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26. August 2003, 21:55:08
Radiant2008 :-) 
Emne: OK Usurper :-).... here you go:
one of my first poems written in English :-)

Hereby I send you a breath from the sea:

10000 crickets
a bit of air stirring,
the salty air
and the warmth of the evening sun.

a swimmer rolling on the waves
a trotting horse along the shore.

the warm red colours of the sunset
and the opposite, the moon: gold, almost full.

the waves slowly rolling
ending up on the sand
their rustle sound is gentle
its water gives and takes back again

in motion: its own rhytme...

I watch this game of waves
and notice that this soon makes me feel at ease

and
slowly, real slowly
we become one:

this breath from the sea and me..

August 13, 2001
Copyrighted by me

27. August 2003, 04:32:36
danoschek 
Emne: Roger Chapman & Family
Weaver's Answer

Weaver of life, let me look and see
The pattern of my life gone by,
Shown on your tapestry.

Just for one second, one glance upon your loom
The flower of my childhood could have fit within this room
Does it of my youth show, tears of yesterday?
Broken hearts, within a heart, as love first came my way.

Do the lifeline patterns change as I became a man
An added aura untold blend as I asked for her hand.
Did your golden needle sew it, thread virginial white
As long as we embrace as one upon our wedding night.

Did you capture all the joys the birth of our first son?
The happiness of family made a brother for the one.
The growing of the brothers, the manliness that grew
is it there in detail? Is it their to view?
Do the sparks of life grow bright as one by one they wed?
To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives they've led.

Are my lover's threads cut off when aged she laid to rest
My sorrow blacking out a space upon thou woven crest
A gathering for the last time as her coffin slowly lain
Ash to ashes, dust to dust, one day we will regain.
Does it show, does it swipe, grandchildren on my knee
But only hearing laughter when age took my sight from me.

Lastly through these last few years of loneliness maybe
Does it by sight a shooting star fade from your tapestry.
Wait there in the distance, over your loom I think I see
Could it be that after all my prayers you've answered me?
After days of wondering I see the reason why.
You kept it to this minute, for I'm about to die.

Weaver of life,
At last now I can see
The patterns of my life gone by, shown on your tapestry.

27. August 2003, 13:13:21
cariad 
Emne: Dedicated to Martin the Dragon.
Every dragon 'round these parts
Breathes a breath of flame.
But I can't even blow a spark
Which brings me grief and shame.
The other dragons often tease.
They jeer and sneer and shout
Cos every time I take a breath
I'm breathing hot dogs out.
Hot dogs when I blow my nose.
Hot dogs when I snore.
Hot dogs when I go achoo.
Hot dogs when I roar.
I lived a life of misery,
Agony, and woe,
Until I met a boy dragon.
Our friendship seemed to grow.
I said to him one starry night,
"I love you dear the most."
We sighed a gentle sigh together
And had a hot dog roast.

27. August 2003, 19:33:55
Usurper 
Emne: Re: OK Usurper :-).... here you go:
My response to this has been delayed because nothing I say can do it justice. This is about Being, a collaboration of the soul and the earth. More than collaboration, it is re-union, a foretaste of heaven. This is true peace. You are marvelous, Radiant. :o)

27. August 2003, 20:25:04
Usurper 
Emne: Re: Dedicated to Martin the Dragon.
That is terrific, cariad!!! Very cute. lol :o)

27. August 2003, 21:15:26
CurrentRiver 
Have so little time....

So much on my mind...

That I find I'm way behind

So if you all don't mind........


Just wanted to Praise everyone that has submitted a rhyme.

So beautiful, so moving, so many memories......

27. August 2003, 23:01:18
Badinage 
Upon your creation, God broke the mould
a beautiful vision to behold.
The envy of both Kings and Queens
for a beauty so fair they would risk many things.
Beauty so fair cannot be duplicated
though many have tried they have as yet to make it.
You enter a room and men fight for a try
to have one so lovely stand by their side.
But the beauty that I find I cannot deny
is the beautiful heart that is kept deep inside.
It's the beautiful heart of the fairest of Queens
a beauty reserved just for fairy tale dreams.
When I look in your eyes I see love that's so true
it outweighs all physical beauty seen in you.
You see, true beauty is not found in magazines
it cannot be whipped up with make-ups and creams.
True beauty's a blessing, a gift from above
and can only be seen through the kind eyes of love.
And my vow to you now so the whole world can see
is to treat you with the same love you show to me.
Love so strong it weakens the strongest of men
I feel my love for you growing again and again.
If I have but one wish to wish before I die
it will be to forever have you at my side.…

28. August 2003, 00:31:21
emattie1943 
Aragon,Cariad,danoshek, what can I say...all is beautiful...so very moving....so deep in me I feel..thanks for all of them thanks...Granny and
Current River I miss you...but know you have a busy time now..(smile) thanks to all of you that put things here to read, and to get into it...thanks!!!!Granny as you can see I am so moved today by them...

28. August 2003, 09:34:01
cariad 
The Irish song, 'A Nation Once Again' by Thomas Osbourne Davis was the inspiration for the following:

Yn fachgen brwd a ’ngwaed ar dân,
Darllenais hanes cywrain
Tri chant a thri o arwyr glân
Fu’n gwarchod Groeg a Rhufain;
Ac yna rhoddais weddi daer
Cawn eto weld y dydd
Y chwalem furiau’r estron gaer
A dod yn Gymru rydd.


Daw Cymru’n Gymru Rydd
Daw Cymru’n Gymru Rydd
’Rôl byw yn hir dan estron gaer
Daw Cymru’n Gymru Rydd

Mor ddisglair drwy’r holl ddyddiau blin
Fu’r gobaith pell am ryddid,
Na allai serch a’i decaf rhin
Ragori ar ei lendid;
Fy ngwylio wnâi mewn llys a llan
Ac yn y maes liw dydd,
Pan gysgwn, canai ’gylch y fan ’
Daw Cymru’n Gymru rydd!

Ond nod aruchel, sanctaidd, hardd
Yw gwasanaethu rhyddid;
A gallai nwyd o isel radd
Amharu ar ei lendid;
Daw rhyddid o ddeheulaw Duw
A’i sail a’ sêl yw’r ffydd,
Drwy Gymry da caiff Cymru fyw
A dod yn Gymru rydd.

Fy unig sêl wrth ddod i oed
Oedd brwydro dros ei rhyddid,
A meithrin ysbryd, yn ddioed
Sy’n rhydd o bob aflendid;
Drwy fyw’n lân gobeithio’n wir
Caf godi ’ngwlad ryw dydd -
Nid ofer dweud, rôl caethglud hir
Bydd Cymru’n Gymru rydd!

28. August 2003, 09:40:06
Badinage 
Emne: Excellent Cariad....
I may not know how well it was translated, I do remember the competition though!! And the song! Is inspirational (in any language!!)

When boyhood’s fire was in my blood
I read of ancient freemen,
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood,
Three hundred men and three men;
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain,
And Cymru, long a province, be.
A Nation once again!

A Nation once again,
A Nation once again,
And Cymru, long a province, be
A Nation once again!

And from that time, through wildest woe,
That hope has shone a far light,
Nor could love’s brightest summer glow
Outshine that solemn starlight;
It seemed to watch above my head
In forum, field and fane,
Its angel voice sang round my bed,
A Nation once again!

It whisper’d too, that freedom’s ark
And service high and holy,
Would be profaned by feelings dark
And passions vain or lowly;
For, Freedom comes from God’s right hand,
And needs a Godly train;
And righteous men must make our land
A Nation once again!

So, as I grew from boy to man,
I bent me to that bidding
My spirit of each selfish plan
And cruel passion ridding;
For, thus I hoped some day to aid,
Oh, can such hope be vain?
When my dear country shall be made
A Nation once again!

