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Miep Send message Joined: 23 Jul 99 Posts: 2412 Credit: 351,996 RAC: 0 |
I found another old one: Silence Silence like there never was light, like there could only be darkness and the singing of the stars. Silence where you strain to hear where you long to fall into the ages Silence nothing matters any more nothing quickens your heartbeat there is no more light Silence and the hope of a smile and the colours of the rainbow angels survive CT (2009) Carola ------- I'm multilingual - I can misunderstand people in several languages! |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
I found another old one: Carola...that is the best one you have posted...so far! PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
"The Voice Inside Me" i was standing in a field looking to the sky wondering, what have i done to make this feeling inside i was feeling guilty i was feeling bad i got the feeling someone up there was feeling sad i had shot at the bird sitting on the wire hit it with a bb and it fell to earth i felt so empty like it was me who died killed by my shameful pride I fell onto the ground hiding from the sky wondering, what's coming now this burning deep inside i was feeling strangely like i was not alone i was too scared to run nowhere to go i had shot at the bird sitting on the wire hit it with a bb and it fell to earth i felt so empty like it was me who died killed by my shameful pride there was a voice inside me speaking without words telling me, i was wrong in the words i never heard then i rose again as if by some command the sky was deeper now i could understand i had shot at the bird sitting on the wire hit it with a bb and it fell to earth i felt so empty like it was me who died killed by my shameful pride (2010 db michel) This lyric is about something that happened when i was 12 years old...I was not hunting to that day get food...I had killed a bird for no reason...The message i received then that i was not to kill for no reason...I was not to kill for fun...ever... PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
"Fadeaway Goodbye" I love it, Dan! rOZZ Music Pictures |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
THEY WHO ARE WORN WITH LOVE When, worn with unregenerate delights, The kisses of fair youths grow dull and sicken, They seek, fatigued with hope and outwatched nights, A bed of love that shall the senses quicken. White bed of love with pillows rich with lace, Caressing curtains sheltering dreamless blisses, And, to grow better from the bought embrace, Upon their wasted brows long trembling kisses. Calmer than autumn heavens the eyes they crave, In which the bitterness of theirs shall vanish, Lips of a speech impassionate, suave, Which their sick sorrows shall assuage and banish. Love should be night, and hushed forgetfulness, Never with follies of the past upbraided, Hope still renewed consoling the distress Of dreams come true and in fulfilment faded. Nor light, nor noise; but in the happy room, With tapestry the walls to sleep beguiling, To kiss the long hands of the mistress whom A plain gown clothes, and who is faintly smiling! Once they have seen her, and to hear her speak They hoped for her and Heaven, and knelt before her; But love's old burden makes their soul so weak That save with sighs they never dare implore her. Julie Detavernier (2010) Translated out of Dutch PS: Sometimes I feel like (or want to be) a Canterbury poet ;) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
THEY WHO ARE WORN WITH LOVE I am curious...What does the original Dutch version look like? PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
ZIJ DIE WORDEN GEDRAGEN MET LIEFDE Wanneer we verzonken zijn in verukkelijk genot, Worden kussen van de brave jeugd saai en verrot Ze zoeken, vermoeid, vol hoop, in de nacht, Een bed van liefde, zo mooi en zacht. Wit liefdesbed met kussens, rijk aan kant, Strelende Courtines beschermen onze droomloze zinnestreling, Wil je beter worden van de gespaarde omhelzing, Dan is de kus op je voorhoofd, vol trilling, verbrand. Kalmer dan herfsthemels, begenadigde ogen, Waar de bitterheid is bedrogen Lippen, verontrustend en minzaam, zullen hun moedeloze smart stillen en drogen. Liefde moest nacht zijn, in gezwegen vergetelheid, Nooit met verweten verledens dwaasheid. Vernieuwde hoop troost de innerlijk gekwelden, Toen dromen kwamen en ook weer vervaagden. Niet licht, noch geluid breekt de gelukzaligheid, De muren, verzonken in slaap, en stil verleid. Kus haar handen, geplooid in gebed, de minnares, Eenvoudig gekleed in haar geluk, een zachte glimlach. Ge had ze gezien, en ook aanhoord; Hoopte ge dan niet voor de hemel, geknield. Maar de goddeloze liefde heeft haar hart doorboord. Gesmeek hielp niet, voorwaar ge hebt ze vernield. (The words are not exactly translated, but the content is the same. I actually like the English version a lot, but the Dutch one has more emotion in it, I think. Grts :) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Jim_S Send message Joined: 23 Feb 00 Posts: 4705 Credit: 64,560,357 RAC: 31 |
