lava
I am lava..
I AM Fire!
a river of Love flows from my heart..
overflowing my mouth..burning my lips..
my man..my mate..my lover..
looking for your water to quench my thirst in your pure ocean..once more..
you..my beloved..my sweet desire..
we met eons ago..remember?
before the world was world..
before the Word broke His silence…
before the Fall..
before the first bird sang his first song..
before hard Matter’s call..
I AM fire!
my ardent tongue erupts fiercely from my womb..
from the deep entrails of the Earth..
pregnant with Love I AM of you..
we can smell our prime aroma in the tears of the rain..in the wet grass..in the breath of the breeze..
i crave your pure freshness..
you’re longing for your passionate other..me..your mountain lover..
descending from my throne..
leaving my hidden kingdom..
I’ve burnt all the barriers in my way..
to be with you..
we are nearer..
we are nearer…
they hear my voice and are afraid..
who dares challenge Love?
they can’t stop me! I am the strongest!
the might of Mother Nature in all her glory!
see….
I am reaching the cliff..
ready to pour into your waters all my power..
will you swallow my flames putting me out..or will i burn you up and drown..?
will all the seas turn red or blue my thirst?
we’ll become purple vapor..
we are meant to be One in a fantasy never told..
oh! what a vision!
can see your cold waters turning hot!
I AM All Fire!
Oh, Lord!
together again!
huge rocks melting to meet the shore and be One with the Ocean of Love!
no separation any more..
imbued in you I’ll be the One I am..
Water..Fire..Earth..Air..
I AM ALL!
Love’s Lover..
🔉 Audio https://drive.google.com/file/d/1LqDtzcbODIY0iIkU0kTu6MfahnZC7_Wl/view?usp=drivesdk
Trini©11.6.2021
Amorous rest
My dear husband Steve left this world 4 years ago today.
This is one of his beautiful Love poems.
I love you ever…❤️❤️❤️
kissed of
amaranth
and amethyst
and more
amor
and morning light
vermouth
of aromatic herb,
in pastoral arms
by your very breath
i have slept
under sylphic spell
wrist to ankle
and dreamt
the amorous
and woken
in ardor.
©️The Unknowngnome 2007
🎨 ‘The Fulfillment’, by Gustav Klimt
Embracing You
O my Lord,
made Man for me,
here i am,
unworthy and contrite,
embracing You
in Your redeeming passion,
carrying my cross,
Your holy blood
dripping softly on my flesh.
i don’t deserve
Your many wounds
and sorrows…
Sweet Son of God,
the only Truth,
my Saviour,
teach me
to die with You
a little every day,
teach me to forgive
saying
‘they don’t know
what they do’
(don’t we…?),
teach me to live
thinking of others,
not only of myself,
teach me to give
not waiting to receive,
teach me to Love
as You Love us all,
teach me to be
in the Light of Your Faith.
🔊 Audio https://drive.google.com/file/d/10WHLF9uN8XkqEzLQtQpc_pqBOWa3_UpC/view?usp=drivesdk
Dulcina©️2019
🎨 ‘Compassion’
by William Adolphe Bouguereau
Mystic marriage
Ocean & Sand
Caressing the shore
in rhythmical tide,
back and forth…
back and forth…
day and night all along,
moved by the pull
of the golden sun,
moved by the pull
of the silver moon.
Sometimes calm,
sometimes rough,
as a constant lover,
quenching the thirst
of the quiet sand
waiting motionless,
waiting patiently,
for its amorous touch.
🔊 Audio https://drive.google.com/file/d/1BElvovwyfKyck26Qg7KtoCF1VVTWn-qZ/view?usp=drivesdk
Dulcina 2019
Fly
Divine dawn
Divine dawn…
New morning born…
God dressed in ruby and gold…
Mirroring the sun
The ocean sings its song…
Flaming waters…
The passion of Love…
My soul in fire shone…
🔊 Audio https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ssJawTzvXGr0ccH8JsskvHHDiAUJusgT/view?usp=drivesdk
Dulcina 2019
Towards the Light
Towards the Light
avid branches stretch
to be fed and grow.
O Lord,
same as trees
I am thirsty of You,
the fountain of Life,
the everlasting Truth
🔊 Audio https://drive.google.com/file/d/1mqG6qJL-jvG6OGGw6Xot__UzdXl0pjUB/view?usp=drivesdk
Dulcina 2019
Marble Ecstasy
Echoes from Eden
Above the chorus…
I dreamt a dream of angels soft
Surrounding us in sacred forest
Whilst we embraced in timeless bliss
Kiss after kiss sweet words in torrents
On mountain peace our Eden lain
Far from the crowd upon green meadows
Rainbows double smile in rain
Birds trill the songs our Lord sings mellow
In echoed plane…
In echoed plane…
Birds trill the songs our Lord sings mellow
Rainbows double smile in rain
Far from the crowd upon green meadows
On mountain peace our Eden lain
Kiss after kiss sweet words in torrents
Whilst we embraced in timeless bliss
Surrounding us in sacred forest
I dreamt a dream of angels soft
Below the chorus…
🔊 Audio https://drive.google.com/file/d/1mYdBoc27-3_ZP-VvGe9iksVHLmU6sKTm/view?usp=drivesdk
© All rights Reserved, “Dulcina”
Sometimes
Sometimes I feel I have no age…
Sometimes I think I haven’t been born…
Sometimes my heart recalls I will die once again..
But…
New wounds tell me I am wrong
Old memories remind me of yesterday
The cross of Our Saviour raise the dead
And…
Life, with bright new faces, announces it goes on..
God, showing His Grace aplenty, calls us all…
Love, in His eternal Light, illuminates my soul…
🔊 Audio https://drive.google.com/file/d/1TNHlNst4pTmbnI8a7OItZa5-yX53xVut/view?usp=drivesdk
Dulcina©
Miaow me
Statuesque couple
Frozen in blank time
Honey-azure eyes
Weird cat cuteness
Pastel rosy ears
Cool coral nose
Pure fleecy softness
So delicate bodies…
Twin niveous kitties
Quietly staring at me
in peaceful wonder…
Divine beauties
In ancient times
Egyptian deities
Fertility
Power
Sacred god and godess
Miaow me…
Miaow me…
Let your whiskers
prick the silence…
Can’t you hear
my heart purring?
Sweeten this stillness
with your feline melody.
Catwoman envies
your pristine elegance,
your divine nature,
your fragile visage,
your heavenly goodness.
🔊 Audio
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ILUGDF1WOA_gIxCi3Qi9hD8UyDutRcB1/view?usp=drivesdk
Dulcina©️
For they never were children
Fed by the sour milk of two vindictive gods,
their lullabies were the whistles of bombs,
their toys stones, debris, blessed bullets.
Fired in rage by a giant with no conscience,
they played at killing unknown enemies
and learnt how to hate instead of loving.
They shared more blood than holy bread
and greediness stole their right to smile,
their innocent games. The sound of guns
accompanied their dreams made of nightmares.
Used as human shields, as human bombs,
terror became their only unwanted friend
and heaven turned into hell, life into fear.
Their playgrounds gulped by ambitious prophets,
they saw their fathers fight, their fathers die,
their mothers shedding tears and losing hopes.
Some of them were shot while running in the streets,
their dark eyes trying to understand that creepy madness
and they always looked like desperate men.
For they never were children.
——–0-O-0——–
Stir-up
For dVerse – Advent
Advent’s here, Christmas coming
with purple, red and rose candles.
Four weeks with Christ in the fifth,
core of the evergreen wreath.
White in the Circle of Light,
a Love that will never die.
Advent’s the flame of our faith,
Sarum blue and golden bells.
Busy fairies – mothers cooking –
make mincemeat and whiskey pudding.
Vespers censing with our prayers,
carol singing fill the air.
We follow the bright star
with a pure, childlike heart.
Advent season, let’s prepare
for the birth of our Lord Jesus!
The stork’s bill-clatters
under stormy sky
the bell tower nests weeping –
the stork’s bill-clatters
~ Dulcina ~
Harpooned
wailing a sad song
she knows mad male’s revenge well
as deep as ocean
as deep as ocean
her heart harpooned by man’s rage
insane obsession
insane obsession
pursuing her musky smell
that pleasant white skin
that pleasant white skin
tied up together for life
rough dangerous rope
rough dangerous rope
lacing both towards blue death –
another Ahab
~ Dulcina ~
Flying fisher
flying fisher by shore
expert diver sighting prey
raptor of the bay
raptor of the bay
neither seagull nor eagle
malefic angel
malefic angel
hovering on the water
with evil feathers
with evil feathers
wings flapping in the wind
plunging from the heights
plunging from the heights
its victim clawed in midair
so majestic flight!
so majestic flight!
