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Sunday, 2 December 2012

HAIKU FEELINGS

to-laugh-again by Bob Salo
you 're a wave you crash on me
undermining me
till I fall


pity great wolf, I'm just lamb
I don't want to be
hurt and killed

why are you upset again, my wind?
blowing can uproot
fragile tree

are you aware I exist or you
feel me as a mirage
of your want?

I will laugh I cried a lot
no cloud will obscure
smiling sky

WHY?

http://mobyjoecafe.com/2012/09/
Look!
I don't
like
at all
myself!
I have
problems
with
my being
I feel
strange...
Why
do you
think you
love me?
Why?
I know
there is
around
a lot
of quite
delightful
deserts
to easy
your
passions
Can you
explain
why me?
And most
of all
why do I
want you?
Why I tend
to love you?
Why again?

Friday, 30 November 2012

ARE GOOD INTENSIONS ENOUGH?


Good Intentions by DarlingDeerest

Are you really someone important to me?
Or it's my incredible imagination
which creates through you a new defensive
redoubt against my hungry needs?
I'm absolutely careless
of your emotions which
possibly are so fragile
you'd be severely hurt
I feel responsible but
the truth is you are
more than mature to
distinguish what's
true or false...
Please be careful!
Lust and caring
are enough
Love is often an
unintentional 
sweet pretense 
Love needs quite a time
and intimacy
to really grow
Love is growing
in a strange way
fed by patience
and good will
We often say
"I love you" in a 
prospective way...


DIVERSITY


Thursday, 29 November 2012

ELENEE IS MORE THAN BEAUTIFUL

I came near to your heart, Elenee ...
So near that I could not write a simple poem for you.
It seemed to me you are the perfect and exquisite blend
of Depression, of Joy and of Beauty
With a loud smile in  heartbreaking sweet sorrow.
I never expected to fatally meet you
just like a diamond excavated out of mud...
I was so surprised about it! I loved you, Elenee ...
A Circe flowing, throughflowing and overflowing
Offered , even penetrating the walls.
A self-sustaining flame
even when there is no combustible
Enough she is in flames
even if she is burning her own flesh.
Helenee luminous star in my dark age,
Refracting its luster through windows - prisms,
which transform the painful haze of the external Universe
Enlightening - from your insight -shouting colourfulness.
In my mind, your face symbolises a consolation.
As in deep darkness, the full Moon.
Besides, you are a witch,
Your face should be bathed in moonlight
Even though-oddly- you shine emitting your own light.


Dedicated to my superb friend poet and writer Elenee Stasinou, that the "metaphysical"-seems to me_was too late to bring her in my "neighborhood".  Her latest in Europe awarded novel  "The Woman of Delphi"  Okeanos publications

I ADMIRE YOUR LIGHT




There is a kind of eros
between brilliant souls
that is neither measured
nor expressed
instinctively
through the body
as usual
If thither someone
undervalues this feeling
charring's fire will be born
which will turn it to ashes
to an insignificant wreck
to some trash
No doubt!
You, bright Phaethon,
you are sharing since so many years
the chariot of Sun
you are so tortured
by experiencing the beauty
as you are being burnt in mental fire
If I look deeply
in your flamethrowers eyes
I recognize stars
born in there
but I see also  black holes
Oh, my friend Phaethon!
I exist as your pyrophoric beloved
I discern in our souls mutual
fuming luminescent open wounds


Wednesday, 28 November 2012

DESERTIFICATION



absence leave us alone as

desert's Simoom does
in sand's crowd



Tuesday, 27 November 2012

INCAPABILITY


I do not know
what to do for you
what I have to do with you
you are so different
and you ask me the impossible
I'm not able to offer
Although I feel incapable
I need your presence
I feel alone
but loneliness is heavier
without you
Please let me live
in your shadow
like a small parasite which
could never harm you



IN LOVE

Kissing Wolves,  print by Oneta


He looked at me
with his big eyes
His soft enormous lips
were semi-opened
eager to taste
Just for a moment
I caught this glance
so piercing, so perceivable
I felt hugged 
I felt his despair
and his hunger 
just for me
It was thrilling!
I understood so 
profoundly
that very moment
what he was feeling
Oh God! Heartache!
It is terrifying to me
being in love
with a man so great
although so distant but
being conscious
of his emotions!
He is so in love
with me!
Μy knees buckled.

Dante and Beatrice1915. By John William Waterhouse (1849-1917). medium: oil on canvas


Sunday, 25 November 2012

IN THE DEEP

K.Madison Deep blue dream

Deep in my heart
there's a traitor
a man who betrayed my love