poetry

www.loves-footsteps.com
"Love speaks for Romance, Love speaks more for Compassion." Following is an excerpt from the upcoming poetry book with art "Love's Footsteps ~ dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on" (poet LuCxeed), an inspirational & motivational gift book -

I search for Love’s footsteps,
as many do,
scattered along the pageless B.C.,
between the lines of modern times,
into future history dotted on silicon chips,
stretching in an infinite space.
...

*music by Moolkye

When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead;
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow's glory is shed.
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.

As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute: -
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges
That ring the dead seaman's knell.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

"A Little Sad Shadow" in snow, poem inspired by a true story, animated excerpt with music

'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!

- Lord Byron

Poet: .D. LuCxeed in solitude, poem inspired by a true story, in the upcoming poetry book with art "Love's Footsteps ~ dedicated to a Bridge for Wisdom to Walk on", www.loves-footsteps.com -
...
Inside, withered, is blood of life.
Outside, like a river, flow tears of grief,
From the cry of an unborn child for his father,
From the cry of an eight-month pregnant
Woman for her unwed husband.
Coffin's almost failed to bear... but wept,
Hiding beneath the draped flag, also wet.
...
(Footnote to the poem "Cry of an Unborn Son beside a Flag-Draped Coffin": "to save a soldier's life is to save a father for his child, spare a widow's cry, give back a family's future light.")

*music by calpomatt

With a half-glance upon the sky
At night he said, ‘The wanderings
Of this most intricate Universe
Teach me the nothingness of things.’
Yet could not all creation pierce
Beyond the bottom of his eye.

He spake of beauty: that the dull
Saw no divinity in grass,
Life in dead stones, or spirit in air;
Then looking as ’twere in a glass,
He smooth’d his chin and sleek’d his hair,
And said the earth was beautiful.

- Alfred Lord Tennyson