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Breath the rainbow of life
Dedicated to Susanita Michelle Coccinella
Breath the Rainbow of life Art by Marivel Guzman
Breath the Rainbow of Life
As the rainbow bleeds its colors down to me,
magical strokes
arouse the other me,
life starts to grow
emotions and sensations
that were lost in the darkness
boredom of neglect and disaffection.
as pain recedes slightly,
on every inch of life’s color regained:
the red is velvet wrapped by soft rosy aroma,
the purple is lavender of sensations that surrounds,
every infinite atom of my soul.
My lungs are not just organs of existence,
they become the source of hope,
Inhaling, expanding,
inflicting life to warm my blood that races to meet a redder heart,
more beautiful, free of anguish and pain,
free to love again.
.
I breathe the air to inhale the hope to born again..
to learn that life is meaningless without love,
I born again to love love
to love it with the passion and the colors
of the rainbow.
Let me, as I feel free,
let me be a little crazy, artistic and poetic,
don’t judge me world for my soul is free,
let me love the way I love,
love my colors like the the rainbow love the sky that let it be.
-Marivel Guzman- Feb 5 2016
Jerusalem My Other Side of Palestine
This Poem is Dedicated to The Arab Jews Palestinians in Jerusalem, The Arab Muslims Palestinians, The Arab Christians Palestinians all that ones that have been disposed of their homes, their lands, the ones in jail, the ones exiled, the ones fighting in Israel courts to keep their homes and businesses, the ones harassed by the Settlers and the Occupying Forces, for the ones that died waiting for liberation, the ones that died fighting the occupation, for the Martys, and for the ones that have not yet born.
The Great City inside the Mother Land,
Stand with patience…………. in silence,
With pain ………. with tears in her eyes,
Oh! Jerusalem my other half of Palestine.
The land of the Prophets, land of prayers,
Land of peace, Land of the brave, that know no fear,
That is my City,……. My Holy Land
Oh! Jerusalem my other half of Palestine.
The tears of the sons have salted your Sea
The blood of the martyrs are part of your soil
Their prayers are mixed with their cries
Oh! Jerusalem my other half of Palestine
Proud Jerusalem………….. standing time…
Your History is written with the reddest blood,
Your dreams and my dreams are all but one
Oh! Jerusalem my other half of Palestine
Elegant Dress you have for tonight,
Full of colors, to shine! my dreams of tomorrow,
Dreams of Freedom..for peace to come,
Oh! Jerusalem my other half of Palestine.
The Warrior is blowing, the trumpet of triumph
Victory is coming, …One day at the time,
Stand with patience……on the green line
Oh! Jerusalem my other half of Palestine
By Marivel Guzman
Munir, the poet of love
Marivel Guzman: Munir, the poet of love
Posted on April 29, 2010 by salqincity
Marivel Guzman: Munir, the poet of love
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Munir…The Poet of Love
What will be of the beloved
Is your inspiration did not write it
What will be of the Love!
If your pen did not inspired it.
Munir the poet…have written
The words of love, on a paper
The Love for the word..with the pen
The love for love of the word
Munir the poet…have found
The Meaning of Inspiration
The meaning of the Word
The meaning of Love
So simple for the poet
To write down his mind
to express with melancholy
The language of love
Munir The poet of Love
inspires the word
To inspire poetry
To inspire the pen
To Write More
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Munir…El Poeta del Amor
Traducida Por Marivel Guzman
Que seria del amado
Si tu inspiracion no lo escribiera
Que seria del Amor
Si tu pluma no lo inspirara
Munir El Poeta ha escrito
Las palabras de amor en papel
El Amor por la palabra…con la pluma
El Amor, por Amor a la Palabra
Munir..El Poeta, ha encontrado
El significado de la inspiratcion
El significado de la Palabra
El significado del Amor
Muy simple para el Poeta
Exteriorizar su mente afuera
Y expressar con melancolia
El lenguaje del Amor
Munir, El Poeta del Amor
Inspira la palabra
Para Inspirar la poesia
Para Inspirar la pluma
Para que mas escriba
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Munir … il poeta dell’amore
Traducción:Mario Rigli
Cosa sarà dell’amata
Se non ne scrive la tua ispirazione?
Cosa ne sarà dell’Amore!
Se non lo ispira la tua penna?
