Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

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I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose  I went to the garden of Brama  and saw  the Bhudha beneath the old oak  counting sorrows Of the world, I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose, I went to landscape of Mathura And saw shakthi and then heard the song of Shiva And your aunty and her kins all the happy  And then lost at young sea of loveliness  I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose,  I fly over the top of Sinai and saw the palm tree  Where Lord called on Moses, stay I bestows You, the book, and stick, Ashanti you got me  I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose,  I fly by sea to Nazarene's where the star raise  And glowed that landscape and did impose  His rule, far to East; where Son of Madina, Took the lead, by different routes,  And led his caravan to beyond the Cacucious I am a nightiingale and I sing on rose  I am a child yet; shall fly more  contagious....

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Power of words bewitched the prince of Dane  A man who had plenty of richs and fame  A dame !  who brought down the star to earth  And stand so firm; untill he said the "yes" And gave vow, to Dame, now "please address" Love is a delicious pain, which alters like "winds of change"  And prince of Dane; latter in public proclaim Both lived, in future years heart to heart Power of words, become source of fall To kingdoms, it's an arrow and only a best Archer  Is capable to carry his day, Power of words raised shephard  To the high palace, It's a flame that shifted  Nature of rockman too callous  With it's magic: wildernesses's turn to waterfall----

A vinyard among the flames of marvel  My heart is restless can take any shape  The place I dwell, dwelling has become harsher..... A meadow of deer's  A monastery of monks  An assembly of merchants  A wildernesses of wander lusts  I accept only a religion of love Whereever the caravan of love turns  That's the belief that's faith  That's the path I keep.....

The Absolute doesn't exist in absence of relative It's a such relationship tied; in a strong knot  And relative is not shaped  without the Absolute The relative at any case may not  exist without the mercy of the Absolute It's a mutual union between the two  O you don't need us; for we are weak and lean  But we need You, it's only thee who do feed us. We both do work on; a wheel and deal. And you are indeed the eternal and absolute. Keeping clean all the things in your domiain Which is wider and deeper most of it  Is unseen, yet No human eye has seen. The zeaith of this earth is a ray of that garden  That's enriched with live beauty infinite....... ---- from the twlightstars 

Neki cudni komedijanti Stari narod govorio odvajkada u vremena davna Evo opet nama nasih komedijanata Da kroz smijeh i suze pronose neka imena slavna U kolima trosnim i otrcana sesira slamnata. “Evo ih, stizu narode!”- cuo se posvuda gromki glas Meet STEFICA https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=838196780410469&id=100026604651559 Iza ugla se vec dobrano dize prasina Malo veselja i radosti za nas u zadnji cas Bas su komedijanti al svaka na mjestu, sve je istina. Sve sto jadan narod u muci svojoj kasti smio nije Slusali su rado iz njihovih usta malko uvijeno Opjevano sa ironijom i salom pa se slatko smije Nek pjesma se ori na daleko pjesnicki dovijeno. Nizale se strofe o casti i vlasti bezdusnih gospodara O mladosti, ljubavi,gorkoj suzi protkanoj kroz rime Smjelo i jasno kroz rijeci tople nepoznatih pjesnika stara U otrcanoj, pohabanoj robi, sto reci mogu ponosni time. Uz stihove Romea i Julije kao djeca plakali Otvorenih usta upijali cudne price o dalekoj kulturi R...