28. August 2003, 13:24:56
Radiant2008 :-) 
Emne: Ensemble (Understand)
English translation of this Breton poem, written by Alan Stivell

Ensemble (Understand)

The heart of another can be felt by all
Deep down, all men are alike
To know the source of man´s heart is unchanging
Makes the exchange of idea´s possible
We must understand what others are really saying
We don´t always hear what they tell us

Eventually, we´ll have to get on, and live together
While each remains himself, so goes life

Indistincly, we hear what we want to believe in another´s words
Each time we remain deaf to this, evil sprouts among us
We can´t stay indifferent when injustice brings havoc
We must awaken consciousness both inner and outer.

Eventually we´ll have to get on, and live together
While each remains himself, so goes Life.

Copyright by Alan Stivell
From his album: 1 Douar

28. August 2003, 15:08:39
emattie1943 
WOW! VERY NICE! Cariad and Radiant thanks!!!

28. August 2003, 17:49:11
Usurper 
Emne: Kubla Khan
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw :
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

28. August 2003, 17:58:53
Purple 
Emne: Re: Kubla Khan
I don't suppose anybody has Kipling's Gunga Din. One of my favorites but I have no books left hardly.

28. August 2003, 17:59:42
Usurper 
Emne: The Chief's Request (a favorite)
Gunga Din
by Rudyard Kipling

You may talk o' gin and beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
He was "Din! Din! Din!
You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! slippery ~hitherao~!
Water, get it! ~Panee lao~! [Bring water swiftly.]
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din."

The uniform 'e wore
Was nothin' much before,
An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
For a piece o' twisty rag
An' a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.
When the sweatin' troop-train lay
In a sidin' through the day,
Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
We shouted "Harry By!" [Mr. Atkins's equivalent for "O brother."]
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
You put some ~juldee~ in it [Be quick.]
Or I'll ~marrow~ you this minute [Hit you.]
If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"

'E would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin' nut,
'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
With 'is ~mussick~ on 'is back, [Water-skin.]
'E would skip with our attack,
An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire",
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide
'E was white, clear white, inside
When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!
It was "Din! Din! Din!"
With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
When the cartridges ran out,
You could hear the front-files shout,
"Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!"

I shan't forgit the night
When I dropped be'ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.
I was chokin' mad with thirst,
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.
'E lifted up my 'ead,
An' he plugged me where I bled,
An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green:
It was crawlin' and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I've drunk,
I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen;
'E's chawin' up the ground,
An' 'e's kickin' all around:
For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!"

'E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
'E put me safe inside,
An' just before 'e died,
"I 'ope you liked your drink", sez Gunga Din.
So I'll meet 'im later on
At the place where 'e is gone --
Where it's always double drill and no canteen;
'E'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drink to poor damned souls,
An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
Yes, Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Though I've belted you and flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

28. August 2003, 18:02:49
Purple 
Emne: Re: The Chief's Request (a favorite)
Wow! Within 20 seconds Usurper produces 12 page classic poem on request. TY. Amazing!!

28. August 2003, 18:16:17
Usurper 
Emne: Re: The Chief's Request (a favorite)
Right place at the right time. lol. My pleasure.

28. August 2003, 20:10:10
carolinaQT 
Emne: Poem I wrote for my boyfriend today:)
Title- My Pete


I met my true love in the one place that I never thought possible, online.

Many told me that I was foolish, that it was asinine.

A year has passed and feelings have grown, I now have a place where I feel at home.

In Pete's arms, the world seems to disappear. Oh how I love when he holds me near.

There is nowhere else that I'd rather be, than with my sweet Pete right next to me.


