was ist es, das wie Schnee vom Himmel fällt
dies Lachen, das mir meine Nacht erhellt
Gesichter kommen, Bilder, die ich mag
Jahre seh ich wie ein Tag

ich weiß nicht, ist es Lüge oder Traum
das Mädchen dort, unterm Mandelbaum
im Zauberwald mit seiner Blütenpracht
was hält mich wach, die ganze Nacht

Sternenstaub
fällt in mein Herz
Sternenstaub
fällt in mein Herz

Worte falln mir ein wie buntes Blätterlaub
Stimmen hör ich, fremd und doch vetraut
was macht der Junge in der Dornenwand
was hält er für mich in der Hand

rufst du mich, hast du mich gemeint
ich habe viel zu wenig kindgeweint
ist das dein Buch, komm zeig es her
gleichgestellt sind Wind und Meer

Sternenstaub
fällt in mein Herz
Sternenstaub
fällt in mein Herz

ich seh die blaue Blume
sie blüht im grünen Gras
Zeit wird einerlei
ich denk mir nichts dabei
ich träume von dir und ich sehe was

was ist es, das mir heute Nacht erzählt
du hättest mir so lange schon gefehlt
hab ich dich in der Eile übersehn
was gibt es zu verstehn

wer bist du, Junge, der von Himmel fiel
was willst du, warum änderst du mein Ziel
lockst du mich in das Feuerland
Grün sprießt aus der Dornenwand

Sternenstaub
fällt in mein Herz
Sternenstaub
fällt in mein Herz

* lyrics by Klaus Hoffmann

Radiant..i dont think Astrid should like my translation LOL
I guess you can find it in english or german on the Internet...the song is called Ida's sommarvisa (Ida's summersong/Ida's Summerlied)..and it is very cute :)

Thank you Dano - This is absolutely beautiful! And it's made my dreary day a whole lot brighter! :-)
Curiosity got the better of me so I decided to get this translated...here are the results:

what it is fells likes to see, that like snow of the sky this laughing, that come me my night of erhellt
faces, pictures, that I years I like a day



I do not know, am would lie it or holds myself dream the girl there, under the almond tree in the magic forest
with its blossom splendor what awake, the entire night



Stars dust fells fells into my heart stars dust into my heart



Words falln a like colorful sheets foliage voices I hear makes holds myself, strangely and yet vetraut what
the boy in the thorns wall what he for me in the hand



you call me, you meant have is me I much too little child wine that your book, come show equalized are it here
wind and sea



Stars dust fells fells into my heart stars dust into my heart



I they see blooms will think dream the blue flower in the green grass time immaterial I nothing at the same
time I of you and I see me what



what is it, that me today night told you would have me so long already been missing have I you in that gives
over tendon what would hurry it to verstehn



who you, boy, that of sky are fell want to change attract sprouts me what you, why you my goal you into the
fire country green out of the thorns wall



Stars dust fells fells into my heart stars dust into my heart

what is falling down like snow from high above
brightening night as if someone would laugh
faces passing - pictures moving me
years like days I do see

I don't know is it dream or fantasy
you girl there under an almond-tree
the magic woods in blooming pride
what keeps me up all night

stardust falls
into my heart
stardust falls
into my heart

words whirling up like autumn-leaves
voices call, odd but like from relatives
what does the boy do in the thorny wall
what will he give you after all

do you call me, am I meant to be called
you better cry as child, before you're old
is this your book please show it to me
winds balancing all the sea

stardust falls
into my heart
stardust falls
into my heart

I see the blue flower
embedded in green grass
is time asleep
I merely let it pass
dreaming of you so my sight gets deep.

what is it, all night telling me
that I have yearned so long for thee
perhaps I missed you when I hurried by
is one still asking why

who are you boy fallen from high above
is your objective changed for what to love
you merely lure me into firebowls
there's green rising from thorny walls ...

Stardust - transposed by Daniel VIII 2003

OH MY!! What can I say "WOW" wonderful, excellant and so so refreshing and yes, puts a smile upon our face...Granny!

Ah, this is what life is all about!

