#octavian
With pretty face and eyes meek and profound,
She patiently spreads honey words around,
Heals all the broken hearts, bestows delight,
And turns the pitch-black darkness into light.
Smiles every day and gaily plays her role,
(In this sad world she is a happy soul)
Behaves like a great queen, her mind is free,
And always works with pleasure, like a bee.
She's prudent, knows to give a sweet reply,
With her good deeds makes fortune in the sky,
Her heart is peaceful, void of all deceit,
For faith is her impregnable retreat.
She's loving, loyal, trustworthy and hot,
Her household is a safe and pleasant spot,
Defends the marriage, keeps alive its flame...
I'd like to be the equal of that dame.
Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 11:38 PM UTC
Santa Claus, who come anew,
There's a lot I'd say to you...
I'm not asking gifts today,
Now it's time to take away.
With your bag come like a gust
And relieve me of my lust,
Take my dullness nice and slow
With your arm covered with snow,
Take the sadness from my chest,
The disquiet, the unrest,
Take my ****** malignity,
All the spite and vanity,
The unbridled speech I've had,
My behavior rude and bad...
With your reindeers, on your track,
Take some winters off my back,
To extol you night and day
That you came and took away.
Dec 17, 2022
Dec 17, 2022 at 12:34 AM UTC
I want, to be able pure poems to write,
To sleep near the sky like star gazers at night,
To dream near the belfries, enchanted and filled
By their solemn anthems diffused by the wind.
With chin cupped in hands from my attic to see
The workshop which chatters and sings and feels free;
The chimneys, the steeples, these masts of the town,
The skies making people in fancy to drown.
How nice is to see through the mists a star bright
And a lamp at the window, burning still in the night,
The rivers of coal rising up in the air,
The moon pouring down its pale charm everywhere.
The summers and autumns will quietly go;
When winter arrives with its white and dull snow
I'll close all the doors and pull down the blind
And build lofty castles at night in my mind.
I'll dream all the time of blue distant horizons,
Alabaster small fountains which weep in the gardens,
And kisses, and birds, chirping loudly and rife,
The pure love affairs we cherish in life.
The bustle, enticing, at the window will drum,
With my head on the desk, I shall sit still and numb,
For I'll dive in the sea of exquisite delight
Of evoking the spring with my will and my might,
Of bringing the sun near my heart and create
Of my fiery dreams an abode warm and great.
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 1:54 AM UTC
Why did you leave so quickly, my dear mom,
You should have waited for your son to come;
An hour more, to hold your hand and try
To make you smile and then to say good bye.
And yet, an hour could have been too long
When the desire of your soul was strong
To rise up in the air like a balloon,
And I was sad you had to go so soon.
I long for you, a year has passed since then,
I thought one day you would be back again,
But it's in vain, we'll never get in touch,
Nevertheless, I love you very much,
And of your face, so beautiful and dear,
I've made a holy icon to revere.
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 12:34 AM UTC
Love is a wondrous feeling,
A swan in rapid flight
Across the vault of heaven
When it's serene and bright.
You feel the life is peaceful,
Unending like a stream,
A secret thrilling story,
An everlasting dream.
The happiness surrounds you,
The rainbow shows its face,
The whole world is a splendor,
God pours on you His grace.
But the disgusting shotgun
Is aiming without fail
And the enchanting white swan
Drops dead on the wide trail.
You hug it in an instant,
Your fear you can't withhold,
Try to revive its passion,
But it is stiff and cold.
In vain you weep disheartened
And ****** it a lot,
Of its amazing gliding
Remains only a thought.
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 2:01 AM UTC
'Twould be best if we could perish
While in us there is some light,
Not to live devoid of vigor
Till the soul, detached, takes flight.
'Twould be best if we could perish
While we speak with our eyes,
Not to have a frozen vision
And a chilly heart that sighs.
'Twould be best if we could perish
While we're human, because thus,
We won't see our weary children
Crying when attending us.
'Twould be best if we could alter
The grim future from the sky
And to chose with our thinking
When it's good for us to die.
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 1:59 AM UTC