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[Yume]

Yellow Eyes

We've roamed the wild country
My beautiful yellow eyes,
Side by side we've hunted
Shadows dancing on northern skies.

There have been times of plenty
We were content and serene,
Peacefully sleeping
Dangers few and far between.

We've also known much hunger
Ribs protruding from each side,
Mournfully we howled
When our starving cubs had died.

And then there was our first winter
Romping thru the glistening snow,
Tasting each crystal snowflake
Falling gently to and fro.

Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes
I've known no greater love,
Without you, I am nothing
Our wild souls are one.

And now you lay there dying
Steel jaws upon your frame,
Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.

Helpless, I watch you struggle
Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.

The blood has now stopped flowing
I know the time is near,
And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.

And now my world is silent
Your struggles now have ceased,
I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.

Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where eagles soar,
And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.

And someday I shall find you
In the heaven's so far above,
And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love.

Šo rakstu rediģēja Reiki: 07.12.2004 14:08

[Laushi de Lychan]

Seit ir mans milakais dzejolis Anglu valoda, patreiz.

Bless me, Father.


Bless me, Father, I have sinned, it's been 18 months since my last confession. Don't. You remember me- I used to come and talk to you every Friday, they used to call. Me. The Heartbreaker, I lived four blocks away from the church and I went to school. Just. Outside the town, I wanted to travel the world with my girl, I miss her. Won't. She, where and how is she, I'm mixed up, for over two years I've battled agression. See. I can no longer control myself, I lash out for no reason, I envy, I loathe it all. Must. Make it stop, Father, I love another man, it doesn't feel right, what should I do. No. Happiness ceased to exist when I couldn't turn him down- my gorgous one, he did. Know. How to work me, months of dreaminess, reality check, then months of depression. Seeked. Revenge, his girlfriend, the one he dumped for me, betrayed me. Trust. I got what I deserved, love triangle, my favourite shape, me, her and him, how. Will. It end, when, didn't we see this coming, broke one heart too many, our downfall. Dust. Like sand, they both slipped through my fingers, couldn't hold onto that perfection. Go. He said, go, I said, go, she said, everyone left in silence in search of sympathy. Me. Out of love with them- that's a lie, what's happened to me now? 'Till. The end, she fell for another one and another one after that, how many more. Last. With them it will last forever, that's what she says, liar, yet another rejection. Behold. She promised me, the day my gorgous one dumped her- she'd come back to me, indeed. Bleed. I do for her now and write her name in blood on these walls, for her lies and doubts. Chill. I feel so drained, strange chill spreads through me, I lean against the door. Alas. I smile, my life is flashing by, with all the lost love and affection. So. Bless me, Father, I have sinned, all the people I have loved in my life are the death of. Me

[iMiS™]

I know I cannot wait for you forever.
In fact, I will not even try to wait.

If I can’t love you in the present moment,
then I cannot in truth love you at all,
for loving is a right now kind of thing.

And though for months or more we must be parted,
because your life is miles away, encumbered
by hard sad times whose end is not in sight,
the sun each morning rises on the both of us,
and waiting isn’t what it’s all about.

But not to love you never was an option,
so I’ll just have to practice on my own.

You told me once, one way you knew I loved you
was by the way my bed was always made,
even when you dropped by unexpectedly.

I still do that, first thing every morning,
even though I know you won’t be over,
because I know that’s how you’d like to see me,
living in a clean and tidy place,
no dishes in the sink, no piles of laundry—
I know you care about that kind of thing.

I like to think you may be wondering
if I’m still living as I did before,
and even if you may not ever know,
your caring is excuse enough for me.

You told me once that you could see my love
in the way I worked at looking nice for you,
caring for my body, wearing stylish clothes
you picked out for me in the shops you favor.

Well, I still walk, and watch the way I eat,
and I still wear the things I know you like.
I sigh sometimes, wanting you to see them
and make approving noises in your throat.

I often wonder if I still look like
that man you loved to dress, and to undress,
but even though I may not ever know,
I’m certain that’s the man I want to be.

And do you wonder now if I am still that man
whose hands would please you by their confidence,
whose lips would so arouse you with their worship?

Or could I, missing now the invitation
in your eyes, your skin’s sweet inspiration,
forget the prayers my being offered yours?