I look back now and I remember you were the chief and I the scout.
Used to think I wanted a sister and used to dream another to play with who might be sweet.
So often the words that I heard,
'go on now your just a girl'.
Just a girl, now what is that?
I could do all the things by following you...
Remember when you would run?
Don't you recall I did too, and when you would climb up the tree...
Yep, there I was , it was me:+)
Superman! I still hear the shout as you came flying from the rail.
Wasn't long before a dyed bedsheet I too could call a cape.
'Ah, mom why her too?
Superman isn't any sily ole girl.'
Still treasure that look on your face when next you lept into the air....
Here I came not far behind arms spread wide....
Do you remember now my shout?
superman to the rescue!
Give just bout anything now to have it captured
and framed.
You didn't get it, neither did I just thought I was a guy if that's what it took.
Guess one day it finally sunk in....
Wasn't a guy, but we could be friends.
Soon I learned with some 'firm persuasion' if
I was to leap into the air the sound must be...
Supergirl to the rescue:+)
But that was fine, just change my line and then we both could jump and fly.
As I was determined whatever you did there I'd be.
Nah, didn't matter boy or girl both could play.
Funny as I recollect time passed on and great fun we had....
Untill your buds came knockin' at the door.
Then back to hearing those dreaded words...
'go on now your just a girl.'
So what?
I could do all you did and more! and somethings better than your friends.
Yep, that's what I thought:+)
Who else could be by your side at all times...
skipping rocks, flying, skating and climbing trees?

Ah, and that look on your face it's my birthday and again`a prayer was answered..
Ooooh, my very own B-B gun!
Yes , and I still have it to this day, what a joy
I remember sharing with both my son and daughter.
The handle is cracked and it's worn. You must remember tho, sure seen and fought so many wars.
It's amazing the things we learn from watching and being a shadow.
From racing boats to racing cars and a few more 'tid bits better left untold':+)
Get your own friends. Let me play with the guy's
Sheesh,sometimes so mean I thought you hated me.
But I soon learned that wasn't the case....
Not another soul out there was allowed to hurt or say anything to make me sad.
Time marched on and we both grew, pretty much stopped following you.
Day soon arrived 'yes I was a girl'.
And there you stood...
had my own friends and now I was going off to date.
Reckon you felt it was time to follow me...
So now the roles slightly reversed,
'go on now leave me alone'.
Hadn't a doubt could take care of myself...
did you forget you taught me how to fight?
In time a middle ground was found and though high school I cheered you on
as you became our basketball star.
Yep, that's my brother, I would say.
Times we thought couldn't wait to get away from each other...
then here your day came in '73.
Brother graduated and off he went going to defend country,help keep us free.
Just didn't know how much I would miss you and you me:=(
Many times I was so proud when you came home to escort me,
in your uniform for all to see.
Strang the stages we go through from...
'go on now, get away'
To planning trips so Dad and Jerry can fry up fish on the river bank
Havin' Aunt Carmie from Alaska
Eatin' some of mom's blackberry cobbler
skipping rocks and watching the water
back once again all together....
'Sharing life's adventure'.

@ Pattricia Pummill
2001-2003

Ahhhhh! that was lovely...and again...such words to send me back to memories of old:):) thanks!! Wanda

It does take me back.....I can just see my two little ones ... now all grown up ...been settin' here with all these memories, and a little teary eyed......

Your welcome emattie194 and thank you for sharing some of your memories with me. We'll have so much to talk about when we get together. :o)

One day while I was walking
I saw the strangest thing
a duck waddled up to me and said
I'd like to for you sing

One day while I was sitting
on a bench inside the park
another duck approached me and
gave me such a start

He wasn't like the first one
cause for me he did not sing
instead he danced a jig for me
that was a stranger thing

One night while I was drinking
a duck I chanced to meet
he did not sing nor dance for me
though I waited for my treat

Instead he only sat there
yet I thought it was great
For he became the tender choice
as he sat upoun my plate

I know....I cant wait now to reminense in person :) what a delight....to have come to this place....awesome and wonderful it is....now we share not only about our family and friends...but hey, look here,,,, we have many new friends and making new memories to tell others how rare of a gift (smile)thanks again, and its ok to have teary eyes.....even when we are sad, happy, remembering.......it more valuable than words can say that we can share and make our life brighter here you see....

aahhh stardust.....no hate dear:) granny

You are so right;
thanks for dancing in that light
and share with all of us
thus
your heart hid for long..

we´ll listen to your song :-)

~*Radiant 36:9*~

¡Ya no entiendo nada aquí! LOL

Creo que las poemas escritos en otros lenguajes son muy hermosas pero no puedo saberlo realmente porque ¡no conozco estas idiomas estranjeras! (Es mi culpa porque he tenido oportunidades para aprenderlas y no lo he hecho.)

