress
silky skin,
and my lips find your lullaby
Upon the melody,
of your kiss
the nude gem of your paradise,
while love takes you softly
to such bliss,
I seem to get lost in your sighs
One look leaves me speechless,
like music
playing with no words to dance to,
but then you go undress
the magic,
with hungry eyes of tender blue
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Theme~ In Your Eyes
Something playful, romantic and passionate
Form of Poetry~ Tri-fall
Consists three 6-line stanzas,
for a total of 18 lines. The rhyme scheme is a,b,c,a,b,c
and meter for each stanza is as follows: 6/3/8, 6/3/8.
Featured Poem- 4/14/2019
Do you say grace at your meal?
giving thanks to God for your food
recognizing that the Lord provided it
being God who does everything good
God the great creator in the beginning
having made all with His hands
showing all we have is from Him
all the world created in all the lands
Have a think about how food came
everything has a beginning from a seed
that seed grows and grows and grows
all originated by God, all His creed
It's funny how when given a gift
we quite easily can say thank you
but when given no end of gifts
speechless we become, words are few
So let's give our grace always to God
for all we have comes from our provider
be grateful and thankful from our heart
prayerfully looking to your divine minder!
I smile, deceiving time, but my bewitching heart weeps,
In the evenings when loneliness spreads its canvas with sparse stars.
To love you – means I wish you fields of poppies under the illuminated moon,
Means that your kindness blossoms in my speechless garden.
I love you – and this translates to my breeze no longer caressing your foundation,
Words have become white butterflies, meetings – willowy trees by the river,
No more food is needed for my melancholy,
Nor fuel for the giant clock of restlessness.
And on the path, where our steps were meant to drip the dawn of silk,
Now, spills only a froth of darkness and a murmur of pearls.
From the banks, old age, like a lighthouse in the fog, sends its silent signals,
And it’s time to walk towards oblivion, with peonies on shoulders, with stars caught in hair.
My love – means I want to filter out every mist, to only distill grace upon you.
How to pluck the memory, a vase adorned with night crystals in the soul?
How to leave in the cold your blue giving, bruised by wind, smeared by the storm?
How not to bear your burden in hands, a sacred altar of this earthly pilgrimage?
But whispers are lost in the echo of the wilderness – who will answer, my comfort?
Who will speak of what is possibility, what is a dream, in this realm-kingdom?
No one will sing in chorus for us, no one will illuminate the city of addresses,
Nobody will unravel the enigma – who will say love isn’t a struggle in the unseen?
We are lost in the story, where love does not wear a light cloak,
Nowhere is it written how to give up on love, how to remove entwined stars from the heart,
Nowhere is there a map, nor compass that shows the path to the simple,
And the knots of the heart, in this tangled labyrinth, not even a Merlin can undo,
Who has uttered, in the whisper of the century, that to love is like to fly without wings to beseech?
At dusk, a brilliant western panorama
displayed off our seventh floor balcony.
Fluorescent colors, clouds of fuchsia, amber,
yummy yellow golden glazes across the sky.
So spectacularly spanning sentient space
a show of shows of unearthly grace.
Looming large clouds block the final moments
of light, tumultuous turmoils of my
little life reappear to slant the final view.
In contrast to my current mind of hope lost
for the future, the world closes in as I fell
into the despairing darkness of sleep that night
to awake in my dream to a gala porch party
on our balcony, attending was everyone,
my benefactors - Mark Twain, Martin Luther King,
Albert Einstein, Leonard Cohen, Rudyard Kipling,
Robert Frost, Maya Angelou and Dorothy Parker.
The "usuals" who would, could draw me close
but I'd have none of it, my mood morose.
Sullen, I waded disconsolate through the crowd
to the rail, reached in the basket I'd kept
for the long hemp escape rope, supple as a snake,
knotted it, put the loop around my neck
heart pounding, they gasped, chatter turned to fear.
Then a white dove flew under our canopy
and sat on Kipling's shoulder peacefully posing.
Clumsily confused, I climbed atop the railing
turned to look at the party - troubled, bereft,
speechless, said nothing, then jumped.
Oh the rushed flying feeling enthralling!
Soaring in the wind, all the while falling -
instantly, I was sorry it would all stop.
The dove descending on me caught my gaze
an iconic spiritual symbol that allured.
Through the dove's eyes I saw the party leaning,
a taut rope, a body swinging below.
Startled from dour slumber, back in my bed;
no breath, panting, panicked, tears trickling,
my wife up to hug me, save me from myself.
