Tips for a Better Life
1. Take a 10-30 minute walk every day. And while you
walk, smile. It is the ultimate anti-depressant.

2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. Buy
a lock if you have to.

3. Buy a DVR and tape your late night shows and get
more sleep.

4. When you wake up in the morning complete the
following statement, 'My purpose is to __________
today.'

5. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and
Empathy.

6. Play more games and read more books than you did in
2007.

7. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, tai chi, and
prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy
lives.

8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 and under
the age of 6.

9. Dream more while you are awake.

10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and
eat less food that is manufactured in plants.

11. Drink green tea and plenty of water.. Eat
blueberries, wild Alaskan salmon, broccoli, almonds &
walnuts.

12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.

13. Clear clutter from your house, your car, your desk
and let new and flowing energy into your life.

14. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip, energy
vampires, issues of the past, negative thoughts or
things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy
in the positive present moment.

15. Realize that life is a school and you are here to
learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that
appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons
you learn will last a lifetime.

16. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and
dinner like a college kid with a maxed out charge card.

17. Smile and laugh more.

18. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.

19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to
disagree.

22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the
present.

23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no
idea what their journey is all about.

24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.

25. Frame every so-called disaster with these words:
'In five years, will this matter?'

26. Forgive everyone for everything.

27. What other people think of you is none of your
business.

28. GOD heals almost everything.

29. However good or bad a situation is, it will
change.

30. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick.
Your friends will. Stay in touch.

31. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or
joyful.

32. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you
need.

33. The best is yet to come.

34. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show
up.

35. Do the right thing!

36. Call your family often. (Or email them to death!!!)
Hey I'm thinking of ya!

37. Each night before you go to bed complete the
following statements: I am thankful for __________.
Today I accomplished _________.

38. Remember that you are too blessed to be stressed.

39. Enjoy the ride. Remember this is not Disney World
and you certainly don't want a fast pass. You only have
one ride through life so make the most of it and enjoy
the ride.

40. Please Forward this to everyone you care about.

May your troubles be less, May your blessings be more,
May nothing but happiness come through your door!

To those who love
and ask nothing in return



JOHN BOYLE O’REILLY [1844 - 1890]


A White Rose

The red rose whispers of passion,
and the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-colored rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on its lips.

SAROJINI NAIDU [1879 - 1949]


An Indian Love Song


He
Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon
of thy glory and grace,
Withhold not, O love, from the night
of my longing the joy of thy luminous face,
Give me a spear of the scented keora
guarding thy pinioned curls,
Or a silken thread from the fringes
that trouble the dream of thy glimmering pearls;
Faint grows my soul with thy tresses’ perfume
and the song of thy anklets’ caprice,
Revive me, I pray, with the magical nectar
that dwells in the flower of thy kiss.

She

How shall I yield to the voice of thy pleading,
how shall I grant the prayer,
Or give thee a rose-red silken tassel,
a scented leaf from my hair?
Or fling in the flame of thy heart’s desire
the veils that cover my face,
Profane the law of my father’s creed for a foe
of my father’s race?
Thy kinsmen have broken our sacred alters
and slaughtered our sacred kine,
The feud of old faiths and the blood of old battles
sever thy people and mine.
He
What are the sins of my race, Beloved,
what are my people to thee?
And what are thy shrines, and kine and kindred,
what are thy gods to me?















Love recks not of feuds and bitter follies,
of stranger, comrade or kin,
Alike in his ear sound the temple bells
and the cry of the muezzin.
For love shall cancel the ancient wrong
and conquer the ancient rage.
Redeem with his tears the memoried sorrow
that sullied a bygone age.

Are You There?
Each lover has some theory of his own
About the difference between the ache
Of being with his love, and being alone;
Why what, when dreaming, is dear flesh and bone
That really stirs the senses, when awake,
Appears a simulacrum of his own.
Narcissus disbelieves in the unknown;
He cannot join his image in the lake
So long as he assumes he is alone.
The child, the waterfall, the fire, the stone,
Are always up to mischief, though, and take
The universe for granted as their own.
The elderly, like Proust, are always prone
To think of love as a subjective fake;
The more they love, the more they feel alone.
Whatever view we hold, it must be shown
Why every lover has a wish to make
Some kind of otherness his own:
Perhaps, in fact, we never are alone.

