12 Disember.....my beloved Mr.D's birthday. Happy birthday my love, my soulmate, my friend I wish you happiness and everlasting love and wonderful dreams come true and good health and all the 'experiments' we promised each other , and lots of cheesecakes hehe.....come home soon darling!
Ironically, depression seems to draw out my poetic streak. Here's something I raved about when I was down in the dumps. Although poems can be beautiful and amazing like the winter rainbows, hopefully, depression won't visit me again in the near future.
Flown Away, Left Behind
North. South. East. West.
Join me here in my parting fest
It finally disappears - the rainbow's end
After i waited for ages 'round the bend
There it goes, away from sight
Purposely ignoring my plight
Be it good, be it bad
None came from it - glad nor sad
Strong, bold, tall and proud
Roll me over in this shroud
Just leave me here in the snow
I'll be a hollow, I'll be a shadow
Terkebelakang pulak thread ni. Lama tak menulis. Masih tak menulis. Idea tak ada. Bila kesedihan idea mencurah, bila hati di lamun cinta, idea pulak tak ada hehe. Thread ni dulu dibuat bila rasa sangat kecewa dengan seseorang yang mungkir janji. Now he doesnt matter anymore. I'm in love with someone wonderful. Anyway, heres a French poem, dedicated to my Mr.D.(not that he comes in here). From the internet obviously.
Parfum Exotique
Quand, les deux yeux fermés, en un soir chaud d’automne,
Je respire l’odeur de ton sein chaleureux,
Je vois se dérouler des rivages heureux
Qu’éblouissent les feux d’un soleil monotone ;
Une île paresseuse où la nature donne
Des arbres singuliers et des fruits savoureux ;
Des hommes dont le corps est mince et vigoureux,
Et des femmes dont l’œil par sa franchise étonne.
Guidé par ton odeur vers de charmants climats,
Je vois un port rempli de voiles et de mats
Encore tout fatigués par la vague marine,
Pendant que le parfum des verts tamariniers,
Qui circule dans l’air et m’enfle la narine,
Se mêle dans mon ame au chant des mariniers.
Translated into English
Exotic Perfume
When, both eyes closed, on a hot autumn night,
I breathe in the fragrance of your welcoming heart,
I see happy shores spread out before me,
Blazing in the fire or a monotonous sun;
A lazy isle to which nature has given
Lonely trees, savory fruits,
Men whose bodies are slender and vigorous,
And women in whose eyes shines a surprising candor.
I believe the stars keep shining all through the night.
I believe if we just keep trying it will be alright.
I believe that someday we're gonna find our way.
And I believe in a beautiful day.
I believe in lovers walking side by side.
I believe that someday we'll be satisfied.
I believe the angels listen God hears us pray.
And I believe in a beautiful day.
Yeah I believe it's gonna work out ok.
But not for me, and not for you.
I believe, I believe, I believe.
I believe, I believe, I believe.
I believe there's an answer waiting when the day is done.
I believe if you just keep searching you'll find someone.
I believe that you and I just lost our way.
And I believe in a beautiful day.
I still believe in a beautiful day.
But not for me, and not for you.
I know you tried, and I tried to.
Sometime all our dreams just don't come true.
I believe, I believe, I believe.
I believe, I believe, I believe.
Oh...Oh...Beautiful day
I believe the stars keep shining all through the night.
Hi awak
Thanks for the nice song....and nice lyrics too. Lama awak tak masuk sini. I thought you had forsaken this thread..and me. I have missed you. Hari tu ingat jugak nak tegur awak ajak masuk sini tapi tak mau ganggu lah, takut awak busy. Anyway, thank you for visiting.
So how are you now? Masih masak ke? Masih hiking ke? hehe masih ingat saya ke
Well, please take care and thanks once again for visiting me.
Nice song hehe lyric pun bagus. Kita tengah dengar ni, sambil lunch, late lunch hari ni hehe. Thanks for putting the effort in finding a good song for me, I really appreciate that yer.
Satu lagi internet poem....untuk awak (masih belum ada idea menulis sendiri, plus short on time hehe):
Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on
Give me a kiss before you leave me
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on
And when I'm alone with my fancies, I'll be with you
Weaving romances, making believe they're true
Oh, give me your lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on
When I'm alone with my fancies, I'll be with you
Weaving romances, making believe they're true
Oh, give me lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Oh, give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on Last edited by obelisk on 2-7-2014 10:47 AM
Came back from holidays earlier than planned. Mom has passed on. Although we seldom see eye to eye, her passing has left a void in my heart, an unbearable emptiness. Rest in peace my beloved mother. You are dearly missed. Sorry that I wasnt the daughter you had wished I'd be
Should you go First
by A.K. Rowswell
Should you go first and I remain to walk the road alone I'll live in memory's garden, dear with happy days we've known in Spring I'll wait for roses red, when fades the lilacs blue, in early fall, when brown leaves call I'll catch a glimpse of you Should you go first, and I remain for battles to be fought, each thing you've touched along the way will be a hallowed spot I'll hear your voice; I'll see your smile, though blindly I may grope the memory of your helping hand will buoy me on with hope Should you go first and I remain to finish with the scroll, no length'ning shadows ahall creep in to make this life seem droll We've known so much of happiness we've had our cup of joy, and memory is one gift of God that death cannot destroy Should you go first and I remain, one thing I'd have you do; walk slowly down that long, lone path, for soon I'll follow you I'll want to know each step you take that I may walk the same, for some day down that lonely road you'll hear me call your name
Do not Stand at My Grave and Weep
By Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die.
Texted this poem today to my Mr.D who is in the US at the moment......its a funny poem, before this we were talking about how many calories err....having sex burned! Opps this is a family forum hehe.
The sexy diet gym
Day turns into night...
I pray with all my might...
That Baby ......will see the light.
Two calories burned upon kissin'
Fifty calories upon lickin'
One hundred calories if at the sofa .......is leaning'
Boy Baby........doesnt know what he is missin'!