Some of my poems

[Saul]

A collection of Poems

© Saul Dzorelashvili 2008



Music

You give joy to everyone
and that is your Joy.

You give comfort to everyone
and that is your Comfort.

You give freshness to everyone
and that is your Freshness.

You give hope to everyone
and that is your Hope.

You give pleasure to everyone,
and that is your Pleasure.

You give beauty to everyone
and that is your Beauty.

You give inspiration to everyone
and that is your Inspiration.

You give love to everyone
and that is your Love.

You give music to everyone
and that is your Music.




Nature
                             



So natural you are, Nature.


You just live and exist,
So real and fresh.

You house so many.
Animals, birds, trees
and landscapes.


You give hope and relaxation,
to your viewers and listeners.

The sounds of rain
and the silence of snow.

The powerful thunders
and the gentle rainbows.

The view of the Oceans
and the sight of the lakes.

The high mountains
and low valleys.

Mornings and nights
your lightness and darkness.

The northern stars
and the west winds .

The southern fields
and the eastern peaks.

You seem never tired,
you do your work well.

Blessed by the creator,
to shine our hearts and minds.

Lift our spirits
and give us pleasure and grace.


Nature,

So natural you are.




The Seasons




Summer is slowly fading
And the animals are stocking.

A bear there, a rabbit there,
A deer, a fox and the Eagle.

Busy they are for winter.
Winter is here, its cold.

They are all secure
Not one of them unsafe.

Winter goes far away,
spring is on the way.

The bear has awakened,
the hair runs with joy.
The deer all full of life,
the wolf is ready to bit.

Spring fades away,
summer is here again,
heat is king today.

Yet summer will leave soon,
so will fall, winter and spring.
But life will still go on,
for nothing is changed by seasons.

The bear will be here,
so too the fox,
the rabbit, the deer and the eagle.
Letting nature secure them,
make them safe and happy.




Furniture
                                             



The table stands

The chair sits

The sofa rests

The painting hangs

The closet holds

The piano plays

The bed sleeps

The rug lays

The candle holder lights

The ornament shines

The flower vase glows.

Hey ,

Its only furniture.




Tears




Tears

Are the moisture of your Soul.

The lakes of your thoughts,
the rivers of your dreams.

Coming down like rain,
cleansing your heart of pain.

Sometimes they are of anger,
at times they are of laughter.

Sometimes they reach the floor,
at times they keep close.

Tears of anger or pain,
Laughter or joy,
Fear or pride.

Are the moisture of your Soul.




Colors
                                           



They are everywhere,
and color anything.

They describe objects
Arts, and feelings.

They are found
in Music and  Sounds.

Yellow sun,
and Green Forests.

Blue sky,
and white Clouds.

Brown soil,
and pink Roses.

Red apples
and Purple Grapes.

Sentiments described
and anger Noticed.

Happiness located
and laughter Decorated.

Some are constant,
and some are Changing

Like the moon and the sky
depending where the Sun is.

Stars shine with yellow bright,
Sun changes to red yellow light.

Rivers wear interesting colors,
they come in black, blue and grey.

Just like the birds that fly above them.
grey Geese, blue and black Ducks.

Creating a sense of colorful Scenery
filling our hearts with joy and Harmony.

Colorful colors color our Universe,
serving us like kings and queens,
in this beautiful World.




The Sea




Windy whispers
Picking your waves
Spreading them elsewhere
In far away places
For those who need them


Sunset before night
When the reflection
Is in its prime
When the colors orange
Yellow and purple unite


Those windy whispers
Send your waves still away
Sailing even more away


When the morning came
When the reflection
Is in its fame
When the colors blue
White and green unite


Those windy whispers
Send your waves still away
Sailing even more away


They keep on Sailing
They keep on Sailing




Fruits
             



Many shapes and Sizes.
Many colors and Flavors.
Many scents and Aromas.
Many characters and Names.

From different Places.
From far away Islands.
From tropical Forests.
From secret Gardens.

Some are Sweet.
Some are Sour.
Some are Soft.
Some are Stubborn.

Apples and Pears.
Mangos and Pineapples.
Strawberries and Raspberries.
Blueberries and Blackberries.

Bananas and Coconuts.
Papayas and Kiwis.
Grapes and Oranges.
Lemons and Grapefruits.

