Run run dark beauty…

This poem is dedicated to all those who have overcome adversity & climbed higher than humanly possible.
The photo is the sketch of a project I am busy with. Horses are my passion & I might have gotten stuck with this longer than I should for fear of not giving justice to this magnificent animal & the tremendous power exuding from it.
Keep warm! Hope you enjoy the poem. Feedback is always very welcome 🙂

Run run my race horse over the fences, hedges & highest walls, take leaps,
skip over rivers, mane blowing in the winds, undeterred… nothing stopping you.

Run run my stallion,spread the energy, black shining coat glistening under the effort
of raw power. Long gone are your days of uncertainty, battles over frail beginnings.

Run run dark beauty, never be afraid of winning, fly & never turn back, you were a
conqueror at your first faltering steps…

Run run my baby, I will celebrate your victories, as close to my heart,
as bright as the stars, as magical as your existence.

Sleep sleep my foal you’ve earned the miracle of tomorrow!

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A time for every rhyme & a smile for every flop :)

A time to yearn & a time to shine…
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To everything the sun
Turn turn turns
Out of the shadows the moon
Shines bright & yearns

Seasons appear & fade
A time a place
For every matter under space

I have laughed & I have wept
Dark sour & sweet
Gathered shells & stones
Cast away broken bones

I have gained & lost
Bargained & pleaded
Sought & embraced

Only to realise…
There is a time
For every rhyme
A purpose for every weed

A seed for every tear
A castle for every brick
A sea for every drop &…

A smile for every flop 🙂

The coin you dropped in the basket of hope

together all the way
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This poem is to honor my younger sister’s noble, kind, constant presence in good and trying times.

Can I begin to scrape the surface
Will you ever know, realize the
Depth of your random acts?

I laud your selflessness the way
You foster the wounded heart lest
They disappear to the winds, unafraid
Of requital magnanimous to supremacy…

Weak words for strong disposition
I tried to pare but would need
To write a Te Deum to delineate
The making of thee

Stand tall, head high every
Moment of the day’s tide
Thank you will be furrowed in your
Bravery well after this tribulation

Time will not go by without a praise
And affection where lies the maxim
For humanity the ultimate paradigm
Thy art the reason for our creation

Please accept and welcome this humble
Verse as a token, as the treasured coin
You dropped in the basket of hope…

Through the seasons of life

crunching under the burden…
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Leaving early in the morn
Your heart heavy yet light
With hope…

You travel the void of
Subways and commuters,
Walk through dead leaves
Crunching under the burden
Imposed…

Greeted by a lambent
Welcome, a twinkle thick
With enthusiasm you whisper
a small prayer for the tiny
Warm hand

Fitting trustingly yours,
Unaware of the odyssey in
Its genesis unconcerned
About the accessories…
A prerequisite

For endurance as he walks
through the seasons of life
The arteries…

Of his universe

Perfect cicada-The beauty of a fly

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Through my lens,
Unfolded the birth
Of a flower among nettles
Through my lens,
Unravelled poetry
Of sunshine among thorns
Heedless of the allegory
Happening on a leaf…

Out of the corner of

My field of vision
I conjured you’d
Spread your wings
The instant you
Skidded on indefectable
Foliage but you paused-posed
And played an important
Role in what would become

The dawn of a beautiful adventure.

The tale of someone
Who saw grace in lieu
Of hideousness…
Inferred small is big
And never again would
Squash impeccancy and
Perfection under
An angry slipper!

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Note:
This poem was inspired by the first photo I took focusing on the Theme of an-only-flower-among-foliage.
You can detect on the side the fly which I thought I had no chance of capturing, cicada’s are very
fast, but to my delight soon realized that I could… where began my fascination for those small wonders 🙂

P.S If you are curious no, I have never squashed a fly just the idea repulses me 🙂

Poets in breeding

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Clubs and bookmarks
Strolls in the park
Gatherings and readings
Poets in breeding.
Rays of sun
Caressing for fun
Words on pages
Whispered through the ages
No food nor beverages
Just words that amazes
This circle sitting on grass
Oblivious to movement or mass
Floating through time
Echos that chime
Eras, epochs and lives
Of people born and died
Sharing poetry as one
Phrases built to run
Wildly in the mind of some.
Lovers of architects lining
The hopes of the ones not daring
To take the quill and stroll
Through the minds and ghosts
Of bookclubs and whispers
Caressing the pages
Through the ages…
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P.s This is wishful thinking 🙂
I searched so long for such a group & never found one.

The betrothal of man & nature 16.7.2013

an eternal blend
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The betrothal of man & nature
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I do not pretend to tame or conquer
Heights or skies
All I want is your revered beauty
Accompanying
My Odyssey so I can watch your
Marvels with
The Deference merited.

Sit in your silence or accept your
Fury crashing
Against the rocks, fire spitting off
The lips of
Earth, flashes gleaming through
The darkened
Wrathful clouds.

