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Squashing Force Poetry Book By Marieta Maglas

Preface

My poetry expresses the sense of life while using some surrealistic ideas. I believe that the human existentialism belongs to God. The people the nature or the entire world is seen through a symbolistic lens of awakening.

This book is dedicated to my children.

“The exact measure of the progress of civilization is the degree in which the intelligence of the common mind has prevailed over wealth and brute force”
George Bancroft

Content:
1.Unknown Color......................page 9
2.I'm Your Blue Ocean...............page10
3.My Emerald Dreams..................page12
4.Until They Lose Everything.........page14
5.The Dark Beauty....................page15
6.You Hurt My Love ..................page16
7.Kissing Conundrum..................page17
8.A Fool's Game......................page17
9.The Wolf-man.......................page18
10.The Frost of the Highest Peak.....page20
11.The Eye ofSilence................page20
12.The City..........................page22
13.My Crying Jail....................page23
14.Black and White...................page24
15.Your Perfectionism................page25
16.The Colored Spin Wheel of Death...page25
17.You Ask Me to Leave(Pantoum Poetry)..page28
18.Dancing with the Moon.............page29
19.The Intersection(Double sun chembow)..page32
20.Pacific Trash Vortex(Triple Tetractys Poetry).................................page32
21.Metaphysics(Triple Cinqku Poem).......page33
22.The Computer Tree-Algorithm(Sextuple Crystalline Poetry).................................page34
23.Our Last Tango.......................page35
24.Concert on the Romanian
Seaside................................page36
25.When Rain Falls Down................page37
26.Sunset[double Quintain(English and
Sicilian)].............................page37
27.Truth and Lie.......................page40
28.Our Sliding Existence...............page41
29.A New Dawn..........................page41
30.The Eye of the Thing................page42
31.Spaces of Faith.....................page42
32.The Eagles..........................page43
33.The Wind............................page44
34.Two Seasons.........................page45
35.Prayer of the Children..............page46
36.Hidden Feelings.....................page46
37.Michael Jackson's Tears.............page47
38.The poet and Poetess................page49
39.Our Perfect Vision..................page51
40.The Queen Anne's Lace...............page52
41.I'm no Longer Blind(Quatern Poetry)..page53
42.Edge-Incentric(Antipoem)............page54
43.Squashing Force(Diminished hexaverse
poetry).................................page55

Unknown Color

I use the colors to recompose your image,
By enclosing and opening the space alternatively
With relevance and traceability ....
I'm like a painter seeking her own color,
Or like an artist seeking her own voice,
Or like a philosopher seeking her own self...
Neither like nor unlike an invisible color between ultraviolet and infrared,
Much like an ultra white dream,
Neither like nor unlike an ultrasound crystal between
Crystallized soprano and bass,
Much like a pulsating line, and an upbeat dance groove,
Neither like nor unlike a fusion of individuality with being and God .
And you're there.
It's like you place yourself directly on top of the front of my sight.
And I can see you.
It's only me who can see you.
You're the color without any name.
You're my eternity..
And I defeat my dream as I defeat an illusion..
And I receive the reality of light...
I close my eyes and I feel its warmth..
I feel a shiver run up my spine.
And I feel the healing rays enlightening my spirit..
It's so peacefull and overgrown with trees,
Like a beautiful picture of woman and nature in harmony...

I'm Your Blue Ocean

Giving or not giving voice to the heretical words...

Understanding that the true love is a scarification.....

For being or not being....

True love inundating the conundrum
Like that sacred river of longing,
Sometimes flowing swiftly through landscapes
Astounding the lurid heart.....

The sound of silence passing...
Passions galvanizing the wounds and painful mares for enduring...

Trying to heal the injury...

Flying gulls beneath the lower bow, touching the blue waters of the ocean.....
Waves and sad memories dancing on the golden sand....
Shying away from the horizon line....
Vessels screaming and shouting their hearts out....
Swimming across the ocean of red burning coals,
Searching for that golden threshold.....

