Poems – Page 4 – Glorialana Magazine

Prince August

Published on August 1, 2015 by Glorialana23 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for this very moment when I have a happy possibility to write to you a story feeling your light breath and beautiful eyes. Your heart is beating with mine in unison – we live and have a miraculous life!

Just as a life is made of days, so are days made of moments. There are a thousand tiny miracles that punctuate our days. Flora Forager has blessed my today by her beautiful art and I am here to bless yours.

The prince August is on his galloping horse. He is in love, he is in hurry to save her. The prince are kissing his princess…

“Wake up, my Princess! Wake up, Glorialana! I am the prince. My name is August. You were enchanted by evil Baba Yaga. My younger brothers, the prince June and the prince July, were not strong enough to awake you. My kiss is awaking. My love is true.

I am here to take you to Paris on the wings of love.”

“Est-ce vous, mon prince? Vous vous êtes bien fait attendre – Are you my prince? You’ve kept me waiting a long time” the princess said.

The prince August charmed by her words… He knows how to express his joy. He promises happiness in every moment!

This summer rain

I am bringing to you

Tender petals of drops

Kissing your lips.

We are riding a bike,

We are flying on our own.

We are singing with the wind

Dancing on our happy faces.

We have ice cream,

The best in Paris

Bubble-gum pink,

It is sweet and yummy.

Tea pot is on,

The cups are waiting,

Mint flavor is refreshing

Nightgale sings, the moment is perfect.

I wake up and celebrate the moment! Thank you, the prince August for your magical kiss.

A life well lived is firmly planted in the sweet soil of moments. The prince August have kissed our lips and his touch promises happiness. We need just unwrap his hidden treasures by open a simple moment.

Have a happy August!

Thank You, Granny!

Published on May 8, 2015May 11, 2015 by Glorialana26 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for my Granny. Her name is Nadezhda and she is 87 y.o. “Nadezhda” means hope. And today, in Victory Day, I am kneeling to my grandmother to say “Thank You, Granny!”

On 9 May 2015 we commemorate the 70th anniversary of the capitulation of Nazi Germany in 1945. The Victory Day Parade marks Victory in the Second World War at the Eastern Front, on the same day as the signing of the German act of capitulation to the Allies in Berlin, at midnight of May 9, 1945.

My grandmother is the keeper of the tree of my family’s life. This idea is inspiring for my daughter and she has painted the picture as a present to her grand-grand mother on Victory Day.

In 1945 my grandmother was 17 y.o. She is a child of the war…

Because of her tears the roots of our tree are kept alive.

Thank You, dear Granny, for Peace and this beautiful May we are living in now. Thank You, Granny, for blooming flowers in your garden we are nurturing with love from our hearts. Thank You, dear Granny, for the gift of hope we are inheriting from You.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGPfMXrPyaA

Our way is clear and happy.

We see the war in a movies…

Universe of Somewhere

Published on March 12, 2015 by Glorialana6 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for Hope about different world. We know nothing about this world but it exists – we hope. Terry Pratchett went to unknown Universe just a couple hours ago. He died “with his cat sleeping on his bed, surrounded by his family” – I am reading in TheGuardian with a deep sadness in my heart.

Why we are sad if we know and have hope about existence of the Universe of Somewhere?

I have stumbled upon on the fascinating divine synchronisation when I thought about Terry and his influence on my life I have found these paintings by Victor Nizovtsev.

Here I recognise Terry and the Universe of Somewhere he is in now.

I have heard of a place called Somewhere –

But did not knew where it can be…

Divine white Swan delivered you in perfect time,

No doubts. You know it now.

The Moon had lived in your old portmanteau

Before you were delivered here.

You change the Sky with your stairway.

The Moon happily sparkles in Somewhere.

Sweet cupcakes dusted with sugar of your dreams

Are shining in every reading eyes,

Our fantasy world you realised and for you

Somewhere is not a Surprise!

