I really believe poetry is not contrived it comes from within." And it was at that age ...Poetry arrived in search of me.....La Poesia...Pablo Neruda.....
Sonnet By William Shakespeare.
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds to shake the darling buds of May
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date
Tonight I can write....By Pablo Neruda.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Write for example,The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her and sometimes she loved me too
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under endless sky
She loved me sometimes I loved her too
How could one not have loved her great still eyes
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
To think that I do not have her.To feel that I have lost her
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture
What does it matter that my love could not keep her
The night is shattered and she is not with me
This is all .In the distance someone is singing.In the distance
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her
My sight searches for her as though to go to her
My heart looks for her,and she is not with me
The same night whitening the trees
We ,of that time,are no longer the same
I no longer love her, that's certain,but how I loved her
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing
Another's .She will be another's.Like my kisses before
Her voice.Her bright body.Her infinite eyes
I no longer love her,that's certain,but maybe I love her
Love is so short,forgetting so long
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses I can write
Sonnet By William Shakespeare.
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds to shake the darling buds of May
And Summer's lease hath all too short a date
Tonight I can write....By Pablo Neruda.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Write for example,The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her and sometimes she loved me too
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under endless sky
She loved me sometimes I loved her too
How could one not have loved her great still eyes
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
To think that I do not have her.To feel that I have lost her
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture
What does it matter that my love could not keep her
The night is shattered and she is not with me
This is all .In the distance someone is singing.In the distance
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her
My sight searches for her as though to go to her
My heart looks for her,and she is not with me
The same night whitening the trees
We ,of that time,are no longer the same
I no longer love her, that's certain,but how I loved her
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing
Another's .She will be another's.Like my kisses before
Her voice.Her bright body.Her infinite eyes
I no longer love her,that's certain,but maybe I love her
Love is so short,forgetting so long
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses I can write
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- When I'm not writing, I'm a ,Play golf ,Travel ,Read ,Garden,walking talking type person.
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To die is a definate / Living is a question / One thing is for sure / We cannot escape one / Our best in the other ? / / Born to die,live to better / Life is a passing of time / Death a personal speculation18 lines, 5 comments, May 4, 2007. In Life
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Love a quest a journey,
Baggage heavy to carry,12 lines, 6 comments, October 7, 2004. In Love
My Poetry
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Infinite whispers,tasting delicious beauty,
Emotions overwhelmed,innocent joy,7 lines, November 20 -
Have you been for a swim,in the water of life,
Is it cold and dry ?wet?,like a day to forget,14 lines, 2 comments, November 6. In Hope -
I stood on a bridge,perhaps a dream,or reality of long ago,
A tree stood near,I do not know the species,just a normal tree,13 lines, 2 comments, August 24 -
Watching the coffins return ,draped in the Union Flag,
Young men some just turned 18, Many with family,15 lines, 1 comment, July 18. In Contemporary
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Sandygram on December 7, 2008I wanted to say hello. I hope all has been well with you over there. Wishing you happy holidays this Christmas season. I always enjoy reading your poetry. Take care, Sandy
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