scent of a woman

anOmis
Posts: 223
IF U C HIM
little bird that u fly up there
in the celestial paths
when u pass throu love's yard
and the crystal castle of lust
if c see him please give him a kiss
tell him he gives me a reason to live
morning dew nourishes the flowers
his gaze i need every single hour
like a sweet flowerscent his breath
like a beloved , withered leafscent
oh and when he looks at me..
looks into my eyes
blood of this heart of mine
the earth and the clouds smile
my beloved, when he looks at me,
the whole world smiles
fresh water that u gently flow
in your cool crystal paths
if he bathes when u go past
stop and look at his eyes
tell him he gives me a reason to live
little bird that u fly up there
in the celestial paths
when u pass throu love's yard
and the crystal castle of lust
if c see him please give him a kiss
tell him he gives me a reason to live
morning dew nourishes the flowers
his gaze i need every single hour
like a sweet flowerscent his breath
like a beloved , withered leafscent
oh and when he looks at me..
looks into my eyes
blood of this heart of mine
the earth and the clouds smile
my beloved, when he looks at me,
the whole world smiles
fresh water that u gently flow
in your cool crystal paths
if he bathes when u go past
stop and look at his eyes
tell him he gives me a reason to live
~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA
Post edited by Unknown User on
0
Comments
-
THE GAME
I wake up in the morning
early inthe morning i wake up and rise
my love woke me up in the middle of the night
and came to me with the first shades of light
inside my mind the game lives
and fills my eyes with pain
in unspoken words, deep in my heart
where the sadness lie stagnant like rain
inside my mind the game lives~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA0 -
MY BABE AND THE LILSTAR
on the snow my sweet babe sleeps
the myths and the gods bathe in his dream
south and north silver and silk will bring
and the morning star lights up his dream
on the snow his figure tracks leave
to find their ways the caresses of spring
and leave on the pillow a bright star
for luck to find his way to come
the wind shakes the willows and the grass
the rocks whisper whishes in the night
give my babe lilstar wings to fly
and in his deep sleep gently will sigh~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA0 -
you soul is yearning a bit in hear
very beautiful poetry
in jesus name amen0 -
~~petals of the white rose~~
u have left yer heart print on me...
Dreaming by the morning - soon
starin at the pale moon
so pale in the gloom...
Petals of the white rose
Stretching at the sun light smiles
reflecting on its dew drop tilles
a glow that can be seen for miles
The awaking of the white rose
Delicate as the summer breeze
pearly white of rare genes
a queen within the garden green
the blooming of the white rose
Soft as love you give it ,when
hearts should touch a lonely friend
before the gift of life might end
The message of the white rose
As we cry these tender woes
and say goodbye to the ones we love
they'll fly wherever spirits go
On petals of a soft white rose.
dont cut this rose....~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA0 -
really great poems - i especially enjoyed my babe and the lilstar and the petals of the white rose.0
-
The winter has hosted my soul
and the memories tickle my mind
Regrets may be the only cosullers
my future, far away, my everlasting Rose
why poeple blame what they cannot understand?
the cblood of love has filled me in purple
and joys that some people have never seen before have covered me .
I've become a ghost in the south wind of humankind
my dearest far away, my everlasting Rose.
-why does soul wonder every nite in regrets?
On the open sea they lay iin "nostos" for me,
with triple-masked men-of-war they bombarded me,
my sin is that I had a love of my own
Mother far away, my everlasting Rose.
-why nemesis is blind?
Once in december his large eyes
half-opened, deep down my soul, to light up
the virgin life for a single moment
Brother far away, my Everlasting Rose.
And since that day the pain of loss
has turned on me, shouting out the curse:
"He who left, let him live in blood and stone"
Ripping off the petals of my Everlasting rose~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA0 -
really enjoyed these...
thanks~all is full of love~0 -
Darkened clouds, wind and rain.
Left alone with all this pain.
It’s winter here without you.
Landslides always drag me down
Trapped for days, will I be found ?
I pray for skies of blue.
Flooded plains within my head
nitemares draw near, leave me for dead.
I feel lost inside of you.
Drought from tears I know not for
I’ve cried for days, I cry no more.
I’ve made mistakes, it’s true...
Saddow waves dance on my shore
I’m drowning on my bedroom floor.
