Squashing force by Marieta Maglas (short books for teens txt) 📖

gelid wind creeps up its spine
The lifeless forest highlands its somberness
The dusky frozen autumn
Like a decrescent moon in the eclipse
Suffers the ignominy of being left behind
In the faintly confused history
The nature can wait the winter to come
Dressed in her refulgent white
For restoring her sovereignty 
Like a queen with blue heart and icy tears

Prayer of the Children

Our Jesus Christ prayed himself and taught us how to pray
Avoiding the temptation and seeking the childness
Knowing ''The Our Father'' - prayer for every day
Thinking that even He was tempted in wilderness.

We pray for our bread and human needs of the day
But the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us
We're sinners ,our souls need to be renewed by this way 
God wants to save us so much ,He wants His kids to bless.

Hidden Feelings

 

 

This subtle cycle

Of hidden feelings 

Trapped internally

Seething love

Lurking beneath the voice

And the mood of reflection

Closing eyes

Deep breaths

Loneliness.

Michael Jackson's Tears

 

Virgin teeth
Of the musical instrument 
Ripping the melody
Into sounds
Spiritual vibrations
From the depth of the souls
Self-absorbed

Emotional resonance
In the air
At the touch 
Between voices
Secluded
Seemingly fossilized
Coiling into 
Our souls

Agony and ecstasy

Like making love

Seduction,
Passion,
Jealousy,
Domination
And possession
Mesmerizing the music

Sounds enclosing 
Words


Extreme sadness
And extreme joy
At the same time

Tears becoming cubes of light
Wondering
On the situation of their becoming


The resonating, 
Harmonizing effects
Of the music and dance
Of the sounds and movement


Resonating with the vibrations of the air

Sublime change
Of the speed, 
Strength,
Rhythm


Words 
Becoming alive 

Royal human voice
For magic songs
Sparkling like 
Diamonds 
In the sun-light

Eternity,
Apotheosis
Of a singer.

The Poet and the Poetess

 

The poet:

Oh..is it just a strange illusion..?
I feel love knocking on my door.
I know..and this is my confession..
I always loved you from my core.

The poetess:

My love is like a darkness fire
It's like a subconscious dream
It burns to kill any desire
Even you hate me and you scream

But I'll make you be completely mine
And you will feel so much alive
And when in dawn the sun will shine
you'll be yourself and you'll survive.

The poet:

Oh great..this is not an illusion.
This is love in its perfection.
Hard to believe but I know my dear..
This is true love's resurrection. 

The poetess:

My love for you is complete and strong
I feel we met in other life
And love of a life time is one song 
We sing it as husband and wife.

The poet:

I waited my whole life for this night
No matter how cold it is out
You changed my day ,you're the dawn of light 
Your love keeps me warm ,it's no doubt. 


The poetess:

When we can feel our love inside
And maybe it is more than love
It's our everything , it's our flood tide
A new world of time ,a rock dove.

And I feel this need deeply within
And our dawn entwining the souls
By inspiring breath and touching skin
At the moment we become whole.

Our Perfect Vision

 

I feel your love so hot
On my white skin


Becoming suddenly so reddish
As a reddish-tinged cloud
In front of the full moon
I feel your kisses 
Burning me inside
Suddenly
You turn me into someone else
You turn everything
Into intimate
You run into me from yourself
You're into me
It's a big turn
Showing how to turn cheap 'choice' 
Steaks into 'prime' steaks
Embodying our love
Embodying a deep connection with
Our souls
An eminently unique cruising
Connection 
Creating a destination
Shadows of thoughts trembling in between
Imperfectly perfecting
Our quality of being or becoming perfect 
Our act of love becoming a fight
For enlightening
Our perfect vision
And understanding 
The real meaning
Of love.

The Queen Anne's Lace

 

It's great Queen Anne's Lace
Curling inward her "birds' nest"
Closing her umbel upward
With spines of love fruits
White like snow ,with pink shyness
When she touches lips of sun
These lips are bees and
He drinks her nectar,his teeth
Are caterpillars eating
Her leaves with passion
Each white flower has two seeds
Making him desire her
And her hairy stem
After blooming in clusters.

I'm No Longer Blind (Quatern Poetry)

 

Dear Lord ,please have mercy on me
You're always near my painful soul
You are my focus and my goal
In the falling rain I'm your tree.


Help me for I am a sinner
Dear Lord ,please have mercy on me
'Cause I'm Your humble devotee
Asking Christ to come for dinner.


Guard Thou with light this pain of mine
I'm no longer blind I can see
Dear Lord ,please have mercy on me
Your words through me will always shine


Save me by Your grace ,set me free
Keep my way, truth and life in Christ
And so I'll know that Thou exist .
Dear Lord ,please have mercy on me

Edge-Incentric (Antipoem)

 

Outside of words
Laying down in sense
Against that 
Highlighting for more than
That dreamweaver
Wrapping down and up behind the time
In a sigh
Embracing balance over power
Self-contradiction in over-praising 
Pointing out in concave delusions
In yelping for no particular reason
Bounding out of essence
Into tense
Hunting its heraldic memory
Bearing down on burden
Infringing on those elemental rights
Sculpting that charismatic sphere
With upbeat wishes
Perfectly 
Arching into extension
Scratching on that silence
With all the words never said
And efforts on gasping and of gasping on survival
Sliding through its icy love
Outside of words
In that space of edge-incentric

Squashing Force

 

Caught in illusion
Left in agony
Being badly hurt
Victim of terror
With contorted face


Depredated
Walls closing in
Screams of anguish
Desperate howls


Squashing force
Frozen tears
Twisting thoughts


Nightmares
Bleeding


Death

 

The poems of Marieta Maglas have been selected and published in some anthologies at Ardus Publications, Sybaritic Press, Prolific Press, and others. Her poetry was published in Tanka Journal edited by Glenn Lyvers, The Aquillrelle Wall of Poetry Book Five edited by Aquill Relle , A Divine Madness: An Anthology of Modern Love Poetry edited by John Patrick Boutilier, Near Kin:A Collection of Words and Art Inspired by Octavia Estelle Butler edited by Marie Lecrivain, Three Line Poetry #25 edited by Glenn Lyvers, Contemporary Poetry: An Anthology of Present Day Best Poems and Literature Today: An International Journal of Contemporary Literature,  both being edited by Dr Pradeep Chaswal, ENCHANTED - Love Poems and Abstract Art edited by Gabrielle de la Fair, Intercontinental  Anthology of Poetry on Universal Peace and Love edited by Madan Gandhi and Chryssa Velissariou, and many other books.

 Her work has also appeared in some journals including Poeticdiversity Los Angeles edited by Marie Lecrivain, The Velvetillusion Literary Magazine Alabama, The Secret (La Revista) in Italy, FWM Magazine in the US, Trần Thu Trang in China, GNOSIS - A Poetry Journal™ in the US, I Am not a Silent Poet edited by Reuben Woolley and so many others.

 In 2013, Marieta Maglas has been nominated at The International Festivals of Poetry in Canada and Mexico.

 

 

Imprint

Text: Copyright © ® Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved .March 2010.
Publication Date: 03-08-2010

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Dedication:
''A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.'' Honore de Balzac I dedicate this book to my readers.