[CENTER][B]Phone
[/B]
I sit here and pray
For the phone to beep
All is so silent
Not even a peep.

Day after long day
I sit and I wait
Biting my nails
Needing my mate.

Dreaming all of the day
And into the night
Crying into my pillow
Hugging it tight.

Remembering the times
We kissed and caressed
Loving each other
Oh, it was the best.

So I sit by the phone
Willing it to ring
Hoping that some day
To me it will bring.

The love of my life
The joy of my heart
Back to me again
Never to part.[/CENTER]

[B][FONT=Arial][SIZE=4]Ein liebes Wort[/SIZE][/FONT][/B]

[B][FONT=Arial,Helvetica,Geneva,Swiss,SunSans-Regular][SIZE=2]Ein liebes Wort ist wie ein Licht
das in den Alltag scheint,
es ist wie Balsam für das Herz
das manchmal heimlich weint.

Ein liebes Wort zur rechten Zeit
ist Trost und Kraft zugleich,
es ist des Herzens Dialog
und macht uns froh und reich.

Ein liebes Wort ist schnell gesagt,
doch fällt es oft so schwer,
es scheint als ob die Ignoranz
in uns einfacher wär.

Ein liebes Wort verändert viel,
bringt Friede in die Welt,
es ist ein Regenbogenlicht
das in die Seele fällt.
[/SIZE][/FONT][/B]

France Prešeren
 

[B][SIZE=2]SLOVO OD MLADOSTI[/SIZE][/B]

Dni mojih lepši polovica kmalo,
mladosti leta! kmalo ste minule;
rodile vé ste meni cvetja malo,
še tega rož'ce so se koj osule,
le redko upa sonce je sijalo,
viharjov jeze so pogostó rjule;
mladost! vender po tvoji temni zarji
srcé bridkó zdihuje, Bog te obvarji!


Okusil zgodej sem tvoj sad, spoznanje!
Veselja dókaj strup njegov je umoril:
sem zvedel, de vest čisto, dobro djanje
svet zaničvati se je zagovoril,
ljubezen zvésto najti, kratke sanje!
zbežale ste, ko se je dan zazóril.
Modrost, pravičnost, učenost, device
brez dot žalváti videl sem samice.





Sem videl, de svoj čoln po sapi sreče,
komur sovražna je, zastonj obrača,
kak veter nje nasproti tému vleče,
kogar v zibéli vid'la je berača,
de le petica da ime sloveče,
de človek toliko velja, kar plača.
Sem videl čislati le to med nami,
kar um slepí, z goljfijami, ležámi!





Te videt', grji videti napake,
je srcu rane vsekalo krvave;
mladosti jasnost vender misli take
si kmalo iz srcá spodi in glave,
gradove svitle zida si v oblake,
zelene trate stavi si v pušave,
povsod vesele lučice prižiga
ji up goljfivi, k njim iz stisk ji miga.





Ne zmisli, de dih prve sapce bóde
odnesel to, kar misli so stvaríle,
pozabi koj nesreč prestanih škode,
in ran, ki so se komej zacelile,
dokler, de smo brez dna polníli sode;
'zučé nas v starjih letih časov sile.
Zato, mladost! po tvoji temni zarji
srcé zdihválo bo mi, Bog te obvarji!

[CENTER][B]A Gentle Touch[/B]

A gentle brush of his fingers,
Sending shivers down my spine.
In the love I see in his eyes,
Is a love that equals mine.

He greets me with a smile,
And leaves me with a kiss.
If he were to ever leave me,
I couldn't imagine what I'd miss.

Maybe it's his touch,
Or the way he makes me feel.
But whatever it is,
I'm head over heels.


Author: Danyka A. Hoover[/CENTER]

[B][COLOR=#ffffff][SIZE=+2][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]She Was A Phan[/COLOR][COLOR=Black]tom of Delight[/COLOR][/SIZE][/SIZE][/COLOR][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black] [/COLOR][/SIZE][/B]
She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.

