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  • Rookie Peter Strugnell (4/10/2013 7:21:00 AM) Post reply
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    Hello,
    This is a poem of mine originally written in English and beautifully translated into french by a friend of mine Fanny Rondeau:


    ACCEPT YOURSELF written by Peter STRUGNELL
    ACCEPTER SOI MEME traduction français par Fanny RONDEAU

    Today I have some difficulties, some scars still remain
    full of self doubt, through injury to the brain,
    a brush with mortality, it's got to change a person,
    it changes your view, and previous assertions,
    it's like a rebirth, or even a second chance,
    i thank my lucky stars, fate and circumstance,

    Aujourd'hui j'ai quelques difficultés, quelques cicatrices reste toujours,
    en plein manque de confiance en soi, par des blessures au cerveau,
    quand on fleur la mortalité, C'est obligé que ça change une personne,
    ça change votre vue, et revendications précédentes,
    c'est comme une renaissance, ou une seconde chance,
    je remercie mes étoiles chanceuses, le destin et circonstance.

    forced to re-learn, many forgotten skills,
    i curse these accidents, and the neurones that they kill,
    i'm slower in thought, but quicker in temper,
    i'm quick to tire, and slow to remember,
    i know damn well, that life can be rough,
    but you can't tell me, that acceptance aint tough.


    obligé à réapprendre, beaucoup de compétences oubliées,
    je maudire ces accidents, et les neurones qu'ils tuent,
    je suis plus lent dans la pensée, mais plus vite dans le colére,
    je suis vite de fatiguer, et lent pour se rappeler,
    je sais bien, bien sur, cette vie peux être rude, mais on ne peut pas me dire, que 'acceptation n'est pas dur.

    you've got plenty of ability,
    you're probably better than you think that you are are,
    of course you have some difficulty,
    but step by step you're gonna go far,
    your true value, you should accept,
    you are you, no apologies, no regret,
    so go ahead my friend and accept yourself!


    vous avez les compétances en abondance,
    vous étes probablement mieux que vous en pensez,
    naturellement vous allez rencontré une certaine difficulté,
    mais pas à pas vous irez loin,
    votre vraie valeur, vous devriez accepter,
    vous êtes vous, aucunes excuses, aucun regret,
    allez ainsi mon ami s'acceptent!


    there are things of course that i don't do brilliant,
    sometimes weak, sometimes resilient,
    it's the same for everyone, to some degree,
    self pity is a handicap, my worst enemy,
    like a warm embrace, from an old acquaintance,
    i welcome him in, my old friend acceptance.


    il y a des choses naturellement que je ne fais pas brillant,
    parfois faible, parfois résilient,
    ces pareilles pour tout le monde, à un certain degré,
    valide, handicapé, ou avec le dissability,
    comme une embrasse de chaleur, d'une vieille connaissance,
    je lui souhaite la bienvenue, mon vieil ami acceptation.


    i didn't know then, i'd recover like i did,
    i'm ashamed to say, i didn't want to live,
    i shouldn't complain, but i often still do,
    hardship is a teacher, of things i never knew,
    acceptance you know, doesn't mean you give in,
    not an end to it all, but a place to begin.


    je ne savais pas a l'époque, que j'allais récupère comme je faisais,
    j'ai honte à dire, que je n'ai pas voulu vivre,
    je n'aurai pas se plaignent, mais je le fais souvent quand meme,
    les épreuves sont un professeur, des choses que je n'ai jamais sues,
    acceptation vous savez, ne veut pas dire que vous tous lachez
    ce n'est pas une fin à tous, mais un endroit à commencer.

  • Rookie Anthony Davydov (3/8/2013 2:20:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Hello. I translate poems into English, mainly from Russian.
    Here is Alexander Pushkin's poem " Upas" , others can be found in my profile.
    I know, that there is another translation of it at poemhunter. Don't you know, is it possible to add my translation there?And, if it is, who should I contact?Thanx.
    Unfortunately, there're some mistakes with pasting original Russian text here.

    MY TRANSLATION:
    Alexander Pushkin
    Upas

    In the desert, dry and stingy,
    On the ground, fried for days,
    Upas, fearsome and stinky,
    Stands and dies along in space.

