Guest post of Poetry

An other great post has been sent in by Jane Love (almost wrote Jane Eyre, but she is not that old classic of course 🙂 ). Enjoy!

 

Heart Pangs

From dusk to dawn…
From stretches to yawn –
Thoughts of you race through my mind.
The very moment I sleep,
Your beautiful face starts to creep
Into a dream that I frequently find
Myself in.
For every night in it, you ride
On your way to meet me
At the church where all will see
My hands lift the veil off you, my bride.
As the priest spoke,
To focus and wait is what I tried.
But whenever I stared at you…
At your beauty – my patience broke.
When we kissed, all cried.
And those who minded were quite a few.
Now you know you’re a professional thief.
Because every night you steal my dreams
Only to stay for a period that’s too brief.
Thus leaving me shedding streams
Upon my awakening.
All because you’re no longer here, my love.
You’ve gone too soon.

Weekly poetry, #3

And a good one to you too…a day, I mean, of course!

Weekly Poetry might suggest at first hearing a poem a week, but, hey, let’s break suggested rules. I am living on the edge 😀

Here is an other fresh work of my sleepy, unresting mind, full with plans and expectations, excitements. Constantly active, working, thinking… And yes you see it right, Weekly Poetry’s gotten its own featured image, recurring. A kind of a large logo of it, easy to spot the series between other posts, although I’ve created a new, Poetry category as well.

Exits and plans

 

Too sleepy, all the thoughts are aching,

Early to stand, but no dreams coming.

Every slow minute, and every damn hour,

Lying restless, in a tired man’s desire.

Something must linger, under the conscious,

Worries on plans, plans bring such a circus?

We have great plans, fears need not to be paired to,

The consciousness says, I’d love to listen to, I hear you!

Would I be, or could, this much excited?

Or the mind, spirit’s awake, while

It smells doom at the exit?!

<by: Me>

An (un)expected experience

This time I’m talking about the experience with our Reader of WordPress. A world hiding an incredible amount of jewelry. In plain sight.

I haven’t had much under the section of Following, when I started to create my space to start with writing and with development, few blog sites. A little to start with to read blogs too, besides my book collection. My naturally inescapable friend, Curiousity (mainly cats have been his victims before), never stopped to whisper in my ears, constantly: “We need more, my precious, more of those little hobbitses”. Even when I was writing my own blog articles, never stopped poking my sides…

I listened, so I did a dangerous, careless (now I see, it is) move: I’ve hit Discover, for a first step on the road where no feet ever could turn back the “victim’s” mind from, after that. No help could save anymore after I started to open one chest after an other full with treasures: humor, thought provoking essays, inspiring personal experiences, stories, contemporary literature by rising masters. I fell for all! And no help was desired either, truth to be told about, just so, between us… 😀

While I do enjoy writing and push the publish button now and then, I equally enjoy the pieces my Betters release to the public. My discoveries got even more intensive when I decided to take a peak on those sites which have been created by the ones commenting and putting a Like under my amateur ramblings, tales. And an other layer of rich content opened to my eyes from Blogosphere’s deeper regions. Bright stars of many galaxies in the wide universe of topics and themes.

And as I more experience from this Milky Way of readings; I meet these paired with great conversations, jokes, and eager for continuation of this path. There is indeed so much more than books of known sources to be read. To be enjoyed. To be inspired by and feed your thoughts.

There is the yet unknown, ready to be opened up and never close again…you can try, but we do know how that would end, don’t we?!

There is the path to take on, whenever it is time to push the Pause and take a little time for yourself. Whatever you choose, you cannot go wrong: you are already READING! You use your brain, your intelligence, imagination. And that is fundamentally good.

old poetry book

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