I love you Pete!! :)~

28. August 2003, 20:14:57
Purple 
Emne: Re: Poem I wrote for my boyfriend today:)
Sounds like Pete is a lucky guy. :o)

28. August 2003, 20:26:52
carolinaQT 
Emne: Re: Poem I wrote for my boyfriend today:)
I am the lucky one:)~

28. August 2003, 20:30:58
lilac fairy 
Emne: Leisure
Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep and cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this, if full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

by W.H.Davies

28. August 2003, 20:40:26
lilac fairy 
Emne: A man's a man for a' that
Robert Burns, 1759-1796

Is there, for honest poverty
That hings his head, an' a' that?
The coward slave, we pass him by
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Our toils obscure , an' a' that;
The rank is but the the guinea stamp;
The Man's the gowd for a' that!

2. What tho' on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hodden grey, an' a' that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine,
A Man's a Man for a' that!
For a' that an' a' that,
Their tinsel show and a' that;
The honest man, though ne'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that!

3. Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, and stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that:
For a' that an' a' that,
His riband, star, and a' that;
The Man of independent mind,
He looks an' laughs at a' that!

4. A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an' a' that;
But an honest Man's aboon his might,
Guid faith he maunna fa' that!
For a' that an' a' that,
Their dignities an' a' that,
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher ranks than a' that.

5. Then let us pray that come it may —
As come it will for a' that —
That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
May bear the gree, and a' that;
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's comin' yet for a' that
That Man to Man the warld o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that!

28. August 2003, 20:55:56
Radiant2008 :-) 
Emne: No umbrella for me ;o)
Yes.. it has begun..
first small drops, hesitating in touching the pavement..
there came yet no steam off the pavement, but I think the pavement must have thought:
"Hey! Whats that? What is touching me there so wet?? Long time no feel!" lol
Meanwhile..
the people took their umbrella´s out and coats, while I thought:
"Hey! Whats that? Whats touching me on my face, hair, clothes, feet so light, but wet? Whats that trying to say "hi"? Long time no feel! Lets enjoy - no umbrella for me!!"

;o)))

Copyrighted by me - 5 mins ago..

28. August 2003, 21:06:46
harley 
LOL Radiant, very approriate here in England too today!

Nice one Lilac, I love those, especially 'Leisure'!

28. August 2003, 21:07:34
carolinaQT 
Emne: Re: No umbrella for me ;o)
Very nice Radiant 36 9!

28. August 2003, 21:16:31
lilac fairy 
The life that I have is all that I have
And the life that I have is yours.
The love that I have of the life that I have is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have, a rest I shall have yet death will be but a pause,
For the peace of my years in the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.

Author unknown by me.

28. August 2003, 21:20:08
Radiant2008 :-) 
That´s cute and cute and cute, Lilac :-)

28. August 2003, 21:21:19
lilac fairy 
Emne: Re:
thank you Radiant :o)

28. August 2003, 21:24:33
Badinage 
Emne: Lilac...........
The poem was written by Leo Marks (age 60)when he heard about the death of his fiancée in a plane crash in Canada. The full details are given in his very readable book "Between Silk and Cyanide".

28. August 2003, 21:28:02
lilac fairy 
Emne: Re: Lilac...........
Oh thank you Aragon, I also heard it in a film once too. The film was 'Carve her name with pride'

28. August 2003, 21:48:37
Radiant2008 :-) 
Emne: Re: Lilac...........
Sorry, I was making fun with a friend then read your poem and made lil fun of it, but this is moving, when you know more of a background when and why poems are written.. how tragic.. yet: such huge L O V E - awesome..

28. August 2003, 22:57:13
Radiant2008 :-) 
Emne: Re: Poem I wrote for my boyfriend today:)
You are both lucky people!

People who need people, are the luckiest people in the world!

Barbra Streisand - People

28. August 2003, 22:58:13
carolinaQT 
Emne: Re: Poem I wrote for my boyfriend today:)
So true:)

29. August 2003, 00:32:16
emattie1943 
Very very nice reading and special feelings I have...thanks lilac on the one of author unknown..special I feel granny

29. August 2003, 20:08:32
cariad 
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch.

Over several game plays
To prove it could be done
I asked dear MidnightMedic
To try my native tongue.

