CONTEMPORARY POETRY
Posted on July 22, 2018 by magda
Maria Magdalena
Men called you light so as to load you down,
And burden you with their own weight of sin,
A woman forced to cover and contain
Those seven devils sent by Everyman.
But one man set you free and took your part
One man knew and loved you to the core
The broken alabaster of...
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Posted on July 21, 2018 by magda
I Thee Wed
She wasn’t taller than her doll-house.
She was still writing to Santa Claus.
Dark curly hair and wide open eyes
she piously kneeled piercing the skies.
She smiled to Heaven and silently said:
“With this heart I Thee wed!”.
She blossomed slowly as a dark Rose,
her wild thorns brought bleeding to her many foes.
Her...
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Posted on May 7, 2018 by magda
Rakkautta Helsingissä
Rakas,
mennään jonnekin missä
kukaan ei heittele meitä kuoleilla kaloilla.
Suudellaan kääpiötaatelipalmun katveessa
ja kerrostalojen katoilla.
Kaupunki avaa ovensa meille,
näyttää paikoja, joita me emme tunteneet,
joissa me olemme onnellisia.
Mennään siis sinne missä
kukaan ei heittele meitä kuoleilla kaloilla.
Jaakko Hämeen Anttila
…………………………………..
Iubite,
hai sa mergem undeva
unde nimeni nu arunca cu pesti morti in noi.
Sa ne sarutam la umbra curmalului
si...
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Posted on April 19, 2018 by magda
Before Midnight
BEFORE MIDNIGHT script ( the part Celine and Jesse start walking to the hotel….)….this is indeed a life lesson, no kitsch, no fantasy, no blog…This movie is part of the trilogy “BEFORE SUNRISE, BEFORE SUNSET, BEFORE MIDNIGHT”, the story of two teenagers meeting in ’93 at the age of...
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Posted on April 8, 2018 by magda
Noaptea Invierii 8.04.2018
Sunt singura in noaptea asta,
mai singura decat oricand,
bat clopotele peste tara
si eu le-aud la mine-n gand,
La mine-n suflet bate toaca
in ritmul inimii speriate
si oamenii isi iau Lumina
nebanuind lacrimi departe.
De cate ori Iisus invie
in lumea asta de duium?
De cate ori Golgota urca
ducandu-si crucea, ultim drum ?
Sunt singura in noaptea...
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Posted on March 21, 2018 by magda
Colour me gone
Colour me gone
I’m just a pawn
In life’s chess game
I’m just a non-
person, a yawn,
and all the same.
I take no heart,
I play no part
In this last act
I’m game for Art,
my counterpart,
and that’s a fact.
I know not why
I’m a far cry
from all that’s known
a harvest fly
of the wild rye.
colour me...
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Posted on January 17, 2018 by magda
When born in a winter evening one must love the darkness, one must accept the cold: in life, in nature, in people…Yes, I have a few true friends, but this is a blessing, isn’t it? LOVE YOU ALL, people! LOVE YOU LIFE!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂 I WAS BORN once again!!!!
Bielka
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Posted on January 17, 2018 by magda
Happy Birthday to me :)!
There once was a girl from Romania
who ate only nuts Macadamia
she drank only blood
(descendant of Vlad!)
Vampire, she lived through millennia.
Bielka
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Posted on December 16, 2017 by magda
Happy Birthday, Mika!
Vintage print
...
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Posted on November 12, 2017 by magda
Time in a frame
She’s tall, dark-haired, with sparkling eyes,
her fingers swift and sure,
bent over piano she cries,
her white neck’s long and pure.
She’s twenty two or twenty three,
and to the angels talking
she needs not notes for melody,
she plays as if sleepwalking.
The photo speaks volumes of her
and of that time in amber.
She...
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