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[rilinda]

Phone

I sit here and pray
For the phone to beep
All is so silent
Not even a peep.

Day after long day
I sit and I wait
Biting my nails
Needing my mate.

Dreaming all of the day
And into the night
Crying into my pillow
Hugging it tight.

Remembering the times
We kissed and caressed
Loving each other
Oh, it was the best.

So I sit by the phone
Willing it to ring
Hoping that some day
To me it will bring.

The love of my life
The joy of my heart
Back to me again
Never to part.

[aLbaChiCk]

Ein liebes Wort

Ein liebes Wort ist wie ein Licht
das in den Alltag scheint,
es ist wie Balsam für das Herz
das manchmal heimlich weint.

Ein liebes Wort zur rechten Zeit
ist Trost und Kraft zugleich,
es ist des Herzens Dialog
und macht uns froh und reich.

Ein liebes Wort ist schnell gesagt,
doch fällt es oft so schwer,
es scheint als ob die Ignoranz
in uns einfacher wär.

Ein liebes Wort verändert viel,
bringt Friede in die Welt,
es ist ein Regenbogenlicht
das in die Seele fällt.

[egi]

SLOVO OD MLADOSTI

Dni mojih lepši polovica kmalo,
mladosti leta! kmalo ste minule;
rodile vé ste meni cvetja malo,
še tega rož'ce so se koj osule,
le redko upa sonce je sijalo,
viharjov jeze so pogostó rjule;
mladost! vender po tvoji temni zarji
srcé bridkó zdihuje, Bog te obvarji!


Okusil zgodej sem tvoj sad, spoznanje!
Veselja dókaj strup njegov je umoril:
sem zvedel, de vest čisto, dobro djanje
svet zaničvati se je zagovoril,
ljubezen zvésto najti, kratke sanje!
zbežale ste, ko se je dan zazóril.
Modrost, pravičnost, učenost, device
brez dot žalváti videl sem samice.





Sem videl, de svoj čoln po sapi sreče,
komur sovražna je, zastonj obrača,
kak veter nje nasproti tému vleče,
kogar v zibéli vid'la je berača,
de le petica da ime sloveče,
de človek toliko velja, kar plača.
Sem videl čislati le to med nami,
kar um slepí, z goljfijami, ležámi!





Te videt', grji videti napake,
je srcu rane vsekalo krvave;
mladosti jasnost vender misli take
si kmalo iz srcá spodi in glave,
gradove svitle zida si v oblake,
zelene trate stavi si v pušave,
povsod vesele lučice prižiga
ji up goljfivi, k njim iz stisk ji miga.





Ne zmisli, de dih prve sapce bóde
odnesel to, kar misli so stvaríle,
pozabi koj nesreč prestanih škode,
in ran, ki so se komej zacelile,
dokler, de smo brez dna polníli sode;
'zučé nas v starjih letih časov sile.
Zato, mladost! po tvoji temni zarji
srcé zdihválo bo mi, Bog te obvarji!

[rilinda]

A Gentle Touch

A gentle brush of his fingers,
Sending shivers down my spine.
In the love I see in his eyes,
Is a love that equals mine.

He greets me with a smile,
And leaves me with a kiss.
If he were to ever leave me,
I couldn't imagine what I'd miss.

Maybe it's his touch,
Or the way he makes me feel.
But whatever it is,
I'm head over heels.


Author: Danyka A. Hoover

[egi]

She Was A Phantom of Delight
She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.

I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
A Traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.
~William Wordsworth

[rilinda]

Them
Deep underground lay the legendary Lake of Largesse
in a sodden and shadowy cave.
The dark, damp air undisturbed by recent ingress
of people come to say what they crave.
The mood was now disturbed by a visitor however.
A young mage bent on making his name.
He had sought out this place in his resolve to uncover
the "them" of "us and them" fame.
He had cajoled archdemons and also made threats.
He'd endured the laughs and weathered disgrace
He had questioned his friends and called in all debts
and now here he was in this place.
His journey had taught him not to bypass the obvious
and besides, there was no-one to see.
So he called out "Show me all those covert and devious"
and awaited the results of his plea.
Several minutes passed by before he looked in the lake
and saw nothing more than his reflection.
But he had laid other plans given what was at stake
so it was not yet time for dejection.
He searched in his pack and finally withdrew
some ingredients, and a pestle and mortar
with which he ground them to a powder of purest royal blue.
Then deftly sprinkled it over the water.
Where the powder touched water it burnt with a passion.
That it had worked the mage held no doubt.
But when he looked in the lake his complexion went ashen
for only his reflection gazed out.
He was now left with only one last spell to essay
but this one was powerful indeed
It was a risky proposition. If he erred he would pay
but this spell could do nought but succeed
"Third time is the charm" he said, trying to sound convinced
as he emptied the pack on the ground
For this was the spell he'd dared not cast since
he'd failed it last time around.
He lit candles, wore charms and drew runes on each arm
He scattered more powders with abandon.
Then stepped into the lake and drew a knife down his palm
spilling his own blood in the cavern.
The lake turned red and then started to bubble.
as thunder echoed around.
The floor began to shake, intimating trouble
as he staggered towards drier ground.
But as land and water rapidly subsided, then he knew
he would finally have his revelation.
So he returned to the water and leant over to
see only himself in frustration.
He gained many names as subsequent successes went by
such as "Spellslinger", "Maestro" or "Slayer".
But the one thing he never could understand was why
he never found out who "they" were.