But neither you nor any other woman
taught me touch, but life its very self,
which even now in solitude embraces.

Guided by a single candle’s light,
like a rosary my fingers can recite
with full reverence every contour of your flesh.

In a cold ripe peach’s shocking sweet excesses,
yielding bursting daring me to take it all,
my mouth still sings your body’s silent praises.

My torso as I don a fine silk shirt
recalls your hands, incomparably tender,
and practices the thrill of my surrender.

But most of all, I practice loving you
in all the joys of living which we always
knew for blessings, praised in joyful laughter,
all of life’s adventures and surprises,
no matter how mundane, nor how exotic.

With you, more than with any former lover,
I comprehend the richness of our world,
because with you alone can I share all of it,
knowing you will never fail to grasp
each graceful new delight we find to savor.

So even now, though you are gone from sight
and cannot yet say when or even whether
will come the consummation of our dreams,
my life bears your indelible impression;
and though I lie down every night alone,
I sleep and wake within a world possessed,
haunted by your unseen immanence.

So fear not that I wait for you. I do not
wait but live, and by my life I love.

In every conversation, every friendship,
every word recited, sung, or written,
I practice the awareness of your presence,
practice the sure knowledge of your caring,
practice sharing life’s abundant blessings.

No, my love, I swear I do not wait for you.
But if you do come back, I will be ready.

[earnella]

Nu, nav viena mīļākā, bet Edgaram Alanam Po ir jauki dzejoļi.. *meklē grāmatā*

Edgar Allan Poe

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a walking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted
Ah! What is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

Annabel Lee
For the moon never beams
without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
And the stars never rise
but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee
And so, all the night-tide
I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride
In the sepulcher there by sea
In her tomb by the sounding sea

The Raven

And the raven, never flitting
still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Dallas
just above my chamber door
And his eyes have all the seeming
of a demon`s that is dreaming
And the lamp-light o`er him
streaming throws his shadow on the floor
And my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

[iMiS™]

Tāx...šitais ļoooti skaists

It’s the kind of love that makes me dance,
In the flowers, with the butterflies,
It’s in the way that I sneak that glance,
While I dance toward the skies,
Where I will wait for you.

It’s the kind of moment that stays inside your head,
In your heart and every tiny part,
It’s in the bits you didn’t know existed,
While you lurk inside my heart
Where you will nurture me.

It’s the kind of passion that burns our soul,
In the bedroom between soft bed-covers,
It’s in the destiny we can now control,
While we become each others,
While we fall in love.

[Aiva]

Clone of My Own
(To the tune of "Home on the Range")

Oh, give me a clone,
With the genes like my own,
But convert my Y to an X.
And since she's like me,
It's a sure certainty,
That she'll think of nothing but sex.

(Chorus)

Clone, clone of my own,
Who's always eager to play,
Means we'll have great fun,
And I'll only need one,
So please get her started today.

As long as you're mixing,
Some genes could use fixing,
To make her the best she can be.
Blond hair and blue eyes,
And a skinnier size,
And an IQ a bit less than me.

(chorus)

Please send me my clone,
Just as soon as she's grown,
Past the virtual age of eighteen.
I'm tired of dating,
And eagerly waiting,
To make it on the cloning scene.

(chorus)

[Axa Night]

Eeeeeh, šitais iepriekšējais bija baigi labais

Es te atradu vienu par datoriem, tēma par kuru personīgi neesmu vēl rakstījusi...

Abort, Retry, Ignore

Once upon a midnight dreary,
Fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bedsheets,
Still I sat here doing spreadsheets:
Having reached the bottom line, I took a floppy from the drawer.

Typing with a steady hand,
I then invoked the "save" command
But got instead a reprimand: it read, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
Was this some occult illusion?
Some manacal type intrusion?
These were choices Solomon himself had never faced before.

Carefully I weighed my options...
These three seemed to be the top ones.
Clearly I must now adopt one; choose: Abort, Retry, Ignore?
With my fingers pale and trembling
Slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored

Praying for some guarantee,
Finally I pressed a key.
But what on the screen did I see? Again "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
I tried to catch the chips off guard -
I pressed again, but twice as hard,
But luck was just not on the cards, I saw what I had seen before.