I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
A Traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.
[B][I]~William Wordsworth[/I][/B]

[CENTER][B]Them[/B]
Deep underground lay the legendary Lake of Largesse
in a sodden and shadowy cave.
The dark, damp air undisturbed by recent ingress
of people come to say what they crave.
The mood was now disturbed by a visitor however.
A young mage bent on making his name.
He had sought out this place in his resolve to uncover
the "them" of "us and them" fame.
He had cajoled archdemons and also made threats.
He'd endured the laughs and weathered disgrace
He had questioned his friends and called in all debts
and now here he was in this place.
His journey had taught him not to bypass the obvious
and besides, there was no-one to see.
So he called out "Show me all those covert and devious"
and awaited the results of his plea.
Several minutes passed by before he looked in the lake
and saw nothing more than his reflection.
But he had laid other plans given what was at stake
so it was not yet time for dejection.
He searched in his pack and finally withdrew
some ingredients, and a pestle and mortar
with which he ground them to a powder of purest royal blue.
Then deftly sprinkled it over the water.
Where the powder touched water it burnt with a passion.
That it had worked the mage held no doubt.
But when he looked in the lake his complexion went ashen
for only his reflection gazed out.
He was now left with only one last spell to essay
but this one was powerful indeed
It was a risky proposition. If he erred he would pay
but this spell could do nought but succeed
"Third time is the charm" he said, trying to sound convinced
as he emptied the pack on the ground
For this was the spell he'd dared not cast since
he'd failed it last time around.
He lit candles, wore charms and drew runes on each arm
He scattered more powders with abandon.
Then stepped into the lake and drew a knife down his palm
spilling his own blood in the cavern.
The lake turned red and then started to bubble.
as thunder echoed around.
The floor began to shake, intimating trouble
as he staggered towards drier ground.
But as land and water rapidly subsided, then he knew
he would finally have his revelation.
So he returned to the water and leant over to
see only himself in frustration.
He gained many names as subsequent successes went by
such as "Spellslinger", "Maestro" or "Slayer".
But the one thing he never could understand was why
he never found out who "they" were.

Adam Rulli-Gibbs[/CENTER]

shum me pelqeeeen
 

[B][SIZE=2]As A Perfume [/SIZE][/B]
As a perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you, remaining
Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me: all things leave me:
You remain.

Other thoughts may come and go,
Other moments I may know
That shall waft me, in their going,
As a breath blown to and fro,
Fragrant memories: fragrant memories
Come and go.

Only thoughts of you remain
In my heart where they have lain,
Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining,
A hid sweetness, in my brain.
Others leave me: all things leave me:
You remain.
[B] ~Arthur Symons[/B]

[CENTER][B]Time Flies[/B]
Aloud the Prof's computer spoke,
a recently made refinement,
and with its sweet dulcet tones awoke
us to give us our assignment.
Take the common housefly. You may say
that plenty of those exist.
But these, the Prof had given their DNA
a four dimensional twist.
We were to take these gnarly bugs
and examine how they age.
So we pumped them full of drugs
and placed them in a cage.
It was bogus. We finally realised plenty
left, we didn't see them go.
But it seemed we, totally, lost twenty
Time Flies, like, in a row.


Adam Rulli-Gibbs[/CENTER]

[B][SIZE=2]One Way Love

[/SIZE][/B] A one way love can never thrive;
It needs reciprocation.
And so in order to survive
My love needs affirmation.



So throw your caution to the sky,
And let your heart command.
You'll find that it will not deny
A love which must expand.



Come now, to me, with open arms
And sweep me off my feet;
And then display for me your charms,
To make my love complete.



My one way love will terminate
Without your inspiration.
So, therefore, please reciprocate
With no more hesitation.
[I][B]~Ara John Movsesian [/B][/I]

[B]AUTO[/B]

Elles dorment dans mes poches,
mes lettres non envoyées ;
je sens chuchoter sous ma peau leurs lignes
et les enveloppes tremblotantes
une philatélie que mes êtres chers ne pourront pas
m'arracher
ce sont des lettres que j'ai peut-être écrites
mais je me les suis envoyées à moi-même
dans des adresses lointaines
à dire que je voudrais m'expliquer
par les raisons des autres
mes propres déficiences ;
Sous ma peau dorment
des lettres
tout un tas de courrier
des lettres que je me résoudrai à envoyer, peut-être ;
au fait, je les ai envoyées, mais à moi-même,
à moi qui, comme une boîte postale jamais dépouillée,
accumule pour mon propre compte de la tendresse, des mots doux
tellement bien écrits à l'adresse des autres
que personne n'en pourra faire autant à mon adresse.