The colors spectrum giving the necessary senses to the lights of absolution,
When their senses turn inward.....

Gazing the mountain from the windowpane...
From the indoor side of that rain-rinsed windowpane.....
Sitting on that mountain and gazing at the stars....
Birds gliding across, like rainbow rising, spreading their wings, streaming..
Those birds flying in a variety of ways, ranging from gliding to soaring to flapping....

The crystalline steeping slopes of the mountain multi faces....
Being decorated with climbing ropes, heavenly as seen from above....
And the crystalline waters, steeping cliffs, hidden lakes and lush forests...

A sign of a divine love...

Understanding that love is like the Earth and the gravity,
Inseparable.....

Groans and moans leading to mortuaries....

Life being like walking in the middle of the park,
Embracing the crouch air,
Or embracing change by resisting the defensive crouch.....
And going deep into the human system, feeling like being born again....

The smile on face painting an episode of the past,
Engraving our hearts with golden debris,
Like a golden pyramid, contracting pyramid.....
Generating our consciousness and chasing away insanity....

Sounds of silence passing...

Being like a blue ocean...

My Emerald Dreams

The rain falling down for whispering my silence
That silence breaking my emerald dreams.
And those clearview shields with rising bubbles and flutes of renaissance
The rain falling down onto our round stones, keeping our kisses,
Coming down onto petals....

Those petals more than yellow sun...

Those petals of the sweet lemon flower,
Blooming as doves that fly in clouds...

And those birds searching their freedom in the unlimited horizon...

Your eyes water, thinking of me
Allowing the door to be left open
While allowing viewing through the window from the inside....
Feeling the sun growing cooler,
Understanding your passion of flame.....

Trying to milk it - drink from it-deeply
Trying to feel its flow
Between your lips and my hair...

Moving the middle to the top,
self- fashioning moving to the bottom as well...

Feeling the blazing hot sun
And the light
As it waits within
And at the end the avid breath
Draining this light inside each other
Like the moon shining inside of the sun....

Hands passing of time
With your smile...
With dedication...
Is It Poetry? Yes, it is......

Until They Lose Everything

In the Springtime
The wind beats the trees
Until they lose
Their most beautiful flowers
In the Summertime
The wind beats the trees
Until they lose
Their most beloved fruits
In the Autumn time
The wind beats the trees
Until they lose
Their most painful leaves
In the Winter time
The wind beats the trees
Until they lose
Their hope.
And the wind beats again those trees
Until they lose
Their most important spring buds
Again and again
Until they lose their sap
Moreover
The wind beats the trees
Until they collapse down
To the ground.

The Dark Beauty

The dark beauty
Grieving my darkness
The red meat
And the blood of my sadness
Carving in the sand.
Its shadow

The scissor
Lurks in grass
Soft violently.
The buds astir
And the returning sap through the
Needles eye

But never wayward yearning
To share the string wave
Where you brought it up.
After starting then stopping
Then restarting,

Forever

Because two feelings meet
For becoming then one,
Like words entwining
To give life unto that is itself,
When the cloud flushes the wound.

You Hurt My Love

The day that you hurt my love
I though I was born again
Because the reality woke me up
I was caught up very well
In one of your snares
And I was next to madness
That kind of madness
Who never knocks at the door
But goes directly into house
And slams you down
To the ground
I clung desperately to something
It was an eye book
I took the eye and I crushed it
Like I crushed a walnut
To eat its content
I read it very quickly
It was like a breathing space
And one day I realized
The meaning of our love
It was involuntary
It was unconscious
It was hypocritical
And it was demagogy
And this is why
It could not fulfill its destiny
Then I opened both my eyes
And I did not save this love once again
But I letted it die forever

Kissing Conundrum

If I kissed you
With only one word
Maybe that word would have died
Inside of you
But I've kissed you
With all my words
For you to be the miracle
Who expresses them
And if I kissed you with a question
Maybe you would have pleased me
With another kiss