    Born by always thirsty plain,
    In the day of Wrath and Ire,
    Inflates verdure with ptomaine,
    Turns the roots to rigid wire.

    Poison's dropping through it's bark
    Melted fast at midday heat
    And cooled down at the dark
    To the rosin, dense, limpid.

    Birds and beasts avoid this place
    Only gloomy hurricane
    Flying touches tree of Death
    And rushes away, toxic, insane.

    And when cloud, raining, shades
    Walking through its perished leaf
    From the branches, venenenate
    On the flamed sand currents leave.

    But landlord sent his forlorn servant
    To upas, heard the moaning.
    Slave flown to the cursted plant
    and poison brought at morning.

    He gave the ruler rosin dead
    And branch with withered leaves
    Death-damp down pallid forehead
    Was running, closing eaves.

    He brought and grew weak, declined
    On basts, without sword
    And poor servant was to find
    His death before his lord.

    With poison saturated king
    Of arrows large amount
    And send with them the death and ruin
    To foes across the bound.

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  • Rookie Linda Neill Poet Digter (2/8/2013 10:38:00 AM) Post reply

    South Africa - Music in colour

    Sanibona! ¹Greetings to you!
    Feel the sun drums of my land
    Musical words made by hand
    sand shimmering sounds in gold
    what a beautiful place to behold

    Come! Woza! ² A gift for you!
    Earth rhythms dance celebrating
    peace over South Africa's being
    My country heart has a great beat
    Blow penny whistles in midday heat

    In music colour let us take a tour
    a love flavour a honour downpour
    Hear the train sounds in the trumpet

    Sanibona¹ (Greet a group)
    Woza! ² (Come)

    Copyright belongs to Linda Neill

    Feb 2 2013

  • Rookie Tasruzzaman Babu (2/3/2013 7:25:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    X-ism: At the second floor of the land-lord house


    At the second floor of the land-lord house
    A lantern gleams all night long
    Its light can be seen beyond the sash of window
    Dimly…
    When nocturnal birds also return to nest
    The eyes of stars are languished due to drowsiness
    Footfall is already stopped
    Fireflies are also tired by sparkling light
    The voice of cricket are also chocking
    Yet…
    In a room of the second floor of the land-lord house
    A lantern flickers dimly
    All night long…

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  • Rookie Starseven0 Starseven0 (1/5/2013 9:43:00 PM) Post reply

    HA NACIDO EL SALVADOR..Opciones
    Marcar como nuevoAgregar a mis favoritosAgregar a mis suscripcionesRSS feedDestacarImprimirCompartirReportar este mensaje....Publicado: ?12-24-2012 08: 39 PM






    Si por mi, pobre has nacido,
    despertado ante éste mundo ingrato,
    sin más cunita que un pesebre,
    sin cobijas que caliente
    tu divino cuerpecito.

    Si por mi, duras pajas por camita,
    y el portal es tu morada
    en un rincón;
    ¡Ay niñito lindo ya no llores,
    ya no llores por mi culpa y desazón!

    Has nacido así angelito,
    tierno, frágil, indefenso como un niño,
    a mi alma de lúz falta
    le has mostrado humildad;
    la facultad de amar y perdonar.


    ¡Ya no llores ángel mío!
    por mi indiferencia e ingratitud
    ¡Ya no llores por favor!
    yo te juro nunca nunca,
    te haré llorar jamáz yo.

    by Rito04



    To see Spanish literature Forum

    foro.univision.com/t5/...- - - - -

    Si por mi, pobre has nacido,
    despertado ante éste mundo ingrato,
    sin más cunita que un pesebre,
    sin cobijas que caliente
    tu divino cuerpecito.

    Si por mi, duras pajas por camita,
    y el portal es tu morada
    en un rincón;
    ¡Ay niñito lindo ya no llores,
    ya no llores por mi culpa y desazón! .
    .
    I have reads only the above, .
    I feeling strong, .
    Feeled the storm feelings, .
    Passion, In this poetry, .
    I thoughts, .
    I reads Mistral's poetry, When I read the above, .
    I thoughts, .
    I am reading La poetisa chilena Gabriela Mistral, Premio Nobel de Literatura, poetry,.

    La poetisa chilena Gabriela Mistral, Premio Nobel de Literatura
    Chilean poetess Gabriela Mistral, Nobel Prize for Literature.

    by Chinese poet fengwenshu, .....


    That the most powerful storm,

    That be able to blow away

    Tall mountain storm, but it can not be blown off my
    Because I reads the HA NACIDO EL SALVADOR..
    That the most powerful storm
    Be able to blow away the tall mountain storm, but it can not be blown off my

    Yes, the HA The NACIDO EL SALVADOR,
    More powerful than that storm.
    Yesterday
    This bird,

    In Roaming world,
    Suddenly HA NACIDO EL SALVADOR,

    Firmly graspS this bird,

    Drown an ant, like honey, and milk sea

    Strange and beautiful
    Good Spanish language green forests,
    Suddenly imprisoned a bird.
    So I
    Unable to escape the Spanish language this green forest
    Like a growth

    The small green trees in the earth,

    Unable to escape from the soil,
    And the control of the Earth's magnetic field,

    I was

    Salute to you,
    I am strange and beautiful

    Good Spanish language this green forest,

    This sweet singing,


    When I'm singing,

    Touched by a strange and beautiful,

    Great goddess of good Spanish language,

    This great goddess

    Like blossoms
    Sweet,

    Very beautiful, smiling,
    Open HA NACIDO EL SALVADOR window,

    So, I saw
    Saw the soul of this HA NACIDO EL SALVADOR
    Very strong
    Powerful,

    Jumping

    A very sweet, beautiful, charming soul
    Came running towards me waving,

    I use my heart,
    Embrace HA NACIDO EL SALVADOR soul,
    A white, embrace the beautiful moon

    I read this-HA The NACIDO EL SALVADOR

    Understand the HA NACIDO EL SALVADOR,

    So I take the HA NACIDO EL SALVADOR, translated into Chinese

  • Rookie - 75 Points Sanjibsaha Aniketa (12/26/2012 6:55:00 AM) Post reply

    Beauty of love

    This is the
    Teen girl! -
    I have ever
    Seen her.
    Do you entrust me long,
    I will cover you up,
    With the mountain herbs
    And kindle the beauty,
    Beauty of love.


    ****
    Sanjibsaha Aniketa

  • Rookie Starseven0 Starseven0 (12/26/2012 1:30:00 AM) Post reply

    Prometheus and the Eagle]



    Suddenly blow, the black, roared eagle claws

    Ripped chest that Prometheus,

    Suddenly, the red blood, like a spring, from Prometheus chest,

    Fly gushed,


    Red ground, fragrance, beautiful white flowers, green grass,

    Red like a red pigment, White, Green Paper,

    Like a red flame,


    Red like black eyes on a dark night,

    That snakes, wolves, feared, hatred with which Eagle

    Heavy chains, tied up in the cold, wet Caucasus mountains I -

    God, that belong to the human anger


    Black eagle


    Enormous wings

    Flapping seems

    To that painful burst ed my head,





    Suddenly blow, the black, roared eagle claws

    Ripped chest that Prometheus,

    Suddenly, the red blood, like a spring, from Prometheus chest,

    Fly gushed,


    Red ground, fragrance, beautiful white flowers, green grass,

    Red like a red pigment, White, Green Paper,

    Like a red flame,


    Red like black eyes on a dark night,











    Like temptation Doctor Faustus

    Angry devil

    Hand, slapping the desk of Doctor Faustus

    Requirements of Doctor Faustus, his soul

    Ownership to the devil,

    The angry black huge eagle wings

    Flapping seems

    To that is painful burst my head,



    Once, twice, three times, is already ten thousand years,



    One hundred million years,

    eagle eating my chest,

    Bared my liver,



    Like a tongue of flame, eating a

    Bunny,







    From the hell out of the wind,ah!

    Have like Death

    Tower as large as

    Eyes

    Squally ah!

    You roar!



