STORIES

Innocence

                  Innocence When falling off the cliff they cry,hurting the iris of their eye,flying before they learn to fly,whose words will kiss their tears to dry?I am the Catcher in the Rye. The Fallen knows the Catcher’s dreamto keep alive th’ innocent gleam.The Catcher feels the Fallen’s sense:“Don’t kill the heart of  Innocence!Let...Read More »

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I kid you not

                  I Kid You Not My eyes tell always: “I shan’t!”when people want the hunters’ hunt,yet, in their hunt I have been caught,I kid you not. At times I’m Arthur and Merlin,my thoughts as swords come out and in,Aye, with my crabbit thoughts I fought,I kid you not. While running on piano chordmy fingers...Read More »

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The Wedding Photo

                                The Wedding Photo They stood there smiling in black and whiteholding their fingers tender and tight.They knew the secrets of a past tense heartthey knew of a future “till death do us part”. They tell a story that starts with “I do!”.They dream of a lifetime witnessed by two.They hold their crowns...Read More »

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Whose voice?

                  Whose voice?   Writing could be only a struggle with death and sometimes a victory over it. Nothing dies more entirely in the human mind than the hidden memory of the first steps, the first spoken words and childhood’s first glance of life. I have never sifted life, never hunted for it,...Read More »

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Apart

Apart Her eyes were shivering a tear while the old year was shot she softly sighed “Happy New Year!” And dried the tearful thought. Her eyes were echoing the heart its beating ten to one the counted seconds, whole in part, made future be outrun. Her eyes kissed Mother’s loving hands and Father’s forehead gray they cry in their faraway lands and...Read More »

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Acrostic II

                  Acrostic II Lilac whispers to the skies: “Echo her blue heaven eyes Early opened wide and wise!” Never have I seen sapphire Anchoring the soul to fire.   Kind, majestic lilacs tree Upon fate with petals three Rendering our destiny. Knowingly forgo your spheres Eyelids hiding mighty tears Lay your incense on us...Read More »

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Acrostic I

  Acrostic I Gardening the Eden Anchoring the clouds Earthed to be a maiden Loving all the crowds   Blessed by all good Fates Ageless to be Gardening the Eden Earthly poetry.       Maria Magdalena Biela ...Read More »

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Acrostic

Acrostic Reveal your self and let me feel Inside your soul that’s closed with seal Canvas of thoughts, colors of dream, Harpist of senses that shyly gleam Are you the Only? Are you the One? Redeeming the words from Death’s caravan? Do what you must for Love, be Madman! Just be the...Read More »

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Hiljaisuuden runous / The poetry of silence

                        Puhua Eino Leinosta on kuin huutaisi valtavaan luolaan: monien sukupolvien kaiku vastaa. Jotkut tunsivat hänet, toiset ovat rakastaneet häntä tuntematta häntä. Moniin sydämiin on jäänyt hänen runoutensa, tunteensa, hänen intohimoisen elämänsä liekki. Minulle, eteläiselle kasville, joka yritän juurtua Pohjolan eksoottiseen kulttuuriin, Eino Leino on Suomen Mihai Eminescu. Tutustuin häneen eräänä toukokuun iltana,...Read More »

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