Shaken, I knew just exactly what to do
quickly to the balcony, opened the rope basket
to find all in place, then I noticed my hands,
palms bleeding, rope burned and raw,
pinned to my nightshirt was a piece of paper,
on it was this poem that I'd never written.
Bleary beyond belief, a surge force welled up,
a dove flies into the dawn sky bursting new light -
the otherness released finally from within.
I felt new found freedom from dream depths -
reborn, awake with renewed hope,
that memorable morning on the seventh floor.
I was at a indecision.
Caught at the cross light, hit with a vision.
An old lover smiling back.
Holding up a picture of us from way back.
Her voice again I finally heard.
Speechless I stood there finally cured.
She had showed me all of life's vices, and said "You'll always have me."
She brought the quality of my life to the top from the bottom.
Then the vision fell from my mind like leaves in Autumn.
I was in my car caught at a cross light.
My vision had handed me my closure.
As time went on, so did life.
As time goes on, to remember the good times I had to think twice.
Now I'm tired of looking back, I got my eye's set on the sky.
Time for hi's , tired of goodbyes, I got a new fire burning inside, a new glare in my eye.
Nobody can see it but I can feel it.
You can't see oxygen but you can breath so believe it.
Negativity, leave it.
The road ahead is clear, but sometimes I end up sleeping in.
I know I'm wrong God but where do I begin.
Step in my shoes and you'll feel my sins.
And if I don't step up, I know life will bring out my worst.
See, women may be awesome but I only remember my first.
I only remember my first.
When you first sang that song I loved,
I was so captivated, I knew in that moment
You were always meant to be my beloved.
I felt a release from years of feeling spent.
You didn't even know it, but I was waiting
For anyone to sing it to me with the intention
To reassure I'm worthy of someone forgiving
Me for mistakes I rather never mention.
Whenever you sing at all, I feel speechless.
I may seem spaced out, but you impress me.
Your voice suits your sweet handsomeness.
I just want to harmonize with you, to just be.
Whenever I listen to that song on repeat,
I have a fond smile that frees me from rue,
As well as warmth from my head to my feet.
I'll love you for as long as you love me too.
When I met the girl of my dreams
On a bus in South Korea
I was speechless.
I did not know what to do.
Over the course of the evening
I ran into her several times.
Finally, I was introduced to her.
I muttered some lame excuse
About wanting to find a Korean tutor,
and got her number.
The next day she came to the gate of my base.
Where I was teaching ESL to Koreans
She said that she had to speak with me.
I told to wait in the library for about an hour,
and I would cancel class
and meet her then.
We went out for coffee.
She told me that she was madly
in love with me
And simply had to have me.
I told her I felt the same way.
I proposed five days later,
And got married one month later.
Does she believe this story?
She claims she does not believe it
Because it is impossible to be true.
But I know that there are other worlds
And other times.
In a past life we must have been together somehow.
And our love was so strong
That it crossed over the barrier of past lives.
She found me in 1974,
But it took until 1982
For us to actually meet
248 (eman dine tare bala jay)
On a day like this, perhaps,we may hum along the river Shenandoah , carefree
On a day whence it rains to reign a full swing, even though unpredictable, the longest is she! The river Trinity!
On a day like this to feel carefree, born to be free , and we say as she will be
A husky voice like this to be a thunderbolt aftermath , an unforeseen divinity
A rainy day like this to feel a rain soaked bird nest weaver mourner serenity
knocked out a wanderer pour, the darkest day light to soar.
None would lend an ear and hence forth uproar
None would be there, undisturbed absorbance , only speechless
Nihilism and kismet , wills met face to face , and the deepest solace
a down pouring rain, an usher from the sky
A lone ranger is she, with none other there to drift along trinity!
Sophist a lowly world here to trick
Tricky a cacophony to lure a meek
A compassionate gaze, a carefree to timely cage a whim, a majestic cry!
concise, specified and bullet point answered whence enchanted eyes
met in the depth, trickling downpour, two by two and more
Heart reached out to heart a beat , only they
And the remnant is in the dark sits there to say nothingness in a may
no loser is the world and she
longs to be there to no scar to any one charming to be
Incessant a down pour
She took a stance in an estranged oddity and for
And we told stories foretold
to impeach none to beseech or to preach
An ayah blew there a deep may to blow a gentle say in plethora delight
and lightning struck to mesmerize a dumb strike to take a heed every now and then
remnant they say, serenity, thou may, italic verse to grow optimistic, and even though
Turner entropy might say today, otherwise after all these are tarnished and although
On a day like this, perhaps, we may hum along the river Shenandoah, carefree
On a day whence it rains to reign a full swing, even though unpredictable, the longest is she! The river Trinity!