The Many Happenings of the Underground
All that running, feeling flushed
Almost passing Waterloo.
Stepped into an oven, summer aiding
Riding on the Bakerloo.
What a crowd, small and large
Colours galore, many talents
Oh and we're reaching the circus of Oxford.
Mind yourself, mind that gap
Oh for Heaven's sake, not after that fall from London Bridge.
Victoria's crying now, wailing and flustered
What was that? I couldn't hear you.
No, no we're jumping off to get the Victoria; that's what I said.
Mind the gap? More like mind my foot mate,
I'd like to walk outta here to see the Modern Tate.
Let's have a staring competition,
I bet I'm better at it than you are.
Elbow pressed against mouth, nose leaning into armpit, forehead butting chest,
The joys of a rush on a central.
Excuse me please? I'm sorry what does that mean? Let me respond with a nose flair and a cutting eye.
I really just want to get off ma'am,
To meet the elephant at it's castle.
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You’re excused.
These days,
All that’s passing through is hay,
And I think it’s safe to say,
I’ve been dating excuses in a way.
Staying is something of non existence,
In this life of mine, it’s tiresome, hence,
Why I’m writing this and I’ve spent many a pence.
On excuses, on lies and without one speck of sense.
Always hoping the next one would linger,
Be on the same wavelength and not hinder,
Me from elevating, put a ring on this finger.
But here I go, again, swiping on Tinder.
Call it what you want from that high seat,
It’s easy to look down when you’ve found your feat.
Some of us haven’t been lucky, we beat.
And it’s mundane, now I’m feeling the heat.
Holding on to what-ifs and maybes,
Should be holding hands and babies.
But do I have the bandwidth for newbies?
The burden of waiting may someday ease.
- CD
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Loving you it´s not always
being by your side,
is not always thinking about you,
is not always dreaming about you;
it´s to be available for you,
it´s to be you, become one with you,
it´s to be aware of your dreams,
and of mine with you,
it´s allowing you to know me completely
all the way to the very center of my pain,
and of my love.
Loving you is not
to shelter myself in you;
it´s building a shelter together,
with our hands,
where the whole world can fit in.
Loving you is not writing
you love poems;
is being love when I write to you,
and when I don´t.
Loving you is not expecting
something from you;
is simply waiting for you,
in the silence,
at night and in the day.
Loving you is not flattering you,
it´s not enhancing your vanity,
it´s not weakening you,
it´s not confusing you;
it´s to show you the value of your shadow, the wonder of your own light,
it´s to help you to live alert,
it´s to want you to fly
while I watch you, absorbed,
joyful.
Loving you is not just looking at you,
smelling you or tasting you;
it´s to look along with you at anything at the same time,
to become one with your scent,
to be a part of you.
Loving you is not to write
that I love you;
is sharing with you
the best of me (love),
without ever turning back,
without a horizon.
Loving you it´s not renounce
to my dreams for you;
it´s to awake from my dreams
with you,
held by your hand.
Loving you is not
to demand from you,
it´s not forcing you,
it’s not to put pressure on you,
is not convincing you,
is not defeating you;
it´s to help you to break free from yourself,
from me, from it all,
it´s to give you my breath,
to seduce you
without any desire,
nor an objective,
it´s to enjoy you.
Loving you is not saying that I love you,
is not thinking that I loved you,
that I will love you;
it´s to ask myself whether I love you,
it´s to feel it, allowing it to develop in me,
without even needing
to tell you about it.
Loving you is not projecting
ideas about you, it´s not idealizing you;
it´s to see you from afar, from up close,
from inside, (from you),
from outside,
see you beyond me.
Loving you is not to fear you,
is not to own you,
is not to guard you,
Is not to watch you;
it´s to hug you warmly,
it´s to open my door to you,
it´s to observe you in plain sight,
in total darkness,
with the eyes of my soul.
