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MUSICAL DREAM OF PASSION ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

Dancing, dancing the tango With you my love As if we are the only ones Dancing in this world We both feel this passionate love of ours Bodies close together While we are turning and moving around Listening to these bittersweet words Of pain and despair Please let the music continue, I do not want to stop And step back into the real world Let me dance Just a little bit longer Cherish this safety Of your protective arms Seeing these proud movements In a sensual way Submission and...

03 May 2011 | My own creations, Poetry of Art | , , | 0 Comments
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… SICK OF BEING A MAN ~ BY VICTOR M. ALONSO

Borges said that “beauty is a physical sensation, something we feel in the whole body”; and must be so. The feelings impact us in the solar plexus, the heart, the chest. Now I do not intend to enter into the eternal dispute about the ideal of beauty, I always imagined that it is subjective, despite the canons that the influential mass media seek to impose. What is beautiful to me might be found mediocre by you. However I do believe that there is a meeting point. At that point is where enters into...

03 May 2011 | Thoughts on literature | , , , , , | 0 Comments
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JEAN COCTEAU ~ ON BEING A POET

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth. ~Jean Cocteau

19 April 2011 | Poetical Visions | , , | 0 Comments
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OBLIVION ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

Being deserted, feeling all alone There is just this huge emptiness Looking for some kind of escape When I let myself go I feel heavy Deceiving myself in this way Nothing really matters anymore Feeling just a sense of lost Despair has passed and there is a way out Do not want to remember my past Do not want to acknowledge my present Nor do I have any desire for the future I am in this timeless state of mind There is only one thing I long for Tears...

11 April 2011 | My own creations | , , , , , | 5 Comments
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WANTING TO CONFIRM ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

Yes I do, no I don’t This is driving me insane What is and what is not true Recently anchored on this chain This chain of metal One made of heavy steel But it wont have time to settle No longer matters what I feel When I stare into your glares Emotions start to flow Overloaded internal affairs Released from their escrow It is you that I adore Taken control of my every nerve I never felt like that before Your stunning beauty I observe I no longer have...

10 April 2011 | My own creations, Poetry of Art | , , , | 2 Comments
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THE DREAM ~ BORIS PASTERNAK

I dreamt of autumn in the window’s twilight, And you, a tipsy jesters’ throng amidst. ‘ And like a falcon, having stooped to slaughter, My heart returned to settle on your wrist. But time went on, grew old and deaf. Like thawing Soft ice old silk decayed on easy chairs. A bloated sunset from the garden painted The glass with bloody red September tears. But time grew old and deaf. And you, the loud one, Quite suddenly were still. This broke a spell. The dreaming ceased at once, as...

01 April 2011 | Poetry of Art | , , , | 0 Comments
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FAREWELL ~ A POEM BY KRISTIAN GOLDMUND AUMANN

Farewell The dream seems lost… A hug And then Maybe it is time I will go back to the shore Where I can throw sand into the sea Watch the singing waves From them comes the future And the dream Is still far From being lost Countless moments in the water Silhouettes in blue Where the sky… And the rings are silent Within The Floating Time KRISTIAN GOLDMUND AUMANN AUTHOR/MARCH/2011

31 March 2011 | Poetry of Art | , , , | 0 Comments
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On poetry, from Chaos to order (a graced completion of a circle between observer and observed) 1/20 Tom Sheldon

Take a poem and look very closely into it…the vowels, the letters. Study it closely….It probably can replicate itself (though not easy) you are my eyes. Directing your voice without distraction in it. Sense and feel the difference between the visual informational moments the image, the personality, the personal history, hurt, anger, etc. A separate reality more real than sun on skin, with the indefinite power of wind and stars. Far more reflective than a pond of still water, more substantial than a rock. Poetry has allowed me to diffuse my fears,...

29 March 2011 | Poetical Visions | , , , , | 3 Comments
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SOMERSET MAUGHAM ~ ON POETRY

The crown of literature is poetry.  It is its end and aim.  It is the sublimest activity of the human mind.  It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy.  The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes. ~W. Somerset Maugham www.moniquespassions.com

26 March 2011 | Poetical Visions | , , , | 0 Comments
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IMPRESIONES (2) BLUE PAGE ~ VICTOR M. ALONSO AND MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

IMPRESIONES (2) BLUE PAGE (Sobre un trabajo de Monique Lucy Weberink) No es sólo la distancia, Es el tiempo el que abre El azul de la mar Que golpea esta noche de vigilia. Hacia qué latitudes se dirige El pensamiento exhausto, Esa mirada tierna De tu alma que tiembla ? Qué insinúa tu mano, Qué rumbos añora trazar En el océano racial, Tormentoso, de la existencia ? Es mía la sangre que moja El rojo centro del espacio, El piélago supremo Que arde de nostalgia Y urde marejadas de...

03 March 2011 | My Artist Friends ~ and their creations..., Poetry of Art | , , , , , | 0 Comments
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