Poetry in Motion

[Prototype]

Angel lust you like this ? : ) its a lyric though ...You're My Heart - Your're My Soul nga Modern Talking ....

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Deep in my heart, there's a fire - that's a burning heart
Deep in my heart, there's desire for a start
I'm dying in emotion
It's my world in fantasy
I'm living in my, living in my dreams

You're my heart, you're my soul
I keep it shining everywhere I go
You're my heart, you're my soul
I'll be holding you forever, stay with you together

You're my heart, you're my soul
Yeah, a feeling that our love will grow
You're my heart, you're my soul
That's the only thing I really know

Let's close the door and believe my burning heart
Feeling allright, come on, open up your heart
I'll keep the candles burning
Let your body melt in mine
I'm living in my, living in my dreams

[PrInCiPiEl]

Muhammed Ikball

• Reason and Love ('Ilm-au-'Ishq)
  
  (from "The Rod of Moses")
  
  60. Reason and Love
  
  Reason once said to me :
  Moonstruck is Passion !
  Passion once said to me :
  Reason would fashion
  Mere worms in her book,
  Men bloodless and pale !
  --Passion, a look ;
  Reason, a veil.
  
  Passion, hot breeze on
  The World-strife's fervescence--
  The attribute Reason
  Shows, Passion the essence !
  She is peace and long-during,
  Life, death, the reply
  In her silence immuring
  To Reason's shrill cry.
  
  She moulds on her wheel
  The king's oath, the priest's vows,
  Her poor thrall with the seal
  And the sceptre endows:
  
  She is dweller and dwelling,
  And country and hour,
  And victory-compelling
  Faith is her dower.
  
  By the path Love has branded
  Hearth-welcome is hidden,
  The storm-wave commanded,
  The hugged shore forbidden :
  No fruits in her season,
  But lightnings above--
  The Book's offspring is Reason,
  Its parent is Love.

¤ Shënim
Muhammed Ikball lindi më 9 Nëntor , 1877 , në Sialkot,Punxhab.
Ai i mbaroi studimet në Government College , Lahore, Philosophy and Arabic and English Literature për titullin akademik Bachelor of Arts. Magjistroi më 1899.
Më vonë në Europë, më 1905 dhe në vitet që pasojnë, Ikballi përfundon
studimet edhe për:
- Law degree at Lincoln's Inn,
- Bachelor of Arts në Cambridge dhe
- Doctor of Philosophy ( PhD ) në Universitetin e Munich-ut në Gjermani.
Ndërroi jetë më 21 Prill 1938.


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[PrInCiPiEl]

• In the West, Intellect is the source of life,
  In the East, Love is the basis of life.
  Through Love, Intellect grows acquainted with Reality,
  And Intellect gives stability to the work of Love,
  Arise and lay the foundations of a new world,
  By wedding Intellect to Love.

Muhammed Ikball

[PrInCiPiEl]

• Love for You took me from myself; it is You I need, You.
  I burn for You both night and day; it is You I need, You.
  I take no joy in worldly wealth, nor feel dismay at poverty.
  I am content with Your love; it is You I need, You.
  Their love of You destroys Your lovers; it plunges them in love's sea.
  It fills them with the sight of You; it is You I need, You.
  If I were intoxicated by love's wine, and should become mad and destitute,
  My concern would be of You night and day; it is You I need, You.
  The mystics need their gatherings for conversation; the brothers need the other world
  Majnûns need their Leyla; it is You I need, You.
  If they should kill me and fling my ashes to the sky,
  My dust would cry there, "It is You I need, You."
  Yunus Emre is my name; my fire increases day by day.
  In the two worlds my goal is this: it is You I need, You.

Yunus Emre

[Cupke_pe_Korce]

this one is very sexy indeed ;) or better said, it is true!

When a Woman Loves a Man
(David Lehman)


When she says margarita she means daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again,"
she means, "Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window."

He's supposed to know that.

When a man loves a woman he is in New York and she is in Virginia
or he is in Boston, writing, and she is in New York, reading,
or she is wearing a sweater and sunglasses in Balboa Park and he
is raking leaves in Ithaca
or he is driving to East Hampton and she is standing disconsolate
at the window overlooking the bay
where a regatta of many-colored sails is going on
while he is stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway.

When a woman loves a man it is one ten in the morning
she is asleep he is watching the ball scores and eating pretzels
drinking lemonade
and two hours later he wakes up and staggers into bed
where she remains asleep and very warm.

When she says tomorrow she means in three or four weeks.
When she says, "We're talking about me now,"
he stops talking. Her best friend comes over and says,
"Did somebody die?"

When a woman loves a man, they have gone
to swim naked in the stream
on a glorious July day
with the sound of the waterfall like a chuckle
of water rushing over smooth rocks,
and there is nothing alien in the universe.

Ripe apples fall about them.
What else can they do but eat?

When he says, "Ours is a transitional era,"
"that's very original of you," she replies,
dry as the martini he is sipping.

They fight all the time
It's fun
What do I owe you?
Let's start with an apology
Ok, I'm sorry, you dickhead.
A sign is held up saying "Laughter."
It's a silent picture.
"I've been fucked without a kiss," she says,
"and you can quote me on that,"
which sounds great in an English accent.

One year they broke up seven times and threatened to do it
another nine times.

When a woman loves a man, she wants him to meet her at the
airport in a foreign country with a jeep.
When a man loves a woman he's there. He doesn't complain that
she's two hours late
and there's nothing in the refrigerator.

When a woman loves a man, she wants to stay awake.
She's like a child crying
at nightfall because she didn't want the day to end.

When a man loves a woman, he watches her sleep, thinking:
as midnight to the moon is sleep to the beloved.
A thousand fireflies wink at him.
The frogs sound like the string section
of the orchestra warming up.
The stars dangle down like earrings the shape of grapes.

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Guys, did you hear that? you are supposed to know "certain things" ;)

[Cupke_pe_Korce]

Butterfly

Butterfly, the wind blows sea-ward,
strong beyond the garden-wall!
Butterfly, why do you settle on my
shoe, and sip the dirt on my shoe,
Lifting your veined wings, lifting them?
big white butterfly!

Already it is October, and the wind
blows strong to the sea
from the hills where snow must have
fallen, the wind is polished with
snow.
Here in the garden, with red
geraniums, it is warm, it is warm
but the wind blows strong to sea-ward,
white butterfly, content on my shoe!

Will you go, will you go from my warm
house?
Will you climb on your big soft wings,
black-dotted,
as up an invisible rainbow, an arch
till the wind slides you sheer from the
arch-crest
and in a strange level fluttering you go
out to sea-ward, white speck!

D. H. Lawrence

[BRADYKININ]

Weirddddd.....

Old Men by Ogden Nash

People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People look
At them with eyes that wonder when...
People watch with unshocked eyes;
But the old men know when an old man dies.

[PrInCiPiEl]

Asrâr-i Khudi

• "On the gibbet thou canst say it,
  But on the pulpit thou canst not say it"

Muhammed Ikball

[PrInCiPiEl]

• Remember
  
  
  
  • Remember
    There were some unicorns
    in the forest of yore.
    Playful and white
    they walked through the waning moon
    in early dawn.
    Lilies grew out of their steps.
    
    But, dear, once you smiled at them
    and they bowed at your feet,
    melting like dew,
    And I
    cried
    envying them.

Annemarie Schimmel


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[PrInCiPiEl]

• • If you have lost heart
    
    in the Path of Love
    
    Flee to me without delay ;
    
    I am a fortress invincible.

Rumi




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