Now I typed in desperation
Trying random combinations.
Still there came the incantation "Abort, Retry, Ignore."
There I sat, distraught, exhausted,
By my own machine accosted
getting up, I turned away and paced across the office floor.

And then I saw an awful sight
A bold and blinding flash of light
A lightening bolt that cut the night, and shook me to my very core.
The PC screen collapsed and died.
"OH NO! MY DATABASE!" I cried.
I heard a distant voice reply, "You'll see your spreadsheets...nevermore!"

To this day I do not know
The place to which our data goes.
perhaps it goes to heaven, where the angels have it stored.
But as for Productivity, well,
I fear this has gone straight to Hell.
And that's the tale I have to tell - your choice: Abort, Retry, Ignore.

Author: Lucy Blades

Šo rakstu rediģēja Axa Night: 04.11.2005 13:24

[Blizz]

Nu vienkārši skaisti!!!

Shadow-Bride by J.R.R.Tolkien


There was a man who dwelt alone,
as day and night went past
he sat as still as carven stone,
and yet no shadow cast.
The white owls perched upon his head
beneath the winter moon;
they wiped their beaks and thought him dead
under the stars of June

There came a lady clad in grey
in the twilight shining:
one moment she would stand and stay,
her hair with flowers entwining.
He woke, as had he sprung of stone,
and broke the spell that bound him;
he clasped her fast, both flesh and bone,
and wrapped her shadow round him.

There never more she walks her ways
by sun or moon or star;
she dwells below where neither days
or any nights there are.
But once a year when caverns yawn
and hidden things awake,
they dance together then till dawn
and a single shadow make.

[Kedriks]

Doctor Foster
Went to Gloster
In a shower of a rain.
He stepped in a puddle
Up to the middle
And never
Went there
Again.

Par šo aktīvi tika ierēkts 7. klases laikā - ka ir visai pamatīgi iesēdies prātā

[Demetra]

Save your kisses for me ,
save all your kisses for me
Bye , Bye babe , bye , bye
I love you , I love you

Isn`t that sweet?

[MooN fLoWeR]

Tikai 4rindiite sjhiet tik miilja...
I am crazy
I am full
But my life is vunderfull
....

[ils]

Don't Come Easy
by Kevin Sinclair

Sleep don't come easy now
The night is dark and black
With fog of hazy memories
Times when you were with me
And we talked until the new day
Lost in our own world
But dreams are never real
Just what would have been good
If there had been courage
To be more honest.

Words don't come easy now
The pain of the moment has past
But it still lives on in the memory
Colouring the present times
I remember when you laughed
It brought tears to your eyes
Which sparkled in the candle light
We could have been so good
If we had only been able to share
The feelings we had deep inside.

Laughter don't come easy now
Too many self recriminations
Get in the way of living
There has been loving somewhere
A distant memory is all that's left
Like a blind man being guided
Need a tug boat to bring this ship
Into the wharf so as to unload
If we had only been able to touch
So gently and full of care.

Tears don't come easy now
As there is no one to wipe them away
Dried up like a shriveled prune
Need some water and sunlight
There is a seed just waiting
Will it get the chance to grow
It's so long since this desert
Has seen rain fall from the sky
If only we had spoken kind words
There might have been a way.

Life don't come easy now
Wasted opportunities and regrets
Debris litters the way ahead
There's a wasteland left behind
Into this still silence of mine
There came a very faint sound
Someone whispering my name
Couldn't they shout out loud
If only there had been the time
Could have said "I love you".

Too soon forgotten
Too soon past
One more time
Is all I ask.

[℮mma_charl...]

''Here's a sight to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate;
And whatever sky's above me
Here's a heart for every fate.''

/George Gordon Byron/

Šo rakstu rediģēja ℮mma_charlottedac℮: 22.05.2007 19:48

[bengalaas]

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

(Dylan Thomas)

[Ananastja]

To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.

West, west away, west away, the round sun is falling, sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling.
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me
For our days are ending, days are ending and our years failing, years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.

Long are the waves, are the waves on the Last Shore falling, Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever!

To the Sea, to the Sea! To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.

Legolas's Song, JRRT

[tiigjeris]

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

/"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth/