These Beautiful Love Games

by Robdar 17 Replies latest jw friends

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  Robdar

  Young lovers wisely say,

  "Let's try it from this angle,

  Maybe something marvelous will happen,

  Maybe three suns and two moons

  Will roll out

  From a hiding place in the body

  Our passion has yet to Ignite."

  Old lovers say,

  "We can do it one more time,

  How about from this longitude

  And latitude--

  Swinging from a rope tied to the ceiling,

  Maybe a part of God

  Is still hiding in a corner of your heart

  Our devotion has yet to reveal."

  Bottom line:

  Do not stop playing

  These beautiful

  Love

  Games

  --Hafiz, (1320-1389) 14th century Sufi poet

  Edited by - robdar on 28 June 2002 19:32:50
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  terafera

  Woo Robdar, that was beautiful!

  I have chills all over...

  I love those kinds of poems!
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  Robdar

  Terafera, I am glad that you like Hafiz also. Thanks for adding to my post. The book I took the poem from is entitled "The Gift, Poems by Hafiz, the Great Sufi Master. Not all Muslims are enraged hot heads intent on jihad. The Sufis are Muslim Mystics. To them, the love of Creator and creation is the true path. Again, I am glad that you enjoyed the poem. Feel free to post one or two of your favorite poems. I look forward to reading them. Love, Robyn
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  Celia

  Do not stop playing

  These beautiful

  Love

  Games

  It is so true, but life gets in the way
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  Solace

  Robdar,

  Swinging from a rope tied to the ceiling???

  Tehehe......
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  LB

  Well welll Heaven, don't you have the active mind

  Pretty and Naughty, perfect woman.
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  terafera

  I love Maya Angelou... here is one of my absolute faves.

  I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

  A free bird leaps
  on the back of the wind
  and floats downstream
  till the current ends
  and dips his wings
  in the orange sun rays
  and dares to claim the sky.

  But a bird that stalks

  
  down his narrow cage
  can seldom see through
  his bars of rage
  his wings are clipped and
  his feet are tied
  so he opens his throat to sing.

  The caged bird sings

  
  with fearful trill
  of the things unknown
  but longed for still
  and is tune is heard
  on the distant hill

  for the caged bird
  sings of freedom

  The free bird thinks of another breeze

  
  an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
  and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
  and he names the sky his own.

  But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

  
  his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
  his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
  so he opens his throat to sing

  The caged bird sings

  
  with a fearful trill
  of things unknown
  but longed for still
  and his tune is heard
  on the distant hill
  for the caged bird
  sings of freedom.

  Edited by - terafera on 28 June 2002 22:11:39
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  Solace

  LB, Im sorry, I guess I was just kind of picturing that in my mind.

  The poem is beautiful Robdar. I understand its meaning. Thanks for sharing it.
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  Robdar

  Tera,

  Thank you for posting Maya Angelou's poem. "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings" is one of my favorites also.

  I hope that others will follow suit and post their favorite poems.

  Thanks again.

  Robyn
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  Robdar

  Heaven,

  I am glad you like the poem. Please feel free to share your favorites. I would love to read them

  Love,

  Robyn