...please explore this page from its beginning 'til the end,
it was made with so much love for you to enjoy!!!

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“God Guide My Pen”

by Brian G. Jett (C)1998~(co-author)

I ask of You, my dear Father, that You will guide my pen
So the words provided me through You, will help another friend

I am so uncertain, of what my pen will write
My prayer, my God so faithful, is that you will lend me sight

The clear and unquestionable vision, to give me guidance when
I begin to write the things You want, as I start to use my pen

I ask that Your words work through me, a co-author I merely am
As You merit all the good I share, through prose I write and send

For what is mine is Yours I know, all gifts you’ve given me
Let me share not mine but Yours, and do so with humility

My petition I earnestly bring to you , all words I’ll write this day
May they come from You who gave me life, please guide my pen I pray

(This poem is very special for me since it's a poem
about my poems and more...)

A Passion that Allured
by Brian G. Jett

Most allured was I by the spirit of her writing,
Fluid, passionate, full of hope
A hint of despair, her feelings she wore
Through prose, her pen told her story, it was mine

Her passion of love lost and love gained fueled that
That which I had lost throughout my years
Where did it go?  I do not know nor do I care
Her words are there, always for me to re-visit as I desire
And for the longest time I do, thanks to her bearing of soul
Have it again—desire
Desire to hold close she that is close
Always close but forsaken before by a lost passion
A renewed desire to touch, kiss, and do so with a greater
passion, a
greater desire
For a longer time, a time unable to be measured by clock or time
piece Rather measured by my perception of time, it is my choice

To hold closely to my breast, feeling her warmth
Her desire renewed by my own
A gift passed on by her pen
A desire renewed by her pen
The passion cannot fade, it has been found
I know where to find it
And so my desire of this passion newly found I can find
On the lips I wish to kiss
For her passion is not selfish, I own this passion and desire
I will re-visit her words, for this is my desire…

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Thank you so much Brian, God gives us talents so we can
share his blessings with others!!!
Roxana

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I bought a poetry book of the famous poet from Chile: Pablo Neruda.
He is one of my favorite poets...
Why? Because of the beauty of his poetry at a time when close minds controled to some extent,
the freedom of writing...
We are lucky to have these cyberpages of freedom,
to be able to share ourselves with others!
Well...no more of me...
Here in a translation by Donald Walsh,
from the book: "The Captain's Verses", a bilingual poetry book:

Absence

I have scarsely left you
when you go in me, crystalline,
or trembling,
or uneasy, wounded by me
or overwhelmed with love, as when your eyes
close upon the gift of life
that without cease I give you.

My love,
we have found each other
thristy and we have
drunk up all the water and the blood,
we found each other
hungry
and we bit each other
as fire bites,
leaving wounds in us.

But wait for me,
keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
a rose.

In Spanish:
"Ausencia"

Apenas te he dejado,
vas en mí, cristalina
o temblorosa,
o inquieta, herida por mí mismo
o colmada de amor, como cuando tus ojos
se cierran sobre el don de la vida
que sin cesar te entrego.

Amor mío,
nos hemos encontrado
sedientos y nos hemos
bebido toda el agua y la sangre,
nos encontramos
con hambre
y nos mordimos
como el fuego muerde,
dejándonos heridas.

Pero espérame,
guárdame tu dulzura.
Yo te daré también
una rosa.

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This poem shared by Fu'ad Rahman from Cape Town, South Africa
is written in such a way I asked Fu'ad if I could add it
to my page. Thank you Fu'ad for sharing with us your gift!

What is beauty?
By Fu'ad Rahman

How often in your dreams have you longed.
Timeless is the spirit, forever the life. Within the soul
shines forth eternal beauty and in the flesh the
longing.
That loving force of dazzling light, that awesome
beauty of exquisite wonder, that fountain of life, that
God.
Your beauty is not your own, your youth not lasting;
without truth there is no beauty, there is no joy.
To love is not real, to live not life, to wish not true.
Without God there can be no beauty, there can be no
life.
It is He who created you, oh beloved! Should I love
you, or should I love Him?
If I choose to love you, I will surely loose. Your love
will perish. And, if I do, it is but His love I feel
through you.
This flesh who is not I, but a garment of my spirit;
shall you love my body or shall you love me?
My nights will I spend away from bed, and my days
away from home.
In the stillness of the nights I will be calling out for
God
And in the day search for Him.
If you want to share this life with me, I promise to
forsake the ladies of paradise and have you with me.

(e-mail: frahman@homemail.co.za )

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This is a poem of insights from my friend Juan Schnieder from Puerto Rico.
Thank you for sharing yourself with us Juan!...ENJOY!!!

Behind the Door

Entering the exit
Passing through the port.
The door which separates you from the world
You are now a full grown adult.

Separated from mommy's cord.
You drink no more from the breast.
Fed no more from the spoon.
Flown away from the nest.

High hopes and aspirations
Problems ready to tackle.
You are in the REAL world now.
Wishes are granted for yourself.

Some can handle it.
Others can't handle the darkness which it holds.
A bright light before you
Leaving no shadow to behold.

Brightest of the bright,
Yet darkest of the dark.
The mirage of one good life before you,
Behind it; petrifying death which you are ready to embark.

Quick as lightning,
Ready to strike
Take one last breath
On your fina hike.

A boat which can be ridden,
Like a kiddie ride.
Or take matters in your OWN hands,
And steer it with pride.

A cruise for the bravest,
A journey once begun.
You're in the REAL WORLD NOW.
A battle to be won.

Keep your chin up.
Keep your shoulders back.
Look straight forward.
Be ready to attack.

You may take cuts and bruises,
from head to toe.
But at least your are alive.
And ahead you will go...

Love

Falling in love is just the beginning...
Loving is more than first walks, and day dreaming.
Loving is tenderness, and caring; its giving ourselves
and protecting.
'Cause love means sacrifices and a call to us, human beings
for searching our souls, and rejecting selfishness;
a call for giving happiness, and for communicating our
feelings...
But love at times brings tears, and sharing our so human pains
with each other.
It's passion, caressing, embracing, and freshly wet kisses;
it's hugging, becoming, affirming.
Loving is living, and LIFE is God's most treasure giving!!!
A gift for you from your Friend,
Oceanrain. (Roxana Reyes)

A gift from my friend Maridela from Puerto Rico...thanks for sharing!!!

LIFE OBSERVATIONS

It takes years to build up trust,
but only seconds to destroy it.
You can get by on charm for about 15 minutes.
After that, you'd better know something.
Don't compare yourself to the best others can do,
but to the best you can do.
It's not what happens to people that's important.
It's what they do about it.
Always leave loved ones with loving words.
It may be the last time you see them.
You control your attitude or it controls you.
It isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
Your background and circumstances
may have influenced who you are,
but you are responsible for who you become.
Even if you do the right thing for the wrong reason,
it's still the wrong thing to do.

- Unknown
Paraphrased by Michael Bledsoe from a list sent to Inspire by Joe Gutierrez, Jr.

He aquí un poema de la poetisa puertorriqueña Julia de Burgos.
Julia, mi inspiración primera como poeta, compatriota y mujer.
Por que Julia vive en la eternidad de su poesía.

Casi Alba

Casi alba,
como decir arroyo entre la fuente,
como decir estrella,
como decir paloma en cielo de alas.

Esta noche se ha ido casi aurora,
casi ronda de luna entre montañas,
como una sensación de golondrina
al picar su ilusión en una rama.

Amanecer sin alas para huirse,
regreso de emoción hasta su alma,
palomitas de amor entre mis manos
que al asalto de amor subieron castas.

Noche rasgada al tiempo repetido,
detenida ciudad de esencias altas,
como una claridad rompes mi espíritu,
circundas mi emoción como una jaula.

Amor callado y lejos...
tímida vocecita de una dalia,
así te quiero, íntimo,
sin saberte las puertas al mañana,
casi sonrisa abierta entre las risas,
entre juegos de luces, casi alba...

You can email me at oceanrain.geo@yahoo.com

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