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under the Great Bear

I see faces in shade

smiling and bleeding

 

smiling and bleeding

for her children –

a mother’s heart

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smiling and bleeding

for her children –

a mother's heart

 

a mother's heart

beats to her child's

song

 

 

goldenlangur

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra
a mother's heart

beats to her child's

song

 

 

goldenlangur

 

song

screams and crying

death

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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song

screams and crying

death

 

 

death -

a destination

after life

 

goldenlangur

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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death -

a destination

after life

 

goldenlangur

 

after life

what do you want to happen?

prepare now

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goldenlangur
after life

what do you want to happen?

prepare now

 

prepare now

listen to the birds in spring

be in the moment

 

 

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goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur said:
Lake said:
after life
what do you want to happen?
prepare now

prepare now
listen to the birds in spring
be in the moment
                   goldenlangur

be in the moment
a shadow shrinks slowly
when watched
                     ~~jvg

~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~

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goldenlangur
be in the moment

a shadow shrinks slowly

when watched

 

~~tink

 

 

when watched

the sky and the stars

become one

 

 

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goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra
when watched

the sky and the stars

become one

 

 

goldenlangur

 

become one

in the cold ground

- eternal peace

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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become one

in the cold ground

- eternal peace

 

eternal peace -

a sleep

without dreams

 

 

goldenlangur

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra
eternal peace -

a sleep

without dreams

 

 

goldenlangur

 

without dreams

I'm lost between

past and future

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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goldenlangur
Past and future --

known to unknown

alone.

 

 

 

Quite a complex play here, Tony!

 

alone -

I hear

your song

 

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Quite a complex play here, Tony!

 

alone -

I hear

your song

 

goldenlangur

 

I agree, Golden! icon_smile.gif

 

Your song,

your lyre, your dance --

my trance.

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Your song,

your lyre, your dance --

my trance.

 

icon_biggrin.png

 

my trance

lift the veil -

another world

 

 

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goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra
Your song,

your lyre, your dance --

my trance.

 

icon_biggrin.png

 

my trance

lift the veil -

another world

 

 

goldenlangur

 

Well done Golden and Tony icon_smile.gif

 

 

another world

another tones of music

all is different

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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Your song,

your lyre, your dance --

my trance.

 

icon_biggrin.png

 

my trance

lift the veil -

another world

 

 

goldenlangur

 

Well done Golden and Tony icon_smile.gif

 

 

another world

another tones of music

all is different

 

Thank you Alekk! icon_biggrin.png

 

All is different

from before --

no more.

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Aleksandra
All is different

from before --

no more.

 

no more

smiles on faces

just screams

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Aleksandra
just screams

lingering -

empty room

 

Empty room

rich man standing

- cold tear

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Empty room

rich man standing

- cold tear

 

cold tear

a single star

on equinox night

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cold tear

a single star

on equinox night

 

 

on equinox night

I weave with tears

turquoise dream

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goldenlangur
on equinox night

I weave with tears

turquoise dream

 

"turquoise dream" is beautiful, Aleksandra!

 

 

turquoise dream -

I sail beyond the sea

in a silver boat

 

goldenlangur

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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra
on equinox night

I weave with tears

turquoise dream

 

"turquoise dream" is beautiful, Aleksandra!

 

 

turquoise dream -

I sail beyond the sea

in a silver boat

 

goldenlangur

 

Thank you goldenlangur. Your is so inspiring

 

in a silver boat

she whitening the linen

- for giving ...

 

* ( to the traditional song "Biljana Platno Belese " )

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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goldenlangur
in a silver boat

she whitening the linen

- for giving ...

 

* ( to the traditional song "Biljana Platno Belese " )

 

 

Thank you Aleksandra for this link. The voices and music are so soulful. What kind of occasion is this sung for?

 

 

- for giving...

each dawn she gathers

flowers

 

goldenlangur

goldenlangur

 

 

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- for giving...

each dawn she gathers

flowers

 

goldenlangur

 

flowers -

petals open one by one

so does your heart

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Aleksandra

Hello goldenlangur. This is old traditional song. This song sings a lot of our singers and the origin sings the old singer - now dead Nikola Badev, and I must note that he is from my region - Kavadarci. The song tells how the girl Biljana whitening the linen on fountain of Ohrid lake and at the moment showed up the vintners and she asks from them to be careful of her linen because that linen is for giving to her parents in low for one day when she gonna get marriage. And they are saying to her, if they stepped the linen, they will pay with beautiful wine. But she ask not the wine , but the boy who ride the caravan.

 

So this song is for love, for ones who fall in love, marriage etc.

We have tradition to prepare the girls before they get marriage, ok that was more present in the past, now it is changing , but the folklore, the tradition, the songs live forever.

 

Here is the LINKwith the origin voice.

 

Glad you like it golden.

 

flowers

in her eyes

can't die ever

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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Aleksandra

Ok sorry probably me and Lake posted at same time. It is ok go ahead with Lake's poem

flowers -

petals open one by one

so does your heart

 

Sorry Lake icon_smile.gif it is happening

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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goldenlangur

so does your heart

can't die ever

when spring is here!

 

Using both your excellent last lines, Lake and Aleksandra icon_biggrin.png

 

Thank you Aleksandra for the link - the voice is beautiful. I've downloaded it.

 

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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra
so does your heart

can't die ever

when spring is here!

 

I love your haiku

 

when spring is here!

my icebergs

do not melt

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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goldenlangur
leftover snow

gives way -

new grass

 

new grass

bends in

spring frost

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra
new grass

bends in

spring frost

 

spring frost

bloomed the flowers

without beauty.

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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goldenlangur
spring frost

bloomed the flowers

without beauty.

 

without beauty -

a glacier lake

with tourist boats

goldenlangur

 

 

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without beauty -

a glacier lake

with tourist boats

 

with tourist boats

sea lions swim along

the moon rises

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with tourist boats

sea lions swim along

the moon rises

 

 

the moon rises

I pray in the night

my eyes hurts

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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the moon rises

I pray in the night

my eyes hurts

 

my eyes hurt-

the red sun

on the robin's breast

 

goldenlangur

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

on the robin's breast

lies a youngin

ready to take flight

Larsen M. Callirhoe

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goldenlangur
on the robin's breast

lies a youngin

ready to take flight

 

 

ready to take flight

by the light of the new moon -

our dreams

 

 

goldenlangur

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra
ready to take flight

by the light of the new moon -

our dreams

 

 

goldenlangur

 

our dreams

caged in a sin

the life is sinful

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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our dreams

caged in a sin

the life is sinful

 

Aleksandra

 

the life is sinful

without soul -

what hope?

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra
our dreams

caged in a sin

the life is sinful

 

Aleksandra

 

the life is sinful

without soul -

what hope?

 

what hope?

without victims?

hurts a lot

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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goldenlangur
what hope?

without victims?

hurts a lot

 

hurts a lot

your silence -

all these years

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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goldenlangur
all these years

each dawn's radience

wakes a new hope

-----------~~tink

 

wakes a new hope -

on the wings of nesting birds

spring

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Aleksandra
wakes a new hope -

on the wings of nesting birds

spring

 

 

spring,

when Karma dreams

she smiles

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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goldenlangur
spring,

when Karma dreams

she smiles

 

A lovely thought and image, Aleksandra icon_smile.gif

 

she smiles -

he searches for his mobile

in the snow icon_wink.gif

 

 

goldenlangur

goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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