Harvest of Stars you joyfully collect

In a bag as big as your heart

With angelic help, you remember,

You always wrote about Somewhere.

We are crying, of course, on the Earth,

We are chopping onion here.

Your books stay with us and we are happy –

We know something about Somewhere!

Good Bye, Terry Pratchett! Have a happy and adventurous trip in the Universe of Somewhere!

Spring Waltz

Published on March 10, 2015 by Glorialana10 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for Spring. “The World is very old; but every Spring it grows young again…” We are all young and lucky to live and feel the Joy of Spring!

Let’s celebrate the season of new hope and of new beginning! I have chosen some dresses by the House of Dior, of course, because who has doubts in that Dior created Woman? We are going to whirl in a waltz by brilliant Johann Strauss in a beautiful dresses. And a happy Voice of Spring is really sweet and promising!

The lark rises into the blue,
the mellow wind mildly blowing;
his lovely mild breath revives
and kisses the field, the meadow.

Spring in all its splendour rises,
ah, all hardship is over,
sorrow becomes milder,
good expectations,
the belief in happiness returns;
sunshine, you warm us,
ah, all is laughing, oh,oh awakes!

A fountain of songs is rising,
who has been silent for too long;
from the brush sounds clear and light
the sweet voice again!

Ah, gently the nightingale lets
stream the first notes,
so as not to disturb the queen;
hush, all you other singers!

More powerful soon chimes her sweet voice.
Oh, soon, oh, oh soon!
Ah……..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skE6c2gdTZs

Spring Waltz is in air, dance it with me and enjoy the beating of our heart! I love your eyes with sparkling blue and green vibrations synchronised with the rhythm of the music. We are whirling in waltz…

Thank You for dance and inspiration and have a happy Spring!

La Habanera

Published on February 5, 2015 by Glorialana8 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for Carmen. By Your Great Inspiration Prosper Merimee had created Carmen on the paper and Georges Biset had inhaled the Soul to her! What’s the brilliance of melody, harmony, atmosphere and orchestration! Carmen is a rare rose, she breathes with every drops of the rain of Love, true Love she exists because of.

Carmen lives in Seville. And you know the International Flamenco Fashion Show has opened there. You are lucky if you are in Seville until 8 February – you can see this fantastic show.

La Habanera is for today!

When will I love you?
My Lord, I don’t know,
Maybe never, maybe tomorrow.
But not today, that’s for sure.

Love is a rebellious bird
That none can tame,
And it is well in vain that one calls it
If it suits him to refuse
Nothing to be done, threat or prayer.
The one talks well, the other is silent;
And it’s the other that I prefer
He says nothing but he pleases me.

Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a gypsy’s child,
It has never, never known the law;
If you do not love me, I love you;
If I love you, take guard yourself!

Passion

The bird you hoped to catch
Beat its wings and flew away …
Love is far, you can wait for it
You no longer await it, there it is.

All around you, swift, swift,
It comes, goes, then it returns …
You think to hold it fast, it flees you
You think to flee it, it holds you.

Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a gypsy’s child,
It has never, ever, known a law;
Love me not, then I love you;
If I love you, you’d best beware!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=84jgG90tVc8

Thank you for sharing with me my fascination of Carmen. I love your smile – I am here to see and feel a sparkles in your eyes. Today the sparkles are from Spain!

A Tiny Cup of Coffee

Published on February 3, 2015February 3, 2015 by Glorialana9 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for my beige mood today. Warning up with a cup of latte I enjoy my winter blue in a dreams. The inviting aroma of coffee and cream tickles my nose and by the neural canals the most romantic memories are awaking in my brain and wrapping me up in a cozy blanket of Love.

I see in the “1902 Doll” by Robert Piguet endless tenderness and feel beauty of being alive. My latte is Beige, the doll is in Beige. And a love story is in the air.