Munir il poeta ..ha scritto
Parole d’amore, su carta
Con la penna… amore per le parole
Amore per l’amore della parola
Munir il poeta … ha trovato
Il senso dell’ispirazione
Il significato della Parola
Ciò che significa Amore
Semplice per il poeta
Da scrivere per la sua mente aperta
Con malinconia da esprimere
Il linguaggio dell’amore
Munir il poeta dell’amore
Ispira la parola
Nell’ispirare la poesia
Nell’ispirare la penna
A scrivere ancora.
Support our Palestinian Brother, the Poet Munir Mezyed
The Word – Akashma Poetry
First was the Word!
That Master Creator,
The original thought,
The Artist, the Craftsman
The Voices… The Inside!
The Inner creator!
The Word! It’s the source;
Of all inspirations,
The Word is creation?
The Word is the Source!
The Magic sculptor of thoughts,
and Ideas!
The craft maker of poems,
The inventor of thoughts
The source that you feel;
We all call it Love…
The magical power
That we all have inside,
The spiritual force that uplifts us…
And keep us from falling…
Invisible!
But strong as an oak
The Word is spirit!
A ghost?
The Word is the magical scepter
That guide us and feed us,
spiritual force, invincible!
Indivisible, God!. It’s The Word!
Marivel R Guzman © 2010
By: Marivel Guzman
Marivel Guzman is an American poet and fiction writer.
(photo and graphics by Marivel Guzman)
Invisible Revolution – Welcome To Our World
Posted by Marivel Guzman
INVISIBLE REVOLUTION
This sensation of fullness
It is taking over your mind
It is guiding you to fight
On the surface of our world right now
There is war, violence, and craziness
And things may seem dark.
But calmly and quietly
At the same time
Something is happening underground.
Something Invisible is crawling
Dispersing and taking over, It’s
Growing like a Vine
An inner revolution is taking place
And certain individuals
Are being called to a higher light.
It is a silent revolution
From the inside out
From the ground up.
This is a global co-operation
That has sleeper cells in every nation.
It is a planetary Spiritual Conspiracy.
You won’t likely see us on T.V.
You won’t read about us in the newspaper.
You won’t hear from us on the radio.
We don’t seek glory.
We don’t wear any uniform.
We come in all shapes and sizes, colors and styles.
We are in every country and culture of the world
In cities big and small, mountains and valleys
In farms and villages, tribes and remote islands.
Most of us work anonymously
Seeking not recognition of name
But profound transformation of life.
Working quietly behind the scenes
You could pass by one of us on the street
And not even notice.
We go undercover
Not concerned for who takes the final credit
But simply that the work gets done.
Many of us may seem to have normal jobs.
But behind the external storefront
Is where the deeper work takes a place.
With the individual and collective power
Of our minds and hearts
We spread passion, knowledge, and joy to all.
Some call us the Conscious Army
As together
We co-create a new world.
Our orders come from the Spiritual Intelligence Agency
Instructing us to drop soft, secret love bombs
when no one is looking.
Poems ~ Hugs ~ Music ~ Photography ~ Smiles ~ Kind words
Movies ~ Meditation and prayer ~ Dance ~ Websites
Social activism ~ Blogs ~ Random acts of kindness…
We each express ourselves
In our own unique ways
With our own unique gifts and talents.
“Be the change you want to see in the world”
That is the motto that fills our hearts.
We know this is the path to profound transformation.
We know that quietly and humbly
Individually and collectively
We have the power of all the oceans combined.
At first glance our work is not even visible.
It is slow and meticulous
Like the formation of mountains.
And yet with our combined efforts
Entire tectonic plates
Are being shaped and moved for centuries to come.
Love is the religion we come to share
And you don’t need to be highly educated
Or have exceptional knowledge to understand it.
Love arises from the intelligence of the heart
Embedded in the timeless evolutionary pulse
Of all living beings.
Be the change you want to see in the world.
Nobody else can do it for you.
Yet don’t forget, we are all here supporting you.
We are now recruiting.
Perhaps you will join us
Or already have.
We are the legion of the willing
Saving Our World
It is a Primer Task
For in this spiritual conspiracy
All are welcome, and all are loved.
The door is always open.
~ A poem by Brian Piergrossi from his book, The Big Glow! with soft variable …
~ Army of Light Workers, moving strings in every sphere of our Uni Verse – Unite in LOVE and COMPASSION
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012-THE BEGINNING UNRAVEL IN FRONT OF US
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