[RIGHT][COLOR=Gray][B]Ervin HATIBI[/B][/COLOR]
[/RIGHT]

[LEFT][B][SIZE=2]Far Far Away[/SIZE][/B]
[/LEFT][LIST][LIST][LIST][LIST][LIST][/LIST][/LIST][/LIST][/LIST][/LIST]When we're not together
my thoughts drift alongside
memories of you
Things we've done
the way you smile so brightly
that helps me forget my worries
and celebrate our wonders.

When we're not together
my moods come into play more often
and make me yearn for the strength
I feel in you
the security I find in your eyes


When we're not together
I sometimes feel so very alone,
for myself and you ...
imagining you being without
my loving feelings
as I am without yours.


When we're not together ...
my best wishes still go with you always,
wishing to share in your exitements
wanting to comfort your hurts
needing to be reassured that
you're keeping warm and well


When we're not together...
I seem to spend my time
wishing that we were.


[I][B]by Sumod [/B][/I]

[CENTER][B]Nightmares
[/B]
From the depths of my imagination,
comes a dream that seems so real ,
Awakened by the breath of danger,
with a presence that I can feel.

Hidden from reality deep within my mind,
shaken up and kept from all my sleep.
I fear sleeping for it will come again,
terrified under covers lying here in a heap.

Childhood demons watching my every move,
they're staying hidden deep within my head.
I'm to afraid to move for fear they may attack,
I hide there in my room hidden in my bed.

The door is to far away for me to make a run,
Demons waiting for a move so they can grab my head.
But if I could only grab my laser off of my night stand,
I could escape if I'm careful,once I shoot them dead.

Those demons of the night that stalk me in my sleep,
there were many nights I just laid there and weep.
But as I grew up my thoughts turned to other things
now all I dream of are things I long to keep.[/CENTER]

[B][SIZE=2]Love's Philosophy [/SIZE]
[/B]The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by law divine
In one another's being mingle;--
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me? [INDENT][B][I]Percy Shelley[/I][/B][/INDENT]

[CENTER][B]The Little People[/B]


Across the Great Horizon
from the other side of the earth.
There lived a clan of little men
who have become so dearth.

It seems they read our minds
and do little things for fun.
They don't come out at day
for they can't stand the sun.

With beards so long and curly
and ears all red and pointed.
They tried to live amongst us
but became so disappointed.

So across the Great Horizon
beneath the ground so deep.
They live out their lives,
in a dark world that they keep.

They still come to check on man
to make sure he's still alive.
Making sure to stay out of site,
so their race can still survive.[/CENTER]

[B][SIZE=2]Love [/SIZE][/B]

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat ;
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you.[INDENT][INDENT] [B][I] Samuel Taylor Coleridge[/I][/B] [/INDENT][/INDENT][COLOR=Black][/COLOR]

[CENTER][B]Flights of Fantasy[/B]

How the flights of fantasy
can bewilder some.
How it can capture loneliness
make it flee and run,
And turn the tables
inside out,
The cry into a shout,
Can make the unexpected fun,
The expected cease to come.

Yes! strange that path of fantasy
makes happier the mind,
Makes brighter, lighter, the joy within
which rings and sings and climbs.

Flights can come and flights can go
And flights can come between
And you'll find that I'll be riding there
Where the forest meets the green.

Yes, I'll ride the wings of fantasy,
of wonder, love and light,
And I'll ride them here,
and I'll ride them there,
through the winding paths of night.

And I'll sing to you of that rainbow high
Of its lovely, lofty light,
Of those wonderful, enchanted Isles
Yes, my fantasies of Flight!

By Linda A.[/CENTER]

[B][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]Once In A Lifetime

[/COLOR][/SIZE][/B] [SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]Once in a lifetime,[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]you find someone special,[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]your lives intermingle,[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]and somehow you know . . .[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]This is the beginning[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]of all you have longed for,[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]a love you can build on,[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]a love that will grow . . .[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]Once in a lifetime,[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]to those who are lucky,[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]a miracle happens[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]and dreams all come true--[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]I know it can happen,[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]it happened to me, for I've found [/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]my "once in a lifetime" [/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black]with you.[/COLOR][/SIZE]
[B][SIZE=2][COLOR=Black][I]Author Unknown[/I][/COLOR][/SIZE][/B]

[CENTER][B] Inaugural Poem[/B]


A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no more hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.
The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,
Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.
The River sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.
Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.
Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers--desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.
I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours--your Passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister's eyes, into
Your brother's face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.





