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"Tales for The Ones in Love"

An international blog about literature, nature and hope. Here I include lyrics by Rui M. and the work of others. From 4th to 24th each month, new contributions sent to [AFTER AUGUST] are accepted. Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou

"Tales for The Ones in Love"

An international blog about literature, nature and hope. Here I include lyrics by Rui M. and the work of others. From 4th to 24th each month, new contributions sent to [AFTER AUGUST] are accepted. Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou

18
Jul21

A Poem to Janine Canan

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Dear Friends of Literature and Nature,

 

Today I leave here a poem to remember our Friend: the Poetess Janine Canan, now dead victim of cancer…

 

A Goddess of literature

 

Semi-Goddess of the letters,

Prayer of the hidden landscapes of Human feelings.

Please, tell me if is it worth to know somebody and then suffer?

I remember when a wave is made of moon’s color…

and I vanish as if a spell contains a secret;

a mystery question, without answer: logicless.

 

Please, now that you are with our Goddess,

please tell her something about me.

Cause, at the moment,

all my blood is pitch black,

and I wonder if I can ever again

feel alone, after being part

of your life: a living shore,

Once occupied by a thoughtful spirit as you are.

 

Now that all the green mountains have fallen,

Leaving a gap in this friend’s heart,

Let you know I will (we will) miss you

Until we get together again,

 in a,

deep blue ocean created by our Goddess of Love.

 

17 July 2021, by Rui M.

 

"One" a music by Jesse Cook.

We know she would like.

 

 

See you soon.

22
Nov20

Inspirational Poems

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Please, send your poem or short story to blogsnat@gmail.com (Literary Contest)

Today, we would like to share two poems. 

“Bunches of Fruit” by Eliza Segiet (Poland)- translated by Artur
Komoter (Nature 2018)

 

My dream island
is soaked with the smell of
oleander, jasmine,
and in the gap between the cliffs
illuminated by the extent of azure.
Mine is
shapeless, bordered by sadness
and desire.
The sea gave up everything
it had previously received.
How much of the world is here!
A symphony of elements.
And where are the bunches of fruit?
I know.
They grow on trays
bedewed with memories of the tropics,
they look for shade
and tempt with the effusion of colors.

 

Joan Beebe (USA) - “A peaceful walk” (Nature 2018)


A renewal of spirit seems to take place
While following a path along a meandering brook.
Walking through a forest of beauty and serenity
One’s mind is filled with the sights and soft sounds
Of nature’s peaceful surroundings.
Time stands still and you are enveloped
Within the outstretched arms of trees as if
Welcoming a friend,
The brook we follow has a sound of its own –
Like a beautiful melody of joy.
For a few moments, one is mesmerized
By the feeling of being one with the
Natural rhythm of a forest so alive.
As the brilliant sun sends its golden rays
Upon the canopy of green above us,
One hears a quiet whisper of this forest –
It is the gentle wind flowing through the trees
And sheltering us as we finish our Peaceful Walk.

 

Enjoy.

 

 

16
Mar20

Poem: White Flower

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White Flower

 

I also have a white rose for you.

It's the most beautiful flower I've ever seen.

Their petals are sweet: eat them ...

Your color is pure: agree and observe ...

 

Take it carefully and believe.

Smell it and let it lift you,

By the cry of those who first see it,

By the resignation of those who let themselves be carried away.

 

But the stalk that gives it life has thorns.

And the white gets dirty faster ...

And you are tempted to drink wine with her ...

 

But, your beauty comforts us, does not it ?!

And its snow color is sweet and light,

Although his life is of stamens and brief ...

 

Enjoy.

31
Ago19

1st September 2019 - Part 1 - Amazon

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These days the many fires in the Amazon have been news and have raised numerous issues related to the environment, management and also related to the people who live in it and want to continue to be there. We are facing a challenge that is much more than a challenge regarding the conservation of a given ecosystem. To some extent, it is similar to the protection given to cork oaks in Portugal as a protected species that it is forbidden to cut, and this can be seen as an interference with the property and management rights that an owner will have over his own assets. The interesting thing is not so much this aspect of reality, because we understand the prohibition due to the importance of the tree, but the possibility that the owner has to derive income from this tree, through cork sales. Looking at the Amazon we can see this challenge with the same eyes and come to the same conclusion: even those who have an economic interest in deforestation of the Amazon rainforest when they realize that they can also subsist, and have the same standards of life with a fully conserved forest they will want that same conservation. Regarding the conservation of the Amazon rainforest, if the problem of its destruction can be considered global, even if the main potential problem is to the countries in which it exists, or may cease to exist, global support for its conservation seems to make sense.

 

We also invite you to get to know the winner poem of Anthology “Nature 2018-2019”

 

The Lady of Coram by Claire O' Connell from Ireland

 

Who is she wish of hand?

Fainted lady of Coram,

Calling to the frozen abyss,

Hush to the dead-

-Fast asleep.

 

Floating frozen ocean shore,

Lost of sight and broken sea floors,

Simple words that string the line,

Gain of nothing; lost of the divine.

 

She taunts them to escape frozen shores,

Under her rule of taunting pain,

Giving false hope to the frozen souls,

The lady of Coram owns the game.

 

 

 

 

 

What is her aim but to win?

She surely carries out her task,

Stay a moment and hear her callous laugh,

To silence the lost is her forte,

All the souls trapped in ocean ice,

Victims of directed fallen Angels winged in black,

The being of many names traps them,

Still to me she is the lady of Coram,

Calling to the dark I hear their roars,

It’s all I ever really hear,

Frozen soul, Ocean Sea,

I wait for the sun to set the shore alight,

Still all that is before me is the Ocean Coram,

I walk away all alone,

I ignore the lost and frozen,

Does that make me worse?

Still under all the façade-

Am I just like her - the lady of the dark.

 

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Enjoy.