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HOW TO FEATHER

( Linda Ponds )

Need to escape and lightweight, these are the elements that emerge on a bully from the verses that make up this poem.

Verses agile, nuanced descriptions in keeping with the character and sincere and elegant style of the author.

' ' I fly in the sky / to touch the silver stars'' ; groped to find a coveted pleasure and do not forget, soar into the center of the sky and even higher, reaching the stars and the moon.

desire to be, maybe only for a moment, the queen of a space to represent the harmony of a quiet life.

' ' And finally sleep / up in the sky'' ... a complex and hidden emotion, a verse from thousand meanings.

dream, illusion, surrender, or only hope ...?

What is the attraction that most fascinates the poet?

Maybe ' ' that breath of the wind'' accomplice of the dream that has not yet dared to''dream''?

'' How feather ''... a noble sentiment expressed with tenderness

Acc Fulvia Marconi President Reg . Universum-cultural associations


DEW DROPS - AND I WILL '

PONDS OF LINDA

; The poet Linda Ponds, now, has been shown to have particular artistic spark.

Dew Drops''''E''and''I will come in two poems that draw our literary tradition, characterized by the pure writing that has always characterized the style of the poet.

heartfelt verses, leading to the hope, alluding to the wounds that life inflicts too often. The need for the sudden drop of dew to quench his thirst for affection, shows how Linda needs lifeblood bestowed by the feeling of solidarity. All around a flight of butterflies''''

's rise to the hope, the color returning to exist and the pink dried up, gain strength. More gently passionate''and''I will come.

''And I will come to meet you / that day / I've finished the account of my day /''

... I have finished the account of my days ...

Towards highly internalized, filled with ill-concealed melancholy. It 's time that the shadows are lifted up and leave room for more colorful rainbows everyday life of our poet.

to, that Linda, who cominciano33.6 find favor in the various competitions in which the judges are''tentatively''part. In the space of a short time, his poetry seems to have evolved the pink shrunken that he can finally find a drop of dew.

Congratulations to the delicacy of the direction of Linda Ponds.

Fulvia Marconi

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MARIO PARTY OF POETIC

POETRY POETRY ... ...

"infinity" that feeds the soul ...

Mario Party

sings friendship, love, infinite energy, which "moves "

life, addresses the social and environmental problems ...

With his rhymes explore the hidden depths of the soul.

HYMN TO YOU

There is poetry in your immensity.

Your smile goes sweetness.

Fascinosa pink

you

more scents of spring!

Honey, wisdom,

infinite patience,

sensitivity, virtuosity

write

your greatness.

There melancholy

abyss of light

of your eyes,

clear crystals

sun ...

Problems,

concerns, disappointments

never leaves you.

you alone, too alone.

With your small boat

you must face the dangerous sea

of life.

But you're strong, strong,

not you surrender,

defend yourself from the dangers,

go forward, always forward.

Stella beautiful

your light

the good leads.

You, are exceptional,

"precious" that might as well ..

Who has the good fortune to know

not you forget it.

\\

two solitudes

Two solitudes

swim in the immensity of cosmic

...

Two solitudes break down

the wall of selfishness,

open ...

you seek,

meet.

Two solitudes break

the cosmic silence,

dialogue ...

Two solitudes

vanish ...

A new

" vital essence. "

There is no longer an "I" ...

a "you".

There "we" ...

your strength,

my strength ...

we are a rock,

nothing frightens us.

We write the most beautiful poem in the book

time.

We will walk

ensemble,

joyously

the streets of life

to the future ...

MAGIC OF A MEETING

A face ...

Your beautiful face

suffused with melancholy and sweetness

,

strikes me

Shakes

my eyes ...

you breath ...

inebriating

of your perfume,

I wake up, reborn,

really alive,

intensely.

In your light at night dies

of my solitude.

comes a new day,

a special day.

I get lost in the meanders gently

of your world gold

between

beautiful flowers and countless treasures.

wonderful new way I walk ... I

soften thoughts.

smile ... I'm happy ....

A meeting

can mean so much,

when encountering

an exceptional woman.

MAGIC OF A NIGHT

not cry.

Tace all melancholy

takes me joy.

smile,

after so long,

again

smile.

Tonight,

not swallow poison,

I feel peaceful.

Meeting carefree.

It seems that return

blessed childhood.

Tonight,

I am reborn.

Everything seems more beautiful.

Tonight,

happens to me?

I do not understand the magic of this evening!

In my dull world

there is a big news:

you, true wealth,

are here with me tonight ...

noble creature ,

losing myself in your immensity,

tonight

I live

the most extraordinary

adventure.