A Fool's Game

It was a fool's game that should not begin
And you played it without honest rules
If you thought that you will always win
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools

If you thought that you can get me easy
And you tried to do this without honest rules
If you thought that my way to be is sleazy
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools

If you thought that you can hunt me slowly
And you danced this without honest rules
If you thought that I will love you only
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools

It was a morbid dance without real feelings
A dance of wishes without honest rules
If you thought that love means mutual dealings
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools

If you thought that you will be a winer
In this love fight without honest rules
If you thought I'm a cake at your dinner
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools

And if you thought you can get everything
In this world of yours without honest rules
If you thought that I'm an easy stupid thing
Well it's wrong 'cause it's a game for fools.

The Wolf-man

Don't lose your own hope at sixty
You'll reach your next nice destiny
One thing you'll never really know
How it could be with me in a real show

Don't bother to make a future plan
To change what is already done
It's nothing to lose and I can explain
That you will be so tired working in vain

Maybe I know you from another life
But I ran for being to another 's wife
Why I did this and how it could be
I know 'cause I received my prophecy

Don't lose your hope you'll be happy some day
All the world is yours and you do not have to pay
If you get crazy when I'm talking about love
Maybe is something coming to you from above

But don't be sad 'cause you can get everything
In this world of yours except on little thing
But you need a heart and to be good to get it
It's too much to pay so better forget it

So don't lose your hope at your own sixty
It's time to reach your next alive destiny
One thing you'll certainly never know
How it could be with me in your real show

The Frost of the Highest Peak

Always been here
In fact
With you
Entwining my name
Forever
With your many names
In the frost of the highest peak.
Unlocking all doors.
When I leaved the evil forever
And I said : ''Nevermore and never again''
Quietness comes and quietness passes off
It is hang in the air
Both in its own sense and in the opposite
Words around it
Like holes and stars.
Very much like a destiny and an undestiny song
When its sound is moved by the quietness
Into quietness
As a cry is moved by the wind
Into its eco
Forever
When hope.

The Eye of Silence

My eyes were ringed with dark
And the dew of sadness
Blanketed my genes
I wanted you to put again
Your words of love
On the left angle of my lips
I wanted only you to be
The touch of my body
But the chestnut leafs yellowed
So dramatically
In autumn
And the wind really tortured itself
In the air
And the cold penetrated forever
The spina of my loneliness
You're not any longer
My hope in the waiting
For the night
You're not , my love,
Because you're not anywhere any longer
But only with you
I have seen the unseen.
And I understood
The meaning of unmeaning.
And only you can make love
To have a deep sense
And a special thrill
When you are still in my memory
My cherished memory
When my longing aches
Besides the wet polished stone
By the wave of river passing
The eye of silence
Drips the tear of time
I remember how happy I was
When you whispered into my right ear
''Close your eyes for a moment
And tell me if you feel that you exist?
Because I don't feel existent
Open your eyes again
To another world
A world where you and me
We are one flesh''
And you whispered into my left ear
Try to learn from the birds
That the flight must be
Upward forever''
As the taste of a burned stone
Is the savor
Of your lips
Now.

The City

Love
Shifting through dark channels
And illuminated signs
Sounds
Shifting through
Cubic's power amplifiers
Human walking angles
Tactic direction changing rhythmically
Variances
Transfixed steps
Breaking the long loud silence
On human tongues
Hopes
Owing to the existence
Of silver enwrapped surrounding hot stars
And hot feelings
Unavoidably reflected upward
Appearing just as a lightning bolt
Or like a peculiarly fierce faithfulness
Gray clouds
Dropping their snow bracer
Ringing bells
Dropping their sad resonance
In death
For love.

My Crying Jail

Sometimes I'm over and often in
My crying jail
Like a hand of a corporate body
Encompassing both belonging
To that sadness.
An inflexible realness
Forcing eyes
To speak

Against that malignant silence

Upon that lower lip,
Forcing that bloodcurdling
Inner scream to be
An outer space song
When it's pushed through fractured teeth
Into a totally weird reality
Like a shadow of
An incomprehensible dream
With inlaid hopes
This reality slipping out
When I awake alone
To nurture my love
In my painful freedom.

