"The Color of a Song"
February 26, 1989 The color of a song
Nothing the same
Nothing for very long
Oh, this mood
Music sways the trees
Clouds at our feet
A feeling come
And gone
We breathe mist
In the space
Of twinkling stars
Dancing, oh, so close
Why not this always
I hope
I long
I love
Laughing, singing
The colors of a song
Play in one's mind
Night and day
Glorious we come
Nothing the same
Thankful we were
Nothing for very long
This poet is more traditional but very good. One yearns for these times now gone. Live it with this wonderful poet!
"Enchantress--My Love"
by Shay
The foremost I beheld (the first ever with love),
Tho' not conversant--intent--for in endless domain;
The air, the warmth, the gentle breeze it comes from;
Pulchritude, with ignorance, in love shalt remain;
Ere commitment of time 'tis mortality o'ercast
Thou shalt recognize fortune from fate;
If 'Ever did set down the present from past
A fond reckoning, remembrance, shalt I create;
Thine image in clarity obvious to mine eyes
'Tis timelessly engraved, amaranthine, to matter;
If ever in obscurity 'tis lost I shalt die
In extent 'twill be catalogued in volume forever;
Forget thee not, I shall, in all my best succeed,
For thy beauty's as a book--so lovely to read.
"A Nightly Ensemble"
by Shay
A sabled coat doth bear his arms
Stained and weathered appears;
Swords cast aside, all battle-scarred,
'Tis presence that brings men near;
How base the bodkin stares at both
Whilst 'tis honour to bear the crown;
To delve a place, below the truth,
Hence 'tis rain that shall fall down;
A sabled coat--swords play a part,
Or, are flourished free;
The capes they wear doth drop down
To points so argently;
The bodkin bare doth stare up
Through tears that may not reign;
Born in honour the throne rest 'twixt
Its guards that serve with blades;
This at night, with honored pride,
They bear in days, 'till forced to die.
"Pirates!"
by Shay
'Tis the galleon that sails proud and strong
Her sails doth flutter 'gainst the winds' caress,
Her captain and crew, with ale, mix songs
No one watching, but drinking, then from the crow's nest--
"'Tis a ship I see, with sails full o' wind, no two
Wait, three, and toward us they sail!"
The men with sabers and cutthroat knives,
The captain with rapier and basket-hilt gouche
"Now 'tis when we set wrongs to rights,"
The captain had whispered as the three ships approached;
"Full side shot, and hit the lead ship square,"
He roared to the gunners while, to his post, he did move;
The blast from the cannons sent the balls through the air
With a splintering crash, to their target, missiles flew true;
A thunderous roar for the victory that was soon to come
The crew cheered and readied a deadly barrage
The captain waited, and smiled, then gave the command
Another shot brought their second, near last, victim down;
The third ship approached more cautious than before
The captain could see death as their cannons did fire
He gave the command, "Get ready, pull port!"
A moment too late as their ship became their pyre.
A Poem To My Colombia
by Jim Nasium Saldutti
I took a trip thru the night
Just to get here, to be with you
Dusty narrow roads
Paved with pot holes wind through
Andean mountain peaks
Needing to be crossed
Rivers below bamboo bridges
seem to call to me
Waiting, wanting me to join them
Black waters run near by
None for the dust, none for me...
I wrap your silken scarf 'round my face
In a back seat windowless bus
I gotta get out'a here
Away from all'a this white dust
Yes, I know I must...
Find something new to do
That's why I took a trip thru the night
Just to get here
To be with you...
We sat there and smoked
for three days one night
Under the Andean moonlight
The now cooked up white dust
What'a site we were that night
Our bellies were empty, we didn't feel at all right
We decided there was only one thing to do
So we packed up our bags
Got on a bus, went south, to Peru
The Year was 1974
I can't remember much more...
©1997 Gym Nasium
Early One Morning Late That Night
by Jim Nasium Saldutti
We walked hand in hand by the moonlight
Early in the morning, late that night
Little did we both know then
That there could never be an end
To what they have found
The rumor spreads 'round and 'round
Listen I hear the sound
Of a film crew, it's true
With cameras and spotlights, and xtras too
The scene starts off with moonlight in your face
The words that are spoken to you are a disgrace
If only they were in your place...
Then they'd understand why it's me, you chase
The gossip is flowing let them all go to hell as
Then the scene fades to a sleazy motel
Where for what they will do they will burn in hell
For, they know better they really do
It is silent there now, alone just the two
Well... just then cut to later that night
The two of them in bed bouncing
What'a site... 'twas pure sexual delight
This scene goes on for an hour or more
When just then there is a knock at the door
It was The Man from the corner
He now had some more...
