Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 he wants my breadthis ragged child on the roadside goldenlangur On the roadside the child cries alone hungry for mother's kiss Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 On the roadsidethe child cries alone hungry for mother's kiss hungry for mother's kiss Little Bear roams the night sky goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 the night sky embroidered with diamond myths takes us home ~~jvg Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 the night skyembroidered with diamond myths takes us home ~~Tink Takes us home where nobody awaits. The door is locked... Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 Takes us homewhere nobody awaits. The door is locked... the door is locked... but a lamp glows at the window goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 the door is locked...but a lamp glows at the window goldenlangur At the window I draw your face with the shadow of the night Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 At the windowI draw your face with the shadow of the night With the shadow of the night comes a new day ... in someone else's world. Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 With the shadow of the nightcomes a new day ... in someone else's world. In someone else's world I am somebody without nobody Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 In someone else's worldI am somebody without nobody without nobody conversations we've had echo in my head goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 without nobodyconversations we've had echo in my head goldenlangur Echo in my head long way of memories I stuck in the past. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 Echo in my headlong way of memories I stuck in the past. I stuck in the past but in dreams I see a new place goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 I stuck in the pastbut in dreams I see a new place goldenlangur I see a new place where the peace leads on the crossroad. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 I see a new placewhere the peace leads on the crossroad. on the crossroad both turns seem the same - black-topped and empty goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 on the crossroadboth turns seem the same - black-topped and empty goldenlangur Blacktopped and empty, the road seems longer at 4a.m. I want to go home. Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 Blacktopped and empty,the road seems longer at 4a.m. I want to go home. I want to go home where the bread is warm and the bird sings. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 I want to go homewhere the bread is warm and the bird sings. and the bird sings on a leafless branch dusk Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 and the bird singson a leafless branch dusk dusk, the sun sinks behind the mountain beautiful afterglow Hi Everyone, Glad to be back! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 dusk, the sun sinks behind the mountain beautiful afterglow Lovely to see you around Lake beautiful afterglow the moon gliding out of the earth's shadow goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 beautiful afterglowthe moon gliding out of the earth's shadow goldenlangur The earth's shadow covered the flaps of the bird wings. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 Aleksandra said: goldenlangur said: beautiful afterglow the moon gliding out of the earth's shadow goldenlangur The earth's shadow covered the flaps of the bird wings. the bird wings new tar black, tucked tight weary from flight Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 the bird wingsnew tar black, tucked tight weary from flight weary from flight falling leaves return to the root Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
KateM Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 weary from flightfalling leaves return to the root to the root music flows like rain; saturates Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 to the rootmusic flows like rain; saturates Saturates - the sky with stars, my mouth - without voice. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 Saturates -the sky with stars, my mouth - without voice. my mouth - without voice not that I cannot speak but that I have no words goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 my mouth - without voicenot that I cannot speak but that I have no words goldenlangur But that I have no words; that doesn't mean that I don't have a heart. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 that I don't have a heart the wind carries it to you love letters love letters unopened yellowed with age and tied tight with worn red ribbon Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 that I don't have a heartthe wind carries it to you love letters Love letters I am writing to you, with the colorless pen Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 Love lettersI am writing to you, with the colorless pen with the colorless pen I write of light and shadows in the valley goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 with the colorless penI write of light and shadows in the valley goldenlangur In the valley the bones rots, under the down. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 In the valleythe bones rots, under the down. under the down there is warmth beyond the sun goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 under the downthere is warmth beyond the sun goldenlangur beyond the sun is an unknown world to be explored Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 beyond the sun is an unknown world to be explored to be explored - how does it feel not to be afraid goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 to be explored -how does it feel not to be afraid goldenlangur Not to be afraid from the destiny hand the wheel rotates. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 Not to be afraidfrom the destiny hand the wheel rotates. the wheel rotates in rain and sun another rhythm goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 the wheel rotatesin rain and sun another rhythm goldenlangur another rhythm birds sing to flowers again another spring Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 another rhythmbirds sing to flowers again another spring another spring another life flows in her crystal eyes. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 another springanother life flows in her crystal eyes. in her crystal eyes the first crescent through clouds goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 in her crystal eyesthe first crescent through clouds goldenlangur through clouds vanished sun cries for light. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 through cloudsvanished sun cries for light. What anguish Aleksandra! cries for light borne by the wind and withered leaves goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 through cloudsvanished sun cries for light. What anguish Aleksandra! cries for light borne by the wind and withered leaves goldenlangur Thank you goldenlangur and withered leaves and barren trees ...and poor child - alone. Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 and withered leavesand barren trees ...and poor child - alone. and poor child - alone on the marble steps of the church goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 and poor child - aloneon the marble steps of the church goldenlangur Ah I love this one, you stopped me for a moment Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 Thank you Aleksandra. A "poor child - alone" - brought to mind associations with Christ and abandoned children. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 goldenlangur said: Aleksandra said: and withered leaves and barren trees...and poor child - alone. and poor child - alone on the marble steps of the church goldenlangur of the church with its high arched doors open respite for His flock ~~tink Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 of the churchwith its high arched doors open respite for His flock ~~tink respite for his flock in the spring sun - a sting in its tail goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tinker Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 goldenlangur said: Tinker said: of the church with its high arched doors open respite for His flock ~~jvg respite for his flock in the spring sun - a sting in its tail goldenlangur I love it, I was wondering how someone was going to handle that last line of mine. You did it perfectly gl. a sting in its tail the caped manta owns the sea deadly grace Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 a sting in its tailthe caped manta owns the sea deadly grace Thank you Tink deadly grace its wings blot out the sun a dark sea bed goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 deadly graceits wings blot out the sun a dark sea bed goldenlangur a dark sea bed alighted by glowing fish little mermaid sings Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 31, 2009 Share Posted May 31, 2009 a dark sea bedalighted by glowing fish little mermaid sings little mermaid sings from her seaweed throne under the Great Bear goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 31, 2009 Author Share Posted May 31, 2009 little mermaid singsfrom her seaweed throne under the Great Bear goldenlangur under the Great Bear I see faces in shade smiling and bleeding Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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