It has all begun with a tiny cup of coffee. Elisabeth is the piano teacher and between a lessons she loves to enjoy her coffee break in a cafe. “Oh, I can catch a happy dose of silence together with cinnamon aroma and creamy taste of my coffee here – my noisy pupils are so nice, but I need, I desperately need 5 minutes of rest” – we are unintentional listeners of a beautiful conversation.

“I am Robert, a writer. Could I join to you for sharing a happy dose of reflections and coffee? I will be silent, I promise” – she nodded and a smile touched her eye corners.

Robert and Elisabeth are sitting together on their regular table in absolute silence but clouds above their cups of coffee tell us about their hearts beating in Love unison. We see it and know it for sure…

She have found an envelope under the door when her last lesson ended tonight. “Dear Elisabeth! Due to our “silent minutes”, please, allow me to open my heart in this letter – I know, I know you can think that I am a coward but I do respect our silence dose, so to say you something in the minutes of our meetings is impossible for me. And you know I am a writer…” – a tears of happiness are rolling down her cheeks.

“There is no moment of my life when you are not a part of me; you hold my heart; you guard my soul; you guide my dreams so tenderly… And if my will might be done, and all I long for could come true, with perfect joy I would choose to share eternity only with you.” Robert writes in a hope.

They sit in silence as usual with a tiny cups of coffee. “Oh, what’s the sounds!” – the engagement ring is in her cup! “Yes, I do” – she’s whispering…

“Through all of our seasons this will be certain; this will be constant, shining and true: with the gift of your heart you gave my life meaning; and I’ll spend a lifetime cherishing you.”

The “Grande Valse brillante” in E♭ Major by Frédéric Chopin is the hymn to their Love!

Enjoy your cup of coffee and your true love will find you. I know, I promise. I am the piano teacher.

February Strings

Published on February 2, 2015February 2, 2015 by Glorialana7 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for the treasure I am gifted for today and this possibility to share it. I have stumbled on the guitar. Oh, the Guitar! It is the most romantic musical instrument of my life. Oh, girl, do you remember the guy from the University who played the guitar and your heart was melting as a burning candle?..

This dazzling Pine Cone Stratocaster guitar was created by Fender senior master builder Yuriy Shishkov. 550 diamonds, blue hand-stained finish recreates appearance of the Fabergé Pine Cone Easter Egg. What’s the Masterpiece!

In sweet nostalgia my heart is singing these words of a poem of unknown romantic guy:

His guitar glows,
Like endless flow,
Of glittering stars,
Late at night.

Dance my heart,
In ecstasy,
Caress me,
With his melody divine,
My heart beats in tempo.

A rapture love,
Of eternal bliss,
Seduce me,
For the night,
And take me deeper,
To the endless flow,
Of glittering stars.

We all are the soloists in the Universe’s rock band and our hearts sing in unison if we are on the right strings! February promises sweet love tones. Moonlight Sonata is for tonight.

Happy and sweet February!

Weatherhythmic Motet

Published on January 30, 2015January 30, 2015 by Glorialana17 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for a snowstorm today. I am singing a cheerful motet with the wind and snow on my face. My cheeks are healthily pink and nose is red. I feel pulsation of Life in every snowflakes dancing around.

Thinking about this post I have found a treasure. I have discovered a very talented and original artist Nathalie Miebach! Perhaps you have heard about her, but for me she is new and she is genius. I am very grateful for today’s snow storm because of this weather I have met so gifted person.

In music, polyphony refers to a piece that has more than one voice, melody, or theme. Polyphony means “many voices” or “two or more independent melodic parts sounded together.” Motet is a polyphonic composition with more than one text sung simultaneously.

Nathalie creates and sings her own motets. She translates scientific data poliphonically related to meteorology, astronomy and oceanography into woven sculptures and musical scores using the methodologies and processes of both science and art.

The different voices or melodies have relatively equivalent importance and explore a complementary theme. With two main independent voices she creates her sculptures – Nathalie attended astronomy classes at Harvard University and studied basket weaving with a local craft artist. Every element of her sculptures has a numerical logic based on historical data.