[B][I][U][SIZE=2]By Maya Angelou[/SIZE][/U][/I][/B]


[/CENTER]

[B][COLOR=#444444][FONT='Times New Roman']Pst![/FONT][/COLOR][/B]
[B][COLOR=#444444][FONT='Times New Roman'][/FONT][/COLOR][/B][B][COLOR=#444444][FONT=Verdana][/FONT][/COLOR][/B]
[SIZE=3][B][COLOR=#444444][FONT='Times New Roman']Es gibt ja leider Sachen und Geschichten,
Die reizend und pikant,
Nur werden sie von Tanten und von Nichten
Niemals genannt.

Verehrter Freund, so sei denn nicht vermessen,
Sei zart und schweig auch du.
Bedenk: Man liebt den Käse wohl, indessen
Man deckt ihn zu. [/FONT][/COLOR][/B][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][B][COLOR=#444444][FONT='Times New Roman'][SIZE=2][/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR][/B][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][B][COLOR=#444444][FONT='Times New Roman'][/FONT][/COLOR][/B][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][B][COLOR=#444444][FONT='Times New Roman'][SIZE=2](Wilhelm Busch)[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR][/B][/SIZE]

[B][SIZE=2]Gabriela Mistral[/SIZE][/B]

[SIZE=2][/SIZE][B][SIZE=2]Adiós[/SIZE][/B]



En costa lejana
y en mar de Pasión,
dijimos adioses
sin decir adiós.
Y no fue verdad
la alucinación.
Ni tú la creíste
ni la creo yo,
«y es cierto y no es cierto»
como en la canción.
Que yendo hacia el Sur
diciendo iba yo:
«Vamos hacia el mar
que devora al Sol».
Y yendo hacia el Norte
decía tu voz:
«Vamos a ver juntos
donde se hace el Sol».
Ni por juego digas
o exageración
que nos separaron
tierra y mar, que son
ella, sueño y el
alucinación.
No te digas solo
ni pida tu voz
albergue para uno
al albergador.
Echarás la sombra
que siempre se echó,
morderás la duna
con paso de dos...
Para que ninguno,
ni hombre ni dios,
nos llame partidos
como luna y sol;
para que ni roca
ni viento errador,
ni río con vado
ni árbol sombreador,
aprendan y digan
mentira o error
del Sur y del Norte,
del uno y del dos!
//

[B]A spirit passed before me [/B]

From Job

A spirit passed before me: I beheld
The face of immortality unveiled -
Deep sleep came down on every eye save mine -
And there it stood, -all formless -but divine:
Along my bones the creeping flesh did quake;
And as my damp hair stiffened, thus it spake:

"Is man more just than God? Is man more pure
Than He who deems even Seraphs insecure?
Creatures of clay -vain dwellers in the dust!
The moth survives you, and are ye more just?
Things of a day! you wither ere the night,
Heedless and blind to Wisdom's wasted light!"

[I][B]Lord Byron[/B][/I]

[CENTER] [B][FONT=Verdana,Arial,Helvetica][SIZE=3] Darkness [/SIZE][/FONT][/B]
[/CENTER]
[I] by [SIZE=2]George Gordon, Lord Byron[/SIZE][/I]


I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour
They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought--and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails--men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress--he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died--
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless--
A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge--
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them--She was the Universe.

poesie angel
 

[FONT=Verdana][SIZE=2]Ho nella mente un'idea di libertà...
ho nella mia vita una libertà in gabbia...
scavo nei miei sogni e trovo
idee infinite
fuggenti attimi
sussurri lievi
...di libertà.

Penso,
mi fermo,
rincorro,
ascolto...
e scopro in me
la libertà.

