Martas poems

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Thursday, April 8, 2010

The poet

H e worked hard, every day always for others, and for a small pay. Sometimes at night, to survive in a world that did not understand he sang old sweet and sad songs strolling through the tables of small dives, smiling at young ladies of sixty five. Most liked him, thought he was not much, to them he was just another struggling man and as such he was part of the crowd in which he got lost. But when he got home tired and spent, finally alone... a transformation would take place as he unleashed the... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

I should have bottled those moments ...

Its raining and I remember... when we were so happy, playing like kids, kissing, swimming, dancing, holding on to each other so tight from the first rays of the sun until very late in the night. I should have bottled our moments, way back when, I should have saved all your sighs and your smiles then, like the most precious jewels for there was life and love and desire in them. Now my love, it is too late... What chance do we have against fate. Tomorrow the rain will stop and as it always does,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Contentment

The rain has stopped and the world looks like a painting. White wispy strokes swirling on a dark and gloomy sky almost olive green, such as I have never seen, beautiful in its own sad way, hypnotic, passionate, intense... for the winds left over from the storm have not subsided yet and they push things around as they play shaking the trees that glisten in the muted light of a tired sun that prefers to hide. I like this subdued, whimsical clarity that envelopes me as I walk in the wetness of my... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Souls completed

A s I walked home tonight I saw an old man and an old woman holding hands on their front porch. Years and years of love radiated from them, love made quiet in the security of it's power. His old plaid shirt and her purple shawl slightly touched while they swayed gently back and forth on a hanging swing. A soft, barely audible tune escaped her lips; perhaps a favorite melody of days gone by when first they had met, and their hands intertwined so naturally, as if one began where the other one... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

My Angel

My Angel, that's what you were pure and untouched innocent and loved. You came to me when I needed you most, and showed me the way when I was so lost. Gently you guided me through a maze of pain. You taught me there was a sun even behind the rain, and in the darkness of night, when I was sad and afraid, you said the wind was your voice, the thunder your promise to stay, and the lightning illuminating the sky... just your kisses flying by You showed me how to find a star that would shine only for... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

They say He died in the cross

T hey say He died in the cross and hope seemed gone back then, when from the earth came through after three days, for those who in their heart possessed the glow of faith, a miracle that a woman witnessed first... and for her, and for all, from then on there was the gift of Love contained in His mind blowing words that would last 2000 years plus floating in the air, for nothing was written though it was all said, by He who died and as promised, rose again A Happy, Glorious, Blessed Easter to my... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Free to imagine, free to dream

I look out my window and I see sun-kissed clouds framing the sea, a sea pale and blue, calm, serene, awaiting the darkness to descend on it again, but some how I know, that no matter how dark it gets or how much sand the incoming tide with it takes, there would still be stars to illuminate what remains and to their light I will sit there and write, bathed in the first waves of the night feeling the wet, warm sand slip trough my feet maybe their destiny to meet. So I hurry down to the beach... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

falling... melting... wet

L ike a waterfall, powerful, shimmering in the light of the morning, surrounded by magical living, moving carpets of green and thousands of flowers yellow and orange and red... like a dream. Tall trees extending their branches towards silver spotted clouds undulating against an endless mystery of transparent blue. And in the midst of all that beauty, you and I, entwined in an eternal embrace, not knowing where one ends and the other begins... falling, melting, wet, like a waterfall. Thunderous... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

In another time... another life

I feel you in the warmth of the sun that softly touches my skin as a walk by the sea and the thought of you, sweetens my tears, you, the one I want near. You come to me in the wind that smells of far away places and pushes the waves to kiss the sand...and in that water and in its salt, As I walk, I feel that I have been always incomplete, since the beginning of time, and you have existed somewhere deep in my mind, within my being, a sweet shadow cornered in silence. Some early mornings I dream... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Sleep love... sleep

I smile as I watch you sleep ~ body curled up like a little child captured in its mothers love. And I wonder to myself how we can live this life never seeing love's total grace and beauty, its sanctity in the eyes of another, in the gentleness of a hand, and the playful curve of smiling lips. Perhaps we look too deeply, or know not for what to look for. Or maybe we fear abandoning ourselves to the uncertainties of love's movement. Sleep on now. Take your rest. Let your shadow wander to some... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Enlightenment