Que increible que tenemos ahora un lugar acquí…un hogar verdaderamente…donde podemos descansarnos y juntarnos en una sociedad secreta de poesía. Me encanta mucho. Y parace un éxito. :o)

¿Hay otros aquí que hablan el español? He visto el francés y el aleman (¡creo! lol) y otros sino…hmmm. Mi español es más or menos aunque peudo leerlo bastante bien. Pues, ¡Bien venidos todos! Gozaremos en nuestro tesoro precioso.

Gregorio

TRANSLATION:

I don’t understand anything here anymore! LOL

I believe that the poems written in other tongues must be very beautiful, but can’t really know that since I don’t know these foreign languages! (It’s my fault because I’ve had opportunities to learn them and haven’t done it). Nevertheless, I like seeing these very much.

How incredible that we have a place here…truly a home…where we can rest and join together in a secret poetry society. I am very delighted. And it seems like a success. :o)

Are there others here who speak Spanish? I’ve seen French and German (I think! lol) and others but…hmmm. My Spanish is so-so but I can read it quite well. Well anyway, Welcome all! Let us enjoy our precious treasure.

Greg

1. You must submit an original poem of at least one line or one word (your choice or whichever comes first). For example: "Here"
2. This poem must have a title. For example: "HERE"
3. It must have an author (i.e., it must have been written). For example: "me"
4. The author must not be me but you, i.e., "you"
5. It must have a date. For example: "her" (or "him" if it is a female poem)
6. It must be posted (with the right zip code preferably)
7. Not only posted but posted here. For example, post "HERE" here
8. Of course you must also be a BK paying member, but that is inconsequential. The price is not prohibitive and well worth discovering such jewels as "HERE" and others.
9. Lastly you must grovel.
10. If we are then suitably distracted you might slip in the back door.

Oh I like your duck one Stardust hehhehee

Our love is like a feather.
So light and fragile, but yet strong and enduring
Each strand is an occurrence
All held together by the quill

Our love begins small and delicate and grows
To be strong, beautiful and proud
Our love protects us from the rain
Our love keeps us warm when it’s cold

When our feather has grown big and strong
It lifts us on the wind
To soar above it all
Lifting us higher and higher
Until nothing else matters
But the love and togetherness that we share

When there are times that pull us apart
We smooth them together with the memories
From all the other strands
And once again our ‘feather’ is whole
Ready to stand the test again

The bird that the feather is on may die
But like our love
The feather goes on
For eternity

So here is the to the feather of our life
Our love
May it grow
May it lift us up higher and higher
Standing the test of time
Weathering the storms
Only to grow stronger and stronger
And to remain the beautiful love that it is.

Copyrighted by me

Thats beautiful!! Thanks for sharing :-)

Wow! Awesome, Medic!

Fantastic Medic!! Although you really didn't have to write one about me ROFL!!

Thanks for your words :) I will dance for sure....and now that have many more friends...WOW!!Thanks RAdiant !!

Wanda!!
I went to bed thinking of Current River and Jacks Fork!!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rivers!

As I am remembering days of the past.
I thank goodness for being this lass!
She ran to the place where the river crest,
over the waterfall she did gasp!
She was in awe of what she saw
a rush a mighty power out of the wall.
Now as she thinks of the fall
she remembers the last fall...She
then remembers to run run and
leap from the rope that came from the
bluff....
As we felt the breeze upon our face,
we felt the water take our breath.
Then the pumping of the waters deep
felt so exciting to our unbelief. In this
wall of magnificent beauty was the
time of great memory!
Now as we play to hearts content
remembering the days of wading and
floating..

This is precious our River
Current.....Current as it flows
never-ending with its GREAT BEAUTY!

