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Jan2012 Poem
To thou, as in, on the love
(title mimicking the very words of the year: Two Thousand and Twelve)
To thou,
as in,
On the Love,
I lend a little from my hub.
A thought,
A share,
To you,
The Allotted Care,
More than a dew drop on a leaf,
Much alike a deauctatental* glyph,
Just a spot of inspiration rained down softly
on a stacked up sheaf…
… of anything… to anywhere… of any layer.
Now, let’s place more care…
To thou,
As scent would have to halve
the particles of dedication,
I place a tad of class.
I know,
I say, I realize,
That everything is to be devised,
Prior to be expedited as an advice,
And before the inks have weighed in,
Thus, as the step by step distinction applies the splice,
Make sure confidence is plied within.
To thou,
A sand sent for the weaving,
I grant a little of my land.
It doesn’t have to be sophistication,
Just a dash of communication
All for you,
Splash of pacification!
To thou,
A sound hand to the shelves,
I extend my written contribution.
You bring your needs,
And I suggest to them.
You voice your concerns,
And I write to them.
You cry out your worries,
And I serenade to them.
You let a tab in asking “But, what’s been?”,
And I, on a tablet, bring up
while bringing it down a notch… “It’s been.”
I give into your care
the life, its trends, its heels,
Yet I will still hold on
to the love, its look and feel.
I place into your trust
my heart, its beat, its passion,
And I ask of you to place
your heart, its heat, its promise.
I place upon your lips
the words that kiss,
and not the ones that bite.
To thou,
as in,
On the Love,
I am a table-offering to the chairs of your thought.
©DD, 2011-2012
“deauctatental” = coincidentally brought in from the influx of inspirations, styles, motifs and the likes; a thought which came up by chance, whilst situated in the middle of (also confronted by) numerous inspiration sources (or resources); an attentive person, observing and taking it all in. base words: d’eau + coincidental. to “d’eau” = to create, to come up with something from your own flow, from your own source; to deliver like a flow; to continue pouring from your own spring, metaphorically speaking.
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JulLive long, Live on, Live strong Charity poem
The memory... A paper fled across the tables of my mind, It ripped through me like a shred, Like a shred of evidence that life lives on. The stage, A canvas with appeal, One which paints or stains whatever faints, whatever the lanes we all have to take sometimes, Because life forces us to change the rhymes, at one exchange or another. That's what I saw, That's what I heard... Live long! Live strong! Live on! The sighting, A flight that lands across the runways, the thoughts, those funways, The kind that stirs up all the lessons, All the lessons of how it used to be, Teaching us how life should be from now on. The blinking, A stop and go for those who must, Across and over to the other side, Because it's there that we all end up while on this ride. And whether we take this ride or not, We are prepared for the soul, the mating, the knot! That's what I saw, That's what I heard... Live long! Live strong! Live on! The morale? Lives 'longside the moral, Across the balcony where we can see a mural. We can never see a plural of our thoughts, But the stains we see them, And the voices we hear them, And the thoughts we process them. That's what I saw, That's what I heard... Live long! Live strong! Live on! written on Day 2 of the Livestrong Charity event by Artists4Life on blogtv by me, Deau. -
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JunMy life is my heart and I am a country
“The soul which breezes through me is the wind,
And the sky above is one of my eyes,
And the sky is wide opened.
The other eye is the earth I tread upon,
And the earth has depth.”From my poem “My life is my heart and I am a country” ©DD, 2011
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Jun"Let your thoughts scratch the surface of your mouth with the nails of your tongue"
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MarFrom deaulivery and beyond
Just completed a rhythm poem, but I’ll unveil the sequel to d’eau in April. Hint: the sky is the limit.
Prepare to be deaulivered beyond the sky!
You know what to do… follow me on Tumblr, and on Twitter @deaulivery or on facebook, even visit my podomatic site or the Books site. In fact, just http://deau.me ;-)
Peace, blessings and hugs!
®DD, 2011
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OctI am your notepad
A poem I wrote, also recited on this podcast. Enjoy:)
I am your notepad
when you cannot talk,I am your pillow
I am your table,
when you sigh or cry,
So please eat from me,
I am a fruit belonging to your tree.