I helped her with the double 'l's,
I helped her with the 'd's,
I taught her that a single 'f'
Sounds like an English 'v'.

The double 'd' becomes 'th' you see,
Double 'f' is like your 'f',
I think we conquered all of these,
I hope it was enough.

And now she knows the longest word,
It's not difficult to say,
But her friends had better take great care
To avoid the snot and spray.

The 'l's can drown your dopey dog
Or your unsuspecting cat,
Put your budgie in a plastic mac
With a lovely little hat.

Y Ddraig Goch is a fearsome beast,
He has a breath of 'cân',
But MM can drown a flock of sheep
When she sings 'Calon Lân'.

By me.

29. August 2003, 21:01:27
Usurper 
Emne: Speaking of rain, this is not a poem but....
KATHY’S SONG
By Simon & Garfunkel

I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls.

And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies.

My mind's distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day.

And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you.

And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and die
I know that I am like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I.

29. August 2003, 21:18:08
danoschek 
Emne: Re: Speaking of rain, this is not a poem but....
thanks ... some people know why I should have put that ... :D ... ~*~

30. August 2003, 00:27:55
danoschek 
Emne: Re: Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
that's a good bridge ... 0:) ... ~*~

30. August 2003, 00:32:16
harley 
A Divine Image


Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

William Blake

30. August 2003, 16:53:43
MidnightMcMedic 
Emne: Re:
Well I never.... *walks to corner and pouts...errupts in giggles...then pouts again.... then the giggles which turn into full blown laughter.**

Great one Cariad!!!!!!!!!!

31. August 2003, 12:34:14
red dragon 
Emne: Calon Lân (A Pure Heart)
This is a Welsh hymn but is poetry to me.

Nid wy'n gofyn bywyd moethus,
Aur byd na'i berlau mân.
Gofyn rwyf am galon hapus,
Calon onest, calon lân.

Calon lân yn llawn daioni,
Tecach yw na'r lili dlos,
'Does ond calon lân all ganu,
Canu'r dydd a chanu'r nos.

Pe dymunwn olud bydol,
Chwim adenydd iddo sydd:
Golud calon lân rinweddol
Yn dwyn bythol eiw fydd.

Hwyr a bore fy nymuniad,
Esgyn ar adenydd cân.
Ar i Dduw, er mwyn fy Ngheidwad,
Roddi imi galon lân.

(I seek not a life of riches,
Earthly gold or finest pearls,
All I seek is a heart that is happy,
A heart that is honest, a heart that is pure.

A heart that ts pure and full of goodness,
Fairer than the beautiful lily,
Only a heart that is pure can sing,
Sing by day and sing by night.

Were I to treasure earthly riches,
They are swift and fleet or wing:
A heart pure and virtuous,
Riches and eternal gain will bring.

Night and morning does my longing
Rise aloft on wings of song,
That God, for the sake of my Saviour,
Grant me a heart that is pure.)

Daniel James 1847-1920

If I may, I'd like to dedicate this to Granny this Sunday.
Call it an early birthday present!

31. August 2003, 12:42:45
lilac fairy 
Emne: Re: Calon Lân (A Pure Heart)
Oh I love that one, I was playing it earlier this morning.
click here
Have your sound on too.

31. August 2003, 22:59:02
emattie1943 
Red Dragon (tears happy tears) thank you for the poem/song....words so lovely and my heart swells as I find more truth of love now more than ever...thanks so much....for thinking of me..I cherish this now and lilac.....thanks for the music........I love it....I love music too of course :) Man I am so glad I am still here to have met all of you ...all so unique and special to me....one on one....so special...I dream of memories and I am thinking on these new ones too...These help keep a spring in my step...!!LOLOLGranny!