Black and White

A white bird flying at day
Or a black bird flying at night
Or a black bird flying at day
Or a white bird flying at night
Black and white, black over white
Oh, my Lord, how painful can be
This need of touch in his absence
White and black, white over black
Oh, my Lord, how painful can be
This absence of his touch
Black penetrating white
And white penetrating black
Never finding the gray.

Your Perfectionism

Your own perfectionism
Is an illusion
You are so obsessed
With this idea

That you become a victim

Of your own mind games
Searching an illusory reason
To get it out
Because
You just need
To get free of
Your own beliefs
Again
Nothing more.

The Colored Spin Wheel of Death

The vacuum of a spin
And people dying

Style overcoming the substance
Being blighted by
A dearth of dialectic

Decoding the coded languages
Preparing the public opinion

Trading information
Slipping out announcements
Aggressive complaints
Briefings
Specific channels
Separating
Collapsing
Advocating the absence of something

Black holes
Orbiting each other
Revealing in death spin
Collisions
Gravitational waves generating

Aircraft spinning out of control
Kicking the rudder during
A high angle of attack stall.

The market refusing to refinance at cheap rates
Triggering a "currency death spiral."

Toughness multiplying toughness
In a descending spiral of destruction.

The spiral of misery
Dramatically moving downward
With a constant speed

Civil conflict or a constitutional death spiral

Unknown conscience and rhizomatic revolution

Death of the 'Unipolar world''

Death spin of conscience

Human destructive impulses
Destroying civilization and maybe all life

The connecting point of non-physical to physical,
The human mind being
A never-ending spiral
Of complexity and creativity.

The One Mind projecting itself simultaneously
As infinite Conscious Minds,
Experiencing itself
From infinite points of view

Within its creations

Arctic icecap entering a "death spiral"

Maybe time entering its ''death spiral''
When anti-matter can sometimes mean anti-time

Getting the colored spin wheel of death
A false image about
This wonderful world
If we are able to see through this illusion...

You Ask Me to Leave (Pantoum Poetry)

And you ask me to leave all behind
Now when our moment in time is done
Going nowhere with nothing in mind
'Cause you're my world and my special one

Now when our moment in time is done
I love you like there's no end in sight
'Cause you're my world and my special one
You're still on my mind all day and night.

I love you like there's no end in sight
You're inside me filling my soul's space
You're still on my mind all day and night.
I still feel cuddled in your embrace

You're inside me filling my soul's space
Going nowhere with nothing in mind
I still feel cuddled in your embrace
And you ask me to leave all behind

Dancing with the Moon

Dancing with the moon
And clouds like a spume
In our dream
Wilting the green of mirth
Jingle slowly ripping into the quest
Of sea waves
And furrows of universe
Echoing in our hearts
Like the mute voices of under tone
Love lighting for both of us
Blinking like star in black hole
Feeling the invisible
Wall of criss-cross
Between us
Making me be seemingly invisible
For you
Hearing
A sacred song
In our own time and space
In our new world of seconds
Forgetting ourselves
In His bath of love
Embracing you
Like earth
The dawning sun
Dew beholding
The spin of light quantum
Kissing each other
Lips shining deep as when blessed
Moon dancing its wishes
Hiding its face like a virgin
Behind the clouds
Joy reeling through the dark shadows
Heart swelling
When we feel each other inside
Abandoning ourselves
Feeling our fly
And the rain of feathers
Touching angel's wings
The cushion of spumes floating
Forgetting me inside of you for a few seconds
Seemingly a few
Mingling by waves of centuries
Embracing within and within
Understanding that you are completely mine
Understanding that I am a woman
An internal wave
Between sleeping and reality
A movement inside of love without moving the body
Invisible chorals and scallops keeping
The light when finding embodiment
And the secret deeply enclosed
Being completely abandoned
Becoming your bone
Again for making you a new Adam
When you embrace my soul with your
Ribs
When I'm one of your rib
The most important one
Embracing me
For making me see your universe within
An amazing universe
The universe of a man
Hearing the symphony of our hearts
Our unfinished symphony
Dancing our happiness
Spaces slipping around
Understanding that I know you from another life
Keeping within its crest
By its enormous strength of waves
Understanding our love in itself
And our ideas in themselves
Understanding that
I 'm a part of you
I'm you
And it's just perfect
Because I feel God.

