Tender limbs quiver,
as bewhiskered slithers.
. . . giving in to the caver;
. . . retreating to the burrower:
quavering,
mewling,
while abandoning morals
and relinquishing principles–
helplessly conceding to an ache that dominates;
feebly letting love and hate collide–
as two ravenous give in
to a passion burning deep inside.
Monthly Archives: July 2015
Their Fairytale
14
What could be more tragic
than a love
that never
comes into life?
Is there anything
more melancholy
than a song
unsung?
What could be more piercing
than keeping blank negatives
of photographs
of a dream
never meant to realize?
Is there anything
more agonizing
than seeing two hands
dying to hold each other,
but their fingers
never made it through?
Coz though tears
may not be flowing visibly;
And though groans
may not be roaring loudly;
her heart is drenched,
as his soul remains aching
for their fairytale
they know is true.
POSTS TO READ:
ARTS
Ether Released
By Marina Kanavaki
http://marinakanavaki.com/2015/04/16/ether-released/
Guide Me Back—A Featured Art Print
By Kirt D Tisdale
http://thewallgalleryblog.wordpress.com/2015/04/13/guide-me-back-a-featured-art-print/
NON-FICTION
A Noi Due
By Simona
http://imieialtiebassi.wordpress.com/2015/04/11/a-noi-due/
Amethyst, Earth and Glory
By Amras888
http://amras888.wordpress.com/2015/03/30/amethyst-earth-and-glory/
Gif Animaux Droles
By Dominique
http://gifsdomi.com/2015/04/16/gif-animaux-droles-196/
Intre Cer Si Pamant
By Danaiana
http://danaiana.com/2015/04/10/intre-cer-si-pamant/
Maybe Tomorrow
By Acacia (Palestine Rose)
http://aplacecalledlove.wordpress.com/2015/04/12/maybe-tomorrow/
Queen Califias Magic Circle
By Cindy Knoke
http://cindyknoke.com/2015/04/12/queen-califias-magic-circle/
Sue the Night
By Japkroon
http://jaapkroon.wordpress.com/2015/04/14/sue-the-night/
To the Nines
By Clouds N Cups
http://cloudsncups.wordpress.com/2015/04/15/to-the-nines/
Welcome to Walnut Creek
By YesEvenThisTooWillPass
http://yeseventhistoowillpas.wordpress.com/2015/04/12/welcome-to-walnut-creek/
PHOTOGRAPHY
Chimneys
By Sedge808
http://sedge808.com/2015/04/12/chimneys/
Ex Silentio
By Doru
http://atdoru.wordpress.com/2015/04/12/ex-silentio-77/
My Angel. . .Mona
By Paul Militaru
http://photopaulm.com/2015/04/12/my-angel-mona/
POETRY
Atmospheric Defiance Poem
By Maria F
http://tropicalfloweringzone.wordpress.com/2015/04/11/atmospheric-compliance-poem/
Come Sit Down with Me by Michael Leunig
By Russel Boyle
http://russellboyle.wordpress.com/2014/07/17/come-sit-down-beside-me-by-michael-leunig/
De Noi A Depins Si Depinde
By Lleana
http://doareuileana.wordpress.com/2015/03/14/de-noi-a-depins-si-depinde/
Ecco Mormorar L’Onde
By Maverick
http://maverickmist.wordpress.com/2015/04/12/ecco-mormorar-londe/
El Beso Perdido
By Julie Sopetran
http://eltiempohabitado.wordpress.com/2015/04/10/el-beso-perdido/
Fiery Passion
By Brad’sWriting to Freedom
http://writingtofreedom.wordpress.com/2015/04/16/fiery-passion/
Her Flower Smile
By AshiAkira
http://ashiakira.wordpress.com/2015/04/11/her-flowery-smile/
Shades of Doubt
By Ellie Belfiglio
http://elliebelfiglio.wordpress.com/2015/04/16/shades-of-doubt/
Sketches of Suburban Afternoon
By John Flanagan
http://johnpoetflanagan.com/2015/04/07/sketches-of-suburban-afternoon/
Ten Seconds
By Phen Weston
http://darknesswarmth.wordpress.com/2015/04/15/ten-seconds/
To Sarit
By Esther Ling
http://hortusclosus.wordpress.com/2015/04/17/to-sarit/
When Heart Fails to Find Its Way Home
16
Home says:
It’s okay.
You don’t have to explain
why you’re away,
where are you at,
who you’re with,
neither,
why you’re there
(and not here).
It’s not because,
I am not
interested
to hear your story;
Nor,
I am not concerned
at all;
Or I am not taking
your word for it.
