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Take my heart to the moon
I'll be there I'll be right there
Romantic passion night
Chemistry of night
Bouquets of beauteous roses
At heaven's gate
Waiting for you

Take me before solitude
Let my heart lead the way to the moon
Eagle's eye watching the mystery
Kisses evening romantic essence
Its fragrance illuminating heart dancing
Now I can fly with grandeur
Will you fly with tenderness

Rivers breath sparkling the night
Summers friendly flowers glowing
With pleasure of the rain
A heart filled with love
O take me take me tonight
The stars will shine our hearts
Let my heart takes you to the moon

Written by
Jean C Bertrand
 Jan 2018 Andrew Guzaldo c
Rumi
Love is not condescension, never
that, nor books, nor any marking


on paper, nor what people say of
each other. Love is a tree with


branches reaching into eternity
and roots set deep in eternity,


and no trunk! Have you seen it?

The mind cannot. Your desiring


cannot. The longing you feel for
this loves comes from inside you.



When you become the Friend, your
longing will be as the man in


the ocean who holds to a piece of
wood. Eventually, wood, man, and

oceans become one swaying being,

shams Tabriz, the secret of God.
 Jan 2018 Andrew Guzaldo c
Seema
My faith in you has doubled O' Lord,
Your grace has lifted me to voice my word,
To pour my feelings and write my thoughts,
Positive or negative emotions I've fought,
Thanks to those who have motivated me,
Pushed me to the limits to open up and see,
The value of unspoken words that one can feel,
For this life is none other than like a running wheel,
Traveling on bumpy, rough, dusty and smooth roads,
Carrying on its back the daily heavy lifes load,
The observations around has given me inspiration,
That it keeps me going like am writing the poem revelation,
My poems, is influenced through real happenings around,
Some are based on dream, imaginary, factual profound,
Most of all I feel great writing and exploring this talent,
Which was buried in me and stayed pretty silent,
Once again, thank you to all my HelloPoetry friends,
Will continue to write until the words in my head ends...

©sim
Spilling thoughts.
Maybe the one talked over and hushed
Grew up to be quiet, reserved
Trying to develop a voice of their own
But it was never heard

Maybe the one seeking attention
Spent their life being ignored
Experiences shape perceptions
And perceptions shape our world

But this is where we start, not end
After all, we're not cement
We change and bend and learn and grow
We can end above and start below
Beliefs can change and so can we
What we were, we don't have to be
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