Oops

Mountain ,cries

River, cries

Ocean ,cries……

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But you, men

Fool,

You alone laugh

Oops,

Why do you forget

You are laughing

Sitting

At your graveyard

Charity

Charity

Is a broken bridge

That a compassionate soul

Choose to walk

The Tears

The tears of rambling souls,

Depressed and haunting;

May fall down

And mix in and melted

In rain drops, falling

And it may water            

Their grave

In grief and agony  

Crystal Roses

Upon these words escape with me

And brandish swords of past

Escape the soul with lonesome plea

Proclaim enchantment never lasts

A tear resides beside the stage

The harbinger of players

Contemplate as every sage

Like Byron wrote in prayers

In the snowy evening time

Frosted smiles still breathe

Smell the lily crystallized

Alabaster’s ivory,

Love resides within the lair

Like sections cut in fourths

Dance in moonlight fainted Claire

Veiled eyes behind hold remorse,

Tears and smiles are passion’s cry

Wilted rose’s fragrance torn

Torrents, gales inside the eyes

Scarlet lips lamented storm.

Caroline Morphew is so talented and God's own gifted poet .She composed this poem thinking that If we were flowers the petals would represent our different parts.Thank you my dear friend Caro for blessing my blog with your magical poem .Her page on facebook

A Whirlpool (Love)

Love is a whirlpool,

a whirlpool of passion.

Love is a trench 

a trench of emotions ,overwhelming .

Beware and rethink

before you jump into

THE LONELINESS' BREEZE

I closed and sealed

The entrance to my palace;

The palace of dreams

With a padlock'

Though it is old and rusted.

Once here was so much houri

To dance.

Once here was so many musicians

To sing

Once here was so many magicians

To perform

But somehow and from somewhere

The volcano of solitude

Came and swallow my beautiful palace

Now the lonely carpet inside

Waits and waits eagerly

For a foot print of someone

Now the windows wait eagerly

To get a tender and soft breeze

Now the wall waits and waits

The echoes of a melody

Now the door here

Laugh and laugh

With a pale face, though

He knows and knows

It is a dead place.

                       Photo creditMy friend Iulia Gherghei,a reputed Romanian poet

thank you ilua for suggesting me a good title and reading this at first 

Tanka (Depression)

cyclone of depression

soaks up  happiness and-

burying my spiritual walls,

the smell of sin and evil

enter and motivates

The Race

Death is the ultimate destination 

Life is the path towards it 

Birth is the starting point of this race 

Run, run , run till the final whistle hear.