Awww shucks, thanks e1

Life Lessons Learned

As I was driving in the car this morning I thought of all the things that had occurred in my short 31 yrs on this earth.

I pondered each and every aspect of my days on this earth..

I needed meaning and understanding for all that had occurred..

Parents divorced when I was a child...I always wanted more...everlasting love and peace that comes from finding that special one..

At age 16 I married my high school sweetheart.....14 yrs into it we fell apart..wished I had known it would be like that from the start....He promised we would never part..

Then low and behold I met a man, who gave me the love that only he can...

I realized today that everything that has occurred in my life has made me who and what I am..Prepared me for his greater plans..


Who am I to question him? The one who gave me life again? I realize now that the greatest gift he gave me was the unanswered prayers...To lead me on this path of crooked stairs...


And if I die today, I will know that I was all a part of his master plan!! And that I truly love this man!

And oh what a try it was. Excellent :o)

Thanks Aragon KM :)~~

Wonderful Carolina just wonderful!!!!!do it again and again and again (smile) Granny!

I just woke up to this. Moving, powerful, and well done, carolina. I enjoyed it very much! Thanks :o)

Good job Carolina

I really like this! Very optimistic. Both romantic & also includes the deeper 'agape' love. But also realistic (a feather's fragility, etc...). Wow. :o)

Thanks usurper, you caught it. There is a story behind that one as well. I still have the feather that brought it all out, its somewhere in a box :)

Great Poem!!

The morning sun rising majestically in the East
It's splendid rays kissing the horizon with such gentle caress
the warmth of it's light washing over me like a warm shower on a cool winter's day
Still it did nothing to quell the emptiness inside

Alone with this magnificant beast along the cool expanse of sand
I watched as a wind arose and then yet died,overwhelmed by the power of Ra
Or so it seemed
That great eye in the sky
how it watched me,mocked me,yet marvelled at me
For I was alone on this desert
Alone
yet unafraid

Steadfastly I trudged onward
The Beast- my nemesis,my enemy,my only companion
never leaving my side
growing ever stronger,ever more vigilant
ever more
evermore

Then,I feel it
it is weakening
it's hold on me releasing
it needs it's rest,it seems
even such magnificant Beasts need rejuvenation
I have prevailed , this battle is mine,yet again
I will survive,ready to face another round
And begin the day anew

That is moving Star

how deep; full of hope...

Beautiful.

Looking across the board
I could ill afford to be ignored
But my opponent snored.
I said "Good Lord!"
Having stored up a hoard
Of expletives in a gourd.

lol..cute on Usurper

Lovely Greg...uh...perhaps that one could be called Ode to 3334??? ;-) j/k LOL

Perfect re-title, Stardust! lol :o)

TY carolina. :o)

THE EDGE

I was looking at the clouds on a Winter's day
I was thinking how the world has lost its way
How we play an empty game and how we think we're free
How we lie about the truth and the Misery

I was standing in the middle of a pouring rain
I was seeing how there's nothing in this life but pain
How we spend our days within an empty shell
How we dream of Heaven, how we're born in Hell

I can see into the city, I can see the mud
I can see the dirty faces, they are covered in blood
I can see the devil's hunger in the business man
I can feel the thirsty hunger all through this Land

I was blinded by a vision of the world-to-be
I was thinking of a Life that can never be
I was hoping for a place of security
I was sinking in the sand of Reality

But I know there must be some escape, a tunnel through the slime
I'm tired of watching all the rape, I'm sick of seeing all the crime
I've gazed along the open shore, I've looked within my darkest dreams
I've searched my soul to find a door, I must get out by any means

And I'm going over...I'm going over...yes I'm going over

The Edge

I was swirling in the center of a raging flood
I was coughing up the mucus and the slimy blood
I could feel the awful hatred in the angry sky
I could see the naked truth behind the endless Lie

How we spit upon the weak and how we praise the strong
How we trample on the right and how we bless the wrong
How we gave our souls to Satan, how we laughed with glee
When we finally saw the Lord hanging on that Tree

I am sick of living in a world filled with spite
I am sick of utter darkness, this eternal Night
I am fed up with the Dream and the Fantasy
I am fed up with the whole damn thing, you see

A Storm is coming and its gonna be an evil day
The water's rising, gonna wash your hopes away
The wind is blowing, gonna rip right through your head
The devil's smirking 'cause he knows you're already Dead

But I know there must be some escape, a tunnel to the Light
I think I've found a better way, I'm giving up this worthless fight
I've gazed along the open shore, I've looked into the land of Love
I've searched my soul to find a door, I've gazed into the stars above

And I'm going over...I'm going over...yes I'm going over

The Edge

To be born in Wales,
Not with a silver spoon in your mouth
But, with music in your blood
And with poetry in your soul,
Is a privilige indeed.