Then slowly fade off...
Up towards the dimming moonlight
The two satisfied lovers, now feeling alright
Then pan in as two tired lovers walk home
Still together, yet still so alone
Early in the morning late one night
Some still talk, "it just wasn't right"
Off in the distance you can hear
This sound, very clear
That's a wrap. It turned out alright
©1997 Gym Nasium
Ten Again
by Jim Nasium Saldutti
I was with my brother's seven year old son
out riding our bikes, just havin' some fun
We went to all the places his father and I knew
as children, lookin' for something to do
and to see what ever we might see...
Just then as he was riding next to me
the sunlight reflected off'a his bicycle rim
and as I looked up and over at him
In a moment I was a kid again!
I was ten, and then
in that moment to my surprise
I was seeing through a ten year old's eyes
It was my brother and I on our bikes
not me and his son
the whole rest of the day we had a lott'a fun
And since this story is all too real
I wanted to share the way the sun made me feel
and tell you what the sun can do
yes, this really happened ... it is true !
©1997 Gym Nasium
"The Blackness of the Stars"
February 26, 1989
In the blackness of the stars
Our lives fleeting go by
Floating in this space
The emptiness
A mist like the nebula
Before our starry eyes
We breathe the mist
Of life so cold it seems
Cold upon cold
The stars sing
Our minds vibrate
Life so cold
Lost upon this desert
The blackness of the stars
Shining shining
The long ago in the light
The dark side
Comforts us
As we gather speed
The light lags behind
Stars compressed
Side by side
Life gone
Only this blackness remains
"Subtle the Loneliness"
February 28, 1989
Subtle the loneliness
Settles over me
Like motes of dust
In warm afternoon sun
I remember the time
The sun streaming
Into this room
When loneliness was gone
Now only strains of music
Remains in the air
The fragrance that was
You and this lonesomeness
Subtle this feeling
Like despair and
Unhappiness but
Not really
We remember
Each other
Arms around
In that bright afternoon
When is it over
This memory
The hint of your face
That sunny afternoon of my life...
One of my web-friends and fellow poet sent a poem to share. I think it is quite elegant. By Linda Whitlow.
DUBIOUS TOMORROWS - A Sonnet
Some dark dread phantom night may come and stay,
Silently, stealthily as death descend,
When we two hearts with no chance to amend
Shall not in peacefulness of sleep or wake
Each other hold and have for comforts' sake.
Rejoice in tender nights of today then,
Sweetness of darkness and pleasure attend,
Away from dubious tomorrows. Let's take
Pleasure only of this dusk's siren song,
Rather to this gentle night's bed submit
our souls to fuse. To guess, would we be wrong
That morrow's dawn may rend and not permit
Our mingled souls to dwell the same or long
Remain entwined and deem us then unfit.
Linda Whitlow
More good stuff from Linda Whitlow, this time in Spanish. Don't you just love it!
NOSTALGIA
Tributo a Rosalía de Castro
by Linda Whitlow
diciembre 1996
En el cabello rizito
.....los ojos grandes, asombrados
negros como el Gran Vacío;
en la tierna sonrisa inocente
.....de un niño desconocido,
encontré a mi hijo
ya grandecito,
hermoso,
emplumado, probando sus alas;
listo para volar del nido
libre,
seguro de sí.
This is Linda's Spanish poem in English. Isn't she nice to translate it for us!
Linda Whitlow
NOSTALGIA
December 1996
In the dark curly hair,
...the wide wondrous eyes
...black as the Great Void,
in the tender innocent smile
...of an unfamiliar child
I found my son,
...growing up,
...beautiful,
...feathered, trying out his wings:
ready to fly from the nest
...free
...sure of himself.
Another great poem from Linda
SERENADE
If I could write a note
for every tear that finds its way
.....down the gullies
..........and hills
...............of my face,
I'd soon have a symphony
of sorrow
.....to fill my rooms
.....and serenade my walls.
For only their ears
will ever hear
.....the melody.
This is another fine poem shared with us by Linda Whitlow.
REFLECTIONS FROM A DISTANCE
Willows mirrored on a glassy pond
...breathe and sway,
...rustle and remember
...every lover's quarrel
...every passionate embrace,
......immortalized sweethearts
......carved forever in their bark;
They can recall songs on the wind
geese on the move
storms on yesterday's horizon
rainbows on both ends of the earth;
...and they remember me.
They remember long afternoons of contemplation
mellowed by good cheese and bread,
...chased by cups of red wine;
They remember short bare dips
...in the coolness of summer nights
......alone
......and with company.
