Tag: Poems

Via Est Vita

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Hello God!

Thank You for the roads we choose and are chosen. Via Est Vita – Road is life.

We have just come back from our very big and wonderful journey. And I know really it is true the road is life. For 25 days we have covered 7214 km! We have been in 6 countries (Poland, Germany, Netherlands, Belgium, France, Luxembourg) and lived in 7 places.

OurRoad

“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say…”

J.R.R. Tolkien reflects my thoughts in a very accurate way by this poem. Beautiful words are warming my soul gently.

LaTerre

La Terre (The Earth) is rich, beautiful and generous. We all are gifted by her. You know my mind is dancing colourful cancan now but in this versicoloured mess I have found the main motive: we all are blessed by this possibility to live and see this beauty of life.

Roads are La Terre’s veins where blood of life circulates in.

Statue

The photos were taken in Versailles garden. We were there I will tell about this gorgeous place later. Travelling clarifies the beauty of life. I know now how I am blessed by this possibility to live, see and feel the beauty with my family.

In my today’s dream I was flying in the sky for the first time in my adult life, I am happy and smiling writing these words. Thank you for sharing the road which is my life.

Love Sonata

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Hello God!

Thank You for my romantic heart. It is inspired by the paintings of Dorina Costras to tell you a love story today.

End of the day
No other way

Mister Sun goes to hide
Lady Moon shines bright

After sun burns
Moonlight turns

Never ending ritual
Life’s marital or burial

SunMoon

Moon wants to meet his love
Which is the ever sun above

Lady Moon drops his endless tears
As millions of glittering stars

SunMoonLove

End of the night
Dawn’s beautiful sight

Moon must fade
Sun gets awake

ImpossibleLove

Sun seems to sparkle with love
Like a huge golden dove

Moon’s ever dark sadness
Sun’s eternal light gladness

Never ending story
Of an impossible love

by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel

Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven tells us why it rains when the Moon cries… Thank you for sharing this poetically beautiful moment.

Bird Flies

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Hello God!

Thank You for this possibility to make each other better. My daughter asked me about a birds in a cages we have seen in the zoo: “Why are these birds in the cages? In my fairy tales birds live in a magic forest.” I explained that the zoo is a kind of hospital for a sick birds. Its will live in a forest when a doctor allows. 5 y.o. is a good age for this story, daughter is satisfied by my answer.

“God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.” Jacques Deval sarcastically said. The words mirror human approach to nature, but in our will to help each other to become better, kinder and in the end make a little creature free. I mean “little creature” in the wide sense. We all have something or somebody to free.

CagedBird

I love poems by Alexander Pushkin. The special one for today is “The Little Bird”.

Here in a foreign land
I perform an ancient rite:
I free a bird from my hand
in Spring’s cascading light.

Cage

The act consoles my heart,
how can I grudge God’s will;
if I can grant, to some small part
of Creation, freedom, still?

CageDress

A models walks the runway in the Agatha Ruiz De La Prada show during Milan Fashion Week Women wear Autumn/Winter 2009.  (Photo by Vittorio Zunino Celotto/Getty Images).

Thank you for your help to make me better. Happy Friday!

Lullaby for Summer

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Hello God!

Thank You very much for this last day of Summer. Vladimir Gusev, Russian artist, helps me to sing a lullaby for our Angel of Summer.

SummerDream

When the bright clouds that escort the moon on its flight
Light a pale golden sky as the dusk turns to night;
You’ll visit your dreamland of magic and grace,
Where angels brush stardust from your smiling face.

SummerKite

So walk in your dreams through the star-scattered night.
Surrounded by moonbeams, you’ll rest in the light
Of all those who love you, so blessed by your charms;
As light as a feather, you rest in their arms.

SummerLove

You’ll rest in a forest, so silent and deep,
Where velvet moss pillows a unicorn’s sleep;
And bright fairy lanterns will shimmer and glow
Through the darkness to guide you wherever you go.

SummerAngel

So walk in your dreams through the star-scattered night.
Surrounded by moonbeams, you’ll rest in the light
Of all those who love you, so blessed by your charms;
As light as a feather, you rest in their arms.

Sleep well, dear Angel of Summer. We will meet in our Winter dreams…

Thank you for our happy Summer. We are fulfilled by sunny rays and happy to meet the next season of happiness. I know, I promise.

King Sings

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Hello God!