The Intersection (Double Sun Chembow)

A three-dimensional space
Intersecting
Another multidimensional space
Changing each other
Their coordinates
Hyper-planes in n-dimensions
Intersection of two solar systems
Changing of space
And time coordinates
In this new modification
Of electromagnetic dynamics
The total time resulting
Being a vector
The intersection
Of two different rays
At a different angle
In a new light.

Pacific Trash Vortex (Triple Tetractys Poetry )

Waste
Sea green
Wavering
In slimy traps
In woozy circles
Gushing at the deep water horizon

Melody still rooting in bluesy rock
Gloppy red icing
Crooked letters
Violet
Colored
Dream

Fish
Yellow
Flimsy boats
Lanky white man
Muzzy from the work
Cloudy indigo sky hanging round all.

Metaphysics ( Triple Cinqku Poem)

Love
Virtue
Braveries
Understanding
Human synthetic acts
Conscience

Mind
Thinking
Transcendent
Things in itself
Objects being-thinking
In self

And
Humans
Perceiving
World in itself
Through prisms of transformed forms
In light.

The Computer Tree-Algorithm (Sextuple Crystalline Poetry )

A free tree is never rooted
Infinite complete binary tree

A finger tree has internal nodes
Each one in this tree has child nodes

And their connection is a walk
Parents and children walking the tree

Nodes without children are called leaves
While roots are leaves for the finger trees

Very intelligent words tree
Trees-no one-to-one correspondence

Adaptive merging operation
Implementing finger searching trees.

Our Last Tango

I feel so lonely
In this room for two
Smoking your thoughts
And drinking your dreams
We're still in that Paris
Our Paris
Even we didn't dance yet
Our last tango
You're my sitting stone
I'm your throne
Just open your petrified heart
Only for a second
To understand
That stupid metaphor
Of being together
Which means
Occasionally
Love

Concert on the Romanian Seaside

Vocal fold vibration
Simple harmonic motion
Nonlinear interaction of sound waves
Empathizing the rhythm
Of the naked music
And the embracing voice
Words and thoughts
Coming alive and vivid
At sound touch
Having its own sense of charm
changing depths of enlightened awareness
Discovering the thrill
Of seeing new interior structures
Protecting its innate purity
For the song in itself
For those souls
Who are engulfed in desire
And for his own vision.
His voice shimmering wings luminous
Pleasurably exalting
Those realms of the spirit just indelible
Those souls becoming vivified
And exhilarated
His songs
Swirling space sounds
Carrying their meaning into universe
The saxophone sounds cascading
Into the synth melodies
Billowing into the sea waves
Needing a dimension on its own
Silent spectators
Immortalizing the split seconds
With strong emotions
Applauses breaking the silence
Touching sights
Touching voices
Touching emotions
Between ebb and flow
The singer
Suddenly becoming a dreamer
For a sultry resonant world
Of an invisible woman
My own thoughts
Dancing with the glittering moonlight
With no other sound
But the hesitant sibilant sea
The ascension being silhouetted
Against the shivering waves
Ghosts of love
Haunting the moonlight
Creating a twinkle effect
Old words entwining
Searching the light.

When Rain Falls Down

I found myself in sadness, returning to the past
Those magic shivers were gone, even they could outlast
Like an old canvas painting with nuances of blue
Is my soul, holding back my tears when I cry for you.