I do not lean on what I cannot bend,
I do not walk where I have not been,
I cannot stem from things I've seen,
But I can dream.
I remain your field
to run out into
when the grass is cut,
I am your waterfall
to slip right under
when the stream runs dry,
I am your tongue
to fill your mind with
when the speech finds drought,
But I am not a doubt,
I'm just a scene.
I do not seal a deal until I totally feel it;
I do spend time out with the feelings and their dealings.
Would you, then, let me be your billing?
I do not feed on things that happened,
I do my dance in-amongst the rhymes of times,
Would you, please, join me?
I cannot paint, but I can be your art,
Like a scheme, like a chart,
Like a revival to the heart when it stops...
... jumps...
... hides...
Then comes out again to join its counterpart...
Would you let that one be me?
I cannot start until you end
a thing or two,
a word or more,
Just like the sun's ray reflects into a lake,
Then it begs to stop there,
Yet its reflections seems to dive a little deeper,
Just like a word seems to deepen
at the mention of a feeling,
of a dealing,
Yielding to the play of the water and its waves,
& its currents and its plays.
Could I be yours,
Could you be mine,
And join that forever on the dip of time?!
©DD, 2010
More poetry of mine to be found in the books I wrote.
This poem is exclusively written for this,
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OctThis Sunday, starting at 2pm EST The Live Deau Show!
Includes more episodes from my exclusive mystery series True-Deau.
Welcome by:)
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OctSincere
This is a post from the blog on my site, featuring a poem I wrote in Romanian, while below you can read a version of it in English which I annexed.
Sincer
In voia mersului te lasi,
In instanta stopajului te opresti ,
Despre timp te interesezi,
Si pe ganduri te asezi.
Oare pe cine vei citii
Atunci cand umbrele se vor clintii!?
Oare in voia caruilor ramuri te vei lasa
Atunci cand zambetele cuiva te vor alinta?!
Sub suspinul cerului pasesti,
De aglomeratia lumii te separi,
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Terminand un capitol, te pregatesti a citi un altul,
Dar nu inainte de a descoperii culmea destinului:
Aceea care ti se va oferi ca un inger,
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Sincere
In the will of walking, you let yourself,
In the instance of stopping, you halt yourself,
About the time, you inquire,
And on thoughts, then, you settle.
I wonder whom will you read
When the shadows will move!?
Which of the branches will you rely upon,
Then when someone’s smiles would have caressed you?!
Under the sobbing sky, you tread,
Away from the crowded world, you separate yourself,
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Finishing one chapter, you prepare reading another,
But not before discovering the height of destiny:
That one who will offer herself to you like an angel,
…
©DD, 2010
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Sep
Poetic lines by yours truly featuring opposing views from a leaf and from a rose :)
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Sep"A perfume is like a short story; it has you turn page after page from the comfort of your own imagination."
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SepTo a future You
To a significant you
in a future with me,I’m writing a note
to keep you afloat…Because, of all of the things
which have sparks,
which are blings,You are my most prized boat
which gives shape
and adds sails
to
my
heart!
To be continued…
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SepSep, The Tember
This is a poem i wrote over the past couple of days, and it is a play on the word and the month September. Noteworthy: “‘Xept” means except, and “‘Cept” means accept.
'Xept the temper,
There's a place so serene, Past the timber, We won't ever see any of its scenes. That sounds rather untamed... Well, you see, Sep the Tember is here. Without a proper reception, This Scepter of amber will be borne by the air, Without some accentuated traction, Sep the Tember may lose its flair. When I got here, times thought a-falling... ... 'Xept the tempo... 'Xept the tempo. When you feel time is derailing, Accept not the tampering, For Sep the Tember is here. Inuendos and incognitos sought a tempo 'round here. Now there are walls and stuccos pitted against the cries of our chests. When can we get out those feelings we'd never thought we'd be getting out Just about now? How can we manifest this temperament, While still maintain the calm above all? Maybe it's time we acknowledge that Sep the Tember, which sets the tempo, is here! When I got here, times thought a-falling... ... 'Xept the tempo... 'Xept the tempo. When you feel time is derailing, Accept not the tampering, For 'Sep the Tember is here, Yes, 'Sep the Tember is here!!
©DD, 2010
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