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A SEARCHING HEART – An Ode to Love’s Unveiling

Oh, let my soul resound and heart’s melody trill,
Within this tapestry of words, a symphony to thrill,
Each thread of my being’s art, a love-filled quill,
Binding us in sweetness, an embrace no time can kill.

Beneath a summer’s sky, my spirit’s call does soar,
Resting in grace, like emerald leaves gently adore,
A blade of green, a whisper of love’s ancient lore,
In nature’s embrace, our hearts entwine even more.

My voice, a cascade of life’s essence and flow,
Crafted by the touch of lands where breezes blow,
Born of generations, the roots that deeply grow,
At thirty-seven, my journey begins, a love to know.

Beliefs and doctrines set aside, love takes the lead,
A spell of introspection, where truth finds its seed,
Welcoming all voices, whatever they may plead,
Love’s tapestry unfurls, a kaleidoscope indeed.

Nature’s wild energy, a primal force takes flight,
Unrestrained, unbound, in the day’s pure light,
A symphony of passion, in the starry night so bright,
Love’s fire burning fierce, an eternal flame alight.

In homes adorned with fragrant, tender delight,
Shelves of memories, in scents taking flight,
I inhale, mesmerized, love’s sweet, fragrant rite,
In this aromatic dance, our souls take flight.

The essence’s allure captivates, yet senses stay clear,
The untamed air, unbroken, whispers truth in the ear,
A fragrance of connection, no distance, no mere veneer,
Love’s gentle breeze, eternal, always near.

To the forest’s edge, I tread, love’s truth to share,
Baring my soul, vulnerability laid bare,
Craving nature’s touch, the wildness we declare,
Two hearts beating as one, an affair beyond compare.

Breath’s smoke, love’s echoes, whispers of silk,
Roots of passion, desires that never wilt,
My life’s rhythm dances to love’s secret lilt,
Day and night blend, our hearts forever built.

The scent of leaves, of sea-rocks kissed by sea,
In barn’s warm hold, hay’s fragrant glee,
These aromas remind of you and me,
Love’s symphony composed, a life’s masterpiece to be.

Words, like breath, take flight upon the wind’s gentle kiss,
A kiss, a touch, love’s language we never miss,
Tender embraces, love’s passion found in this,
In the realm of our hearts, our eternal bliss.

Light and shade, a dance on trees so fine,
Supple branches sway, as souls intertwine,
In solitude’s calm or life’s bustling line,
Love’s fire burns bright, eternally divine.

Wellness sensed, midday’s song in tune,
Melody of our hearts, from slumber to noon,
Greeting the sun, love’s warmth, like a boon,
In love’s embrace, two hearts forever swoon.

Have you measured the world or its endless scope?
Grasped poems’ truths, unlocked meanings’ rope?
Felt the surge of love, the passion’s ardent slope?
In this universe of us, our eternal hope.

Stay by my side, from dawn to twilight’s grace,
All verses’ wellspring, in love’s embrace,
Earth and sun’s essence, our love’s cosmic space,
Golden light of a thousand suns, love’s eternal chase.

No more through others’ eyes, truth we perceive,
Past and ghosts, we no longer grieve,
Through our hearts’ gaze, love’s secrets we believe,
In the symphony of our souls, forever to cleave.

Hear the voices, sift them through love’s soul,
In thoughts’ kaleidoscope, together we’re whole,
Love’s journey, an eternal scroll,
Forever entwined, two halves form a unique whole.

More and forever, our love’s eternal flight,
Boundless as stars, in passion’s tender light,
Two souls as one, united and bright,
In the universe of love, everything feels right.

::03.03.1997 ::


LA CATEDRAL

Hail the uncompleted verse, in its state so diverse,
Within the lines it bides, for its moment to immerse,
A saga unresolved, a tale of noir and mist,
Woven into clarity, till its essence truly kissed.

Among metaphoric whispers, it wanders, seeks and lingers,
Words elusive, fleeting, like ephemeral singers,
Past rhymes have had their say, yet this one hesitates,
Questing for its resolution, as time oscillates.

Resting on imperfect beats, where irregularity meets,
Time becomes its partner, as patience softly greets,
Struggling through the maze, where fragments intertwine,
The unfinished rhyme persists, till its stars align.

Finally, the awaited instance gleams, as reality redeems,
The rhyme declares its truth, fulfilling its destined themes,
Contentment finds its way, a sublime, sweet release,
Unfurling its wings of words, soaring with newfound peace.

:: 08.09.2023 ::


WHISPERS OF YOU: AN ODE TO LOVE AND LIME TREES

In the realm of tales, your heart does roam, as if it has transcended the confines of reality and embraced a world woven with threads of imagination. Beneath the soft glow of a dim lamplight, it finds a home, a sanctuary where emotions intertwine with the flickering shadows. The lamplight becomes a silent witness to the stories your heart silently narrates.

