A few days ago when I got into a conversation on Facebook with an old guild mate of me from some game I played I found this totally awesome lyrics on his wall. It spoke to me it reached out to me an I just had to share it. So I have contacted the writer and asked permission to share it on my blog. I’m pleased to present you here now with his work. The writer is Michael Berkovich and you can find him by clicking on his name and follow the link to his Facebook page. He’s 24 Israeli  and writing since the age of 15, Soldier of the IDF, and born in Ukraine. The text he wrote is a lyric and it has no music or voice to it yet. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did/ I was inspired to share it perhaps you are to. Don’t hesitate to contact him for approval and permission before you do so please.

We’ll meet again

Thanks

I love this type of poetry, I should buy a book with his poems as I found myself liking more of his poems Here’s one to share:)

It Couldn’t Be Done
By Edgar A. Guest

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it”;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

Since I am a Gemini myself I feelt attracted by this poem. Although its a male who wrote it I can relate to it very much ofcourse to some extend. I had this poem posted logn ago on my old poetry website. Ofcourse with permission from the original author David E Penn. If you know the author personally or though other means please drop me a line or inform him that I have once again published his poem here. Thank you in advance

GEMINI

Who are we,we are the twin prince of the night mesmerizing the minds of the ones we claim we love,

Who are we, we are the apt one who plays dumb in front of our enemies that judge us by appearance alone,

Who are we, we are the one with clandestine intentions dispensing from this irate crate of emotions honorably devoting themselves to satisfy the ego’s of everyone we come in contact with,

but quick to snap on the backstabers and hypocrites slash haters who seem to misread our kindness for gullibility,

Who are we, we are love and hate yet we emulate interest to adopt to out surrounding,
Who are we, we are the playboys that steal and give love in exchange for comfort,
Who are we, we are the one that you love to hate but hate not to love,
I am your friend, I am your enemy I am your friend I am your enemy I am your friend I am your enemy I am your friend and I am also your enemy,
I am you lover, I am that man you cant stand to be around, but drop to the ground with amorous frowns thinking your life is crumbling down when we leave you,
You ask who are we, well we are actually one but you can call me
“Gemini”

By DAVID E PENN

I  found this poem somewhere on a website a couple years ago. Loved the text and thought it was a poem really fit for me. Since I do not know the author I can not credit it. The original place where I found this poem did not displayed an author either. Apologies for that.

I CAN

Can’t is a word that is foe to ambition;
An enemy ambush to shatter your will.
It’s prey forever to a man with a mission;
And bows only to courage, and patience, and skill.

So hate it with hatred that’s deep and undying,
For once it is welcomed twill break any man.
And whatever the goal you are seeking, Keep trying!
And answer this demon by saying, “I Can!”

Author Unknown

Today 01-02-2013 I did a search once again on this poem and I got a match that lead me here: http://sofinesjoyfulmoments.com/quotes/cant.htm

This poem above here was not a poem on its own it is two verses of a much larger poem. Since I like to keep it complete, I will post the complete poem with of course the authors name Enjoy

Can't
Edgar Guest - 1916 - A Heap o' Livin'

Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
On it is many a strong spirit broken,
And with it many a good purpose dies.
It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning
And robs us of courage we need through the day;
It rings in our ears like a timely sent warning
And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.

Can't is the father of feeble endeavor,
The parent of terror and halfhearted work;
It weakens the efforts of artisans clever,
And makes of the toiler an indolent shirk.
It poisons the soul of the man with a vision,
It stifles in infancy many a plan;
It greets honest toiling with open derision
And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man.

Can't is a word none should speak without blushing;
To utter it should be a symbol of shame;
Ambition and courage it daily is crushing;
It blights a man's purpose and shortens his aim.
Despise it with all of your hatred of error;
Refuse it the lodgement it seeks in your brain;
Arm against it as a creature of terror,
And all that you dream of you someday shall gain.

Can't is the word that is foe to ambition
An enemy ambushed to shatter your will;
Its prey is forever the man with a mission
And bows but to courage and patience and skill.
Hate it, with hatred that's deep and undying,
For once it is welcomed 'twill break any man;
Whatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying
And answer this demon by saying: "I can."

Mirror,

In the mirror, you are staring at me.
Who are you, where are you from?
I come closer, encouraged by my curiosity.
Who are you, where are you from?

I recognise something in your eyes.
Who are you, why are you here?
I watch and see how your eyebrows raise.
Who are you, why are you here?

Its not just curiosity, I really care.
Who are you, where have you been?
The look in your eyes and mine are similar.
Who are you, where have you been?

You are always there, yet you never speak.
Who are you? I really want to know.
And why is it me at who you always peek?

may 17th 2003 D.S.