Adam Rulli-Gibbs

[egi]

As A Perfume
As a perfume doth remain
In the folds where it hath lain,
So the thought of you, remaining
Deeply folded in my brain,
Will not leave me: all things leave me:
You remain.

Other thoughts may come and go,
Other moments I may know
That shall waft me, in their going,
As a breath blown to and fro,
Fragrant memories: fragrant memories
Come and go.

Only thoughts of you remain
In my heart where they have lain,
Perfumed thoughts of you, remaining,
A hid sweetness, in my brain.
Others leave me: all things leave me:
You remain.
~Arthur Symons

[rilinda]

Time Flies
Aloud the Prof's computer spoke,
a recently made refinement,
and with its sweet dulcet tones awoke
us to give us our assignment.
Take the common housefly. You may say
that plenty of those exist.
But these, the Prof had given their DNA
a four dimensional twist.
We were to take these gnarly bugs
and examine how they age.
So we pumped them full of drugs
and placed them in a cage.
It was bogus. We finally realised plenty
left, we didn't see them go.
But it seemed we, totally, lost twenty
Time Flies, like, in a row.


Adam Rulli-Gibbs

[egi]

One Way Love

A one way love can never thrive;
It needs reciprocation.
And so in order to survive
My love needs affirmation.



So throw your caution to the sky,
And let your heart command.
You'll find that it will not deny
A love which must expand.



Come now, to me, with open arms
And sweep me off my feet;
And then display for me your charms,
To make my love complete.



My one way love will terminate
Without your inspiration.
So, therefore, please reciprocate
With no more hesitation.
~Ara John Movsesian

[Preshevar]

AUTO

Elles dorment dans mes poches,
mes lettres non envoyées ;
je sens chuchoter sous ma peau leurs lignes
et les enveloppes tremblotantes
une philatélie que mes êtres chers ne pourront pas
m'arracher
ce sont des lettres que j'ai peut-être écrites
mais je me les suis envoyées à moi-même
dans des adresses lointaines
à dire que je voudrais m'expliquer
par les raisons des autres
mes propres déficiences ;
Sous ma peau dorment
des lettres
tout un tas de courrier
des lettres que je me résoudrai à envoyer, peut-être ;
au fait, je les ai envoyées, mais à moi-même,
à moi qui, comme une boîte postale jamais dépouillée,
accumule pour mon propre compte de la tendresse, des mots doux
tellement bien écrits à l'adresse des autres
que personne n'en pourra faire autant à mon adresse.

Ervin HATIBI

[egi]

Far Far Away

When we're not together
my thoughts drift alongside
memories of you
Things we've done
the way you smile so brightly
that helps me forget my worries
and celebrate our wonders.

When we're not together
my moods come into play more often
and make me yearn for the strength
I feel in you
the security I find in your eyes


When we're not together
I sometimes feel so very alone,
for myself and you ...
imagining you being without
my loving feelings
as I am without yours.


When we're not together ...
my best wishes still go with you always,
wishing to share in your exitements
wanting to comfort your hurts
needing to be reassured that
you're keeping warm and well


When we're not together...
I seem to spend my time
wishing that we were.


by Sumod

[rilinda]

Nightmares

From the depths of my imagination,
comes a dream that seems so real ,
Awakened by the breath of danger,
with a presence that I can feel.

Hidden from reality deep within my mind,
shaken up and kept from all my sleep.
I fear sleeping for it will come again,
terrified under covers lying here in a heap.

Childhood demons watching my every move,
they're staying hidden deep within my head.
I'm to afraid to move for fear they may attack,
I hide there in my room hidden in my bed.

The door is to far away for me to make a run,
Demons waiting for a move so they can grab my head.
But if I could only grab my laser off of my night stand,
I could escape if I'm careful,once I shoot them dead.

Those demons of the night that stalk me in my sleep,
there were many nights I just laid there and weep.
But as I grew up my thoughts turned to other things
now all I dream of are things I long to keep.

[egi]

Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by law divine
In one another's being 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 disdained its brother;
And sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?

Percy Shelley

[rilinda]

The Little People


Across the Great Horizon
from the other side of the earth.
There lived a clan of little men
who have become so dearth.

It seems they read our minds
and do little things for fun.
They don't come out at day
for they can't stand the sun.

With beards so long and curly
and ears all red and pointed.
They tried to live amongst us
but became so disappointed.

So across the Great Horizon
beneath the ground so deep.
They live out their lives,
in a dark world that they keep.

They still come to check on man
to make sure he's still alive.
Making sure to stay out of site,
so their race can still survive.

[egi]

Love

And in Life's noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy.
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat ;
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge