Tremendous – Dona Ghenof

(poem by me. I was challenged to write a poem with this title)

tremendous love I have for whom I call „you”

from the way you shave like a human

to the way you proove

that you’re no one, ever, no „you”

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I wouldn’t have understood your ways

have I not been there in my days

I wouldn’t love someone so true

Have I not come from the same stars as you

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tremendous respect and appreciation

for the way you contain my mindless chatter

for the way you protect me from pain

and the ways you support my dreams, always

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you don’t lie, and I would’ve known either way

you don’t pretend I always act okay

you nudge to the path that is correct

you show where I need to heal and detect

some things I still need to embrace or reject.

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it’s tremendous how you appeared in my life

I recognized you from the start

you were pretty unplugged

I plugged you back in and I knew

you’ll be okay without us two

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but you freaking weren’t, okay?

you kept visiting my archway.

you watched as I journaled in tune

and you showed yourself flying towards the moon,

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tremendous suffering we have healed

for us and all those coming beneath

tremendous love we have felt

tremendous blessings we were dealt.

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I will never forget these times in my life

I want you whole and I want you aligned

Be here for me please, all my life

Be my friend, my lover and my light.

Dona Ghenof

Univers – Dona Ghenof

Photo Mar 21, 2013, 11_06 AM

Father Sun Mother Moon
Fasting till the end of June
Creed of goons and old buffoons
Dancing naked to the tune

Oh how cold Alaska
How cold the narrow streets
Of New York City when this darkness springs
How Old the Angels that walk among these streets

How cold are you between the sheets.
Are you an Angel? Are you a star?
Are you a naked diamond from Qatar.

Am I a piece of you
Am I undone
Am I a naked black old star.

Or am I you
From another life
Am I the Dark, are you the Light?

Photo Mar 21, 2013, 11_48 AM

Tată Soare Mamă Lună
Ţin post până la sfârşitul lui Iunie
Cult de nebuni – bufoni bătrâni
Dansează veşnic pe o melodie străveche;

Oh ce rece-Alaska
Ce reci străzile strâmte
Ale bătrânului New York când se lasă-ntunericul.
Cât de bătrâni Îngerii care patrulează aceste străzi?

Şi ţie între cearceafuri, ţi-e cumva frig, baby?
Esti un Înger? Cumva o stea?
Sau poate-un diamant din ţinutul Qatar.

Sunt o bucăţică din tine?
Sunt neterminată?
Sunt cumva o stea goală şi-ntunecată?

Sau sunt chiar tu
Dintr-o altă viaţă
Spune-mi, sunt eu oare Întunericul şi tu Lumina?

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DONA GHENOF