    Squally ah


    You tore up the hard rock,


    Tall

    Mountain





    However,



    You forever

    Unable to tear my freedom,

    Independent of the great spirit, spirit,




    My freedom, Independent great spirit , will - for Human all

    Create, sweet, beautiful and happy,

    Worthy


    Hero of all heroes - Promethean

    So bitter sweet

    Singing to you,



    Suddenly blow, the black, roared eagle claws

    Ripped chest that Prometheus,

    Suddenly, the red blood, like a spring, from Prometheus chest,

    Fly gushed,


    Red ground, fragrance, beautiful white flowers, green grass,

    Red like a red pigment, White, Green Paper,

    Like a red flame,


    Red like black eyes on a dark night,






    Once, twice, three times, has been a thousand years, a million years,

    This eagle, eating out of my chest bare my liver,

    Like a tongue of flame, eating a

    Bunny,





    The poet Mandela,

    I give you my big voice,

    I assure you big sound cries

    This eagle, not only is eating your liver

    But eating you, me, her, his liver,


    Eating the world

    All poet liver,

    The poet Mandela,

    I give you my big voice,

    I assure you big sound cries

    This eagle, not only is eating your liver

    But eating you, me, her, his liver,


    Eating the world

    All poet liver,

    The poet Mandela,

    I give you my big voice,

    I assure you big sound cries

    This eagle, not only is eating your liver

    But eating you, me, her, his liver,


    Eating the world

    All poet liver,

    Once, twice, three times, has been a thousand years, a million years,

    This eagle, eating out of my chest bare my liver,

    Like a tongue of flame, eating a

    Bunny,



    All poets in this world,

    Composed of a sacred, solemn, great Prometheus

    Nine kinds of fragrance, beautiful flowers, formed a Corolla


    You, me, her, him, in this world all poets,


    Composed that Prometheus


    All poets in this world,

    Composed of a sacred, solemn, great Prometheus

    Nine kinds of fragrance, beautiful flowers, formed a Corolla


    You, me, her, him, in this world all poets,


    Composed that Prometheus











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  • Rookie Starseven0 Starseven0 (12/26/2012 1:27:00 AM) Post reply

    Listen to used
    The mud did the girl,
    What song to sings.

    The first movement



    -- You use mud
    I created, but my heart,
    I used the people do not know
    Many
    Secret, sweet spring water... And some other things,
    Composition is formed, Created.
    My master,


    You said
    that you often wearing a the new green jumpsuit dress, carrying a pottery
    Go blue
    Behind the tall mountain
    Fountain absorb water?
    Shengquan you say this will be singing in the daytime, green and blue at night issued rosy flame it?
    You said
    your heart, you use people
    Unknown
    Many secrets, sweet spring water, formed, created it?
    You said
    your heart,
    You use that springs
    Fountain to fetch sweet, beautiful Italian spring water,
    Sweet, beautiful Russian spring water, sweet, beautiful French spring water,
    Sweet, beautiful spring of Germany, sweet, beautiful springs,
    Sweet, beautiful spring, sweet, beautiful Indian springs,
    Sweet, beautiful Poland spring water, sweet,
    Beautiful spring of China
    Wait
    Composition, formation, created it?
    You say that the dark, quiet
    In flighting the fountain,
    Often ancient flashing golden
    Light, beautiful, passionate woman, man ghost chorus wizard appears,
    Side light dancing while singing bitter sweet infinitely sad, happy song
    It?

    Like ancient Greek tragedy in the women's, men singing team's side dancing, while singing Prometheus?

    You said you often
    To the mysterious
    God like magic springs
    Fetchs spring water it?

    You said
    Godlike magic springs from the world
    All countries
    [National]depths,
    Abyss in it?

    Get away from here like God magical spring
    Brought spring water
    Use this to expand your life?