KENNETH PATCHEN [1911 - 1972]

As We Are So Wonderfully Done


As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate sleep
on floors of music where the milkwhite
cloak of childhood lies
Oh my love, my golden lark, my soft long doll
Your lips have splashed my dull house with print of flowers
My hands are crooked where they
spilled over your dear curving
It is good to be weary from the brilliant work
It is being God to feel your breathing under me
A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning…..
Don’t let anyone in to wake us

STEPHEN FOSTER [1826 – 1864]
Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull’d by the moonlight have all pass’d away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life’s busy throng.
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are haunting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E’en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

lovely

SNOW

this one is for Snow

GIACOMO PUCCINI [1858 – 1924]

Snow

AND THE STARS WERE SHINING, from opera Tosca
And the stars were shining . . .
The earth smelt sweet . . .
The garden gate creaked . . .
And a footstep brushed the sand.
She entered, fragrant,
And fell into my arms.
O soft kisses, tender caresses,
While I, all a-quiver,
Unveiled her lovely features!
Vanished forever is my dream of love . . .
That time has fled
And I die in despair.
Never have I loved life so dearly!

Thank diceman,

That nice of you, lovely

SNOW

snow have a super day!

rhis one is for all MMG members


HILDA DOOLITTLE [1886 – 1961]

from Eros

My mouth is wet with your life,
my eyes blinded with your face,
a heart itself which feels
the intimate music.
My mind is caught,
dimmed with it,
(where is love taking us?)
my lips are wet with your life.
In my body were pearls cast,
shot with Ionian tints, purple,
vivid through the white

CARL SANDBURG [1878 – 1967]
Explanations of Love
There is a place where love begins and a place
where love ends.
There is a touch of two hands that foils
all dictionaries.
There is a look of eyes fierce as a big Bethlehem
open-house furnace or a little green-eyed
acetylene torch.
There are single careless bywords portentous as
the big bend in the Mississippi River.
Hands, eyes, bywords—out of these love makes
battlegrounds and workshops.
There is a pair of shoes love wears
and the coming is a mystery.
There is a warning love sends and the cost of it
is never written till long afterward.
There are explanations of love in all languages
and not one found wiser than this:
There is a place where love begins and a place
where love ends—and love asks nothing.

OU-YANG HSIU [1007 – 1072]

Faint Thunder Drifts beneath the Willow

Faint thunder drifts . . .
beneath the willow,
rain upon the pool.
The sound of rain,
and rain again from lotus leaves.
The western eaves of this small place
cut through the rainbow.
I leaned on the rail and waited
for the moon to bloom.
A swallow flew and perched
to peer in at the ridgepole.
The moon, jade hook,
hung from the curtain rod.
No waves on water,
still waves, the wrinkles of the coverlet.
Behind the crystal screen, two pillows:
on one, a hairpin fell.

CLAUDE MCKAY [1890 – 1948]

Flower of Love
The perfume of your body dulls my sense.
I want not wine nor weed; your breath alone
Suffices. In this moment rare and tense
I worship at your breast. The flower is blown
The saffron petals tempt my amorous mouth,
The yellow heart is radiant now with dew
Soft-scented, redolent of my loved South;
O flower of love! I give myself to you.
Uncovered on your couch of figured green,
Here let us linger indivisible.
The portals of your sanctuary unseen
Receive my offering, yielding unto me.
Oh, with our love the night is warm and deep!
The air is sweet, my flower, and sweet the flute
Whose music lulls our burning brain to sleep,
While we lie loving, passionate and mute.

AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Fulfillment
Lo, I have opened unto you the
gates of my being,
And like a tide, you have flowed
into me.
The innermost recesses of my spirit
are full of you
And all the channels of my soul
are grown sweet with your presence
For you have brought me peace;
the peace of great tranquil waters,
And the quiet of the summer sea.
Your hands are filled with peace as
The noon-tide is filled with light;
about your head is bound the eternal
Quiet of the stars, and in your heart
dwells the calm miracle of twilight.
I am utterly content.
In all my being is no ripple of unrest
for I have opened unto you the
Wide gates of my being
and like a tide, you have flowed into me.

JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY [1849 – 1916]

Her Beautiful Hands
O your hands—they are strangely fair!
Fair—for the jewels that sparkle there,—
Fair—for the witchery of the spell
That ivory keys alone can tell;
But when their delicate touches rest
Here in my own do I love them best,
As I clasp with eager, acquisitive spans
My glorious treasure of beautiful hands!
Marvelous—wonderful—beautiful hands!
They can coax roses to bloom in the strands
Of your brown tresses; and ribbons will twine,
Under mysterious touches of thine,
Into such knots as entangle the soul
And fetter the heart under such a control
As only the strength of my love understands—
My passionate love for your beautiful hands.
As I remember the first fair touch
Of those beautiful hands that I love so much,
I seem to thrill as I then was thrilled,
Kissing the glove that I found unfilled—
When I met your gaze, and the queenly bow,
As you said to me, laughingly, “Keep it now!”. . .
And dazed and alone in a dream I stand,
Kissing this ghost of your beautiful hand.
When first I loved, in the long ago,
And held your hand as I told you so—
Pressed and caressed it and gave it a kiss
And said “I could die for a hand like this!”
Little I dreamed love’s fullness yet
Had to ripen when eyes were wet
And prayers were vain in their wild demands
For one warm touch of your beautiful hands.

It's wonderful

SNOW

True.

what about this one?


ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING [1806 - 1861]
[b]How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints! — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.[/b]

By Heart

The years pass like summer's southern rain,
And time tends to gray the pain,
Bury the senses and blur the consequences?
Of leaving you.

The pictures hold no memories,
No tragedies ensue.
No longer can I taste the pleasure,
The treasure of loving you.

Until I caught you in the air,
A current so pure to assure my love.
Savor my hesitation,
Raze my concentration,
And (for a moment) still my heart.
Long enough to touch, taste, feel you again,
And tear my soul apart.

For I can lose sight of the sound of your pleas,
And escape the ease of your eyes.
But I'll never forget the soft scent of your skin,
And the way that it touched mine.

-- John Thomas

Perfection in my Eyes

All I ever wanted was to be part of your heart,
And for us to be together, to never be apart.

No one else in the world can even compare,
You're perfect and so is this love that we share.

We have so much more than I ever thought we would,
I love you more than I ever thought I could.

I promise to give you all I have to give,
I'll do anything for you as long as I live.

In your eyes I see our present, our future and past,
By the way you look at me I know we will last.

I hope that one day you'll come to realize,
How perfect you are when seen through my eyes.

- Ashley Borden -

Sweet Dreams Honey

I cast my eyes on the blanket of stars,
As I walk along the beach.
I think of your smile, your calming voice,
But like those stars, they're out of reach.

I wonder what it feels like,
To be held in your embrace.
To hear you whisper in my ear,
To caress your smiling face.

To feel your fingers' tender touch,
As you run them through my hair.
These are the thoughts that fill my nights,
And I ache 'cause you're not there.

For now, it's just a fantasy,
To play over in my head.
My thoughts begin their nightly dance,
As I lay awake in bed.

SNOW

wow what a different thread.

Thanks for that.

Late at night honey

Late at night, secretly
Into the woods I go,
To run to the one, who holds me tight
Where the spring does flow.

Perched beside the sparkling spring
He kneels to wait for me,
To spend the night in his arms;
No place I'd rather be.

He stays all night holding me
Telling tales of old,
Whispering warm breath on my cheek,
Saving me from the cold.

From the moment the stars grace the sky
Together we will stay,
Until the sun licks the trees
And steals the night away.

There is no lust, no sex, no pain
No ill-behaved desire.
The trust of everlasting love
Is all that we require.

Precious moments side by side
Are all that we live for;
To taste only the sweetest love
And wish for nothing more.

