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After I lost you once
In the dark  folds of life,
Suddenly you are back,
Here in my open palm.
I am never, never tired
To see how your rays glow,
Day after day always amazed
How much in my heart your grow,
How high its pulses you've raised.
You are a Jewel,
For whom so many times I fell.
Now let us shine together,
If you wish, one day and forever.


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It is time,
Madame,
To show your neck
To the blade
And tonight
To lose your head.
In memory of Marie Antoinette, who was beheaded
We don't know
How many pages
It has until now
Or whether it will go for ages.
With four hands and keyboards
We have laid there
Our soul, our dreams, our odds,
Our memories, our hopes, our words.
Now, saddly I am alone
To smith sentences on the paper
And for us, to draw colors of the rainbow.
So, if you feel, come and join me
Back to our book, dreaming a common history.
Give me your hand
Before the night falls
On my hopes and
On your dreams.
Let me take your heart
And trust me if you don't mind
Before we both fall apart
And let the feelings rewind.
Dearest,
Please close your eyes,
And for a while hold your sighs,
Imagine in twenty years
When our happy lives have reached
The limits of unknown frontiers,
Giving the signal for a new pitch,
Would you let me
Look at your face for an hour?
Would you show me
Your amazing smile forever?
Would you give me space
To prove that my heart melts for you,
You would even listen to its pace,
Before your eyes dive in my ocean blue.
And when our dreams have not died,
When love we can still explore
Will you be by my side,
When I'm sixty four?
Inspired by The Beatles' song "When I'm Sixty Four" and by (less known) Michel Berger's song "Seras-tu là?"
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
 Dec 2014 Kushtrim Thaqi
Archita
I put my love in the letters I sent you.
The words, they are not shallow.
But, just don't look too deep into them
For you might drown.

Don’t try to read between the lines
For you may get trapped
Stuck between the metaphors
Dancing in those threads

Look at them  
But look passionately
With those big, starry eyes
Look at them
And know, they are the windows to my heart.

Look at them
And reach for the stars.
The sky lit up
I’ll be smiling and all.
Lonely the night will get,
The letters will be on guard.

Keep those letters forever,
And know, they are the windows to my heart.
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I know Someone,
Who lives across the Ocean,
Whose beautiful face
In my memory slowly fades.
But after I hear her voice,
- You might say this is hopeless -
It gives me no other choice,
All night to remain sleepless.
Hey, don't go back to the Blue
My Delightful Pain,
'Cause I can't stop loving You,
Again and Again...


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More paintings,
sketchings
copper plate etchings
I look and see them all,
and fall into
those hand picked scenes,
paintings,sketchings,
etching dreams.

Landseer,
Constable,
Turner,
Vermeer,
they're all here
selling their scenes
making my dreams
come true.
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