Poems @ MindSay

THE VIOLINIST

 

One night as she sat sheltering herself from the rain.
She heard a splash in the river.. a black case floated by.
It took her awhile to retrieve it and to her surprise it was a violin.
It wasn't an expensive one but a good one nonetheless.
She would practice  trying to remember what her grandfather had said about finger placement.
She could hear the music in her head yet images of him very faint.
She could see his fingers dancing as he played.. the violin, his mistress.
If she but could play half as well as her grandfather then she could play for coins or food.

She would play till her fingers bled
She needed to make some money to feed herself
If she made it past the thieves..she would be fortunate.
She would buy food for the other street children as well.
It was a huge onus placed upon her shoulders
She was no more than twelve yet her soul was old
She'd recall in dreams watching her grandfather play
To regain that life would indeed have been bliss.

She had been kidnapped and left for dead somewhere foreign
Never knowing how to get home again.
She hid under bridges and ate what scraps she found.
Becoming ill from some foods and in death's embrace once too often.
To have been home and warm would have been enough.
Now she hiding under bridges for safety and rest.
Protecting her violin as best as humanly possible.
The thieves were looking to take it from her.
For now she rested...the violin safely by her side.

 

cp.MagikGypsy 2008

What do you mean to me?

You mean the entirety of the state of Virginia

Add Texas to that.

No, you mean the entire United States of America.

The entire continent of North America!

You mean the entire Western Hemisphere,

You mean from here across the Atlantic

You mean the world to me, and yet so much more!


You mean the entire solar system (Pluto included) to me.
You mean the entire milky way to me

You mean the entire Universe to me.

You mean the entire universe, and the parallel universes that surround it to me!

But wait, would it be greater to mean those that are not noticed?

You mean the molecules to me, that which makes us up,
and the atoms that make them up
and even the bits of condensed energy that holds them all together to me.

After all, without them we wouldn't exist, it is how we are made.


You mean the energy to me.

That is how much I love you.

"What you mean"
Jake

What is trust?

This thing people take for granted.

Some say it is a measurement of a person's worth,
others nothing important at all.

What do you do when this trust is broken?

Do you ignore it, allowing people to walk all over you?

Or do you act on it, burning bridges and allowing negativity in the world?

Anyone?

~"Questions of Trust"
~~Jake

Simply said shall suffice:  On a warm sunny Sunday morn while working in my garden, here in Qingdao on the coast of China, Zhou Li brought me a gift of three hand-written poems. The first, she told me, is by an English poet. The other two are her recent works.

 

FALLING SNOW

 

The snow whispers about me

And my wooden clogs

Leave notes behind me in the snow

But no one will pass this way

Seeking my foot steps.

And when the temple bell rings again

They will be covered gone.  [sic; presented as written]

 

 

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by Zhou Li

_{copyright reserved: Qingdao, Shandong, P.R.. China   April 12, 2008}

 

_{Some one on your mind}

_{Some one in your eyes}

_{Some one in your heart}

_{Some one passed by you  [like a blind; struck out]} 

          _{never see.}

 

Our Love has no Spring.

by Zhou Li

_{copyright reserved: Qingdao, Shandong, P.R.. China   April 12, 2008}

 

Yes, Our Love has no Spring.

It passed by Summer, by Autum, by winter

Only you Spring, you and I we have a date.

Then I can lay in your arms forget myself

     with inebrtation and sweet.

You give me green willows, give peach blossom.

You give me Yulan  [?] give me cherry blossom

You give me full eyes of green . also

   soft petting.

 

   Loving you Spring .

 

  My favorite Lover .              [sic: presented as written]

You are so good,
but are you good enough
to escape hell and
all its demons?
You are so pure,
so untouched
by all that is filthy,
by all that is low,
but when it comes
to the end what
will happen to you?
Where will you end up?
You tried so hard to
be the best,
to be on top of it all
that you have driven
even your friends away.
Everyone but you
could see your destiny.
Everyone but you
saw the ending
however sick
it turned out to be.
Don't go this way,
you have been warned,
don't do these things,
you have been told.
It's up to you to
decide what your
fate may be.