La libertà è in noi,
dobbiamo solo trovare il coraggio di liberarla

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[/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=2] Anche le gocce d'acqua
possono gelare
prima di unirsi all'oceano
il freddo clima dell'umanita'
puo' lasciar galleggiare
i pezzi di ghiaccio
finche'
un raggio di sole
penetrera' la lastra gelata
e l'oceano accogliera'
nel suo seno le piccole gocce.
Spero di poter un giorno
essere un raggio di sole...
(dal diario di Kuma)
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[/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=2] Strano essere qui
A macchiare di cuore
un foglio bianco
A intingere la penna
nel profondo dell'anima
Sapendo che forse nessuno capirà
Nessuno che non sia stanco
Nessuno che non esamini
Con un brivido la fragilità
Di questo spirito
in agonia.
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[/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=2] Sola
In mezzo alla folla
Volti cari eppur ignoti
Amici in dissolvenza
Ostilità come polvere.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[B]Du und ich[/B]

Du und ich!
Wunschlose Seligkeit
Strömt deine Nähe über mich.
Der Alltag wird zur Sonntagszeit,
Unsterblich schlingt das Leben sich
Um uns. Und Menschengöttlichkeit
Fühl' ich bei dir durch dich.
Was einst gewesen, weiß ich kaum.
Die enge Welt wird weiter Raum.
Und Holz wird Eisen, Eisen Holz
Und Stolz wird Demut, Demut Stolz.
Gar wunderbare Weisen
Singt dann bei seinen Kreisen
Mein Blut im Paradies für mich.
Es haben alle Wünsche Ruh', -
Ich weiß nicht mehr, wer bist dann du.
Ich weiß nicht mehr, wer bin dann ich.

[CENTER][B][SIZE="3"]For You My Love[/SIZE][/B]
by Sonji Rush

If I came to your doorstep
would you welcome me in
or would you turn me away
in shame?
Would you take me to your
family in pride of knowing me?
Or say you have never
heard my name?

Would you caress me when we met
with open arms or
would you hide me away in fear
of unknown harms?

If I beckoned for your love
would you open your heart?
If I asked for your tenderness
would you kiss my tears away?
If I came to you willingly
would you give me your love?
If I whispered I love you,
what would you say?

I give my love freely,
for it is mine to give.
My love has no possessor.
My life is mine to live.[/CENTER]

[B][FONT=Times New Roman, Times, serif]Was es ist[/FONT][/B]

[FONT=Times New Roman, Times, serif][SIZE=3][B]Es ist Unsinn
sagt die Vernunft
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe

Es ist Unglück
sagt die Berechnung
Es ist nichts als Schmerz
sagt die Angst
Es ist aussichtslos
sagt die Einsicht
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe

Es ist lächerlich
sagt der Stolz
Es ist leichtsinnig
sagt die Vorsicht
Es ist unmöglich
sagt die Erfahrung
Es ist was es ist
sagt die Liebe

[/B][I]Erich Fried[/I][/SIZE][/FONT]

[CENTER][SIZE="3"][B]Phenomenal Woman [/B][/SIZE]
[U]by Maya Angelou[/U]


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.[/CENTER]

[CENTER][B][FONT=Arial][SIZE=4][COLOR=darkorchid]FLEUR DE PAIX[/COLOR][SIZE=2][COLOR=darkorchid]
[/COLOR][/SIZE][/SIZE][/FONT][/B]
[B][FONT=Arial][SIZE=4][SIZE=2]
[IMG]http://www.adomonde.qc.ca/images3/fleurpaix.jpg[/IMG]
[/SIZE][SIZE=+1]Q[/SIZE][COLOR=darkorchid][SIZE=2]uelque part a grandi une fleur
Cette fleur contient un pouvoir
Celui de faire cesser les pleurs
Qui tombent quand c'est le soir noir.

Pourtant pour que celle-ci s'ouvre
Il faudrait que tout le monde
Veulent que cette fleur on trouve
Veulent la paix dans notre monde.

Cette fleur elle n'est qu'un bourgeon
Cette fleur elle n'est qu'illusion
Ce cri de fureur qu'on entend
C'est la guerre qu'ici s'étend.

Cette fleur elle est comme dieu
C'est une image comme on veut
Ces choses auxquelles dur on croit
Mais que jamais personne ne voit.

Cette fleur elle est dans ma tête
Cette fleur elle est dans mon coeur
Dans mon corps où je fais la fête
Dans mes yeux d'où tombent ces pleurs. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE="3"][B]Where the Sidewalk Ends[/B][/SIZE]
[U]by Shel Silverstein[/U]


There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

A WORK OF ARTIFICE
Marge Piercy

The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.

