01 Writing Pen
01 The Lion King 02 Greetings To England 03 About Irin 04 Blessed Love 05 A Sermon 06 A Sonnet I 07 A Sonnet II 08 Silent Gathering
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Behold the great lion of Narnia
The little white lamb so meek and gentle
For whom a never-ending hossana
Is humbly sung with all sense of marvel
By his might his reign will be forever
For with his life he has made all his own
Each soul thus living under his power
With his majesty they will now be known
Blessed are those who have truly chosen
To follow him the once and future king
For unto them a joy song is given Writing Pen
By which the heavens shall unite to sing Soneta 001
Thus with the banner of their gracious Lord Anglicia
The army of love shall proclaim the word AD 2002
To England a land so gentle and fair
With all affection I give my greetings
Now is the moment when I truly care
To remember her with my deep feelings
In some distant past there was I happy
Living and learning with my whole intent
Absorbing in awe England’s great story
With sincere wishes for my own homeland
Thinking of England in anguish I sigh
For my dear country in its present state
Writing Pen Ceaselessly I pray that it would survive
Soneta 002 Even if at times it all seems so late
Anglicia Through its struggles England has grown strong
AD 2002 May my country too I hope before long
03 About Irin
Irin was a boy that I used to know
A good-hearted one with a friendly smile
His strange little car driving very slow
Everywhere brought us sitting cramped inside
I once knew he was after a model
Joy was her name with great body posture
Being kindly and ever so gentle
He almost became her own pet creature
I think Irin looked almost like Tom Cruise
Although with his own colour and bearing
Of him my memory is rather loose Writing Pen
It has been years since our last meeting Soneta 003
In those by-gone days he created a gang Anglicia
( * Ku-Bil ) Wild Horse* was its name which he daily sang AD 2002
04 Blessed Love
I bless the day when love found me alone
Being very lost in my far wandering
Tired and bruised by an endless fighting
Against a dark force that would not be gone
It was so joyful to enter the bond
And receive a cooling touch of healing
Which to my wounded soul was heartening
Making it ready even to fight on
But, nothing could truly last forever
Already now I begin to loose it
Writing Pen What I had before seem to be nowhere
Soneta 10 Feeling fearful I follow every lead
Petrarca Trying to keep love by word and by deed
AD 2002 Surely I would find it again somewhere
05 A Sermon
Although you can, you will never hide
From the deep sorrows of a broken heart
You can close your eyes, yet seeing inside
All the painful things which broke you apart
As you try so hard to resist the voice
Thinking probably it is the best choice
That sweet inner call would always remain
As if by the soul forever retained
And as you begin to numb your senses
Wanting to ignore a love so divine
It would still shine on seeking to refine Writing Pen
Your unhappy soul and its dark faces Soneta 021
Surrender now to love, end all of your strife Pushkinia
Today is the time to renew our lives D1/05/05/2002
06 A Sonnet I
A sonnet is a poetry of love
A poem rather demanding and tough
All its lines do require good clarity
Otherwise mere words will not be enough
A sonnet is a love of poetry
By virtue of its harmonized beauty
For each line many words are organized
To induce the spirit of ecstasy
Its meaning should be clearly verified
Before it may be greatly amplified
Writing Pen No matter if an idea is rough
Soneta 022 In sonnets it would always be refined
Rubaiyat Through sonnets one may cry or freely smile
AD 2002 And ascend to reach the wisdom on high
07 A Sonnet II
Gracefully written in its entirety
A sonnet is a poetry of love
For which mere words will never be enough
Without their inner sense of ecstasy
By virtue of its harmonized beauty
The poem may turn hearts to cry or laugh
And proclaim as if from a throne above
A sonnet is a love of poetry!
Minds of poets have the fourteen lines graced
To create heaven with their earthly verses
From within this reality of life Writing Pen
Being exalted these minds would amaze Soneta 025
This tearful world through poetic phrases Petrarca
That mankind might rest from its tiring strife AD 2002
What a lovely morn this blessed Sunday
When friends congregate in their meeting house
From their busy hours now to take a pause
By joining their hearts to silently pray
What a precious time for the fellowship
When each explores silence so divine
And behold the truth as hearts are refined
To impart the joy of quiet worship
A calm sense of peace slowly expanding
To fill each person with brotherly love
Poetica And some gentle words of godly reason
Soneta 026 By which one may speak with understanding
Sonetaria Guided by the light of heaven above
AD 2002 A light shining from an inner wisdom