We are not tempted to do more.
We live without a care.
The purest love is all we know;
It's all we'll ever share.

SNOW

hmm.. I can feel the happiness and pain you've in that..

Absolutely a brilliant thread and lovely posters in here.. :-)

cheers!!

For amrutrk and all graceful posters and readers


CARL SANDBURG [1878 - 1967]


I Love You

I love you for what you are, but I love you
yet more for what you are going to be.
I love you not so much for your realities
as for your ideals.
I pray for your desires that they may be great,
rather than for your satisfactions,
which may be so hazardously little.
You are going forward toward something great.
I am on the way with you,
and therefore I love you.


ELLA WHEELER WILCOX [1850 – 1919]


I Love You
I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.

Thinking of You

When I think of you, I think of laughter.

I think of sharing popcorn and cracking up at a silly movie.

I think of imagining a silly sight and laughing with you until tears form.

I think of a shared thought that only we know and giggling like school kids, upon remembrance.

When I think of you, I think of security.

I think of feeling safe in your arms as you hold me.

I think of how you lovingly provide for our family.

I think of being with you forever and never feeling alone.

When I think of you, I think of love.

I think of two hearts filled with joy, never to be broken.

I think of two bodies intertwined as only love can bring them together.

I think of what your touch or just looking at me a certain way, does to me.

I think of us growing old together and sharing an everlasting, unconditional love.

I think of you at only two times……day and night.

I think of you as my lover, my friend, my bodyguard, my confidant, my rock, my king.

I look forward to spending the rest of my days loving you.


SNOW

gorgeous snow66.

"I think of two hearts filled with joy, never to be broken.

I think of two bodies intertwined as only love can bring them together.".

delighting the senses!!!

VOLTAIRE [1694 - 1778]

I Shall Love You
Sensual pleasure passes
and vanishes
in the twinkling of an eye,
but the friendship between us,
the mutual confidence,
the delights of the heart,
the enchantment of the soul—
these things do not perish
and can never be destroyed.
I shall love you until I die.

SPIKE MILLIGAN [1918 - 2002]

If I Could Write Words
If I could write words
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
What a bonfire my letters would make.
If I could speak words of water,
You would drown when I said
“I love you.”

Good-Night Honey

I remember a younger time
When life was full of promise.
Full of laughter, love and hope;
The years not yet upon us.
I gave you all I had to give;
My heart, my soul, my life.
You returned with all you had
And I became your wife

We struggled through and made a life;
Children, hearth and home.
Never once did we give up
Or set our hearts to roam.

As the years were passing by
Our love did see us through.
And now that life for me is done
I wish one thing for you.

Look back at all that we held dear
And keep your head held high.
Shed no tears and know, My Love
That this is not Good-bye.

The love we shared will see you through,
Hold on with all your might,
To all the faith and love we shared
For this is just Good-Night.


SNOW

ANTONIO MACHADO [1875 – 1939]

If I Were a Poet
If I were a poet
of love, I would make
a poem for your eyes as clear
as the transparent water in the marble pool.
And in my water poem
this is what I would say:
“I know your eyes do not answer mine,
they look and do not question when they look:
your clear eyes, your eyes have
the calm and good light,
the good light of the blossoming world that I saw
one day from the arms of my mother.”

RUMI [1207 - 1273]

In One Another’s Souls

The moment I heard my first love story
I began seeking you,
not realizing
the search was useless.
Lovers don’t meet
somewhere along the way.
They’re in one another’s souls
from the beginning.

YEHUDA AMICHAI [1924 – 2000]

In the Middle of This Century

In the middle of this century we turned to each other
with half face and full eyes
like an ancient Egyptian painting
and for a short time.
I stroked your hair in a direction opposite to your journey,
we called out to each other
as people call out the names of cities that they don’t stop in
along the road.
Beautiful is the world that wakes up early for evil,
beautiful is the world that falls asleep to sin and mercy,
in the profanity of our being together, you and I.
Beautiful is the world.
The earth drinks people and their loves
like wine, in order to forget. It won’t be able to.
And like the contours of the Judean mountains,
we also won’t find a resting-place.
In the middle of this century we turned to each other.
I saw your body, casting the shadow, waiting for me.
The leather straps of a long journey
had long since been tightened crisscross on my chest.
I spoke in praise of your mortal loins,
you spoke in praise of my transient face,
I stroked your hair in the direction of your journey,
I touched the tidings of your last day,
I touched your hand that has never slept,
I touched your mouth that now, perhaps, will sing.
Desert dust covered the table
we hadn’t eaten from.
But with my finger I wrote in it the letters of
your name.