A maiden walks by, her presence like a delicate brushstroke on the canvas of your musings. Charming in her ways, she navigates the world with a grace that captures your attention. Yet, beneath her father’s stern collar’s gaze, there’s a sense of constraint, a reminder of the boundaries that surround her life.

To her discerning eyes, you might appear naive, your actions tinted with a hint of the absurd. Clad in ankle boots, she walks with an air of determination, a quiet confidence that sets her apart. She glances back at you, a fleeting connection that seems to acknowledge the notes of your melodies that hang in the air, wavering and uncertain.

Love takes hold of you, its grip tightening as the days stretch towards August’s warm embrace. The sonnets you pour onto paper become messengers of your affection, each line carrying the weight of your emotions and dreams. With every word, you manage to bring genuine smiles to her face, an accomplishment that fuels your poetic fervor.

As love blossoms, the world around you changes. Friends who once filled your days begin to fade into the periphery. You find yourself drifting away from the familiar scenes, no longer an active participant in the activities that once defined your days. Yet, amidst this transformation, a new chapter unfolds. She writes to you, bridging the distance that sometimes separates two souls.

On the eve of connection, cafes become your gathering places once again. Whether it’s the bitterness of beer or the refreshing tang of lemonade, you indulge in the simple pleasures that life offers. Seventeen is an age of transition, where seriousness and carefree spirits dance together, creating a unique blend of experiences. Lime trees form a verdant cascade along the promenade, a reminder of the vibrant hues that life paints against the canvas of youth. The symphony of green leaves rustling in the wind echoes the symphony of your heart, filled with the beats of anticipation and the promises of the unknown.

:: 08.07.2023 ::


TO DEATH DID WE DEPART

I do not know you now, nor do I care,
I’ll admit the truth, no need to pretend.
Your name’s not mine to mend or to repair,
Yet I take up the cause, perhaps to defend.

For we have both known passion’s sweet delights,
Feet pressed together, his, and others too,
Their love, a swoon that set the world alight,
Anointed, kissed, and brought to depths anew.

You fell, you prayed, and I, like souls possessed,
Thirsty and hungry, yearning to be free,
Towards Calvary, our hearts were so obsessed!

— Calvary, righteous, where our souls will be,
In doubts and artful tears, we share our sin,
A simple death, united, deep within.

:: 08.04.2023 ::


MYSTERIOUS TEARS AND PAIN

O city rain, my heart does pour,
Its teardrops fall, what can restore?
This languid pain that strikes the core,
A wound profound, I can’t ignore.

Soft raindrops patter all around,
A gentle sound, a soothing sound,
Amidst this pain, sweet rain is found,
Yet still, my heart in grief is bound.

Why do tears fall, I can’t explain,
They fill my heart, like endless rain,
No lover’s lie, no faithless stain,
Just mournful tears, a constant strain.

No love, no hate, just this unknown,
Why my heart aches, why it’s thrown
Into a world of tears, alone,
I seek the answer, yet it’s sown.

:: 08.04.2023 ::


À L’AMANT MOYEN

ce soir, les rues
me chuchotent leurs secrets
et je m’éloigne
d’amis qui taquinent
sous un soleil de minuit

ah les étoiles
dans leur danse sombre
ne peut pas tenir
tout l’amour
je ne peux pas nier

solitaires, ils brillent
comme je fais
affamé
pour toi
pour ton amour

personne d’autre
peut me faire sentir bien
j’ai faim de toi
et toi seul
mon coeur chante au ciel

ce soir, la toile de mon coeur
est noir et bleu
comme je me promène
sous le regard de la lune
chanter ton nom

ils sont seuls
et moi aussi
affamé
pour toi
pour ton amour

il n’y a personne d’autre
personne d’autre
qui peut combler ce vide
je n’ai envie que de toi

ce soir ce soir

étoiles solitaires
briller dans la nuit
et j’ai faim
pour toi
pour ton amour

personne d’autre
peut me faire sentir bien
j’ai tellement faim, tellement faim de toi
pour ton amour

ce soir, j’erre dans les rues
loin de tout
amis taquins
et le soleil de minuit
me chuchote
mon coeur pleure
pour toi
pour ton amour

ce soir ce soir
ce soir ce soir
ce soir ce soir


She Is Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night’s embrace,
Of cloudless climes and skies adorned with grace;
Where dark and bright, they blend in her sweet face,
Her aspect, eyes, a heaven’s gentle trace.
Thus mellowed, tender light, a radiant sight,
Denying gaudy day, with hues so bright.

One shade or ray, if altered, could erase,
The nameless grace that dwells in every trace,
Of raven tresses, flowing with such ease,
Soft light upon her face, a tranquil breeze.
Her thoughts, serene and sweet, in pure embrace,
Reveal a dwelling-place, so pure, so dear.

