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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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01 The Lion King                                   

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

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02 Greetings To England

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

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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

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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

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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  

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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

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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

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08 Silent Gathering

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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