POEM'S

These poems are written by family, friends (on and off the net)
and myself. I hope that you enjoy them and you are welcome to
contribute to these pages. I will be doing work on an on going
basis on these pages and ask for your patience. Graphics coming
soon. Love and light, Bird Woman

RARE GIFT
If I were to give you a rare gift,

It would be a day just like today,
With soft white clouds, and blue sky,
And sunshine to warm your heart.

I can see your lovely smile,
When you greet me,
Your laugh when we talk,
And the glint of excitement
In your eyes.

I give you red roses,
To express my love for your
Friendship and compassion,
That show in every word you utter.
Think of me as I am thinking of you.

-Hal G.Stephens-

A man says farewell . . .Gabriel Garcia Marquez,one
of the most brilliant Latin-Americans of recent times,
has retired from public life for reasons of health:
lymphatic cancer. Now it seems that he grows ever
more ill. He has sent a letter of farewell to his
friends, and thanks to the Internet, it is being
diffused: Used with permission by Azaella of askme.com

SOMETHING SPECIAL

If God for an instant would forget that I am a
cloth marionette and would give me a piece of
life, possibly I would not say all that I think,
but I would give value to all things, and not for
what they are worth, but for what they mean.

I would sleep little, dream more; I understand
that for each minute that we close the eyes, we
lose sixty seconds of light. I would walk when
others pause, wake when others sleep. I would
listen when others talk, and how I would enjoy a
good chocolate ice cream!

If God would give me a piece of life, I would
dress simply, throw myself face down, leaving
bare, not only my body, but my soul. My God, if I
had a heart, I would write my hate on ice and wait
for the sun to rise. I would paint with a dream of
Van Gogh on the stars, a poem of Benedettis and a
song of Serrats; it would be the serenade I would
offer to the moon. I would water the roses with my
tears so I could feel the pain of their thorns,
the incarnate kiss of their petals . . .

My God, if I had a piece of > life . . . I would
not let a single day pass by without telling the
people I love that I love them. I would convince
each woman or man that they are my favorites and I
would live in love with love. I would prove to the
men how mistaken they are to think that they stop
falling in love when they grow old, without
knowing that they grow old when they stop falling
in love.

DEAR FRIEND

My Dear Shalomi

I once was your friend,
Your very dear friend,
We walked in the gardens of love,
Walked hand in hand above the land,
I didn't believe and I fell,
Now I search for this friend,
This very dear friend,
Who now walks in the light of the Gods.
All my Love, D

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