fiery eyes looking for fish
drowned by greediness
~ Dulcina ~
Never where I was
Never where I was I were
but away, away…
a place though I don’t remember
my heart says it must exist,
a place
strangely I miss plenty, enjoying a non-existence
in beatific peace, fairly,
outside orbital space,
far from death, off worldly limits,
void of human emptiness,
in which noises can’t be heard,
voices in arpeggio wave,
no shit to share, no sweat to smell,
sacred essence of camellias,
no dark to fear, no dust to clear,
layers of the finest crystal,
no fights to win or orders to obey,
everlasting harmony,
no injustice to bear, no lies to hear,
the language of innocence,
no more ugliness, no more anger,
fed by the mana of faith,
no more raw sex for sex’s sake,
a kind of different pleasure, sense absence,
a gift only a few have felt.
Anticipation of something mortals
are not allowed in this world.
Eternal bliss,
dreams being go on dreaming,
all days time stopped are vanished,
haste of frenzy hours gone,
tumbled walls in holy holes,
our long lost paradise for ever green,
floating on celestial clouds.
That place nowhere where all is love,
the only ambition life in grace,
total absence of things and words,
magic dancing with happy angels,
silver lyres and flutes playing in praise
with joyful spirits, all friends,
in His divine awful presence,
completely imbued in His very trusted Word.
Yet, by now, still on ground
stuck to gravity, earthly bound,
flesh attracted by same flesh,
mortal body and matters here
keeping soul in tight console,
narrow mind hard to control,
rare atmosphere in which to breathe,
beat after beat, till heart fails,
brain stops, skin turns pale,
eyes are closed by someone near
and then… then…
to that nowhere where all is null,
none can be extinguished
for anima remains eternal
in His merciful forgiveness.
Never where I am I really am,
but away… away…
leaving the universal dwelling
as if I had not existed
– have I? –
where I came from,
where I primary belong,
away…away…
.
~ Dulcina ~
Today’s now
Tomorrow
Lale
Little suns
a field
full of little suns
looking at big dad
*
~ Dulcina ~
Geisha
moon face smile
under combed night,
sad eyes, cherry lips
*
white powdered face,
black hair – servile
power of geisha
*
~ Dulcina ~
Night tears
For Tackle It Tuesday, morning dew
night tears
adorn purple petals at dawn,
joyful cry
*
transparent joy
for the gift of a new day,
crystal pearls
*
for breakfast
butterflies suck sweet nectar,
sip dew drops
*
~ Dulcina ~
The visit
the stairs whistle…
*
snow prints by her bed
whose kiss…?
*
~ Dulcina ~
Shell
For HaikuHeights – #190 – Home
Crescent smiles
silver moon in pond
with the pale face of my true love
two smiles reflected
*
crescent smiles floating
in liquid rippling darkness
stir with the stars
*
~ Dulcina ~
Valentine’s Vals
♥ ♥ ♥
This is my gift to my Gnomie on Saint Valentine’s Day.
More than two months have already passed, but all days are good to celebrate Love.
Most of the video is romantic, but you can also find humorous details.
It’s also got some funny extra bonus at the end.
It’s a Litany because it’s a kind of incantatory recitation praising the man I love, my Gnomie.
I have worked very hard with hundreds of images to create the proper atmosphere.
Almost all the lines of the poem I’ve written have got a word beginning with VAL, that’s why the title is Valentine’s Vals, where I play with waltzes, valses, valleys, vales and more names starting with the syllable Val-, such as Valéry, Valentino, Valdepeñas, valence or valise.
The music of two beautiful waltzes accompanies the images, as well as a part of the romantic song Endless Love, sung by its composer Lionel Richie & Diana Ross.
Mozart’s tender Lullaby closes the entire work.
It’s written in English, but you can hear my voice recitating it in Spanish.
Hope you enjoy it!
Thanks for visiting.
On Seynt Valentynes Day
♥ ♥ ♥ This lovely poem was my Gnomie´s Valentine this year ♥ ♥ ♥
in the cool of the garden
after supper…
…there is no merit
…in obedience to human traditions
…that supersede God’s commandments
…is it that i have heard it so much
…or misunderstand its intent
…that i ignore conviction?
a kiss and worship
from the heart,
the indwelling welling
to love, honor, and obey
is what i give you freely eagerly each day
offering unasked
this unmasked valentine
of sacrificial love
not fictitious romance
or Chaucer’s choice ideal
for to do so otherwise
unwise i would be
and but be betraying you with a kiss
in the cool of the garden
after supper.