    Like a glob - reflecting a beautiful morning,
    The sun-goddess, s Seven kinds of beautiful colors, bright smile drops of water, the cries of the sea,
    Used as white as snow
    Boundless huge waves, to drops expand life
    My master, with extremely
    Sweet, cool, beautiful,
    Let your heart no longer thirst voice, and so on
    I sings,

    -- You use mud
    I created, but my heart,
    I used the people do not know
    Many
    Secret, sweet spring water... And some other things
    Composition is formed, Created.
    My master,




    The second movement



    -- You use mud
    I created, but my heart,
    I used the people do not know
    Many
    Secret, sweet spring water... And some other things
    , Composition is formed, Created.
    My master,

    Yes.
    Beautiful Italy,
    Beautiful russian,
    Beautiful france,
    The beautiful germany,
    The beautiful english,
    America the beautiful,
    Beautiful India,
    Beautiful Poland,
    Beautiful China,
    The compositions, formations of a mother, gave birthing to me - a daughter,
    Like a collectionS of many rivers, the sea, and gave birthing to a beautiful small carp color, my master,
    I used a sweet, tiny voice,

    To my master,
    This singing,


    -- You use mud
    I created, but my heart,
    I used the people do not know
    Many
    Secret, sweet spring water... And some other things,
    Composition is formed, Created.
    My master,


    -- You use mud
    I created, but my heart,
    I used the people do not know
    Many
    Secret, sweet spring water...
    Composition is formed, Created.
    My master,

    See the fragrance of your smile constantly crowded, flying out of your lips and your sweet song,
    Snow-white dove, constantly crowded, flying out of the window of the night,
    I am infinitely touched

    Outflow of hot, the endless happy tears,
    Gardens like the beautiful moon-goddess.

    Tall green trees, out of a beautiful nightingale
    Heat, the boundless joy of singing,

    believe that everyone can not resist your beautiful charm, will fall in love with you,
    Like the great desert, thirsty camels, unable to resist water, rivers banquet held,


    When you smiled and sang
    You this song - you
    This

    Natural, beautiful, fresh, smooth
    Magnetic flow of this song - Lightning - bright a - hearts of this magnetic field center,
    Amazing sweet

    Gentle language of flowers
    The baby is as honest,

    Not hypocritical smile warm spring breeze,

    Beating on the door of the hearts of all people,
    Like fragrance,

    Leafy chorus singing the magic wand
    Beating the birds
    Book
    House,


    I believe that everyone can not resist your beautiful charm, will fall in love with you,
    My master, incomparable fragrance, cool, beautiful voice, so sings to me,


    -- You use mud
    I created, but my heart,
    I used the people do not know
    Many
    Secret, sweet spring water... And some other things,
    Composition is formed, Created.
    My master,




    The third movement




    -- You use mud
    I created, but my heart,
    I used the people do not know
    Many
    Secret, sweet spring water...
    Composition is formed, Created.
    My master,


    I remember I -
    No heart girl,

    After you left,
    Read a beautiful book of many countries,

    I hid that often beautiful cricket
    Katydid sweet,
    Happy singing beautiful green grass kingdom,


    At this point, I really want my own
    Do one of the world's largest cultural, artistic hero
    I fears, loved all life of the people inside and outside the
    Passions for the non-violent revolutionaries, Mahatma Gandhi,

    Mahatma Lev Tolstoy, oppositioning to the war,
    Violence, I really want to've been to people's lives,
    Let me do a body in hot blood flowing

    Has the bones, meat,
    But only in my chest,
    With a beating heart,
    I can only have been to people's lives,
    Do a body
    Hot blood flowing
    Has the bones, meat,
    However, I have no heart, and how to do it?

    is a beautiful dream-God
    Told me, in my dreams,

    The dream-God with unlimited warm
    The fragrance of sound,
    Said to me - mud girl,

    You pick up that blue tall
    Hill behind
    Spring, you will be able to use this spring
    Create your heart. My master,
    I used my fragrance
    Sweet the sound, not the fast degrees
    Nor is the slow speed
    Unlimited feelings
    This singing,
    For my master,



    Exactly what I used to in the works of the great Italian artist Michelangelo.
    The great German poet Goethe works
    In the works of the great Russian writer Leo Tolstoy,
    The great French writer Romain Roland works
    In the works of the great British philosopher Bertrand Russell,
    Great American scientist Franklin's works,

    In the great Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore's works,
    Great Polish scientist Copernicus works
    In the works of the great Chinese thinker Confucius,
    Flows out of the sweet, beautiful spring
    And that [the Bible], [Quran]
    Buddhist classic,
    Taoist classic,
    The spirit of the ancient Hindu philosophy,

