Martas poems

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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Magic thunder

Is there anything more haunting than far away drumming thunder filling our heart with fear... with longing...? When I hear it, if I am writing, my pen just runs away from the ideas that in my head had been stirring for so long and with a life of its own, to the rhythm of that thunder, so forbidding, it starts to write about my lost dreams, about the feelings I've hidden, about all those sad, tender things that with the far sound of thunder announcing incoming rain, run, as if scared out from my... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 13, 2011

What a wonderful sight...

T here is a big bright moon above the city skies, a moon of living dreams, for dreaming life a life lived in brief moments of fulfilled desire, moments that fly fast, past hates and loves, past friendships old and just began; a moon that shines on innocence and sin above minds tired and torn through things that last and those that are gone, kissing with its silver light those who die and those who are born and below it, below that bright shinning moon, smiles and tears that don't make sense... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

It could not be.

She could not love him She was like an old tree that is seen too much and does not want to live a fruitless tree with no life to give that is just waiting for the hatchet to set it free He... he was like a happy stream that with the ocean dreams not knowing that sweet spring water turns bitter in the sea. Though love is usually simple, it was not for these two for Love is greedy too, and she knew... she knew love could fill his sails but like the wind...on a whim, it could also turn them to... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

And when I die

When I die on a star filled night, the last one I will see, I will close my eyes for ever and the sad tides of an ocean I will no longer feel will come in and out without kissing me. Others will sing what I sang when the clouds ran dressed in soft pastels to meet the setting sun and I kissed eager lips just for fun and dust will gather inside the empty glass with which I toasted my dreams and celebrated my past... In summer afternoons, like this one today, it will still softly rain so that... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Listen my friend...

There are clouds that softly rain upon the parched earth gently and swiftly satiating its thirst, fulfilling a need; they are welcome and sought.... like love Then there are others that spin into storms and they destroy and they kill instead of giving they take... like hate There are loves that softly come to us gentle and sweet without fanfare or fuss fulfilling a need; they are welcome and sought... as is the rain but like the clouds that spin stirred by a fast and evil wind some loves can... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, June 6, 2011

The land where poets dwell...

There are many places in nature that fill us with awe and capture our souls never again letting go. Among all those there is one I know too well a land of a million words, where one can walk or fly among the birds, swim in the waters of one's own birth, or float peacefully within oneself It is a province of kings, queens and poor love stricken peasants, where flowers and cute little creatures can be the forests only tenants It is a place where monsters of dark place fear into the soul, where... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

I know you-

I know you... I have felt you in the warmth of the sun that softly touched my skin as a walked by the sea and the thought of you, has many a time sweetened my tears, You come to me in the wind that smells of far away places and pushes the waves to kiss the sand and in that water and in its salt, As I walk I feel that I have been since the beginning of time somehow incomplete, and you have existed always, somewhere in my mind, deep within my being, a sweet shadow cornered in silence, an ethereal... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

The long days of Summer

The long days of Summer which just begon soon, before we know it, will be gone In the distance,coming from beyound the hills I hear loud thunder... A soft humid breeze perfumed with the scent of ripe mangoes combs through my hair, strong and sweet, invading my senses, drenching my soul, making me dizzy while slowly pulling me away from everything that feels cold or hard melting every bit of my soul... making my heart sway until all of me dissolves into its warmth. I sit by the shore, of a pale... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

On nights like tonight

O n nights like tonight, so warm... so humid... so dark... when the wind is so still that of fireflies fluttering outsidem I can hear the wings, images of what was stir deep within my heart and there is nothing I can do to avoid thinking of you... Memories come rushing in and the essence of the past invades every part of me All of a sudden, the thoughts in my mind are all there is and it is then that I miss the most your touch... your scent... your lips I close my eyes and inhale deep for the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

I can remember when...