Your inheritance is a land of Legend,
Of love and contrast
A land of beauty so bright it burns the eyes.
Of ugliness that scars the Spirit
As the Earth.

Wales is an old land with wounds
That weep in hills.
They wept before in the bodies of men
And in the hearts of women
And time will never heal them.

The stigmata of sorrow,
Of pain and poverty,
Of lonely crucifixtion in the dark,
Remain our lives to feed.

The Land of our Fathers was built on coal,
It's rivers of mingled blood and sweat
Have forever darkened it,
Relieved only by death.

We are a sad people,
Our sadness being wrapped in harps and music
And praise to God
For the lovely, yearning light
That feeds the Spirit as well as the eyes.

..................

In grandmother's house
The shiny kettle hissed on the hob,
Ready and warm,
A Welsh welcome.
A fire that never goes out.

Grandmother, family-proud and so of house,
With hob black-leaded,
Glistening like a raven's wings
And brass like gold
Untarnished.

Her kitchen smelling of oilcloth
And beeswax and Brasso
The Welsh-dresser and chemille-plush
And white china dogs, like sentinels
Guarding the mantlepiece.

A Bible used so much it never needed dusting,
A rocking chair that moves
In silent motion, beholding
The Dad no longer there.

But there was always love
To wash around you like a healing tide
To cleanse the sore places,
Childish sorrows and tremulous tears.

To her the Welsh are bound,
A matriarchal Nation,
The umbilical cord that's ne'er severed
As we span our Earthly lives.

......................

There are preachers, aged men
With salvation in their souls
And Hell-fire damnation
In their breath.

The Welsh are a nation of preachers,
Of minstrels and bards,
Of night-shirted Druids
With mistletoe in their hair.

Reverent of learning and education
As an escape from the darkness
Of the mind and of the Pits
That collier's compass.

.......................

To be a child in Wales
Is to be a child in Paradise.
The mountains worn smooth by timeless backsides
Covered in serge-suiting that shines like polished glass.

With lairs where foxes live.
Streams so clear and cold
They freeze your blood as if to ice
And glow your cheeks.

Her rivers rusted with slime and bedsprings
And with tins that caught minnows,
Ferns that crackel underfoot
Where Adders live.

There are Welsh babies snug in flannel.
Chapels with encrusted tombstones
With leaves and moss.
Shiny black Bibles bound in Brass.

-- I can't remember the author ---

oh MY MY Cariad...How lovely oh How lovely!! and I too, now, have tears in my eyes.......oh my
my...........lovely so lovely ......the words I see oh my do I see...(heart()()() )Granny! Thanks for this.....Cariad thanks....

Yes indeed Cariad, very good.

I can just picture your house like that Granny!! Kettle on the hob and a warm welcome!! :o)

yes sort of like that dear...small and very welcoming and peaceful everyone says...:) Yes Tea Kettle always ready/as well as pot of coffee...:) that is a must for welcomed guest and family...

Usurper that is awsome. There is so much emotion in that one. Would you happen to work in public service (ie law enforcement, ff or ems)?

That is great Cariad. Thank you for the wonderful picture of Wales with such a deep and wonderful heritage!

When the heart is sick the liver is just around the corner.

Deep Chief and so true...oh look it's cocktail hour ...scuse me....

TY MidnightMedic. My words and work have never lined up. I don't know why I feel as I do. :o)

I'm not morbid in everyday life. Playful, silly, serious, fickle. Maybe a little hard to live with. Burning bridges is my specialty. LOL But maybe with time I can conquer that impulse. :o)

Keep poems coming, this is great!!!!