To love you it´s not to want you
only when you love me,
when you´re pretty,
when you smile,
when you kiss me,
when you caress me,
when you walk with elegance,
when you are calm,
when you are happy;
it´s to accept you completely
just as you are,
always and everywhere,
with simplicity,
and joy.
Loving you
it´s not to reject your flaws;
it´s to become sensitive to them,
without ever expecting
you to change them.
Loving you is not to desire to
be the center of your life;
it´s to lead you,
if you allow me,
if am able to,
to the life of your core,
without looking for any rewards.
Loving you is not to look at you from above,
or from below, from behind,
from the front; it´s to cultivate a balance
that goes back and forth passing by our common center.
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Authors: mavisu kumsal-things
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Amarte no es desear
ser el centro de tu vida;
es conducirte,
si tú me lo permites,
si soy capaz de hacerlo,
a la vida de tu centro,
sin buscar recompensas.
Amarte no es
refugiarme en tu persona;
es construir un refugio juntos,
con nuestras propias manos,
donde pueda caber el mundo entero.
Amarte no es escribirte
mis poemas de amor;
es ser amor cuando te escribo,
y cuando no.
Amarte no es esperar algo de ti;
es simplemente esperarte,
en silencio,
de noche y de día.
Amarte no es
estar siempre a tu lado,
no es pensar siempre en ti,
no es soñar siempre contigo;
es estar disponible para ti,
es ser tú, hacerme uno contigo,
es ser consciente de tus sueños,
y de los míos contigo,
es permitir que
me conozcas por entero
hasta el mismo centro de mi dolor,
y de mi amor.
Amarte no es halagarte,
no es envanecerte,
no es debilitarte,
no es llamar tu atención,
no es confundirte;
es mostrarte la valía
de tu sombra, la maravilla
de tu propia luz,
es ayudarte a vivir alerta,
es querer que vueles
mientras te miro, absorto,
dichoso.
Amarte no es escribir que te amo;
es compartir contigo
lo mejor de mí (el amor),
sin vuelta atrás,
sin horizonte.
Amarte no es renunciar
a mis sueños por ti;
es despertar de mis sueños,
contigo,
tomado de tu mano.
Amarte no es exigirte, no es obligarte,
no es presionarte, no es convencerte,
no es derrotarte;
es ayudarte
a liberarte de ti, de mí, de todo,
es prestarte mi aliento, seducirte
sin deseos, ni objetivos,
es disfrutar de ti.
Amarte no es
decirte que te amo,
no es pensar que te amé,
que te amaré;
es preguntarme a mí mismo
si te amo,
es sentirlo, dejando
que se desarrolle en mí,
sin necesidad alguna de decírtelo.
Amarte no es proyectar
ideas sobre ti, no es idealizarte;
es verte desde lejos, desde cerca,
desde dentro (desde ti),
desde fuera,
verte desde más allá de mí.
Amarte no es temerte,
no es poseerte,
no es custodiarte,
no es vigilarte;
es abrazarte cálidamente,
es abrirte mi puerta,
es observarte a plena luz,
en total oscuridad,
con los ojos del alma.
Amarte no es exigirte, no es obligarte,
no es presionarte, no es convencerte,
no es derrotarte;
es ayudarte a liberarte de ti,
de mí, de todo,
es prestarte mi aliento, seducirte
sin deseos, ni objetivos,
es disfrutar de ti.
Amarte no es quererte
únicamente cuando me amas,
cuando estás guapa,
cuando te sonríes,
cuando me besas,
cuando me acaricias,
cuando caminas con elegancia,
cuando estás tranquila,
cuando estás feliz;
es aceptarte entera
tal cual eres,
siempre y en todo lugar,
con sencillez,
con alegría.
Amarte no es
rechazar tus defectos;
es hacerme sensible a ellos
y hacerte sensible a ellos,
sin esperar jamás que los cambies.
Amarte no es sólo mirarte,
olerte, o probarte;
es mirar contigo a la vez
cualquier cosa,
hacerme uno con tu olor,
formar parte de ti.
Fusión poética (Turquía - Argentína)
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