IZUMI SHIKIBU [C. 974 – C. 1034]

In This World

In this world
love has no color—
yet how deeply
my body
is stained by yours.

SANSKRIT POEM

Jewel

Although I conquer all the earth,
Yet for me there is only one city.
In that city there is for me only one house;
And in that house, one room only;
And in that room, a bed.
And one woman sleeps there,
The shining joy and jewel of all my kingdom.

Good Morning Honey

All I want is to love you for the rest of my life...
To wake up with you every morning by my side,
Knowing no matter what happens,
I'll be able to come home to your loving arms.

All I want to do is share everything with you...
To talk to you about our ideas, our dreams,
The little everyday things that makes us laugh,
And the not-so-little things we can't help worrying about.

All I want is to give you my love...
As a place you can always come to for acceptance
Or the simple comfort that silence brings
When things left unsaid are still understood.

All I want is to grow old with you...
To watch our life unfold,
Our dreams, one by one, come true.
All I want is to love you forever!

SNOW

Another heart melting one from snow..

Good morning to you and all of you out here..

Keep up the excellent work..

:-)

DANTE ALIGHIERI [1265 - 1321]

La Vita Nuova

In that book which is
My memory . . .
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words . . .
Here begins a new life.

Emily Dickinson(1830 - 1886)

Come Slowly

Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -alights,
And is lost in balms!

RUMI [1207 - 1273]

Let Us Fall in Love Again
Let us fall in love again
and scatter gold dust all over the world.
Let us become a new spring
and feel the breeze drift in the heavens’ scent.
Let us dress the earth in green,
and like the sap of a young tree
let the grace from within sustain us.
Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts
and let them light our path to Love.
The glance of Love is crystal clear
and we are blessed by its light.

GEORGE MEREDITH [1828 – 1909]

from Love in the Valley

Hither she comes; she comes to me; she lingers,
Deepens her brown eyebrows, while in new surprise
High rise the lashes in wonder of a stranger;
Yet am I the light and living of her eyes.
Something friends have told her fills her heart
to brimming,
Nets her in her blushes, and wounds her, and tames.—
Sure of her haven, O like a dove alighting,
Arms up, she dropped: our souls were in our names.

This is for you honey!!


She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win. the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Honey, Buy Me A Rose

He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
A three car garage, her own credit cards
He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss good night
If he could only read her mind, shed say:

Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life

Now the days have grown to years of feeling all alone
And she cant help but wonder what shes doing wrong
Cause lately shed try anything to turn his head
Would it make a difference if she said:

Buy me a rose, call me from work
Open a door for me, what would it hurt
Show me you love me by the look in your eyes
These are the little things I need the most in my life

And the more that he lives the less that he tries
To show her the love that he hold inside
And the more that she gives the more that he sees
This is a story of you and me

So I bought you a rose on the way home from work
Opened the door to a heart that I hurt
And I hope you notice this look in my eyes
Cause Im gonna make things right
Im gonna hold you tonight
Do all those little things
For the rest of your life.

SHAW NEILSON [1872 – 1942]

Love’s Coming
Quietly as rosebuds
Talk to thin air,
Love came so lightly
I knew not he was there.
Quietly as lovers
Creep at the middle noon,
Softly as players tremble
In the tears of a tune;
Quietly as lilies
Their faint vows declare,
Came the shy pilgrim:
I knew not he was there.
Quietly as tears fall
On a warm sin,
Softly as griefs call
In a violin;
Without hail or tempest,
Blue sword or flame,
Love came so lightly
I knew not that he came.

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY [1792 - 1822]

Love’s Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean;
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disclaimed its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea—
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?

Counting On You Honey

If you counted all the stars
And totaled them you see
They couldn't equal all the love
That's deep inside of me

And if you count the grains of sand
On deserts far and wide
You'd find the number couldn't match
The love I feel inside

And if you lived a million years
You'd never, ever see
A love as strong as mine, my dear
A love that's meant to be

I'll count my blessing every day
And thank the Lord above
For giving me a precious gift
He gave to me your love

SNOW

WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS [1883 – 1963]

Love Song
Sweep the house clean,
hang fresh curtains
in the windows
put on a new dress
and come with me!
The elm is scattering
its little loaves
of sweet smells
from a white sky!
Who shall hear of us
in the time to come?
Let him say there was
a burst of fragrance
from black branches.

On The Wings of A Butterfly, Spaghetti

Your friendship is special
Like the flowers that bloom,
Or when a butterfly emerges
From within its cocoon...

You remind me of that butterfly,
Loving and free,
Bright and colorful,
For the world to see...

We will share sunshine and rainbows;
Sometimes, the rain and the snow;
We'll stand together through it,
While the cold winds blow...

When the time is right,
We won't stop to ask "Why?"
Our friendship will take flight
On the wings of a butterfly ...

SNOW

I Miss You Sayang

I try not to think about you, but
I miss you today
so many memories
so many communications
Who said
even a grain of sand
I treasured it
even sunrise and sunset
I could not forget them
these lively faces
how could I remove them from
my memories
I try not to think about your voice
I will miss chatting to you
I try not to think about your smile
I will miss seeing you online
I try not to think about our communications, but
I read your farewell letter again
I read the sadness again
I miss your thoughtfulness
I miss our perfect partnership
I can only assume that
at this moment
you miss me too, although
somewhere else, you are silent

SNOW

Hi Honey

Whether it's "Hi Honey" or simply, Honey do...
I love that little word, it reminds me of you.

"Please" is always nice and it usually gets results
as long as it's not followed by something really tough.
I would walk for miles to help out a friend,
but my Honey's always first on my "can do" list.

We've had our ups and downs, just like other folks.
We don't always agree and
we've been down some bumpy roads.
But I've never had a burden that you didn't share
and for every tear I've shed I always knew you cared.

Our love is strong enough that we've agreed to disagree.
I know my Honey loves me and that's all I'll ever need.

I guess that's why "Honey" is my favorite word
And when you turn on the charm ~
"Honey do..." always works.

SNOW

Whispering Winds

I hear them whisper your name,
those mighty winds that blow.
I know that you are close at hand,
the winds just told me so.

The direction from whence they blew,
I am not sure I know.
For only when I hear your name,
am I sure the winds did blow.

Caressing my face with a whisper ...
calling out your name,
the winds of delight entice me.
I will never be the same.

I will follow the singing wind.
where it leads me I do not know.
For the winds that blew you from me ...
will take me where I must go.

Upward into the hills,
calmly across the sea,
Hold on my love, I'm coming ...
The wind has beckoned me.

Free to wander and search this earth,
no matter how far that may be.
Free to follow the whispering wind ...
until it blows me back to thee.

I hear your laughter on the wind.
I try with all my might,
to reach out and touch you
on this windy night.

You must be getting closer
for I feel your whispered love.
I reach out my hand to you,
please find me, my sweet dove.

You grasp my hand in yours
and softly speak my name,
out of the whispering winds
We are together again.

LANGSTON HUGHES [1902 – 1967]

Love Song for Antonia
If I should sing
All of my songs for you
And you would not listen to them,
If I should build
All of my dream houses for you
And you would never live in them,
If I should give
All of my hopes to you
And you would laugh and say: I do not care,
Still I would give you my love
Which is more than my songs,
More than any houses of dreams,
Or dreams of houses—
I would still give you my love
Though you never looked at me.

PABLO NERUDA [1904 - 1973]


Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII)
Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You’ve moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You’ve vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.
As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.

maybe in first time i read so many poems in english
thanks