I can't defeat the sorrow and I'm standing alone
I remember those days of love, but those days are gone
I need that dream together and love to shine again
And life I got along with you,but all remained means pain

From time to time I feel this love and I keep my breath
To revive the dream , taste last kiss and my own death
You are so deep down in my soul and I'm still with you
When rain falls down , I defeat the lies, searching the true.

You know that my soul will keep the feelings safe all life
Because we were so pure and I was your loyal wife
I'm down on myself , I get myself up everyday
Because I keep His love and I never stop to pray.+

Sunset (English and Sicilian Quintain )

While the red butterfly melts its wings
Within the light red poppy chain
The pink gray cloud of the sunset rings
On the gray pink sky the light rays wane
And thrown them in a cold bloody pain

The leaving sun abandons the sky
For a few hours and like crickets crawl
The whispers of oak leaves mean good bye
While the coming night is a dark haul
Looking at the moon with a black eye

The sun and the moon finds synergy
Light becomes gray regolith of moon
With helium fusing energy
Night makes moon looks like a big baloon
Or like swaddled in a big cocoon

Much more , like thoughts enveloped in words
Or like souls carrying their divine love
With feathers of light like Holy birds
In the rain with drops of divine globes
Falling down for giving love awards

Like rain with drops of human spheres
Pouring up to Him when they can hook
Or falling right down to disappear
Reverse arch getting a killer look
Trying to provide fragrance of fear.

Their waves are liquid and drain insight
Of Earth , never reach infinity
They are like dark rays in the pure light,
Light rays are arches for Trinity
While dressed in wind seems to be the night

Stars are candles and night lights them all
The colors withdraw in the lost light
In the black darkness they look so small
The seeds of dream germinate for fight
Becoming real for breaking their wall.

Truth and Lie

Knowing the truth means
Knowing things as they really are
And as water is
The mother-womb of all things.
So is the truth
For the human beings
We all need to be rescued
Even sometimes
We lie to ourselves
Straining to feed
The illusion of happiness.

Our Sliding Existence

I think it is the shadow of a sound
It seems to be so real
I'm in the prison of my mind
I think I hear the rude rain-drops
Shrieking on the asphalt,
It seems to be only the eaves drip
Or maybe the clatter of hoof-clipped stones
And scrape of gravel down.
I saw a light, I think it is a thunder light
It's seems to be only an electrical explosion
I open the window and I see everything unclear outside
I think it is the smoke from a burning building
It seems to be only fog in the air
I think your hair smells like imperial lily flowers
It seems that the lily blooms

So beautifully in the cup when steeped
In front of our window
I'm in the prison of my mind
In our sliding existence

A New Dawn

A new dawn floods the whole sky
The voice of epiclesis
Flows on infinite, in High
On the slope of tenseness

We seek The Lord in our vein
And feel rays of afflatus
When they deeply touche our pain
Dripping peace at hiatus

The Eye of the Thing

I looked into the eye
Of the thing
And I said
''You are an instrument
Of knowledge''''

And the thing
Moved in itself
''You're amazing"-I said
Then I looked up and said:
''You're amazing''

Spaces of Faith

Spaces of faith Holy of Lord
There is a joy soul is waiting
There I will bear my pain

There the pain is free from tears
In the peace in His grace
Keeping the word of faith

There my pain is free from tears
Where The Lord shares always love
Found peace the soul of faith

There my pain is free from tears
Lulled to sleep on a dreamy wing
Found in a soul of wisdom

Leap of faith far from uncertainty
Far away from any evilness
Far from the worldly grief

The Eagles

The eagles can never know

The secret of the volcanoes
When they seemingly fly carried
By the sliding winds

Over cupped peaks of mountains
With the fire of their anger inside
Smoldering in the carcass of history

The eagles don't understand why

The green still suckles the spring's teats
And why the scream can be an echo
And the echo can be a scream.