The sweet dark warmth of a forest at night with its many noises and its utter calm... If you lie on the floor and close your eyes you can feel the tremor of thousands of hearts near and far, all around, mixed with the scents that the sun and the rain left behind. Lying there on the floor you hear strange sounds soft whispers and loud screams... things touch you and you lie very still for though you don't want to stay there, you know you will and there among the tall mighty trees where everything... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

The unwanted gift

Blessed, unique, she was chosen from amongst all others by the trembling hand of destiny to be the gift for those who could see, and she stood tall in painful humility far from the garden of colorful flowers where she longed to be. Radiant, her petals, delicate and transparent, reflected the light that surrounded her and she appeared soft and velvety to the clouds that witnessed the miracle of her being, but to the passing souls that hurried to their ends, she was nothing but a quick spot of... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Trust me

Come... trust me, I know well that place where sun is dark, and life seems ominous and menacing, like a thief at midnight hiding in a bush all set to pounce and harm. But such has no power but that of shock and fear, you can only fall for it when your heart is caught off-guard, unprepared. Come, let me help you deal with your pain. Let us walk together through the raging storm of doubt and fear. No harm will come, for loud these voices be that crowd your head and threatening, they are but... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Remember when we thought we were in paradise, you and I, where virgin sands and clean blue skies connected with crystal waters, as though it were a vivid magic dream, a place untouched by life's imbalances, when our hearts sang and shouted out melodies unknown to dark and dusty memories, when life smiled through our wet lips whispering sweet words and fragile promises which hovered in the wind a while and then spiraled out of sight, and mind, and reach.... I remember... you and I, the sand, the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

The memory of that smile

H e dreamed his paintings long before their birth, in sleepless nights when feverish he tossed in bed visions and images filling his head. He would approach the canvass and touch it as if it were alive caressing the blank surface with the paintless brushes creating invisible forms of the feelings in his mind Hour after hour he would stare at it's blankness not eating, not talking, impervious of time Sometimes she felt afraid for his sanity, for his health, but laying next to him, there was... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 22, 2010

I can't fly

A walk, tranquil, pleasantly numbing, until a falling snowflake reminds me of you, how you tried to capture the magic that day, mixing shapes with words...sitting by the bay. The dance of the snowflakes as they race to the ground, brings me back to that afternoon when we laid on the floor and watched the trees get covered with snow, until it got dark and we made love melting the snoflakes away. My heart starts to flutter with the thought of you but I do not want to feel, I like being blank,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

I want you to see ...

Some look at the world beyond and see just a world Others look at it and see in its sky storm clouds and rain, suspicious and hostile movements bound to harm. And there are those who see nothing at all in that world but who see only pictures from their mind and each thing seen is covered up with the darkness of the past, with vain remembrances of lost and dying dreams and tortured hopes of future happenings too nebulous and ill-defined to ease the restless moment. When you look at the world... I... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Let me love... tonight

Tonight while the moon smiles through its silver haze and gentle winds blow through the mystic meadows of your sleeping heart, I will slip into the spaces of your dream, kiss your lips and lovingly say your name. Do not awaken. Just let me love the changing colors of your dansing, iridescent soul. Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Dreaming, wanting, hoping, aching...

It s dark and the air is cold......there is no breeze from the sea, the white sands await in vane of the waves the warm wet kiss, and she sits there on that sand, by the edge of the sea waiting, wanting, dreaming,hoping, all the while her heart just aching. The dark noisy clouds that earlier made the afternoon seem so sad, led the way to a dark, starless night that weighs heavy on her heart A sliver of a yellow moon shines weakly behind a silver cover of clouds, not bright enough to light her... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Rantings

Life eating life all around, everywhere... the life of the flesh destroying the life of the spirit, flesh eating dreams, earth swallowing trees and homes and people, humans cannibalizing their dreams through warfare. Life eating life. Selfishness gobbling up love, greed snatching crumbs from naked, dirty children with distended bellies. Trust eaten alive by deception and betrayal. What manner of life is it which tramples so boldly and brazenly on unsuspecting innocence? We stand amidst disease... Sign in to see full entry.

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I have always written, These are some of the poems I love best. By sharing them with you I am sharing parts of my soul. I hope you enjoy them. All material copyright Sinome 2009

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