"The Voice Inside Me" I had that EXACT feeling at about ten Dan...Very Profound. I Desire Peace and Justice, Jim Scott (Mod-Ret.) |
Jim_S Send message Joined: 23 Feb 00 Posts: 4705 Credit: 64,560,357 RAC: 31 |
You made me look back Dan. 4:26 And before me lay my friend of 18 years And he lay there and looked at me and we talked of the good times And for a moment the sun came out In his own way he let me know that the time was right And I knew he was right And I knew the pain and fear Although fear has known no place in my world In all my life I will always know I would rather kill someone with two legs than four Good bye my friend May God forgive Me © JLS 4/26/2006 I Desire Peace and Justice, Jim Scott (Mod-Ret.) |
Jim_S Send message Joined: 23 Feb 00 Posts: 4705 Credit: 64,560,357 RAC: 31 |
Shortie For a Friend; The Trail Through trails of Tears and Light We Pass While drifting through our life With magic moments in between And some of them not nice But sometimes in the journey A Friend will happen by And make it all seem Worth it Even if for just a While These times we need to Cherish For rare they really are But if you take the time And count them one by one The trail was not as bad as it once seemed They make the journey worth it To follow to the end © Jim Scott 8/21/2010 May modify later, Jim. |
Angela Send message Joined: 16 Oct 07 Posts: 13130 Credit: 39,854,104 RAC: 31 |
You write beautifully Jim. Thank you for sharing with us this lovely thought, so gently expressed. |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
Jim...I agree with Angela...You have a way of cutting straight to the heart...that brings out the truth in life. PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
OF AUTUMN WHILE the moon through the heavens glides, With music enchanting our way, Come in the gladness to stray Of the gorgeous autumn tides. Now comes the wind, and lifts The gold of glad forests along; and many a mystical song Along the breeze with it drifts. This life is most gracious and dear, Enchanting our way as we go With the laughter and golden glow Of autumns singing clear. Julie Detavernier (2009) (translated out of Dutch) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
What use is action? We have thought until The world is but the shadow of our dreams. What if the sap in all the gardens teems, Sunk back upon itself in our limp will. The mind has ravaged space, and we are ill With what we know; yet knowledge only seems Upon life's verge a net of cheating gleams; And my possessions leave me tired and chill. But thou alone, O torch of sacred art, With first, primeval beauty warm the heart, And flash thy multiple glimpses of the ideal; And thou, O poet, make lost Eden shine Within us, and behind the seeming real Show us the essences of things divine. Julie Detavernier (2010) rOZZ Music Pictures |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
Beautiful, again, Julie!...I love both of them. PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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Jim_S Send message Joined: 23 Feb 00 Posts: 4705 Credit: 64,560,357 RAC: 31 |
Beautiful Julie. If not for the Artists, Story Tellers, Singers / Song Writers, Authors of Books and Poets...Then ANY race we contact or finds us in the future would truly believe we are / were only Barbarians until they read or saw our works. Then they May find out we were / Are Not all some demonic race of destructive fools. Jim I Desire Peace and Justice, Jim Scott (Mod-Ret.) |
Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
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Julie Send message Joined: 28 Oct 09 Posts: 34053 Credit: 18,883,157 RAC: 18 |
Into a cave the maid she threw, A sign upon the door she drew; The maid forgot the light, the key Fell down into the sea. She waited while the summer went: More than seven years she was pent, Every year a stranger passed. She waited while the winter went; And while she waited, waited yet, Her hair the light could not forget. It sought the light, and found it out, It glided through the stones about, And lit the rocks that held her pent. One eve again a passer-by, He knew not what the radiance meant, And dared not come closer-by. He thinks a portent is foretold, He thinks it is a well of gold. He thinks the angels are at play, He turns aside, and went his way. Julie Detavernier (2009) Translated out of Dutch rOZZ Music Pictures |
Daniel Michel Send message Joined: 2 Feb 04 Posts: 14925 Credit: 1,378,607 RAC: 6 |
Into a cave the maid she threw, This is awesome!...I think it's the best one of all you have posted. PROUD TO BE TFFE! |
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