Thank You for the 29th of August. Today is Great, today is the Birthday of Michael Jackson!

He is special for me. I remember his first concert in Moscow in 1993. Who says that USSR is totalitarian if Michael Jackson is walking there?

MichaelJacksonin Moscow

Oh, more than that he is marching and conducting the orchestra of the Soviet Union Army in the uniform!

He is missing the press conference devoted to his visit and goes to Moscow’s orphanage with presents for children.

MichaelHeart

“I’m Starting With The Man In
The Mirror
I’m Asking Him To Change
His Ways
And No Message Could Have
Been Any Clearer
If You Wanna Make The World
A Better Place
Take A Look At Yourself, And
Then Make A Change”

King is singing. He has a lot of faces. I do hope that my face is his too because I believe I can make a change. Kadir Nelson‘s painting can help find your own face.

Michael Jackson

We all are responsible for making a change. Happy Birthday, Michael!

You know writing this post was a very emotional. My eyes were fulfilled by tears when I watched the video and I was smiling to see my own eyes in the mirror.

Thank you for a change we are making together now.

Paper Heart

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Hello God!

Thank You for Your Inspiration to create our happy today. My today is wonderful. I was playing with my daughter in our favorite game “Create a dress and Wear a paper dolls” when my daughter had asked the question: “Mummy, has a paper doll got a heart?” You know it was Insight.

We are wearing the clothing to become more attractive, we are smiling to show our communicative skills because the big boss loves us in this role. How often do we remember about what inside us is? Today my 5 y.o. daughter has reminded me about the important thing. I am here to share it with you.

Simone Pfister, I have met her today, print-makes a wonderful paper dresses but not for a paper dolls. Her dresses are masterpieces of art created for touching our hearts.

Flourish

Flourish

Take a piece of paper

and draw a little heart

What to write within?

Well, your name’s a start.

Tape it to your chest,

wear it, proud and smart.

Gardens

Gardens of Dark and Bright

Let the world know

that you have a paper heart.

Easy made, easy torn,

and easy to replace.

ArtFlower

Art is the Flower

To have a paper heart

is to have a paper face.

Expressions changed easily

Smiles thrown aside.

BeautifulHeart

A Beautiful Heart

Wear this paper exposition,

hide your tears with pride.

No nerves here from heart to face,

emotions cast away.

Present yourself, miniscule but effortlessly,

for you wear a paper heart (it’s the latest trend, anyway).

 

Tuk, tuk, tuk, Hello my darling! It is me, your heart. I am beating inside you…

Thank you for listening your heart now. This moment is precious, we are.

Happy Birthday, Margarita!

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Hello God!

Thank You for my daughter. Today she is 5 y.o.! 

Daughter

You are beautiful,
my tiny child,
wrapped tightly in my arms,
close to my heart.
I listen to you breathing.
I count your fingers
and your toes.
Helpless,
you cried out to me
and I love you
with every ounce of my soul.

Margarita

I remember the day
You took your first step.
There was no stopping you.
Your feet gave you freedom
to explore the world
like never before
but danger lurked.

I opened those doors anyway,
cautiously,
and introduced
you to the world.

MargaritaWorld

Thank you, Margarita, for You!

You have transformed my life into a fairytale,

My world has changed, and will never be the same.
Because my child, you are an angel from heaven to me,
You, my darling, are my most unforgettable dream.
Happy Birthday, Dear Daughter!

Thank you for this possibility to share with you my happiness and love.

Dangerous Dance

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Hello God!

Thank You for this possibility to share a funny picture I have just found. I am feeling your smiles and our vibrations are able to brighten the whole Universe now. We do not waste our lives!

The caricature is from satirical Soviet magazine “Krokodil”. It seems people in the USSR loved to laugh on imperialistic trends and fashion.

rock-n-roll

Imitators

We’ll not argue with Darwin

His teaching is without blemish.

He is right:

In the past, people

Evolved from orangutans.

The century progressed

But rock and roll displaced all plans

And in this dance

Human

Is not distinguished from orangutans.

Thank you for your happiness and Good Night! I am going to smile in my dreams because of You.

Daughter Grows

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Hello God!

Thank You for this possibility to breath and enjoy Sunday. Today is a rainy day and I have a happy time to write these words. My daughter is sitting on my knees playing in a fashion game with iPad now. She asks my advices what dress to wear and I feel her trust. I enjoy and love our understanding.