    Honey and milk flowed out,

    Flying out the fragrance of flowers, the sweet singing birds,
    Creating my heart,

    So, I said, is a beautiful Italian
    Beautiful Russian, Beautifu French,
    Beautiful German, Beautifu British,
    Beautifu America, , beautiful India,
    Beautiful Poland,
    Beautiful China,
    The compositions
    The formations of a mother,
    Gave birth to me - a daughter,
    Yes, I am beautiful Hebrew nation,

    Beautiful Arabs,s daughter,
    Without this strange,
    The magic's mother,

    I still
    Mud girl -
    That no heart
    Mud girl,

    My master,
    I used my fragrance, sweet sound
    Not fast degrees, not a slow speed,
    Infinite feelings , singing, For my master





    Fourth movement




    Now, I was living in that poet's hearts
    He has no home, no wife,
    He is very lonely,
    No one
    And talk to him,
    To share his pain,
    To share his joy,
    I accepted the invitation of the poet,
    Admitted to the soul of this poet's fragrance garden,

    But this poet, busy writing a novel,
    Drama, poetry, and to create a new philosophy,
    New ideas, new music,
    This poet no time,
    And talk to me, so,
    I live in this poet's fragrance
    Garden of the soul,
    Very depressed, do not know this poet,
    Love me or not, but I secretly
    I'm secretly in love with the poet,


    However, many people fall in love with me,

    Sings for me fiery love songs,

    When I sat in the mind of the poet beside the window,
    Singing bitter, sweet song,
    People found my beautiful charm
    They can not resist.
    How do I do it?

    I'm secretly in love with the poet,
    However, many people fall in love with me,


    Sings for me fiery love songs,
    To addressed me,

    how do I do it?

    Your opinion, what is it?
    My master,

    I used my fragrance, sweet sound
    Not fast degrees,
    Not a slow speed,
    Unlimited feelings,
    Such singing,
    For my master,


    -- You use mud
    I created, but my heart,

    I used the people do not know
    Many
    Secret, sweet spring water... And some other things,
    Composition, formed to create.
    My master,


    by Chinese poet fengwenshu starseven0

    2012,12,20,16,32

  • Rookie Starseven0 Starseven0 (12/26/2012 1:26:00 AM) Post reply

    [ Shiratori]

    Now, like black ice-mountain
    Gap, has transmitted the
    Ancient spirit sigh, In the gap of the
    Universe, Came the disturbing people mood, cold female singing
    Voice,this ,seems to be cut off the lifeline of Destiny goddess singing.

    Sound,his song predicted what, who lifeline,this destiny goddess is about to be cut off.
    My eyes, is searching in the boundless dark night Universe,
    From the East of the Universe, to the
    West, the South to the North, In the entire Universe,
    My vision, able to see the Place,

    All, searched ,found nothing suspicious place.
    Just when i close my eyes, to rest my eyes, suddenly, entire Universe,
    Suddenly, is a loud big roaring red light
    Lit up. Illuminated the Universe,
    This loud roaring red light,


    Illuminated,this loud big roaring red light,
    From that in the body of a black wave
    Of ,flew out, i must have to
    Defeat this black waves, kill the black wave,
    Never allow the black waves,

    Do
    My grave.
    The original, it is from that i know
    That shiratori mouth,
    Flying out of the red light.

    This
    Shiratori, in the body of the black wave,saw this,
    I had known suddenly that Destiny goddess singing, purpose
    If this hakucho,
    Not quickly escape from the body of this


    Black wave,
    This
    Shiratori will die. i
    Am very worried about this shiratori,suddenly because my
    Smpathy,

    Arising out of painful tears, blurred my eyes. shiratori answer i -
    Please do not worry,
    I
    must find a way to break this prison, and
    Will be able to live forever.