On Our Fourth Anniversary
My Gnomie has created this wonderful composition
and has written this especial poem
for our Fourth Wedding Anniversary.
it was the soul of a boy
to have dreamed a dream
in day no less
of castles away in Spain,
out the window beyond the sky
past clouded classroom teachings.
sailing the airs of Beethoven´s Ninth
the niña the pinta and Santa María
seeking his mate to return to age
again but a boy in recitation.
together we two
these years of four
fifty years hence Iberia reached,
you are my Ode to Joy.
A Birdsong
The song sparrow of Amherst
This video is about the American poet Emily Dickinson.
Here you can find many symbols about her odd behavior, her obscure way of life, her seclusion.
There is a kind of legend around the figure of Emily Dickinson, many mysteries still unsolved.
Why was she always at home…? Why did she avoid most people…?
No matter what she did or didn´t do, she is an extraordinary poet and, to us, that is what counts after all!
During her quiet, reserved life, Emily Dickinson privately wrote some of the most important and persevering poetry in all of American history.
I created this video as a gift for my Gnome in Saint Valentine´s Day:
He loves Emily Dickinson…and me too!
Nieve en Cantabria
Him
Along the Way
Along the Way - A poem by my Gnome
San Valentín
Valles Pasiegos
Flores Pasiegas
March marches along in martial song
March marches along in martial song
marking a time of sorrow for the morrow.
Man has lost his divine sense of purpose rambling on
trapped in his own labyrinth of self-destruction.
…..
May the Light of Love illuminate our path
to see ourselves portrayed in every (br)other.
May the quest for universal Peace and Justice
on the Earth be our only ambition to fight Death.
…..
Till our last day, oh Lord!, till our last breath.
Amen.
Trini©3.16.2022
From above
Go up..fly out of your circle to see it from above.
A bird’s eye perspective.
You don’t belong there; you’re not that small..
Only this way you will see other circles..millions of them, all different.
You’re not African..American..Asian..
European..
You are All!
Love floating in the air..
Fly higher than eagles!
And the higher you fly, the more circles you will see. They will become smaller and smaller..points in space till..they disappear from your view..
All of them are part of the Big One, where Truth, immutable, abides beyond religious dogmas, political doctrines and discriminatory ideologies.
Don’t be so narrow-minded..
What’s your circle..’your world’..seen from above..?
Expand yourself to the infinity with the Universe!
You’re One with it!
You are All!
Be!
Trini©3.8 2022
Men call me Methuselah
men call me Methuselah..
oh! how loud papers proclaim my fake longevity!
‘fake’..? yesss!
for..yikes! you can truly affirm I am alive..?
my dear friends..believe me:
I am not!
only the wrinkled bones of this old patriarch are still stuck in Mother Earth.
she kind and gently sustains my hard remains.
as a human skeleton standing on the ground
my twisted dry branches I stretch to the clear blue..
asking the northern wind to soon get rid of my decrepitude..
my trunk is hollow..home of some amusing mice..
kind of playground for naughty moles and nasty rats..
a shelter for orphan kittens and sick dogs
abandoned by mean men..
well..at least..my frame can help a bunch of lonely friends..
you know..this is my pride!
maybe our Lord has left me upright to give some comfort to poor ones..I love them all!
apart from this..
I am a cemetery of butterflies and ants..
you know..my roots are rotten..I’ve got no leaves..
I am a tragic wooden ruin..a relic of the past
surrounded by the company of young bros..healthy bristlecones breathe near me..
the forest keeps the secret of my place..
I am protected by US laws! sounds like a joke? protecting this ugly shape of twisted forms!
if I could choose the way to finish my existence..mmmhhh..
I don’t want to be shown in a Science museum to be admired as an Egyptian mummy..no!
I hope some day I’ll fall under the blade of a strong axe to be burnt in the womb of a fireplace..
I will love to warm a family..their kids at Christmas time..who knows..? perhaps next winter..
consumed by fire at last! what a great end!
so was my brother Prometheus..cut down..just a few years younger..
why not me..?
they go on counting all my rings..I’ll be more patient..for patience always achieves what you long for..besides..nothing lasts here forever..I’m waiting..I’m waiting..
my name is Methuselah..
I was a handsome pine in the White Mountains
of an American far county..
you see..now my divine essence lives happily and evergreen in Paradise..
in God’s garden..surrounded by more trees…..
🔉 Audio https://drive.google.com/file/d/1z-OtXLylqS4OxzUb867Vq5SZQm8Yeaoe/view?usp=drivesdk
Dulcina©3.1.2022
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