Short Respire Poems

Despair To Expire
Respire To Aspire...

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Grande ou pequeno

O sucesso 
não é em função do tamanho, 
dos resultados, da idade 
ou da riqueza. 

Respire fundo, 
cante alto 
e 
doce: 
"Eu sou eu, 
sou único, 
sou magnífico".

Isso é ter sucesso!...

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Sinestésica

Quer comer 
o vento,
ainda que,
nunca engula
todas as falas,
quer voar 
sentir o vento,
pegar e fazer 
mais e mais.

Sinestésica;
nunca se preocupe
respire o ar 
verde do outono
vá pegar e fazer
mais e mais....

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Pare 

Na sua vida
nos seus negócios
Pare tudo.
Para agora!
 
Hoje: Pare! 
Respire fundo.
Comece a fazer as suas escolhas,
Escolha o amor, 
escolha a gratidão,
Escolha o perdão, 
escolha fazer mais,
um pouco mais
SEMPRE FAZE MAIS!...

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Forte

Quando 
tudo 
parece difícil,
e tudo que 
você vê 
é a montanha 
para subir,
respire fundo, 
deixe seu 
espírito 
crescer, 
e deixe 
seu coração 
e alma 
se alinharem
para dar-te
a força
para seguir 
e fazer,
mais e mais....

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To respire is to subsist
To scurry is to fly
To be who you are is to bare your inner core
To be devoided of you is to finally subsist
To breath is to live
To run is to fly
To be who you are is to find your calling
To be with out you is to finally live!!!...

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Searching for freedom, 
in the forest of sounds, 
whispering my name, 
in this breeze found. 

And so I respire, 
in heavens beautiful scent, 
of a rose seduced 
by the morning dew. 

And forgive what becomes, 
forseen by petals of lilly pads, 
floating down.. 
...the river of sin....

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Hoje

Hoje: Pare! 
Respire fundo.
escolha,
escolha o amor, 
escolha a gratidão,
escolha o perdão, 
escolha fazer mais,
um pouco mais,
SEMPRE FAZER MAIS!
 
Você já sabe: 
mas não custa lembrar
a cada dia 
um pouco mais
com carinho, 
compreensão 
e paciência
faça sempre
mais e mais....

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Within my closet,
sits my skeloton,
here its whisper,
inside its scream.
And into this dream,
I walk with cement,
holding my ego,
in its mirrors I gaze,
sharp jagged reflections,
respire from the myst,
that fogs my eyes.

And still love cry's,
becoming nothing but,
that of a lit lamp,
empty of laughter....

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What are you to me?
I am en kindle earth.
You are abysmal sky.
I feel your shadow.
You enjoy my fragrance.
I face your anger thunderbolt.
you drench my thirst.
I adore you.
I endear you.
I respire of you.
You're rudiment of me.
I can never stretch to you.
You can never stoop down to me.
What are you to me?...

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Sempre foi assim

Em todos os tempos;
hoje e sempre;
o sucesso 
não é em função do tamanho, 
dos resultados, da idade ou da riqueza. 

Em todos os tempos;
hoje e sempre;
respire fundo, 
cante alto e  doce: 
"eu me conheço,
eu sou eu, 
sou único, 
sou grata por saber fazer mais e mais".

Isso é ter sucesso!...

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on cheese sandwiches without salad
duty bound, honour-encouraged, black sliver linings in my clouds
and then the automatic asked for blessing
falls upon me, and devours, the ever present emotion

the passion o. the passion. blends
in colours dancing, in china shops
and my stepped on toes, respire
exhailing causiing flower...

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I fight this struggle every day.
I struggle to respire.
Like drawing air through a straw.
I'm always craving more.
I just never get quite enough.
I sit motionless, for conservation.
Afraid to expend my much needed energy,
energy needed to live.
My wheezing is strained.
Daily, I spar with my disease.
One day, I'm afraid
It may win....

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Pare tudo

Na sua vida
nos seus negócios
Hoje: Pare! 
Respire fundo.

Comece 
a fazer as suas escolhas,
escolha a gratidão,
escolha fazer mais,
um pouco mais
SEMPRE FAZEr MAIS!
 
Você já sabe: 
mas não custa lembrar
A cada dia um pouco
a cada dia um pouco mais
Com carinho, 
compreensão e paciência

A sua criação nasce......

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la lumière dans tes yeux respire la beauté

so elegant the cygnet glides
a glass top glint speaking out
a call to day, here shadows lay
in the depths of a morning glow

and as rich pine treetops sway
the thrill of a nightingale shrills

beauty still rests before my eye
absorbed, my passions beat
attracted to a scent of yearn
inhaled, with her bosom held...

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Crepuscular is waning afternoon,
in lapis lazuli does day respire.
The seashore chimes its solitary rune
as tentative the lapping waves acquire
the briny echo of a mermaid's lyre.
Though timidly does surf caress the beach
in mirrored shades of night as they conspire,
brave wisps of comets in the untold reach
of space diffuse and pluck my heart into the breach....

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holding you

for a moment
my arms filled with you
resting in the hollow of your shoulder
thoughts respire sighishly
i remember this.

we fit
we fit and I thank the goddess
there is a place for me
beside you it is there
in the shape of your body.

your scent 
like laundry on the line
wind from your mountains
clean sweet intoxicating
drifts me across your tenderness....

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Sing a lullaby
send to sleep a troubled mind
would that I could ease you so
respire cooling air
envelop your burning hate
would that I could quench it thus
offer soothing hand
cup and still that troubled soul
calm your essence racing tide
this will never be
pain you made your prison cell
cannot hear my call my plea



For contest 'Compose a Choka', sponsor Janis Thompson...

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https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/processes-of-life
 

The basic essence of being alive
The process to live and thrive
Movement as the ability to move
Respire to release energy from food
Response to changes, sensitivity
Building blocks, growing steadily
Reproduction of offspring
Excreting waste, healthy living
Food for energy, vital nutrition
Life processes of healthy condition

Written by Geraldine Taylor ©...

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sitting and breathing,
 I am again
 in the wonder

there are fissures
 in my night sky
 I see a skerrick
 of heaven 

flaming stones
 happen through
 etching minutes
 on small hours 

starbursts course
 onto the Milky Way,
 snow in space and
 angel dust in my eye

pieces of humanity
 drift in the iris
 overawed,
 breathing stops 

in the incredible
 astonishment
 of existence
 and the favour
 of life 

I respire
 once more...

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The montrosity of my self awarness, 
in precular days that are no more, 
all becomes what is dreamed, 
in sustainment from my eyes. 

Tears that swell, 
becomes a bubble that expands, 
to feel the gaps that form my breath, 
inside my feverish dreams. 

And then it begins, 
a repeating cycle, 
that becomes controle, 
because its to late. 

As I respire to dream, 
watching my daydreams, 
inside a worlds glass ball, 
I float on its surface....

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