A poem inspired by the last twelve words in a song I heard sung by Andrea Bocelli, 'Your Love' ... Thank you for being there in this world to comfort us, console us, protect us and save us from the dark. Thank you for being there in our midst to encourage us, teach us, enlighten us and reach us through your love. Thank you, O Mother, for being there in my life to care for me, believe in me, bear with me, conceiving me in all your pain. How will I end, where do I start? Mother, your love shines in my heart.
I love the morning, and have written a number of poems about it. It represents to me a moment of hope, a fresh start to a day, new beginnings to a world... Here's my poem about the memory of a morning of crossing over 'from doubting night unto daunting day...' A poem inspired by the 'angelic sounds' of Pamela Yuen's piece 'Even The Darkness Will Not Be Dark To You' from her 'Slowing Down To Grow' album on Bandcamp: https://pamelayuen.bandcamp.com/album/slowing-down-to-grow A morning walk alone in the early hours, in the dark of dawn, shattered by silent streetlamps, as I crossed over from doubting night unto daunting day, I was left believing… Patterns of grey and gracious clouds, gregariously apart, the flight of birds synchronized above me, below me safe and sacred ground; did I not hear an angelic sound deep in my heart? In marching on, I crossed the line that God had drawn since the genesis of time, a promise of hope so needed in our suffering, that even after the dreariest night, the deepest darkness, there would be light, glorious and exhilarating.
An ode to Earth, in the wake of its Olympics, inspired by Michael Maxwell's 'Serenade' ... awakening on a multi-coloured morning to multi-faceted earth a multifarious serenade of multitudinous hopes multi-layered optimism if only warriors could stop fighting politicians shun their squabbling and humans cease hating abandon egos and wars if only we would treasure the wonder and diversity yet a fragile vulnerability of our unique multi-splendored planet
A poem about hope, but more like hallucination, at the end of a journey, set against the hip-hop sounds of @purrplecatmusic's 'Journey's End' ... What would I find at journey's end? Could the sun still shine around the bend? I took the train to a known destination, not realising then it was at times a travel in tribulation, at times a journey of jubilation. Meeting many a friend from various places on arrival, saying goodbye again at numerous points of departure. Still an adventure, it was a good ride; till I reached, unwilling, my journey's end, expecting the depth of darkness, a sorrow in sealing the sadness of night. But who could have known of life's kindnesses? For around the bend, beyond the glowing tide, I saw the silver lining. The stars were sparkling, the sun kept shining...
A poem of the heart, inspired by Secret Garden's 'Poeme' ... Writing in thankfulness to the poems of the heart, on the gratefulness for family, faithfulness of friends, the wonder of life, the beauty of love. And not of things like the horrors of war, or the politics of hate, oppression and dispossession, the sadness of violence, or the sundry madnesses of men in their dehumanizing cruelty. Writing in gratefulness to the glory of peace, the light of civilization, the sweetness of civility, sublime feelings of subtle emotions, the joys of gentleness, the hope of humanity.
A poem inspired by a theme from 'Star Trek: Enterprise', 'Where My Heart Will Take Me' , performed here by the City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra... in a parallel universe i found her again her eyes as deep and blue as the earth lips as red as the sunset on mars i found life and love anew again with my soul still in pain my dreams a beckoning my tears a glistening across the night of stars in sublime awakening the lonely voyager in me seeking the heart that was free and kind amidst the reckoning of second chances in the parallel universe i caught unpretending a glimpse of hope unending as i left behind my sadness unrelenting an unrequited love
A poem written purely from the emotion felt throughout this moving 2nd movement of Jean Sibelius' Violin Concerto , played by Benjamin Beilman in his winning performance at the 2010 Montreal International Musical Competition... Searching desperately the crowds, the masses, for her face, smitten by her grace. Longing helplessly, in my heart, from the start, for her love, her joy, her sorrow. But will she care, will she be there today? Will she be blind to all of me that's kind, in the brutal light of the morrow?
My 131st poem on LimeWire. The poignancy in Ennio Morricone's 'Malena' prompted me to write something about women... Angels from a kinder universe, maidens of a lovelier place. We, men, from Mars, and you from Venus; despite the planetary hot and cold of it, the mysteriously yin and yang of it, the romantically sweet and bitter of it, what could we feel for you but love? And lovingly admiring you from afar... gentle voice in a noisy world; sensitive, intuitive, considerate, compassionate and clever, a work of art, a joy forever, that's what you are.
A poem of my affections, graced by a Cantonese song (translated loosely as 'Loving You') performed at a competition by an increasingly popular Chinese singing star @tamfaichi... Dear, you do decorate my life with your love, most faithfully. You've loved me unconditionally; how could I not know of your enduring goodness, your endearing kindness? You've stayed patiently by my side, seeing me through my fallen ambitions and broken dreams. You've put up with a lot of me, my whimsical idiosyncrasies, my idiotic whims. So I'm left with these lines of a poem, regretful of my shortcomings, but grateful for your forgiveness. For so undeservedly blessed am I to have someone devotedly dedicated; so unreservedly contented to find a life graciously decorated.
Poem on the story of a life, set against the adagio of Max Bruch's Violin Concerto No. 1 in G Minor , performed by Joshua Bell... Story of a life burdened with baggages from the past, intractable ruminations of the mind, repressive upbringing, regressive tendencies, depressive despondencies. Struggled to do good, but still falling short; dismayed and disappointed with petered hopes and perished dreams, potential unfulfilled, promises unrealized, prayers unanswered. But tried by mercy, one's life does change peaceably, perceptibly; pettiness into patience, anger to acquiescence, hubris unto humility. Blinder to negativity, kinder with humanity. Growing old, but still counting blessings, still enthralled by life’s beauty, love’s enchantment; yet in the cold, still fighting demons; for my sins, in search of redemption, in my despair, finding hope, for my errors, seeking atonement...
A poem in a moment of twilight, set against the 2nd movement of Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D Major , with Maxim Vengerov on the violin... A need to write of thankfulness and praise, a gratefulness for grace, faithfulness in the face of adversity. A need in the twilight to love and to hold on to fleeting feelings of fading dreams slipping silently away. A need to say, in prose or in poetry, the depths of my emotion to stay, in the realisation of my mortality...
Ubiquitously uplifting sounds from the 'Theme from Rocky Balboa' caused me to write something for the youths of the world... youths our hope and future sweet destiny of the earth look bravely if you must to the sun towards its radiance you run you will shine in its glorious brightness youths our hope and future look wisely if you need to the stars their saving light amongst the darkness amidst the scars of our sadness you will be there to give of your joy your gladness youths our hope and future colour our planet with your love for the things you do in kindness you will be loved in return you will save us all from our human wretchedness