And on that cheek, and brow, so soft, so clear,
Eloquence finds home, yet calmness here.
With smiles that win, and tints that gently glow,
They speak of days in goodness, hearts aglow.
A mind at peace, embracing all below,
A heart of innocence, love’s blessed flow.

:: 08.02.2023 ::


UNDRESSES

She takes off her dress, and the mirror

obediently reflects her figure,

Now she sleeps, peacefully and profoundly,

Next to her, like a loyal dog, the mirror stands ready to watch over the night,

A faithful companion, in the dark and gloomy hours.

:: 07.28.2023 ::


A BIRD WITHOUT A TREE

How does the heart fare when left alone,
Like a bird without a tree?

Days spent by the stream,
Observing swirling eddies and lily pads,
Twirling aimlessly,
Just as I am without you.

A bird without a tree,
Both of us yearning,
Imagining the bliss we could share.

Whispers of the wind
Utter the words I dare not speak,
Longing and melancholy,
Like a restless dream,
Beneath the earth, a seed takes root;
Someday, a tree will grow.

Two lovers nestled in a nest,
Knowing that life is love,
To be shared and cherished,
Both believing… love never perishes.

Casting aside the flesh, I soar,
Above the vast skies,
Even if it remains a fantasy,
As long as you are by my side,
Rebirth holds no less meaning,
For pain is the key to life.

::rev: 07.15.2023 ::


THE ART OF CHOKE AND SURREAL LANDSCAPES

Ah! Boundless marsupials, shimmering embellishments, effervescent cocoa libations!

Thou art verily resplendent! Gleaming gems, resounding melodies, enchanting confections, palliative panaceas! Behold, the subjects long discussed in lofty discourse yet, they persist in rendering poetry a revelation!

These phenomena coexist within our quotidian existence, even amidst shores of conflict and funeral pyres. Verily, they possess significance. Their fortitude rivals that of stones.

Unfathomable echoes of celestial bounders, kaleidoscopic auroras that dance in tenebrous dreamscapes!

Transcendent realms where laughter twirls like cosmic embers, and time dissolves in a symphony of quivering hues.

Within this ethereal tapestry, kangaroos morph into stardust messengers, their pouches bursting with secrets untold.

Sequins morph into constellations, adorning the night sky with shimmering splendor, igniting celestial rhapsodies.

Oh, the nectar of cacao elixirs, flowing through veins like molten moonbeams, stirring senses and unearthing dormant desires.

In this surrealist ballad, chocolate sodas become elixirs of transcendence, each sip an eldritch alchemy that unlocks realms unseen.

Pearls, luminous orbs birthed from the depths of mysterious abysses, embody the wisdom of forgotten epochs, whispered by oceanic currents.

Harmonicas breathe melodies of eternal longing, their melancholic tunes an ode to the infinite longing of the soul.

Jujubes, saccharine enigmas, dissolve upon tongues, revealing fragments of enigmatic dreams, ephemeral moments captured in saccharine sweetness.

And aspirins, divine panaceas, alleviate not only corporeal afflictions but also the existential ache that plagues the spirit.

:: 07.12.2023 ::

Lo! These apparitions, these enigmatic fragments, are not mere ephemeral trifles but pillars of profound import.
They stand unwavering, stalwart as celestial stones, defying the tempests of existence, embodying the enigma of being.
Each verse weaves them into the tapestry of existence, unveiling their hidden meaning, turning the mundane into the miraculous.

Thus, oh seeker of the surreal, embrace these ethereal wonders, for they transcend the confines of mundanity.
Let them illuminate your path, casting cosmic radiance upon the banality of the everyday,
For within their enigmatic essence lies the boundless beauty of a universe unseen, waiting to be explored with eyes unshackled.

In the cosmic ballet of existence, where reality blurs with the fantastical,
Oh, let us delve deeper into the enigmatic abyss, where kangaroos frolic among nebulae,
Sequins birth galaxies, and chocolate sodas become elixirs of cosmic revelation.

For in these surreal vistas, where pearls transcend oceans of comprehension,
Harmonicas serenade celestial symphonies, and jujubes whisper secrets of the multiverse,
Aspirins dissolve the boundaries of perception, unleashing the infinite potential of the mind.

Behold, these eternal enigmas, mighty as the stars, shall forever defy comprehension,
And with each verse penned, we transcend the ordinary, unraveling the profound,
For the essence of surrealism lies not in the bizarre, but in the boundless wonder it evokes.

So let us, with quill and imagination intertwined, craft our final ode,
To the kangaroos, sequins, and chocolate sodas, and the mysteries they hold,
In this surrealist symphony, where rocks become poetry, and the surreal becomes our truth.

:: 07.12.2023 ::