    That red light constantly growing and
    Expanding,
    This shiratori answered me-
    This is because of my self-consciousness, will, i love myself,
    So, red continuous growing
    -
    And expanding.
    Suddenly,
    I heard the thunder
    Of the red light, that the Universe
    That Invisible man thinking

    So,that shiratori and answered the invisible people -this is because that i suddenly Infinitely
    Gentle, sweet whispering,
    I love you, Mother Earth these words,
    This words

    Opened the thunder'
    Swarehouse, flying
    Out of the red light thunder,
    The white bird such sweet singing ,
    This is because i am falling


    Out of love broken heart,
    I felt
    Know when my
    Boundless despair,
    I-white bird, from my

    Own high on the mountain of boundless despair, , Into the body of this black wave.
    And at this time,
    Invisible
    Suddenly
    Big screaming--

    Ah, suddenly
    I am infinitely happy, because suddenly, the black wave spit this
    Shiratori. at this time, thesky,
    That continue to big explosive sound ringing 1000 thunder.
    And ,at this


    Time,
    That Shiratori
    Big screaming
    Ah, i
    Get happy, and free because i

    Was infinitely gentle, sweet said, i
    love you, Mother Earth,
    Suddenly, from my infinite mercy of Mother EARTH
    Flying the 1000 red thunder, scared the black wave,
    So the black wave

    Spit me, at
    This time, my
    Flood of tears of happiness, flying out of my
    Soul, eyes, and doves flew out of the night.
    Because, this time, i discovered, felt, know the EARTH Mother,


    Of
    This, i found, feeling, the EARTH Mother,
    Still helping me, at this time,
    Thousands of
    Strands of

    Powerful love
    Rope. from my
    Mother 's love.
    Flashing sting
    Eyes, beautiful silver rope love,






    Saved me from
    The danger zone, pull into the embrace of Mother EARTH.
    When i
    Feeling, know me, now, i
    Have returned the beauty of the Earth

    Mother's arms, i
    Enjoying this, my sweet boundless
    Happiness
    Time, then my body, began to spining,

    Spinning,
    Spinning.
    Ii think, if
    I am not
    The Earth Mother, express my love to Mother EARTH,


    If
    I am today, not create my own to save my own truth.the dark wave, It will be my grave, ycan see The power of love magic.the most dangerousTime in my life, i express my love to Mother EARTH,
    This expression, this love,
    Just saved me. i think, i created this gospel, if

    We can make
    The world, the desperate men, knowed the gospel, might be able to
    Save people in despair, and Love is the vitality, vigor,
    Hope, i
    Think so, i

    In the past, very envyed that
    Created, Or find out the truth of great men, now,
    I
    Envying
    Myself, because suddenly

    I
    Created my
    Own to saved my
    Own
    Truth, therefore, i very much envying i Own,

    Please answer me i can, or not, the envy of my own ?
    The white bird such sweet,
    heavy, boundless happiness,
    That
    No body, Invisible

    Man,
    This fragrance, sweet, beautiful,
    Happy singing, The invisible
    Man
    Sing





    fengwenshu
    starseven0 for,2012,10,18

  • Rookie Maryelle Anthony (12/9/2012 8:32:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Ich schrieb es mit Blut in den Schnee:
    “Ich vermisse dich und es tut so weh”
    Ich schrie es mit all meiner Kraft über die Dächer:
    “Wo bist du?” Alles was ich hörte war Gelächter.
    Ich weinte und dachte:
    “Alles nur wegen dir”
    Doch ich gab mir die Schuld dafür.
    Nun sitze ich hier und schreibe dieses Gedicht
    alles was ich weiß:
    Ist dass ich dich immer noch vermiss'.

    I wrote it in the snow with blood:
    “I miss you and it hurts so badly”
    I shouted it over the roofs with all my strength:
    “Where are you?” Everything I heard was laughter
    I cried and thought:
    “Everything just because of you”
    But I blamed myself.
    Now I'm sitting here writing this poem
    everything I know is:
    That I'm still missing you.


    This is my first German poem.

    It is somehow inspired by the fairytale snowwhite.
    For someone who meant a lot to me, but never really knew about that.

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    • Rookie Starseven0 Starseven0 (12/28/2012 2:14:00 AM) Post reply

      Hello Phoibe Hydra Merry Christmas I envy you, you writes poetry in German, Perhaps you are interested in these German Language Forum This address to you, http://german.about.com ... more

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