Het goud van het graan,
Het groen van het gras,
Het wit van de wolken,
Het geel van de boterbloemen,
Het rood van de ondergaande zon,
Het landschap in zijn geheel,
En in vrede,
Valt in slaap.

D.S. 15 juli 1998

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

Today I like to show you a poem that’s very dear to me. Unlike most poems on my blogsite, I did not wrote this one myself. I wanted to share it with you but not without the original author’s permission. So I went on a search for the original authors email address or other means of contacting her. That was not too hard. Off course I already had her name and the title of the poem. A few minutes after entering the information in Google I had found what I needed. Laryalee’s email address.

Then I wrote her a letter by email explaining that I wanted to publish her poem on my blog and why her poem was so dear to me. At the time that I had found her poem I was living with my daughter in a shelter for abused females. Not the most easy situation and I found a lot of comfort, strength and courage in her poem aside of that, I simply love lavender. I printed it and pinned it on the note board it in our room. This was years ago and my life has changed much since then, as you can read on my blog, but I always kept the poem close.

I was somewhat worried that she may not even read my email because the information I had found was a little bit outdated. Nonetheless a week later I received a heartwarming  reply from Laryalee. She was moved by the letter I had written her and  was please that I had let her know what the poem meant to me. I was lucky.. The email address I had found was indeed outdated but faith let her receive my letter anyway.  She told me she had started to write in a time of depression after her husband had died. Writing poetry helped her deal with it and I can completely relate to that. She gave me permission to publish her poem and any others if I wished to, here on my blog and share it with my readers. So here it is… Lavender Moments.

Lavender Moments

Lavender moments roll down through the greyness
that sometimes hangs heavily over our heads;
if we can just catch one and breathe in its essence,
our thoughts will go swinging on lavender threads.

Lavender moments are clear with a focus
that shows us the rush of this journey we’re on;
we suddenly see the importance of pausing
to savor the sunlight before it has gone.

Lavender moments are fresh with awareness
of all that is precious — the waking-up smile
of a loved one, the warm validations of friendship,
the markers we leave at the end of each mile.

They’re filled with an “ah”, like a soft-feathered murmur
that layers a hush on our workaday lives.
Our burdens feel lighter, our faith becomes stronger
whenever a lavender moment arrives.

© Laryalee Fraser

The original poem is located here on her own website where you can find many more of her poems and writings. Please do pay her site a visit if you love reading poetry. I am glad I could share this poem that meant so much to me, with all of you and maybe someday someone will read it on my blog and can find just as much comfort in it as I did. Thank you Laryalee, for writing this wonderful heartwarming poem and giving me the chance to share it with my readers.

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."

A heart in a tree

If suddenly the sky got cloudy and grey
And rain would pour down on me all day

and raindrops start fall upon my head.
If lightning then flashed and thunder said,

You’re granted a wish, What will you do?
I’d close my eyes, and think of you…

Think of you and wished you where here
For us, this valentines day, to share,

our love, laughter and stories of life,
to watch you take your pocket knife,

to carve a heart in a tree,
and add the names of you and me…

D.s. feb 14 2009 03:55 am

Un corazón en un árbol – A heart in a tree translated

Si de repente el cielo nublado y gris tiene,
Y la lluvia para que sobre mí­ todo el dí­a,

Y empezar a caer las gotas de lluvia sobre mi cabeza.
Si entonces los rayos y truenos destellado dijo

Usted está concedido un deseo, ¿Qué vas a hacer?
Yo cierro los ojos, y pensar en ti …

Piense en usted y que usted desea aquí­,
Para nosotros, este dí­a de San Valentín, a compartir

Nuestro amor, risas e historias de vida,
Para ver de tomar su cuchillo de bolsillo

Para tallar un corazón en un árbol,
Y añadir los nombres de usted y yo …