Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Body and Soul


Late last year my beautiful elder foster sister introduced me to Gibran - The Prophet. I've grown to love his words.

One day I dream of being able to express myself with my own words rather than with those of others.

A man and a woman sat by a window that opened upon Spring. They sat close one unto the other. And the woman said, “I love you. You are handsome, and you are rich, and you are always well-attired.”

And the man said, “I love you. You are a beautiful thought, a thing too apart to hold in the hand, and a song in my dreaming.”

But the woman turned from him in anger, and she said, “Sir, please leave me now. I am not a thought, and I am not a thing that passes in your dreams. I am a woman. I would have you desire me, a wife, and the mother of unborn children.”

And they parted.

And the man was saying in his heart, “Behold another dream is even now turned into mist.”

And the woman was saying, “Well, what of a man who turns me into a mist and a dream?”
Body and Soul
By Kahlil Gibran
The Wanderer
(1932)
Walk out of the fog - by violet Goodwin
I love you for you are my dream.
A dream which evolved within the mist.
A dream that was long shadowed and hidden by the fog.
Now that the fog has parted,
I fear the love I feel for you is nothing but a dream.
Violet Goodwin 2010

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In New York


The city that never sleeps - New York. Seems a good place for an eternal Insomniac. Third Night Straight, ZERO sleep. Lets hear it for New York!!!



In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Lets here it for New York, New York, New York

"Take me out, Take me under, Lack of sleep, Lack of Slumber, Without Dreams, All sounds are Thunder, What is Peace, I'll always Wonder." Violet Goodwin

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Silently Screaming


Silently Screaming, the agony of love destroyed by silenceIm Screaming,
Screaming within the silence
Silence that is drowning me.

Silently Screaming,
Muted Pain
Unheard agony

Hiding tears
Erasing emotions
Pretending pain doesn;t exist

If I broke the silence
Smashed it with a hammer
And it fell like glass from a window

Would you hear my screaming
See my tears or simply
Recognize the waves of emotion crashing into my soul

You hear the window shatter
Watch the broken glass fall
But see and hear nothing more

you are deaf to my screaming
blind to my agony
and don't even know i'm there

Beyond the thick velvet curtain
deep within the darkness
hidden from sight I silently scream




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Insomnia


Insomnia

Lack of sleep,
Lack of slumber.
Take me out,
Take me under


©copyright 2010 Violet Goodwin


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Fire & Ice - A Frost Filled Night


Yet Again . . .

I battle with Insomnia. I previously mentioned being once called 'one with a lyrical soul'. The beauty of being such is that often I find solace and comfort in words. Others Words, Lyrics, Quotes &Poems  express my feelings far better than my own. And because such is true, another poem to share (with u - lol - I suck as a poet)

Robert Frost has been a favourite poet for many years. The imagery transcends through the illustrative speech, filled with meanings to devour and discover, as time passes further insights become discovered. - yeah I know I suck as a blog writer - but that's probably because I treat this a bit like a diary or journal & simply type the words as they come to me, I never write a rough draft. I just spew posts forth from inside my mind ver batim.

Anyway not my number 1 fave by Frost (which is nothing gold can stay) but I dare say a close 2nd

Fire & Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. 


& for those obsessive twilight freaks - the ones who actually read the books rather than just watch the movies - yes this poem is quoted at the beginning of Eclipse

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Acquainted With The Night



I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky.

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night. 

Robert Frost 

I too am becoming Acquainted with the night,
Many lost wishes thought before the new light,
To be dreaming before the dawn,
It's not only for lost sleep I mourn.

Ok so I should leave the poetry to the poets - Basically I'm still battling Insomnia.


I just can't get no sleep - faithless


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