1. September 2003, 07:11:12
emattie1943 
Curremt River....missing you...I know you are busy these holiday.....but come back soon...we need your poems also...and memories Granny

1. September 2003, 11:19:45
Badinage 
Emne: Thought this would fit here just right...........
Through Our Hearts

My Internet Friends

You are in my heart daily

I travel the world with each of you

Through your eyes



Through our hearts we share our joys

Our happiness, sadness and hopes



Through Our Hearts

We see no imperfection

We learn to love the mind and soul

Our typewritten words are as real

As if we were sharing coffee in the same room



Through our hearts we learn of your family

and Through our hearts you become part

of my extended family



I wish for you , all the happiness and joy

I would wish for my own children and friends



Through our hearts we learn the importance

of sharing and caring and love.

My internet friends have enriched my

life, my mind and soul and have restored the

faith in mankind.



I care not what you look like, the colour of

skin, the nationality or religion you are.

We learn to love and care for the person we

know you to be.



What a blessing it is to know, any time of day

or night we can turn on our computers and talk

to our friends far and near.

Though our hearts, we are never alone

-Anon

1. September 2003, 11:41:03
Radiant2008 :-) 
Emne: Re: Thought this would fit here just right...........
That was beautiful, Anon! :-)

awwww, couldn´t have said it any better, yet trying - L:)L

cannot find any word to express it more,
and more,
the core
of friendship online;
shivers down my spine...

for this world; for others unknown
but yet words reflects for us a known

reality

like a mirror

I often think of the blind
touching others face in order to find
their soul,
their spirit

their true self


Thank You my friends for letting me be a part of your day for a while,
with either a tear or a smile,
a big laughter or a hoot;
each time its doing me good!

20030901 ~ Radiant

1. September 2003, 14:16:08
bilirkisi 
Emne: I'VE LEARNED SOME THINGS
I've learned some things from having lived:
If you're alive, experience one thing with all your power
Your beloved should be worn out from being kissed
And you should drop exhausted from the smelling of a flower

A person can gaze at the sky for hours
Can gaze for hours at a bird, a child, the sea
To live on the earth is to become part of it
To strike down roots that won't pull free

If you cling to anything, tightly hold a friend
Fight for something with every muscle, whole body, all your passion
And if you lay yourself for a time on the warm beach
Let yourself rest like a grain of sand, a leaf, a stone

To your utmost, listen to every beautiful song
As though filling all the self with sound and melody
One should plunge head-first into life
As one dives from a cliff into the emerald sea

Distant lands should draw you, people you don't know
To read every book, know other's lives, you should be burning
You shouldn't exchange for anything the pleasure of a glass of water
No matter how much the joy, your life should be filled with yearning

You should know sorrow, honorably, with all your being
Because the pains, like joys, make a person grow
Your blood should mingle in the great circulation of life
And in your veins life's endless fresh blood should flow

I've learned some things from having lived:
If you're alive, experience largely, merge with rivers, heavens, cosmos
For what we call living is a gift given to life
And life is a gift bestowed upon us


Ataol Behramoglu
"Yasadiklarimdan Ogrendigim Bir Sey Var"

Translation by Walter Andrews

1. September 2003, 14:58:46
Radiant2008 :-) 
Emne: Hope
Hope (Alan Stivell)

Our feet tread down the same ground
Each of us lofty and weak
Sharing pride and fear,

Ireland always sends strength to heart
By songs of battle or peaceful tunes
Ireland always sends strenght to heart
And we´ll do our duty: protecting the heritage,
And the winds of Scotland sing strong in our skies
Giving hope and joy to our kinly nation
And the winds of Wales blow long and loud
Colouring the dream into reality,

A uniform world
Or in a million pieces
Somewhere in between we can still live.


Translated Breton poem/song written by Alan Stivell - from his album: 1 Douar

1. September 2003, 15:03:39
Radiant2008 :-) 
Emne: Re: bilirkisi
that is beautiful! :-) Thanks for sharing..

1. September 2003, 18:21:48
emattie1943 
Anon....was beautiful...thanks for sharing....

Bilirkisi was awesome thanks! Granny

Radiant as usual awesome also!

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