But the eagles can hear

The cubic rocks which roll for rolling out
Their song
And the brooklet ripples which fall
With murmuring sound

And the eagles can see

The winding forest path
Which is apparently suspended
Like hanging wall thoughts
On the slope fringe
In a rock bizarre climbing story.

The Wind

The sharp wind sways the wet flame
The cold rain like a storm tears numbs
The frozen buds before their intumescence
With desperate gusts the wind sighs
Sweeping the perennial cool-mellow grass
In sunless wane with disguised agony
He always comes from the top of the hill
Untangling his lips of his mouth
That kind of mouth like an invisible cave
Stretching nonsense words like a prayer to nothing
He dances his force with the willow trees
Furiously riding on the bursting clouds
And he sings his tempest very louder songs
Trying to utter his selfishness
His dreams and his future chances.

Two Seasons

Glacial braids paralyze the silver time
Bearing that frost coming seemingly
From the North Star
Ceremonial clouds enwind the light
Of the very frigid sun
The gelid wind creeps up its spine
The lifeless forest highlands its somberness
The dusky frozen autumn
Like a decrescent moon in the eclipse
Suffers the ignominy of being left behind
In the faintly confused history
The nature can wait the winter to come
Dressed in her refulgent white
For restoring her sovereignty
Like a queen with blue heart and icy tears

Prayer of the Children

Our Jesus Christ prayed himself and taught us how to pray
Avoiding the temptation and seeking the childness
Knowing ''The Our Father'' - prayer for every day
Thinking that even He was tempted in wilderness.

We pray for our bread and human needs of the day
But the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us
We're sinners ,our souls need to be renewed by this way
God wants to save us so much ,He wants His kids to bless.

Hidden Feelings

This subtle cycle

Of hidden feelings

Trapped internally

Seething love

Lurking beneath the voice

And the mood of reflection

Closing eyes

Deep breaths

Loneliness.

Michael Jackson's Tears

Virgin teeth
Of the musical instrument
Ripping the melody
Into sounds
Spiritual vibrations
From the depth of the souls
Self-absorbed

Emotional resonance
In the air
At the touch
Between voices
Secluded
Seemingly fossilized
Coiling into
Our souls

Agony and ecstasy

Like making love

Seduction,
Passion,
Jealousy,
Domination
And possession
Mesmerizing the music

Sounds enclosing
Words

Extreme sadness
And extreme joy
At the same time

Tears becoming cubes of light
Wondering
On the situation of their becoming

The resonating,
Harmonizing effects
Of the music and dance
Of the sounds and movement

Resonating with the vibrations of the air

Sublime change
Of the speed,
Strength,
Rhythm

Words
Becoming alive

Royal human voice
For magic songs
Sparkling like
Diamonds
In the sun-light

Eternity,
Apotheosis
Of a singer.

The Poet and the Poetess

The poet:

Oh..is it just a strange illusion..?
I feel love knocking on my door.
I know..and this is my confession..
I always loved you from my core.

The poetess:

My love is like a darkness fire
It's like a subconscious dream
It burns to kill any desire
Even you hate me and you scream

But I'll make you be completely mine
And you will feel so much alive
And when in dawn the sun will shine
you'll be yourself and you'll survive.

The poet:

Oh great..this is not an illusion.
This is love in its perfection.
Hard to believe but I know my dear..
This is true love's resurrection.

The poetess:

My love for you is complete and strong
I feel we met in other life
And love of a life time is one song
We sing it as husband and wife.

The poet:

I waited my whole life for this night
No matter how cold it is out
You changed my day ,you're the dawn of light
Your love keeps me warm ,it's no doubt.

The poetess:

When we can feel our love inside
And maybe it is more than love
It's our everything , it's our flood tide
A new world of time ,a rock dove.

And I feel this need deeply within
And our dawn entwining the souls
By inspiring breath and touching skin
At the moment we become whole.