[B]You Say You Love

[/B]You say you love; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth—
O love me truly!

You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember—
O love me truly!

You say you love; but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses,
More than coral in the sea—
They never pout for kisses—
O love me truly!

You say you love; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth;
It is like a statue's, dead,—
While mine for passion burneth—
O love me truly!

O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should burn me,
Squeeze as lovers should—O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me—
O love me truly!

[CENTER][SIZE="3"][B]Life Is Fine [/B][/SIZE]
by Langston Hughes


I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love--
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry--
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine! [/CENTER]

ich kann dich nicht vergessen!

so viele schöne stunden haben wir zusammen verbracht
stunden in denen ich so unbeschreiblich glücklich war
nie hätte ich gedacht das man mit jemandem
so unbeschreiblich glücklich sein kann
dass man jemanden so lieben kann
das man sogar seine fehler liebt
durch dich habe ich gelernt
was es heißt jemanden so zu lieben
dass man für ihn sein leben geben würde
denn ich hab dich wirklich geliebt
und mein herz wird immer dir gehören
es werden einige kommen und auch wieder gehen
und irgendwann werde ich sie vergessen haben
doch das ist bei dir unmöglich
denn obwohl ich nicht nur gute erinnernungen an unsere zeit habe
werde ich dich immer lieben
immer an dich denken
und dich nie vergessen........

Eine Träne
rinnt mir
über mein Gesicht
sie trägt meinen Schmerz
ich will ihn nicht
sie trägt mein Herz
ich brauch es nicht
die Träne trägt all
die Erinnerung an Dich
und wisch ich sie weg
...vergess ich auch Dich

Manchmal frage ich mich
ob das so sein muss
ob es mein vorbestimmter Weg ist
mein Schicksal
dass ich nichts als
Schmerz empfinde
dass ich zwar kosten darf
was Glück bedeutet
dass dieser Augenblick
jedoch schnell vergeht
und noch grössere
Wunden hinterlässt
Ich merke das dumpfe
das vertraute Gefühl
der Taubheit zurückkehren
das Atmen fällt mir
wieder schwerer
Eisige Kälte feiert Rückkehr
in meinem Herzen
Vielleicht war es
ein Aufbäumen
einer stummer Schrei
ein stilles Gebet...
es ist so endgültig
meine Augen haben
jedes Leuchten verloren
die Flamme ist
erloschen

Ein Wort nur
ein liebes
das nimmt mir den Atem
ein Wort nur
ein schönes
wie ein Stein liegt es mir im Magen
alles um mich dreht sich
ich kann nicht mehr stehn
warum kann das jetzt
nicht endlich
zuende gehen
ich weiss nicht
will ich das hören
können einzelne Worte
Geister beschwören
ein Wort nur
ein Name
von Dir für mich
immer wieder höre ich
und vergesse nicht
ein Name
so kurz
so prägnant
ein Name
hätte ich diesen
nur nie gekannt.

[B]Du kennst meinen namen
Du kennst mein Gesicht
Du kennst meine Augen
doch meine Seele nicht

Du kennst alle Strassen
Du kennst die Autobahn
Du hast ein schnelles Auto
doch Du kommst niemlas an

Du kennst meine Liebe nicht!!!![/B]

[B]HuHuHu[/B]

[B]Nur für mich....

Nur für Dich,
nahm ich mir die Zeit,
die ich nie wirklich hatte.

Nur für Dich,
gab ich meine Träume auf,
die nie wirklich existierten.

Nur für Dich,
verließ ich mein Leben,
was ich nie wirklich lebte.

Nur für Dich,
veränderte ich mein "Ich"
und Dir gefiehl es nicht.

Nur für mich, verließ ich Dich!!![/B]

[CENTER][B][SIZE="3"]Funeral Blues [/SIZE][/B]
[U][I]by W. H. Auden[/I][/U]


Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.[/CENTER]

[B][SIZE=2] Work Without Hope [/SIZE][/B]

[B][SIZE=2] Samuel Taylor Coleridge
(composed 21st February 1825)[/SIZE][/B]


All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair --
The bees are stirring -- birds are on the wing --
And Winter slumbering in the open air,
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
And I the while, the sole unbusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.


Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow,
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom, O ye amaranths! bloom for whom ye may,
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.