AN ANGEL

Suddenly,

unexpectedly

an angel walking the streets

infinite

arrives in my world.

opens the door of the prison

of my loneliness,

gives me freedom.

air of novelty,

plays a suave

divine music,

embrace the immensity.

An angel is near me.

comforts me,

dries my tears and gently

me heal the wounds.

an angel to save me,

lights my path.

Finally

next to me is

an angel, the angel

mine.

Command Jane Woolrich

NEWS: MARIO PARTY OF POETRY AND OTHER AUTHORS

SUCCESS:

Third place at the "Christmas yesterday and today"-ACADEMY "A. FATS "

NOT 'CHRISTMAS ... THE SAME

' s Christmas!

And 'my beautiful city.

He dressed up

light colors.

voices, many voices,

sweet sounds

invent a magical atmosphere.

Jesus was born

among people who spend,

purchase gifts,

many gifts;

people

carefree, cheerfully

spends hours and hours at the table

binge.

's Christmas in opulence,

in exteriority,

there is little Christmas

selfishness of heart.

In other places in the world

is a Christmas without lights,

or voices, or sounds.

Jesus was born

between people who are hungry, he cries.

Some people do not sit at the table,

because it has nothing

be "consumed" ...

's Christmas

in the darkness of poverty,

in the heat of simplicity ...

' s Christmas!

But Christmas is not the same

all over the world.

MARIO PARTY

A PINA

I wish you at least once,

could feel in your heart

what I heard I

living together with my beloved.

A love can overcome all the pains,

to forget the pain and make it lighter.

A love that only look

did dissolve like snow fights.

A love that track as a train

run side by side and even

when far away, never goes anywhere.

A love that is made of two hearts,

lives one beat,

and evening, after a long day, you will find rest

standing nearby on the couch.

A love so strong that instead of ending

keeps growing, despite

even death.

LINDA PONDS

;

Third place at the "Christmas yesterday and today"-ACADEMY "A. FATS - SALERNO

AS THE LEAVES

I slipped on the white foam

of the waves.

I fly

plan on the wings of a gull.

I run

with leaves

pushed by the wind of autumn.

I would sing hymns to You

for what you gave me

and the beauty of creation.

LINDA PONDS

A PINA

I wish you at least once,

could feel in your heart

what I I heard,

living together

to my beloved.

A love can overcome all the pains,

to forget the pain and make it lighter.

A love that only look

did dissolve like snow fights.

A love that track as a train

run side by side

and though distant, is never separated.

A love that is made of two hearts,

lives one beat,

and evening, after a long day, you will find rest

standing nearby on the couch.

A love so strong that instead of ending

grows Moreover, despite

even death.

LINDA PONDS

First place at the "Christmas yesterday and today"-ACADEMY "A. FATS - SALERNO

REBORN THE ROSE GARDEN

whispers of the winter frost and frost

patches of acacia trees, already broken in from the cold.

The pungent smell of burnt stump,

prepares its flight between the wings of the wind.

The snow covers wounds of clods,

the old farmhouses and the edges of roads.

Pine curved suffer from the cold,

desioso remember the smell of roses.

But then, suddenly, a light shines,

entangled among the branches and ... all kindled,

quickly brighten the narrow streets of the village

sedated from the winter cold.

A breath of a warm and loving gesture

provengon from heaven, and even from Heaven.

Jesus that the star leads to the''straw''

profuse in the loving arms of grace.

Go serene or pastors to love

humble Bimbo sent by the Father,

songs suffused with a bear story

of joy, happiness and great hope.

And the cold air leaves the outlet,

snowflakes divengon butterflies.

Pine curved wakes from sleep,

of spreading around the smell of resin.

Jesus in the stable, the cradle of his mother,

the star ... the light ... the smell of love,

joy to the heart and a joyful heart,

between snow and the frost is reborn ... a rose garden.

FULVIA MARCONI

I gave birth, and I am so proud

I gave birth, and I'm so proud,

the group which is very strong and compact;

arose tune at first sight:

each other is very sincere friend .

It flows between us fresh thinking,

we are true friends, everyone is satisfied;

together we form a beautiful picture

life and sail on a sailboat.

scriviam us a poem from the heart,

comes to the very fulminant;

favorite theme is, yes, love

a mo 'for the sake of Cavalcanti and Dante.

We sing our stories fervently

and even the beautiful Italy in an instant.

FRANCESCO MULE '

SEE waving a flag

See waving a flag

like a standard of honesty and honor,

means to build a barrier

those who want to throw dishonor.

gather all hands in a row,

save this Italy with the ardor

of those soldiers who with haughty air

have died for their country and for his love .

Son green lawns of our land

and red is the fire that burns and ignites

the blood of those indomitable war

forward all gall drama.

But white is not that color aberrations

and wraps of white wife and mother

FULVIA MARCONI - ANCONA