It’s just that,
to know you’re well
and safe,
and happy–
and HAPPY–
I am but relieved.
For more than
this silly wish
to be with you–
I always pray–
always, always pray–
for your happiness–
even if it means,
us, being always apart;
or being away from each other for so long;
or you, being forever far away
from me.
Related Post:
When Heart Finds Its Way Home
Yours and Mine
11
One of
the toughest ironies
of life:
All that breathe
are timed,
including
You and I.
And that
everything within,
may either wilt
or turn to ash–
except,
yours and mine.
For though
our bodies
may turn to dusts,
there’d be another
two hearts
beating for each other;
two souls
so deeply entwined
just as
You and I.
~ Blogs to Follow ~
Abozdar
Amras888
AnangCozz’sBlog
AshiAkira
BeautifulButUnlikely
BulanLifeStyle
CharlyPriest
CindyKnoke
Danaina
D.Parker
EllieBelfiglio
ElTiempoHabitado
HortusClosus
InsanityBytes22
Jacque Marde Collections
loveRuben
MarinaKanavaki
PaulMilitaru
PurpleRays
Noir
The Tropical Flowering Zone
The Wandering Poet
Vulturesti
Where Words Daily Come Alive
Writing to Freedom
YaBakiEntelBaki
Have a blessed week ahead, aloha!
The Very Essence of a Man
13
The very essence of a man,
is to build
and keep a roof
over his
and his family’s heads-
with all his might;
and, with all his strength.
And to have
in his arms:
. . . a woman,
who
is respectful enough
to follow his lead
into a world
of their own.
. . . a woman,
who
is trusting enough
to hold his hand
until their bodies repose.
. . . a woman,
who
is faithful enough
to believe him,
when he says,
“You are my home.”
All About Mihran
49
Original posting date: August 17, 2014.
Thank you, Mih–for your kindness, your patience, your friendship–thank you!
I have blogged for years now. But I never met a man as gentle and kind as Mihran Kalaydjian. Because aside from the fact that he had been so generous reblogging my posts, there was this one very warm conversation I had with him.
When I posted my condolences to our dear Ajaytao, I made Mihran cry that day. Although I was worried if I made him cry because I wrote bad; or I wrote something for Oscar’s (coz I do have the tendency for drama), but I was really touched with his honest sentiment. Coz Mihran never met Ajay, yet he shed a tear for him. He even asked me “Why am I crying, Aina?” I told him, “It’s because Mihran, you’re a gentleman with a very big heart and beautiful soul.” And so we were both crying in the end.
And I mean those words up to this very minute that I am writing this post. I could go on forever enlisting all the great things I appreciate in Mihran. So, I narrow it down to ten, and they’re below:
1. “I’M A SUCCESS TODAY BECAUSE I HAD A FRIEND WHO BELIEVED IN ME AND I DIDN’T HAVE THE HEART TO LET HIM DOWN,” Mihran Kalaydjian.
2. He reblogs everyday, and in his most sincerest ways.
3. He visits, reads, likes and comments in our posts.
4. He has a picture of his brother (with his wife and beautiful kids) in his Awards and Accomplishments Page.
5. He writes free of ambiguity.
6. He uses simple words in straightforward ways.
7. He bridges bloggers–and
8. He is a live conduit of goodwill and friendship.
9. He has a heart as big as the world.
10. He has a soul as enormous as the universe.
I guess, what I am trying to say:
Mih, thank you for coming our ways! Thank you for the kindness you do everyday! Thank you for being a true gentleman in every way! You earned not only our respect, but our hearts as well. May all the blessing of Heaven and Earth be upon you, my friend! A million thanks to you kind thing!
P.S. Please own the message of the song below. It’s for you. I thank you with all my heart and soul!
You’re nothing like they claimed
It is a privilege to reblog this post–thank you, Shandra!
Although these fine folks had been family friends for more than 15 years, We’d never, but in passing. met.
They lived catty-corner from my Grandparents in the small (is it fair to say miniscule?) town in which my dad had grown up. The same one we returned to for 30+/- years each hot (v-e-r-y) hot summer. Indeed it is well-known their care, friendship & love is the main reason my pioneer spirit Grands were able to keep and live “independently” in their home of 50 years as age, and it’s ever faithful companion Father Time, marched relentlessly on.
I’d not been here since 2010. By choice. The tension. A cold shoulder. The looks. Sometimes one must just say ‘no thanks.’ Enough said.
Back to here. People milling about . A petite silver-haired, purposeful woman came down the few stairs. We’d never really met until recently. I’d heard about The Browns…
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