Our Perfect Vision

I feel your love so hot
On my white skin

Becoming suddenly so reddish
As a reddish-tinged cloud
In front of the full moon
I feel your kisses
Burning me inside
Suddenly
You turn me into someone else
You turn everything
Into intimate
You run into me from yourself
You're into me
It's a big turn
Showing how to turn cheap 'choice'
Steaks into 'prime' steaks
Embodying our love
Embodying a deep connection with
Our souls
An eminently unique cruising
Connection
Creating a destination
Shadows of thoughts trembling in between
Imperfectly perfecting
Our quality of being or becoming perfect
Our act of love becoming a fight
For enlightening
Our perfect vision
And understanding
The real meaning
Of love.

The Queen Anne's Lace

It's great Queen Anne's Lace
Curling inward her "birds' nest"
Closing her umbel upward
With spines of love fruits
White like snow ,with pink shyness
When she touches lips of sun
These lips are bees and
He drinks her nectar,his teeth
Are caterpillars eating
Her leaves with passion
Each white flower has two seeds
Making him desire her
And her hairy stem
After blooming in clusters.

I'm No Longer Blind (Quatern Poetry)

Dear Lord ,please have mercy on me
You're always near my painful soul
You are my focus and my goal
In the falling rain I'm your tree.

Help me for I am a sinner
Dear Lord ,please have mercy on me
'Cause I'm Your humble devotee
Asking Christ to come for dinner.

Guard Thou with light this pain of mine
I'm no longer blind I can see
Dear Lord ,please have mercy on me
Your words through me will always shine

Save me by Your grace ,set me free
Keep my way, truth and life in Christ
And so I'll know that Thou exist .
Dear Lord ,please have mercy on me

Edge-Incentric (Antipoem)

Outside of words
Laying down in sense
Against that
Highlighting for more than
That dreamweaver
Wrapping down and up behind the time
In a sigh
Embracing balance over power
Self-contradiction in over-praising
Pointing out in concave delusions
In yelping for no particular reason
Bounding out of essence
Into tense
Hunting its heraldic memory
Bearing down on burden
Infringing on those elemental rights
Sculpting that charismatic sphere
With upbeat wishes
Perfectly
Arching into extension
Scratching on that silence
With all the words never said
And efforts on gasping and of gasping on survival
Sliding through its icy love
Outside of words
In that space of edge-incentric

Squashing Force

Caught in illusion
Left in agony
Being badly hurt
Victim of terror
With contorted face

Depredated
Walls closing in
Screams of anguish
Desperate howls

Squashing force
Frozen tears
Twisting thoughts

Nightmares
Bleeding

Death

The poems of Marieta Maglas have been selected and published in some anthologies at Ardus Publications, Sybaritic Press, Prolific Press, and others. Her poetry was published in Tanka Journal edited by Glenn Lyvers, The Aquillrelle Wall of Poetry Book Five edited by Aquill Relle , A Divine Madness: An Anthology of Modern Love Poetry edited by John Patrick Boutilier, Near Kin:A Collection of Words and Art Inspired by Octavia Estelle Butler edited by Marie Lecrivain, Three Line Poetry #25 edited by Glenn Lyvers, Contemporary Poetry: An Anthology of Present Day Best Poems and Literature Today: An International Journal of Contemporary Literature, both being edited by Dr Pradeep Chaswal, ENCHANTED - Love Poems and Abstract Art edited by Gabrielle de la Fair, Intercontinental Anthology of Poetry on Universal Peace and Love edited by Madan Gandhi and Chryssa Velissariou, and many other books.

Her work has also appeared in some journals including Poeticdiversity Los Angeles edited by Marie Lecrivain, The Velvetillusion Literary Magazine Alabama, The Secret (La Revista) in Italy, FWM Magazine in the US, Trần Thu Trang in China, GNOSIS - A Poetry Journal™ in the US, I Am not a Silent Poet edited by Reuben Woolley and so many others.

In 2013, Marieta Maglas has been nominated at The International Festivals of Poetry in Canada and Mexico.

Impressum

Widmung:
''A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.'' Honore de Balzac I dedicate this book to my readers.

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