I would like to see the highest waterfalls
Offer itself
To its nucleus… sands sweep the
Evanescent dunes,
The waters shimmering…under the sun,
Froth Vanishing
On white, pink or black sands.

I have heard the echoes of ages,
Smelled foliage
After storm, stones impregnated
With life…
Followed tracks
With no direction, vibrating in me
The familiar sounds…

Of sub silentio… have witnessed
Frost crystallizing
Over dormant villages & glazed lakes,
Inhaled shards of
Glass deep in December’s bewitchment,
But never
Have I retired into

Your arm folds, lulled by your
Differing Anthems
Been a corroborator to your
Grandeur.
I have dreamt you in my
Days & nights,
Attending as an habitué,

Breathing in me, life in its kernel,
Crooning
The promises of paradise…
On the wings
Of habit & proneness…
But until then,
I will wait for the betrothal

Of man & nature
In an eternal blend.

A Plethora of grace & beauty-20.11.1989 adjusted on the 16.4.2013

that is festive,merry & blithe
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A Plethora of grace & beauty
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From time to time we all have a ME
That is glad, festive, merry & blithe.
Others where a floater crashes the fete

Wishing to steal this happy episode
Forcing us to sag, brain pumping…
Inveterate negativity, inherent from birth

Result of a chain never severed…
Where do we cut & where do we build?
Life’s exposure is at intervals, stains of ink

On delicate fabric… follow instructions
Patiently & you might foresee a clear, fine
Patch in lieu of the hole created by attrition.

Hold on to the keys of the portal
You could design, projecting, installing
As a counteraction equilibrium so that

The day you have a ME synonym to
Grace & beauty, will be a Plethora of
Constancy with intruders having no

Choice but to bow down on their knees.

A candle flame 28.5.2013

Candle & poetry
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A person very close to my heart came with a burnt out candle with no wick left and said to me, I know you take photos of everything so I am giving this to you. What appeared as simple words triggered a series of very inspirational photos and this soothing poem. At the end of all the fun, I played around with the melted wax and shaped it into a rose.
I have come to understand that putting an object under the scrutiny of a lens opens us up to beauty & magic, usually gone unheeded.

A candle flame
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Burning, burning in the night
A candle flame small and bright
Melting tears on its edge
Sculpting its way to lava swell

Flickering shadows,
Dancing off the pages,
Of a story Words create
Fighting for a Better place,
A role befitting the prodigy,
Their master Sired.
Cajoling, exhorting
It to permanence.

Burning, burning into dawn
A candle timid and drawn
Day tiptoeing around scattered roles
Around the maker of a life beginning

To unfold.

Shining bright…
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Lava swell
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Burning into dawn
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Close up candle art
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Melted wax abstract
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Candle rose
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Lines & details
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Retribution to veterans of cozenage 2.12.2007 Adjusted on the 27.5.2013

the light of the ones aglow
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Retribution to veterans of cozenage
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Thoughts buzzing
An incessant leitmotif.
Deceptions at the Aube (1)
Mordacity and broken dreams…

Mirth so short in the natural
Course of life…so long
When sowed with pitfalls…
A cordial façade turns to

Perfidiousness in the
Nanosecond letting go
Of principium such,
An animal with prey.

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Faith in your light draws
The ones aglow, rich and
Vivid with strength, simply
Being, living what is.

Acknowledging, welcoming
Its perpetual rebirth, being
Accountable for the twig
And flower, the sun and

Rain, night and day, for
It is through you all exists,
For you…
Take away its inhabitants

And you have stolen purpose.
Entanglements… justification
For capitulating? They have
Given birth to your backbone,

Durability, the best input for
Veteran victims of cozenage (2)
For those who transmute
Adversity to victory, calamity

To boon, those who bring
Music and penetrate the
Far ends…Our marrow.
Who ream what would (3)

Have stayed comatose
Had they not come
On our path, forced
Radiancy in the

Dimness of humdrum…
Of the wonted. Those
Who have stopped the
Incessant leitmotif.

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Aube (1)
A river of northeast France flowing about 225 km (140 mi) to the Seine River north-northwest of Troyes

Cozenage (2)
1. To mislead by means of a petty trick or fraud; deceive.
2. To persuade or induce to do something by cajoling or wheedling.
3. To obtain by deceit or persuasion.
v.intr.
To act deceitfully.

[Perhaps from Middle English cosin, fraud, trickery.]

Ream (3)
tr.v. reamed, ream•ing, reams
1. To form, shape, taper, or enlarge (a hole or bore, for example) with or as if with a reamer.
2. To remove (material) by this process.
3. To squeeze the juice out of (fruit) with a reamer.

[Possibly from Middle English remen, to make room, variant of rimen, from Old English r man; see reu – in Indo-European roots.]