Monday, 5 August 2013

GREEN SENSES

http://www.public-domain-image.com/nature-landscape/sky/slides/wind-smoke.html

How wonderful to sense

The wind singing through

The leaves of the enormous

Deciduous silver bark elms

Crying through the supple branches

Of the weeping willow!

How fascinating to watch

The furious battle of the palms' spears

Against the blue sky

The desperate nods of the greedy planes

The scented bows of the eucalyptuses!

How magical to take part in this cooling green dance

To be bewitched by this serene nature's wispering!

And the waves' murmuring a thrilling away refrain...

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

BIG MOUTH

James Elder Christie (Scottish, 1847-1914), "The Pied Piper of Hamelin", 1881

The more and more

I feel so silly

To keep talking like if

I was a sage

The worse and worse

I feel so pity

For my arrogant self

Who hopes to heal himself

By being extremely verbose

Who am I?

To whom do you listen?

I'm nothing than a feather in the wind

I'm just a decorated wreck

For the use of a theater play

I'm acting to accept

my extreme emotions

To justify my insatiable hunger

For keeping your attention

For nurturing my conceited soul with vanity...

Who can help me to stop this?

How could I spare some humbleness

How could I shut up my big mouth?

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

A PHOBIA

William Gale (British, 1823-1909), "Ophelia"

It started again

I do not know how

To call it. Perhaps

You call it obsession

I could call it phobia

To be left alone

But none could believe me

Because I'm always

Surrounded by my

Beloved ones This is not

Loneliness... So what?

Read my lips! I can not

Explain it! I can not!

I know it is heard wird

I know I look ridiculous

But none ever had explained it

None had justified it

You are my passion

I need you! And I feel

Deserted without you...

You could call it love

I love a lot of people

I really love them but

You are my soulmate

My other half. I'm half

When you neglect me

When you are not around

So do not be puzzled

If you see me crying

When you come back again

I'm just more scared than you

Each time you disappear

It is not I don't trust you

I just don't trust time and fate.

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

Promotional photo for the film A Sailor Made Man (1921) with Harold Lloyd and Mildred Davis

I long for my sole love

My love is a sailor

He is sailing a small boat

Amidst fearful billows

I long for my sweet man

He never sleeps near me

He is wandering away

I'm weeping as willow

I long for his body

't makes mine a wavy bay

He's dreaming my beauty

't makes him forget mermaids

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

LOVER'S CHOICE

http://www.flickr.com/photos/playingwithpsp/593287470

He was so loved that

He was ashamed wondering

Am I worthy? Why?

Love is a gift and

You take it without questions!

Just your lover's choice

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

Monday, 29 July 2013

MY BABIES

My babies still are

Sleeping on my breasts although

Wings sprouted out

Their adolescents'shoulders

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

TEARS

croc_tears_2_by_shankpony

Tears, tears, seas of tears

Pretensions to weaknesses

Alibi for fear

I am not able to take

My chances and change what's wrong

In my life so I cry

See, I do nothing

Else than to wait death mourning

The End before Start

Plain hypocrisy

To weep for something I can

Do enough I decide

ALTHOUGH YOU NEVER ANSWER

Please make me believe

Again nothing that we felt

Has been changed yet

Please in my fired dream

I need our love not to fall

Apart like the rest

Please tell me in our world

At least I won't cease to be

Irreplacable

Please just make me hope

For you I'm most worthy and still

Indispensable

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2013

"The real beloved is that one who is unique, who is your beginning and your end. When you find that one, you'll no longer expect anything else. ~ Rumi"
A girl once existed by her soulmate unaware of it and blind
A man once was living near the only girl who could make him happy but he tried to pair with other girls and hurt himself cos he didn't see, he just was blind
He left her go and he travelled on the sea marking himself with tatoos of sorrow
It just was fatal, blame only fate, sometimes we're so near happiness but we suffer from blindness
He stayed always a son though he was eager to become a father
She became a mother for every son, even for the father of her sons
She never lived as the woman she dreamt
That was the way Fate decided to make them see
Don't blame anyone else, it was fatal: the eager father to recognise then the sole mother
When time had passed and none of them could be saved anymore
Sometimes someone really is your beginning and your end but blame Fate you miss the in between...What could we say? That just is fatal...