I can remember when summer lasted for ever... We built castles in the sand, went camping in the woods and the long days filled with fun seemed to crawl slowly to their end under a smiling sun. Sweet memories of running barefoot in the grass, beautiful wild flowers watching us pass while swaying in the fragrant humid breeze, framing with their vivid colors the intensity of that clumsy first kiss. Rainy afternoons spent just talking away or lazily napping in the shack by the lake. We were so... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 30, 2011

It was the end

She tried to erase his reflection from the mirror for deep down she knew that it would tell the truth, The sadness in his eyes when he looked at the rain was like the one found in the eyes of those who look at the moon from the windows of the trains, a sadness of someone that has seen an ash cross in a door and knows a soul is lost a dream is dead. and she knew then he knew. It was the end. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

There

There, between heaven and earth, where the river into the sea melts, there is where I go sometimes to write when my mind is tired and contrite, for sitting on that fine, pure white sand sprinkled by the essence of time, my thoughts somehow flow through my hand onto the pen that writes and writes while I feel the presence of thousands of souls, mine just one of many, part of all. Sign in to see full entry.

This is Jonathan, one of my grandkids and the reason I have not been able to read many of you this past week. He is in the hospital with Microplasma Pneumonia ( Walking Pneumonia) not because of the but itself ( its just like a really bad cold) but because the darn bug trigger an Asthma attack so bad he needed heavy weight meds... He refuses to stay in bed so they put him in this get up and allowed him to walk around and visit other kids in the floor... He is a character loll... Please pray for... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

When I am no longer here

One day I'll be gone leaving behind what I have been, what I have done I wonder... what the world will then think of me.. if they think of me at all... I wonder if they will look pass this body which sometimes would not leap to the challenges and obstacles its spirit placed before it, and if they will bother to search above this soul of mine which wanted so much to beyond the rainbows fly but stayed put so others could try. I wonder if anyone, after I am gone, will take the time to find the... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

You

You, that like me go through life half empty half full, never asking the questions that would get you truth, content with existing, getting by, seemingly happy in the knowledge that you survive.... You, who have inhabited my heart for such a long time... since that day when we were torn apart by a fate that if there were justice should be damned. You, who I always go to in my mind when I need to escape from the busy world I live in and who I have adored, and for whom I have sinned. You, are... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The one she loved the most...

He was the one she loved the most. Perhaps because she loved him from afar as from a bedroom window one loves the forbidden star that appears the farthest, the one that shines the brightest, or maybe because like that star he was always there...night after night, strolling the corridors of her mind, and she could always count on his light. Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

When you fall in love

When you fall in love, not if but when... nothing will really change, but nothing will be the same The sun will come up as is had before, every day but to you it will seem a little brighter and though dew has covered the garden every morning since the beginning of time, now you'll notice that when it does... it makes everything shine as if its drops were made of pure silver and when up in the sky you see a moon sliver as it always eventually appears... you will think just for you the moon smiles... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Look, listen... feel/

L ook through my eyes and see what I see, angry black clouds in a pure blue sky giving false hope to the soil so dry. They come in riding on the cold wind, a wind pregnant with rain looking to be set free, running away from the storm that rages in the sea. Listen to me and hear what I hear the whisper of the falling raindrops, gently caressing the tree tops, and the sudden loud noise of thunder, which crash through the silence, making me tremble with fear, making things shake for a moment to... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Why

Why do some insist in living a lie when so brief is our life Why are some so intent in hurting, why do they go our of their way suspecting, thinking everyone is out to get them. Do they truly think they are so important that others always want to hear what they say? Do they actually believe that what they do matters to those who by misfortune must cross their way? I wish I could tell them to relax and live, that no one cares for what they do or think that there are many wonderful things around... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The face

I saw her today It had been long since I had last seen her. Years and years had passed and she looked now defeated... somehow sad but still she was someone I had known, laughed with, loved with, cried with, She did not looked as I I remembered her... back when she thrived her eyes had then, I remembered this somehow, as many colors as the sunset light that reflected on her reddish hair as it parted the world for the night The striking features that I recalled had somehow changed faded into a... Sign in to see full entry.

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I have always written, These are some of the poems I love best. By sharing them with you I am sharing parts of my soul. I hope you enjoy them. All material copyright Sinome 2009

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