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 ****************************************************************************************************
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
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