amaryn poetry and pics 2013

I went for a walk to a village nearby
through fields below a breathtaking sky
I felt really good, I was thinking of you
as people in love always do
I wish I could hold you, but elsewhere you are
though deep in my heart you never seem far
I walk in my dreams beside you my love
and I never can dream enough

@I went for a Walk:Beautiful

Thank you, Doug. By the way: you like walking it seems, and so do I. The skies can often be truely amazing. I suppose our countries don't differ when it comes to a wide variety of cloudformations and colours. But nothing could beat the skies over the Scottish Highlands. ....

Originally Posted by amaryn

Thank you, Doug. By the way: you like walking it seems, and so do I. The skies can often be truely amazing. I suppose our countries don't differ when it comes to a wide variety of cloudformations and colours. But nothing could beat the skies over the Scottish Highlands. ....

I walk at night.It's still too warm for day time strolls.Today is 59 degrees as I write this.I'm going after sunset,no people,no fools to suffer.

I love her face
the tender touch
soon fills this place
I love her much
but whatever I do
or day to her-
she doesnot speak

she sips her tea
she walks around
she looks at me
she makes no sound but suddenly,
after a while,
she answers with a smile

she draws and paints
she writes her friends
she likes the rain
that never ends
whatever I do or say to her
she doesnot speak

she reads all kind of books
at night
I watch a movie at her side
then, suddenly, after a while
she answers with a smile

I've got that feeling
when you are around
of creation, inspiration
I've got that feeling
when you are around
of sweet sensation,
of inspiration

our world can change
and sure we must change
but a long way we can go
'cause your so sweet
so very sweet my baby
it's no wonder,
no wonder I love you so

I've got that feeling
when you cross my way
of rocking and dancing,
of romancing
I've got that feeling
when you cross my way
of spending the night
of being alright with you

our world can change
and sure it must change
but a long way we can go
'cause you're so sweet,
so very sweet my baby
it's no wonder,
no wonder I love you so!



written as a song in a bluesy , slow rhythm

Originally Posted by amaryn

Indeed, Frankie! You admit you would NEVER do it during the period of introversion. Thus I say "would rather need to open".
You see? That's the whole point

Dearest amaryn,

I do indeed get your meaning with explanation. Without explanation, however, the English connotation means the opposite of your intended meaning. That is:

closed windows
don't suit
introvert people

"Don't suit" = don't appeal to; don't "go with"; etc.

As an alternative, something like this would be more clear in meaning:

closed windows
don't help*
introvert people

closed windows
don't serve well*
introvert people

closed windows
don't save*
introvert people

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* These words can be taken either way; whereas "suit" definitely means to "fit" or "belong" to . . . Hope my explanation comes across well. I do think it is a hitch between your native/assimiliated/other languages in which "don't suit" expresses your true meaning. However, in plain English, No. Sorry, ammy. Sometimes I'm a hard-head.

Will be back when I can read your new poems! See you soon!

Yes indeed! You are so right! What I intend to say can be so well expressed by changing the verb into "don't help"! Thank you.
I must have a black out or something

Nice to have you around!

when you caressed me
you had suddenly four arms
and Venus smiled over seven hills
your eyes travelled countless lightyears
and your lips opened a thousand doors
and I was a glacier
melting under the sunlight

sometimes I wish
I were a graceful
flamingo
or then again I would like
to be
a huge hat
to hide from the sun -
or a beach
exposed to autumn winds

Originally Posted by amaryn

Yes indeed! You are so right! What I intend to say can be so well expressed by changing the verb into "don't help"! Thank you.
I must have a black out or something

Nice to have you around!

Thank you, amaryn. Don't give it another thought. I have never learned another language so well that I could even write a note with full grammatical correctness. You must understand how much I appreciate the skills of those, like you, who utilize English so very well--better than many Americans--when this is not their mother-language. Your poems are wonderful. I still must get caught up on all of them, though!

questions


were you there where beauty was born
when larks started singing in trees
when mermaids blowing their horn
started sailing the Seven Seas
were you there where joy prevailed
when darkness retreated without
restoring the things that had failed
and nobody talked about
were you there as a foe or a friend
when all seemed to fall apart
were you there to pick up the pieces
of my bewildered heart?

a white person
writing phrases full of black humour
is not always
a welcome person
a black person
telling a white lie
neither

I'm still not totally caught up with you, amaryn, but "questions" . . . a love poem: You have written a few before, but this one is the most direct and open. I'm sure your shubby is happy when you share your romantic thoughts with her, even if they are not about her, she--no doubt--is the inspiration for the positive portion of your poem! [Whew! what a long sentence!] Thank you amaryn--you continue to branch out in your poetry.

Questions:As good as Steven Stills' song of the same name.High praise indeed!
Spring:Another great addition to your collection

in a garden with japanese cherries
blossomming day and night
I heard you, tender words whispering
sitting there by my side
it seemed that the trees were smiling
as if they could well understand
their branches bowing towards me
"be glad she calls you her friend"
that garden I like to remember
the blossoms I smell in my dreams
her words of love, always so tender
forever alive it seems

A garden of love:Lovely

rocking under a metal moon
baby, why to leave so soon?
let us breathe the scent of life
sharpen it with your own knife
feeling tired is not for us
why on earth to make a fuss?
baby, love to see you swing
queen of rhythm, make me king
baby, love to see you sweat
under that moon I'm looking at!

this pic look like a view from my country,,,

I don't read many poems, but yours are really great! I'm so happy you told me about them! They are amazing! A garden of love and Questions are my favorites! Awesome job!