Pain and pleasure mixed together
This natural bridge from heart to heart
Collapsed in memories, fallen apart
These seasons last forever.
yes...the poet knows...~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA0 -
the heart of a friend
silken paths
unspoken words
and you standing in the middle ...
red sun
hidden moom
and the smile of a a friend...
the knowledge of the past
the feear of tomorrow
and our coffee talks...
i miss those longs walks by the river side
i miss seing you smiling
i miss my freind
coz the heart of a friend is like a rosegarden
can make u bleed ...
can bring this sensitive odour
of melancholy...~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA0 -
We're all just a little alike
And yet enough apart
That we can break eachother's heart
It's expectations we invent
That do the damage to our psyche
Betray our souls right from the start
All the pent up passion
All the wild reaction
You have no idea what it is like
To be tough; To be hard
To have to always be on your guard~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA0 -
seems to have anything to say about my poems..
or maybe noone really reads them...~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA0 -
So harbored
Those notorious vestiges
Of complacency
The tried-and-true
Behaviors we once subscribed to
May need modifying
Can we break on through?
Can we brave the new
And not yet trodden
Path of not yet known
Resistence?
Take control of our existence?
Is the we
p.s.if anyone wants to add anything please do not hesitate.
even corrections or not very flattering opninions are welcome...
just to know that someone gives a few minutes of his time to read me, its a bless~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA0 -
Nightwords and atonment
for dead gods, angels
and vertical conjcture
Horizontal writings, confining
impulses and choices we
were ever so forced
into never made it to daylight
Slaveshakened, dreams streaming
through the fingertips much
like the sensation of fear
on a cold silent sunday
p.s..neone read me..anyone?~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA0 -
Don't worry, if you look at most of the poems on here, there's only two or three responses, not many people are on this board - but jesus slow down - this is too much to take in - the few at the top I read were very promising I'll get back to you when I get through more - don't be discouraged - there aren't too many of us here0
-
Ok, I'm up to petals of the white rose
pearly white of rare genes is the only line I have qualms with I think - everything else fits pretty naturally into the rhythm and rhyme scheme but that particular line trips me up when I read it, one two few syllables - great sentiment though0 -
4 yer time and your comments...~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA0 -
I'm going to print these poems off and read them properly, again and again. They're beautiful.0
-
coming from you its means a lot...~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA0 -
And it was down the rosy path
And it was in the hidden pastimes
Of forever
Where we barely chose to go
But on remembering we sat there
For enough time to absorb
What hidden moments were in store
For some begotten of the fate
That layed forgotten in the wisdom
Of convention
And every time we dared go back
The moment wasn't there to find
Nor would the feeling gain momentum
As if it wanted us to leave
And grow beyond
And nod towards the next horizon
As the path we ought to tred
For here is past and grave
And fleeting
And shacks of promise understood
That housed a wonderful exception
To the stagnant rule
And it was down the rosy path
And it was in the hidden pastimes
Of forever
Where we barely chose to go
But on remembering we sat there
For enough time to absorb
What hidden moments were in store
For some begotten of the fate
That layed forgotten in the wisdom
Of convention
And every time we dared go back
The moment wasn't there to find
Nor would the feeling gain momentum
As if it wanted us to leave
And grow beyond
And nod towards the next horizon
As the path we ought to tred
For here is past and grave
And fleeting
And shacks of promise understood
That housed a wonderful exception
To the stagnant rule~~dont mind yer make up, just make up yer mind~~
~~its better to be hated for who you are than be loved for who you are not~~
F.ZAPPA0 -
Your ability to use language as a means of expressing the imagistic landscape of sensibility is considerable; in fact, it may be because English is not your first language that you are able to create beautiful tonal effects with words, in finding new idioms in this language to convey those in your own. There are other writers - such as Joseph Conrad, who of course was Polish - whose writings in English exemplify and even perhaps define what we now call modernist literature. You make this language all that much more capable of seeing the world.
I enjoy the imagery of your poem beginning "nightwords and atonement". If I might here paraphrase Henry James, it "tells" of an idea by "showing" it through images rather than by rhetoric. And I think that's the mark of the poetry I like the best.
Thankyou.0
Categories
- All Categories
- 148.9K Pearl Jam's Music and Activism
- 110.1K The Porch
- 275 Vitalogy
- 35.1K Given To Fly (live)
- 3.5K Words and Music...Communication
- 39.2K Flea Market
- 39.2K Lost Dogs
- 58.7K Not Pearl Jam's Music
- 10.6K Musicians and Gearheads
- 29.1K Other Music
- 17.8K Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
- 1.1K The Art Wall
- 56.8K Non-Pearl Jam Discussion
- 22.2K A Moving Train
- 31.7K All Encompassing Trip
- 2.9K Technical Stuff and Help