Looking back, somehow
...it all seemed so simple then;
And yet I remember so much pain
......so much confusion
......that I nearly lost hope.
It's good I didn't lose hope
......-things look different now;
From a distance
I can still feel
...the cool rustling shade of those willows
...their familiar comfort
...the way things fell into place
......in the shadow of those ancient boughs;
the comfort of their mirrored reflections
......on the surface of my mind,
clearer Reflections from a Distance.
Linda Whitlow
"To the Mountains"
January, 25, 1997
To the mountains
To the mountains
The saved and damned go
With the blood sun
Just so
Living on a vision
Traveling alone
Stars but a dream
To the mountains
Blindly we go
From creature to human
Eyes aglow
Connected by
Unholy bonds
To the mountains
Climbing rock by rock
Foothold by foothold
Sun brightly shining
But cold all the same
To the mountains
Finally home
Arriving pained
And full of hate
Murder sweet murder
To the mountains
Now the time
Reborn a holy seven
Darkness delayed
Hope eternal
To the mountains
"That Wonderful Long Ago"
February 11, 1997
O where did it all go
Forlorn times of the whippoorwills
Singing in the gentle trees
Stirring with the warm wind
Now all seems so long ago
When children played
And voices musical
Play on my memory
O that summer sleepy afternoon
When music sweet and wonderful
Brought starry-eyed tears
And we hugged with such cheer
That wonderful long ago
Now plays out every eve
Full of moon, bright
Warm summer sounds
Here the living sigh
And the others go on
Each a part of one
So near so far
Wonderful notes on the ear
Feeling like we do
When we were
And when we are
Children don’t go far
For you won’t see
The end of it all
Before the evening star
"4th Rock"
February 21, 1997
The dawn glows coldly
Ravines scar the landscape
Atmosphere weak and dull
The face on the land
Spires praying to distant sun
Weak light plays the shadows
Soundless gentle wind
Red dust scattering peacefully
World old and new
Dry rivers beckoning
And ice in view
Life gone to the eons
Mid-day sun weak and calm
Starkly the mountains come
And enters into the long past
Stand alone and empty
Into the dark colder still
And then dull light shines
Of a different time and age
Cyrillic printing on red walls
Words from the long past
New explorer yearns
Learning the truth
Carried on the cold air
For the new and old
Come together at last
Understanding for a new age
A new terran world
Passion
Dance with me on the edge of life and death
Make love to me on the bridge
that is going to brake any second
And if I should fall from a cliff
Save me or jump after me....
Jessica Bil
Here is another poem I (Madam G.) wrote in August 1987. It is dedicated to a cat I saved, and was able to get a new home for. And unluckily the cat died in his new home. The people that took care of him let him go outside and a car killed him. I found three kittens, just a week old back in 1986; their mother had died and I took the three kittens inside the house. One of the kittens died the first day; the other two I managed to save. We had to give them food every second hour day and night, and do all the stuff a cat mother does for the small kittens. So... I was very sad and unhappy when these people told me Greystoke was hit by a car and died. Well, here is the poem:
In Memorial to Greystoke
Greystoke - I gave you
your life, gave you my
will to live to you.
A new home - but why did I
do it wrong? You could have
lived today - if I had the
possibility to see into
the future.
Dear Greystoke - I do
hope from my whole heart
that you will be a lucky
cat - in your new life.
A safe life.
It's with sadness I just
gave you one year and one
month to live. I hope so
much that time was happy
for you, dear little Greystoke.
I'll miss you!
I wish you good luck
in your new life!!
Written by Madame Guillotine
Yours,
Madame Guillotine
Much Love from
Madame Guillotine
PEACE
Is it really peace that we want
can we afford it's price
and are we absolutely sure
that war is the most evil of all
When a voice of anger rises high
it's crushed and silenced by the law
so that the boys behind the money wheel
can spin it faster and make some more
Is it really peace that we want
can we afford it's price
and are we absolutely sure
that war is the most evil of all
With peace comes the conqueror
and those who stood up and fought back
have to get down on their bended knees
and accept the victors peace
Is it really peace that we want
can we afford it's price
and are we absolutely sure
that war is the most evil of all
And after peace comes a silent wave
and washes like a knife
and tribes and countries are cut in half
and global trust has claimed it's right.
FRIENDSHIP
Friendship...
...is loyalty
...is sharing happiness and sadness.
...is to help a friend in need -
and not turn the back.
...is so love each other.
...is - to respect and accept each other.
Friendship is to stand up for each other.
Written by: Madame Guillotine
Liden, North Sweden
Many friendly Greetings from
Madame Guillotine
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