Plums and Apricots.
Cherries and Melons.
Peaches and Starfruits.
Walnuts and Dates.

Barbary figs and Cactus fruits.
Litchi nuts and Star apples.
Panama berries and Natal plums
Cashew fruits and Passionfruits.

You decorate the World.
With your Sweet colors.
With your Colorful tastes.
With your Tasty scents.

The best full plate is full of

Fruits




Years




The years go by
not for our happiness.

The years everyone loves
and want to have much.

No matter how much
they are never enough.

They are with us
till the day we die.

Everyone wants them,
as many as possible,

To make a collection
of these time gems,
To show everyone
how they shine.

Yet why they are not sold anywhere?
like precious Diamonds and topaz stones,
Tiffany brilliance and emerald ambiance?

No, the years can not be sold,
for no price can be too bold.

They could be given only as a gift,
From the Creator to men.

Little timeless pieces
that last a life time,
and shine infinitely.





Busy world
 




Sorry, I have no time now.

Sorry, I must run now.

Sorry, I have a meeting tonight.

Sorry, I'm late for work.

Sorry, its very late now.

Sorry, I have million things to do, not now.

Sorry, I got to finish this project,dont bother me.

Sorry, please don't come in now I am very very busy.

Sorry, how do you dare wake me up so early?

Sorry, I'm not interested,im very busy.

Everyone seems to be busy .

They are called busy people.

Living in this busy world.

Giving a helping hand?




I Hope




A better Tomorrow
A better Future
A better Morning

I Hope

On the Road
On the Plane
On the Train


I Hope


A greater love
A greater Light
A greater Shine


I Hope


A stronger Faith
A stronger Trust
A Stronger Prayer


I Hope

[uffeviking]

Saul, you are a regular Renaissance Man? Pianist, painter, photographer and poet! What else? 

Lis

[Saul]

Saul, you are a regular Renaissance Man? Pianist, painter, photographer and poet! What else? 

Lis

Thank you Lis! 

[BachQ]

Saul,

You are as gifted at writing poetry as you are at composing music ........

Just as you've provided us with samples of your piano-playing, perhaps you can provide us with samples of your poetry-reading .......... So that we might be able to better experience your genius ........

[MN Dave]

"So natural you are, Nature."

It's true!

[Brian]

"So natural you are, Nature."

It's true!

I actually loved "Furniture". There should be an apostrophe in "It's" in the last line, but I actually really liked it.

[Saul]

"So natural you are, Nature."

It's true!

Yes!

Here's another one

Hope's Castle




From a distance

There stands a castle

It is made of ancient Stones

At least that's what I was Told

I wanted to travel and see it from Close

But I remembered the Castle was too North

Snow, rain, mud, I'll be Torn

So I thought of blowing the Horn

Perhaps the Castle Steward would Call

And I would get new strength and Hope

So I took out my ram's Horn

And blew it as lowed as I could

But the Castle was motionless and Dull

Just like it was before my Song

So I decided that I must Hold

To travel there by my Own

No matter what will be Told

This at least I must not Dodge

Off I went and took my Horse

We rode and rode to the North

Even though the night was full of Bolts

I finally reached the place I so Yearned

Grey and tall were its Doors

I opened and entered through the Hall

And there stood something I knew Before

It's name was Hope

'Welcome to my humble Home'

'Thank you, and I hope we'll have a Bond'

'We are friends since you began to Hope'

Can you come with me back to my Home?

'No, this is my Castle and that's where I Belong

But you can think of me anytime of the Day

For when you call me I'll be There' .

So I returned home full of Hope

For now I have a friend that is so Bold

The only friend who's help

You don't need to Hope.




© Saul Dzorelashvili 2008

[(poco) Sforzando]

Saul, you are a regular Renaissance Man? Pianist, painter, photographer and poet! What else? 

Lis

Perhaps he dances, too.

[Saul]

Perhaps he dances, too.

No, I don't have dance talent.... what a shocker huh?..

[pjme]

Saul,

You are as gifted at writing poetry as you are at composing music ........

Just as you've provided us with samples of your piano-playing, perhaps you can provide us with samples of your poetry-reading .......... So that we might be able to better experience your genius ........

This is really cruel.

[Saul]

This is really cruel.

It was stupid...