Geremia

Mar 02, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

TO "NO ONE"

TO " NO ONE "

No one ever sang for me
Never asked me to dance
No one ever looked my way
With that special glance
No one ever knew
Who
They held
If only for a day
No one ever whispered
In my ear
Words of ecstasy
No one ever looked back to see
Who they left behind
No one was ever true to me
Loving , warm
Or
Kind

— Geremia, Mar 02, 2009

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Kailashana

17 years 3 months ago

lol. no one was ever and

lol. no one was ever and always loving enough for me..... only no one spoke sweet words of nothing in my ears.... no one ever tells me what to do...and how to do it.... (that's why I keep looking for *you*). ;-) ~A "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho

Geremia

17 years 3 months ago

You may be right

J.B. Longo-Geremia At least, no one tells me what to do...:) Thanks, Joe

Conect11

17 years 3 months ago

sigh

and thus such a curse and a blessing. Your rhythm, meter, and flow are spot on perfect, and you affect this with such a tender melancholy. Mark W. "our hope is in the living God, who is the Savior of all people and particularly of all believers." 1 Timothy 4:10

Geremia

17 years 3 months ago

Thanks, Mark

J.B. Longo-Geremia I appreciate your comments. I guess it is what it is or rather,at times, what we make it to be, yes ? :) Joe

Rett

17 years 3 months ago

J.B.

So melancholy. I have felt that way in my younger days, so I understand it. I got lucky and found my best friend 35 years ago and married her 34 years ago. I don't tell her what to do and she doesn't tell me. Once in a while she or I may ask the other one not to do something, but all it all it works out fine. *G* Well written and as Mark said. Rhythm and meter were spot on. Respectfully, Rett: "Next time you think you're perfect, walk on water." "A Democracy can withstand anything but Democrats." Robert A. Heinlein

Geremia

17 years 3 months ago

thanks!

J.B. Longo-Geremia It's hit and miss, I guess, but I keep on trying..:) Joe

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

Will you dance

was the last comment I wrote to you little knowing that this was a wish you had, we can dance with words Joe, can't we as you do so beautifully? Yours Anna

Geremia

17 years 3 months ago

TANGO ! :)

J.B. Longo-Geremia TANGO ¡Paso! * ¡Uno. Dos. Tres. Párate * Cuatro ! Straight lines and right angles. Passion and delight gliding Across the room. Mannequins with a soul None like I've seen before. Holding each other tight. Tight as they can Two as one One of two. A stare to nowhere. Frozen faces in a Greek tragedy. A reflected movement of poetry Played in an orgasmic mystery. Ecstasy In dance. Geometry in motion. * Paso [here] Steps in a dance *Stop!

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

I always said I would marry

I always said I would marry someone who could dance. I didn't, he stood stock still and let me dance round him!!! I remember the two or three dances that were memorable the rest of my life, one was a fox trot, me having forgotten how it went, as it was ladies choice I made a bee line for the man I had seen who seemed to dance best, the floor was a sprung one and we glided across it pivoting at the corners, only two pairs dancing, he was so very good at leading that I just flowed along with him, oh that was so wonderful, moving as one, and when I sat down I said what I said above: !`"I will m...." One of the other times was when trad.jazz, the slow type, inspired me to make up the patterns and my partner took up the same, and we created together varying movement and twirls, that was really creative and exciting. I have danced on the stage too in Catullus Carmina by Carl Orff, the love poems of Catullus, if the audience had understood what we were dancing to, the words were in Latin, they would have been shocked in 1960's, I was the 'puella defututa'!!!!! I was schooled in steps but one day when I decided to do my own thing, the leader said do that. The applause was undying and we came in four times before they stopped. Quite an experience. And I had been chosen out of hundreds of hopeful students (I was a professors wife-he didn't approve!) That was great fun. We did dance drama and sometimes would use music, sometimes words, which were to be mimed or danced, dividing the group into small groups we produced some wonderful spontaneous movement, occasionally speaking. A kind of dance poetry which I loved. As I may have said before the Indians say that dance is music, so too poetry and today I was walking on Winter's fireworks, or so it sounded, as the ice underfoot crackled in the same manner. Thank you for the dance, a tango is really something, I like the flamenco too so...so...so 'duende'. We must keep dancing in our spirit, even when the feet will not move as we wish, love to you Joseph from Annunciada.

Geremia

17 years 3 months ago

Tango

J.B. Longo-Geremia Thank you, Annuccia. your recollections are so interesting to hear! The TANGO is my favorite dance. Flamenco stirs the "gypsy" blood in me.:) I am very familiar with CATULLUS . I taught his Latin poetry for many years. Grazie assai, Annina Dal cure longobardolino

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

No wonder your language

No wonder your language is so ephemeral, floating and sensuous Joe.(Catullus) The day has been today, pastel in the evening, golden light filled the Oslo valley below us with the palest blues, and above the brilliantly white edged blanket of grey cloud rolled over us. The birch tree was dancing in the evening sun, later grey blushing billows, with beneath a clear blue, the trees on the hills delicately powdered with the white snowfall of the day. Now tones of the same colours darkened into shadows of themselves and it becomes night. This might fit the Noepoets about what I mentioned in an earlier comment here:-duende= SOUTH FROM GRANADA by Gerald Brenan P-101 " In Andalusía people say of a poem or thing that has some mysterious power attached to it, or rather that can for a brief space of time call on such a power, that "it" is duende! This can be said, for eg. of a bullfighter who has just roused a storm of applause by a succession of miraculous passes with the cape. It can also be said of a flamenco singer who at a juerga, or drinking party goes so far beyond his ordinary powers that his listeners are transpoted. The duende, that is, is the personification of the dyonisiac spirit breaking through into action, and since the country is Spain, in a sombre manner. Thus García Lorca reports a famous Gipsy singer, Manuel Torres, (I have a CD of him) as saying that all music and singing that "has black sounds in it" has duende. Another phrase of the same sort is tiene ángel, "has angel"....an idiomatic way of saying "has charm or grace". A person-....he can even be "desangelo", "unangled or colourless". He can also cast a buena sombra or mala sombra- all these expressions, which are only partly translatable, imply belief in a supernatural power, or mana (Moors baraka) which dwells in people and affects their character and capabilities, except that the phrase tien duende suggests a merely temporary and occasional possession, because duende only manifests himself in moments of great emotion." You know that your poems prompted me to find this quote! Yours Annduendicus (Well others have fantasy names on this site so why not I) Tu n'ai pas un curé?