I am meditating about our future now. Will we still be a good friends when my daughter is a teenager? I have found a wonderful story I am happy to share with you. Sure you recognize today’s personages on the photos.

Madonna

In the second grade,

My mom made me wear dresses everyday.
My mom would part my hair down the middle and make two long braids with colorful hair ties.
I would go to school and the boys would make fun of my dresses.
The boy that sat behind me would pull my braids anytime I said something smart.

Lourdes2Lourdes

In the fourth grade,

I told my mom I could dress myself, but she still had to approve of every outfit.
I told my mom I was old enough to style my own hair.
I would go to school and the boys would make fun of my weight instead of my clothes.
The boy that sat behind me would sit next to me and call me names for being the stupid one in smart classes.

Lourdes5

In the seventh grade,

I told my mom that I didn’t care what she thought.
I cut my long hair shoulder length.
I started wearing dark makeup.
The boys didn’t make fun of my weight but they would ask me out as a joke.
The boy that sat behind me and then next to me, liked me and texted me every night saying how pretty I was.

Lourdest

In the ninth grade,

My mom wasn’t awake to see what I wore to school.
I regretted the very day I decided to cut my hair.
The boys that called me fat; left me alone because they found someone bigger to pick on.
The boy that sat behind me asked me for a naked picture and I said no.
He called me a fat, ugly, prude and never talked to me again.

Lourdes

In the tenth grade,

My mom borrowed my clothes and I borrowed hers.
My hair fell out but I wanted it to grow.
Boys no longer call me fat because they never saw me eat.
And the boy that sat behind me wanted me back.
I cried myself to sleep and hid my wrists in my sleeve.

MadonnaandLourdes

It’s funny how many things changed since the second grade…

by Caroline.

Thank you for sharing this moment together.

Have a happy understanding supporting friendship with your children today and always!

My Dolls

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Hello God!

Thank You for a friendship we are inspired by. My today’s post was born because of my new friend Sindy. Her blog is fascinating. She asked me whether my Soviet childhood was different from her American one. My childhood was sweet, I even create a poem inspiring by my happy memories. To feel the differences it will be nice to hear your opinion.

I suppose all children with loving father and mother are happy on the both side of our planet. Childhood is the pink period when American democracy or Soviet totalitarianism mean nothing. My Soviet childhood is from 80s. The Soviet Union was blooming in building Communism and my parents were a happy helpers working at the factory. My education was partly a responsibility of the Soviet Union. Kindergarden was for children from 1 y.o. Mother should go to work. All Soviet people should work, as you know, unemployment was solved by the law of Communist Party.

The future builders of Communism should be a harmoniously developed person. By the way I like this idea. Every child studied and learned to play a musical instruments and sports for free. Every child knew the ballet “Swan Lake” by Peter Tchaikovsky and the 2nd Concerto for the piano with orchestra by Sergey Rachmaninov. This classic pieces were main in the TV program when funeral of General Secretary of the Communist Party was in the day. I remember the funerals of Leonid Brezhnev, Yuri Andropov and Konstantin Chernenko. It was funny but child’s playing with a toys with a sounds of a classical masterpiece solved important educational task how to teach to love classical music.

You see a photos of a dolls from USSR soviet children played with. We did not know who Barbie was at all.

We were happy because we knew nothing about Afghanistan, the Cold War, Berlin Wall. We will know the sad truth later…

MyDolls

My dolls house is a pretty home
Where spirit of childhood lives,
Happy spirit of memories
Lullabies and warm milk.

DollDoll1

My dolls ballerinas dance
“Swan Lake” on my soul scene
Theatre Orchestra is perfect for
Harmony opens the skies.

My dolls play the harp and the violin softly at night,
Angelic fingers nimbly moving in the moonlight.

SchoolUniform

My dolls always act for me.
Supporting my happiness and
Keeping the spirit of music
I listen inside my dreams.

PioneerBelGirl

My dolls have a radiant faces,
Reflecting my soul in their eyes.
Childhood is sweetness
Childhood is light…

DollGardener

My dolls garden where
Roses are blooming,
Beautiful gardener protects
The thoughts floating in my head.

Dollove

My dolls house is a pretty home
Full by endless love for me.

Please do not believe in the Soviet evil and Communist demons. There are no black and white colors here. We all are just the Earth people.

Thank you for the peace in your soul we have just created.

Have a peaceful weekend!