Writings and Poems
The New Writers
"A dangerous woman" by Jennifer Farley
Infinitely compassionate and wildly loving.
Softly strong and strongly soft in my ways.
Don't get to close, you may see dreams come true and wishes appear from thin air.
I am a dangerous woman.......
Able to give unconditional love from an endless well within.
Blindingly bright ~ I will continue to shine until the stars fade from the heavens.
For God's sake, don't give me your heart, I might show you what it's for and how to use it.
I am a dangerous woman......
Capable and real.
Genuine and wise.
Whatever you do, don't tell me your secrets, I will keep them.
I am a dangerous woman.......
Gently staunch in my defense of family, friends and home.
Crazy in love with my life.
Don't expose me to your children, I may teach them something of value.
I am a dangerous woman.........
Reveling in my sensuality.
Enjoying all the pleasures of being female.
Stay away from me if a lover that is both your equal and your joy is what you seek.
I am all that I am meant to be.
If this means danger then......
I AM a dangerous woman.
Jennifer Farley
"He is like You and Me" by Georgina Laros
Though a tough life he’s had
The evidence clear
By his demeanour sad
He stands on the corner
With a smile he is ready
From the heat he is thirsty
And his stance is unsteady
There is seldom a day
He fails to greet
From standing is weary
Could do with a seat
The few words we exchange
I am sure make his day
As the traffic behind me
Angry feelings convey
Then there once was a day
He seemed rather despondent
Not at all like his usual self
To my wave not respondent
Couldn’t stop thinking
On my way home
How sad he looked
Was what inspired this poem
For when I look in his eyes
His soul I can see
His heart I can feel
He is like you and me
He too has his troubles
Perhaps worse than many
For I am sure in his pockets
Has not one single penny
If his spirits are dampened
By those who are ‘blind’
One would never know it
As to all he is kind
Except for that day
His enthusiasm gone
He seemed without hope
His smile no longer shone
It was then that I felt
A deeper connection
Saw him differently
Felt a kind of affection
For he too has a heart
Eyes that shed tears
Memories of a past
Perhaps better years
Yet even through this
He manages to smile
Wave and laugh
Chat for a while
Takes the time to ask
‘How is your day?'
When time allows
He has more words to say
Feel his pain that hides
Behind his eyes
Even though they are smiling
Difficult to disguise
No doubt! Like us all
He too has his dreams
From where he ‘stands’
No point, so it seems
Perhaps a kind word
A smile or a wave
Love and compassion
Like us all, he may crave
Not much to ask
From those that pass by
Takes a few seconds
To put him on a ‘high’
Selected a poem
Especially for him
Hope it gives light
To what appears dim
For when I look in his eyes
His soul I can see
His heart I can feel
He is like you and me
Georgina Laros
"thanks to all of you" by Rene Klove
You are my eyes when im going blind,
You are my soul when i lost mine,
You where my heart, when mine stop beating,
But most of all you are my love my faith and my breath.
when im touch by you I stop having pain
When i write this on my mind
Im no longer blind.
keep my hand warm when thes cold outside
Cool me down when im to hot.
this is my friendsship but most of all
you are my friend my sun on a rainy day.
My hope when i was lost
- deep inside i hold you to my heart
- give away a smile on day one time you of all people give me happiness.
For all my friends with a thanks for all the inspiration and faith to make Heartblod ll
René
You are my soul when i lost mine,
You where my heart, when mine stop beating,
But most of all you are my love my faith and my breath.
when im touch by you I stop having pain
When i write this on my mind
Im no longer blind.
keep my hand warm when thes cold outside
Cool me down when im to hot.
this is my friendsship but most of all
you are my friend my sun on a rainy day.
My hope when i was lost
- deep inside i hold you to my heart
- give away a smile on day one time you of all people give me happiness.
For all my friends with a thanks for all the inspiration and faith to make Heartblod ll
René
"we are now" by Thomas Springer
Wainting for the sun to appear
Believing that its light will free us
Providing a chance to escape
Living in our prison of self
Pretending the answer lies outside us
That if only we might find it somehow
All things will change in an instant
Never finding this answer
We are slaves to an endless journey
Always looking for that something
That lives inside our very souls now
This path of destruction we choose
Brings chaos to all we wish for
Clouding the mind and heart
With a vision of one day
This one day will never arrive
In following this thought we give ourselves away
Lost in a fantasy that we are not this moment
That one day we will become
When this moment fades
And we are left with only our true self
What becomes of your dream
Does the meaning of your life end as well
It is only here and now that I live
Without the past or projections of tomorrow
When I miss the beauty of today
I am not alive at all but asleep within my own self
I will not arrive at a place of awarness
Only in this day may I be alive
All else is past or without my knowing
Surrender that we are the now, none other can we ever be
Thomas Springer
"those three words" by Matt Harrison
Bearing nothing but my soul
Bidding my past goodbye
As the church bell rings it’s toll…
Listen for the splash
I assure you it will come
It shall signify my re-birth
Something most can fathom…
I Shout those three words
As the salt stings my cheeks
The words I've been longing to hear
The three words everyone seeks…
Then gently caress the water
With her constant change she holds me now
And remember me my love
For as long as time will allow…
Matt Harrison
"fumbling truth" by Gina Affatto
I listen
When the world around me is fumbling
lost for years and lost for time
I do not think of myself as a flower amongst dirt
I am the soil, I am here but not there
subtle loving...nuture all
the world around me
fumbles and fumbles
lest I get caught up
and the moon is calling
mystic clouds part...come my child...come touch the stars
glistening truth inside you
lay your head upon me
may the mystic rivers flow in you
subtlely loving...nutures all
The world fumbles...oh' the world fumbles
and in the palm of my hand
is the soil from the salt of the earth
because what am I?