The voices in a motet are rhythmically independent yet coordinated, the higher voices moving faster than the lower ones. My Weatherhythmical Motet are in 3 singing voices – Bass, Alto, Soprano.

My feet are singing with the ice in low low Bass. The Earth is the contrabass.

My hands theme is in Alto. My body is its cello.

My eyelids are so high Soprano. Snowflakes play the violin of my eyes.

Three different voices are in perfect Harmony of the divine polyphonic vibrations of today’s snow storm. It is beautiful.

Thank you for singing with me the Motet. Together we are magical choir.

Christmas Arabesque

Published on December 24, 2014December 24, 2014 by Glorialana11 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for Christmas!

As Today’s present, please accept my fresh-created Arabesque with wonderful pictures generously spiced by my heart’s rays and soul’s smiles.

Beautiful Angel of Winter

In her best snowstorm lace dress

Lining by glistering pearls

Covers a trees by a shimmering shawl.

Christmas Angel by His wings is

Drawing a pictures of frosty patterns –

Windows are His tender eyes

We are reflecting in.

Bright stars smile to children

Playing with angels at Today’s golden morning

Snow Man from brilliant snowflakes

Is happily smiling arising.

Snow Parade of White Peace is

Marching by Spirit of Joy.

Angel of Christmas are leading

With sun sounds of His trumpet.

Make a Wish with a taste of snowflakes

Miraculous dance of Universe atoms

You are feeling… Light is inside You,

Christmas Angel loves You.

May your life be colorful magnificent, shimmering and joyful, as the magic of Christmas spreads on you Merry Christmas! Hug You with tenderness and warmness my entire being can produce.

Privet, Pushkin!

Published on December 18, 2014August 28, 2015 by Glorialana18 Comments

Hello God!

Thank You for Pushkin. He is my favourite poet since I am 3 y.o. A memories from childhood define a happiness as a feeling which influences on whole life.

As for me happiness is a December’s evening and my mother or grandmother is reading for me a fairy tale by Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin. I am sitting near a window and feeling the North breath of Ded Moroz. I am dancing as a ballerina with snowflakes and the words of fairy poetry by Pushkin are our rhythmic pulse of music of imagination…

Today I am reading Pushkin’s fairy tales for my daughter.

Oh, do you recognise our old friend cat Vasya? Happy meeting has happened today and Vladimir Rumyantsev, the painter, has illustrated it.

In snow St. Petersburg along Neva embarkment Alexandr Pushkin is in hurry to his beloved Natasha with a thoughts about a new fairytale. “Privet, Pushkin!” he suddenly stopped and saw a small creature – a cat. “Mmm, sorry, I heard your voice?” Pushkin is puzzled. “And you think a cats can only myay-maya-meowing” Vasya frowned, and said, “I am special, I can read your thoughts – and what you are keeping in your mind now is actually not a fairytale“.

“Could you help me, dear Vasya to create a good poem?” Alexandr asked, “instead I provide a plate of milk and my warm company for you”. “Mmmmyay I should think for a moment,” answered Vasya.

“Well, let’s go and write! Our happy duet is going to create” Pushkn and Vasya said in unison.

“There’s a green oak by the bay,
on the oak a chain of gold:
a learned cat, night and day,
walks round on that chain of old:
to the right – it spins a song,
to the left – a tale of wrong.
Marvels there: the wood-sprite rides,
in the leaves a mermaid hides:
on deep paths of mystery
unknown creatures leave their spoor:
huts on hen’s legs you can see,
with no window and no door…”

My daughter loves the story and we are inspired to create together this Christmas tree decoration.

Vasya continues to dictate:

“And I was there and I drank mead,
I saw the green oak by the sea,
I sat there while the learned cat
told its stories – here’s one that
I remember, and I’ll unfurl,
a story now for all the world…”

Please enjoy Vasya and Pushkin’s masterpiece.

Thank you, my reader, for your smile and light from your beautiful eyes because of you I am here.

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