scent of a woman

anOmis
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
~~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
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  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    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.ZAPPA
  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    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.ZAPPA
  • you soul is yearning a bit in hear
    very beautiful poetry


    in jesus name amen
  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    ~~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.ZAPPA
  • coleen
    coleen Posts: 938
    really great poems - i especially enjoyed my babe and the lilstar and the petals of the white rose.
  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    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.ZAPPA
  • really enjoyed these...
    thanks :)
    ~all is full of love~
  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    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.ZAPPA
  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    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.ZAPPA
  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    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.ZAPPA
  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    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.ZAPPA
  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    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.ZAPPA
  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    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.ZAPPA
  • 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 here
  • 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 though
  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    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.ZAPPA
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I'm going to print these poems off and read them properly, again and again. They're beautiful.
  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    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.ZAPPA
  • anOmis
    anOmis Posts: 223
    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.ZAPPA
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    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.