I am the soil...sisters of the stars...child of the moon
sun rests in my heart
and I am free to smile at those who...
are fumbling
speak kind words
let me touch your hand in warmth
look away...look away
from the ghouls of the night...ghostful pleasures
I praise truth, it is what I am
fondly, you are too
Gina Affatato
'My Cinderella" by Munir Mezyed
This evening
All the birds flew away
And disappeared…
Heaven has the color of grief
And exile
Trees have the odor of waiting
Butterflies do not dare to fly
Not to frighten the dormant flower…
The endless emptiness freezes
Surprisingly
The sea becomes silent
Indulged in thinking
Thus your voice comes softly
Like a lonely cloud floating in the azure horizon
Desires to cast all its burdens
It wets me
I tremble
And with all my body’s strength
I hail: I want love
And grieve over a homeland
Where poetry can’t reside in it
Nor can love find a seat …!!
I think to uproot and throw my heart
Tearfully I say
O my beloved, none could see me
If your eyes wouldn’t glimpse at me
My sun has set since the day of my departure …
Night passes by
Fraught with mourning
And the soul moves with slow pace
While the world around me
Is growing older
Decaying
Decaying with me
Nourishing on its own Feces..
Mirage of vast space in the faraway horizon
Wraps in our warm embraces
Lights the night of loneliness
With illusions
Fantasies
Appetites
Thus the odor of blended kisses
With the sugar of lips
And mixture of dim lights and cries
Emanates …
Ah, only you, illusion, accompany the madness of my exile
And always remind me of my beloved
The bitter grief comes from there…
Woe unto you, vile illusion…!
You always enjoy lusciously my sorrows
Drag me there
Trying to draw the face of my beloved...
Let me be here
Enshrouded in poetry
Enjoy the company of My Cinderella,
In the forests …
My Cinderella is the goddess of gypsies
She adores dancing
Naked in the lust of dreams
Makes me savor the taste of the gypsy rites
And the sweetness of the breast
More luscious than the honey of divinity…
And persists in suckling me
Suckling me the milk of poesy
and the nectar of insanity...
"Dusk" by Steve Miller
I watched the dark sea, the ruffled blue-black
of a crow’s wing.
An orange glow like a driftwood fire
Along the horizon.
Green like the Aurora Borealis shot in rays
through the orange
To the glacier blue beyond.
a deepening path to Heaven
through indigo night sky.
In the presence of such holiness,
my prayer was without words.
Like the Glory I saw,
I was silent.
I was part of the Glory
Consumed with Glory
I became the Glory
the sky was my heart.
Not a man with a man’s problems
But the green and orange rays of light
A driftwood-fire flash
Of Divine hope.
Steve Miller
"My Dream unfulfilled" by Sherry Shereen
Blushed and flushed,when I saw him stare
the look in his eyes, told me a lot
words unsaid,emotions to share
My weeping eyes,his weeping heart
My dreams unfulfilled and his wishes still there
My heart still pounding, his hands still shaking
Feelings untold and desires bold,
Lips waiting to be kissed,and hands to hold
longing him to my heart's desire
deep love,with flowing passion and fire
He came a step close to me
and my heart skipped a beat
It was a moment ,,Ahh!! to see,
I said to myself, wow, what a treat
To have by your side,
The one you so longingly need
Everything around me seems
gossiping about our true love
The breeze caressing the trees,
The whispers in the wind,....
......and the lisping leaves
I see the Sea-Gulls flying above
Singing songs of our true love
sweet,soft notes dancing on their wings,
saying behold!!Witness a true lover's tale
My soul uplifts..seeing them sing
As he approached to touch my hand,
.. my eyes opened up, couldn't see him stand
Looked around ,saw no one there,
his love, his look, his smile, his stare
All was but a dream,that I had been dreaming on
My desires,my wishes,my dreams all gone
He was so there a little before
I saw him , and felt his warm breath too
Was this real or a dream .... not sure
what I pulsed and felt was a love so pure
Wishing my dream could one day come true..
I would give all treasures for one moment with him
Nothing is so precious, as he is to me
If only I could see ,his face,his eyes
Oh for him, my heart so cries
To love and share and to see,
the grin on his face, when his eyes fall on me
One thing I know and will hold so dear
Our special love,whether far or near
My feelings for him ,I can not hide,
I wish he was here, by my side
Being loved by him, Ohh!! would seem..
Like being with him in an awesome dream
Wish that moment could come true
When I would hear him say, I love you.
Today - Luna
with my eyes closed, think no tomorrow.
Today I shall jump over my fearness,
with my arms opened widely, allowing forgiveness.
Today I shall enjoy a walk, me and my shadow,
and take natura's whispering, as a ...fluffy marshmallow.
Today, I shall take a deep breathe and taste,
how fresh how rich this moment is, nothing to waste.
Today, I shall feel, my mind all emptied and no more grieves...
the cold of the season, the warm of sunlight,
autumn, its colours, the sound of the leaves,
oh? which are making rounds now, flying with delight.
Today, may I start singing? like a little child,
is nothing, just simple, a short lullaby!
Today, may I take some time just for my own?
for doing what? nothing.. just stay alone.
Today, ah... around looks so quiet,
while during the tempest all went mad and wild.
all noises, wind, rain drops are gone with the storm.
Today, is my turn now... stomp stomp stomp!
Luna
