5 25 299 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource And everything of this world fights against us knowing and finding that out. ~LArry - Love You. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource "Love in Darkest Hour" Description An account of the resource "Love in Darkest Hour" When shadows creep and skies turn gray, And fear whispers in the fading day, A beacon bright, a guiding light, Your love shines through, dispelling night. In the depths where hope seems lost, Your hand in mine, a precious cost, A steady beat, a calming song, Through storms we weather, strong and long. When doubts like thorns begin to pierce, Your gentle touch, a sweet release, A whispered word, a tender gaze, Your love, the warmth in coldest maze. The world may crumble, fall apart, But in your arms, a healing heart, A love that stands, unyielding, true, A promise whispered, "I'll see you through." Generative AI is experimental. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Lost in love’s misunderstanding Description An account of the resource In her eyes, his love's a cage, so tight, She feels confined, she longs for flight. He holds her close, with every breath, But she sees chains, not love, just death. Yet he's not a captor, but a man of might, With morals strong, and standards bright. He guides with care, his principles firm, In every action, his honor affirmed. Misunderstood, his intentions pure, He cherishes her, his love endures. Though she sees control, in truth, he's kind, In his steadfast love, she'll solace find. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://allpoetry.com/poem/17667087-Lost-in-love-s-misunderstanding--by-Emilio-Johnson" target="_blank" title="Lost in love’s misunderstanding" rel="noreferrer noopener">https://allpoetry.com/poem/17667087-Lost-in-love-s-misunderstanding--by-Emilio-Johnson</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Honey, please do this for me tonight. Description An account of the resource Honey, please do this for me tonight. Do what? Focus on me, focus on what we have so far. Focus on me holding you, looking into your eyes. This is a hard time, and it will pass. We have many wonderful things that we have shared, and they can get even better. I have found that in the darkest moments of my life, you just have to keep breathing and put one foot in front of the other. We have our Love even if we are at a distance and that is pretty amazing. Change takes time, I realize that you are doing what you have to do to pay the bills. And that's okay, you're a survivor. Do what you have to do to keep breathing, keep going and want that change. I am hugging you very tightly today and I hope you feel me. I Love You, Sweet Heart. ~ LArry *Too Russia with Love* https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/files/original/a2e87ce087040fe832c81c3ca87259e9.jpg 4142a70750f65c6214167a7b095a00bb Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wolf Larsen - Kitchen Door. Description An account of the resource No was her name No was the lion that no one could tame But Faith was his name Faith came around with a smile on his face anyway He said, tell, tell me now Tell me the worry that knit up your brow She said, slow down this train Slow down the iron that runs in my veins I can hear you tap tapping at my kitchen door I can hear the river run and the river want more Don't you know, I'm already sure I can hear you tap tapping at my kitchen door But No kept her name No got so quiet, she put out her flame But Faith stayed the same Faith came around with that smile on his face the next day He said, follow me down Follow me down with your pick and your plow I can hear you tap tapping at my kitchen door I can hear the river run and the river want more Don't you know, I am already sure I can hear you standing quiet at my kitchen door Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfFhxA2JFOA" target="_blank" title="Wolf Larsen - Kitchen Door" rel="noreferrer noopener">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfFhxA2JFOA</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Woman's Worth Poem by Frankie Bragg Description An account of the resource A woman's worth Is to be treasured as gold. To be praised and adored Calculated far too priceless, to ever be sold. Polished and kept up will attract attention wherever she may go. Yet valued just the same, letting people know. Her value is beyond what deep pockets can reach. No scale of any kind can measure out or teach. That a woman's worth is to be held up in high-esteem. Making spectators wonder and haters dream of carrying such a priceless fame. A TRUE woman's worth is made up of every letter that is attached to her GOD-GIVEN NAME. Frankie Bragg Thursday, June 27, 2013 Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-worth-8/" target="_blank" title="A Woman's Worth Poem by Frankie Bragg" rel="noreferrer noopener">https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-worth-8/</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Your Laughter. by Pablo Neruda Description An account of the resource Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose, the lance flower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you. My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life. My love, in the darkest hour your laughter opens, and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword. Next to the sea in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade, and in the spring, love, I want your laughter like the flower I was waiting for, the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country. Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://allpoetry.com/Your-Laughter" target="_blank" title="Your Laughter" rel="noreferrer noopener">https://allpoetry.com/Your-Laughter</a> https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/files/original/76a7c663e885bce2f028b161166a514a.jpg fe753bbdfb4c9a0c57b47bb8febb517a Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A Pueblo Indian Blessing by Elaine McAllister | Mar 28, 2018 Description An account of the resource Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth. Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands alone. Hold on to what you must do even if it’s a long way from here. Hold on to life even if it’s easier letting go. Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you. – A Pueblo Indian Blessing Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://elainemcallister.com/a-pueblo-indian-blessing/" target="_blank" title="A Pueblo Indian Blessing" rel="noreferrer noopener">https://elainemcallister.com/a-pueblo-indian-blessing/</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource And then someone comes in with all the Love, beauty, honesty, and oh what a Heart she has, oh what a heart she has. I finally know what it feels like to have actual Love returned, given, and showed. Nothing expected, Just what we have to give to each other. WOW. Just WOW. ~LArry Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Eloisa to Abelard By Alexander Pope Description An account of the resource In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in a vestal's veins? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat? Yet, yet I love!—From Abelard it came, And Eloisa yet must kiss the name. Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mix'd with God's, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand—the name appears Already written—wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys. Relentless walls! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains: Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn! Shrines! where their vigils pale-ey'd virgins keep, And pitying saints, whose statues learn to weep! Though cold like you, unmov'd, and silent grown, I have not yet forgot myself to stone. All is not Heav'n's while Abelard has part, Still rebel nature holds out half my heart; Nor pray'rs nor fasts its stubborn pulse restrain, Nor tears, for ages, taught to flow in vain. Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose, That well-known name awakens all my woes. Oh name for ever sad! for ever dear! Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear. I tremble too, where'er my own I find, Some dire misfortune follows close behind. Line after line my gushing eyes o'erflow, Led through a sad variety of woe: Now warm in love, now with'ring in thy bloom, Lost in a convent's solitary gloom! There stern religion quench'd th' unwilling flame, There died the best of passions, love and fame. Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears still are mine, and those I need not spare, Love but demands what else were shed in pray'r; No happier task these faded eyes pursue; To read and weep is all they now can do. Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief; Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief. Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid; They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires, Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires, The virgin's wish without her fears impart, Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart, Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame, When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name; My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind, Some emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. Those smiling eyes, attemp'ring ev'ry day, Shone sweetly lambent with celestial day. Guiltless I gaz'd; heav'n listen'd while you sung; And truths divine came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love. Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'd a Man. Dim and remote the joys of saints I see; Nor envy them, that heav'n I lose for thee. How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies, Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love? The jealous God, when we profane his fires, Those restless passions in revenge inspires; And bids them make mistaken mortals groan, Who seek in love for aught but love alone. Should at my feet the world's great master fall, Himself, his throne, his world, I'd scorn 'em all: Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove; No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee! Oh happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature, law: All then is full, possessing, and possess'd, No craving void left aching in the breast: Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas, how chang'd! what sudden horrors rise! A naked lover bound and bleeding lies! Where, where was Eloise? her voice, her hand, Her poniard, had oppos'd the dire command. Barbarian, stay! that bloody stroke restrain; The crime was common, common be the pain. I can no more; by shame, by rage suppress'd, Let tears, and burning blushes speak the rest. Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day, When victims at yon altar's foot we lay? Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell, When, warm in youth, I bade the world farewell? As with cold lips I kiss'd the sacred veil, The shrines all trembl'd, and the lamps grew pale: Heav'n scarce believ'd the conquest it survey'd, And saints with wonder heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the Cross my eyes were fix'd, but you: Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. Come! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe; Those still at least are left thee to bestow. Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie, Still drink delicious poison from thy eye, Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be press'd; Give all thou canst—and let me dream the rest. Ah no! instruct me other joys to prize, With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view set all the bright abode, And make my soul quit Abelard for God. Ah, think at least thy flock deserves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r. From the false world in early youth they fled, By thee to mountains, wilds, and deserts led. You rais'd these hallow'd walls; the desert smil'd, And Paradise was open'd in the wild. No weeping orphan saw his father's stores Our shrines irradiate, or emblaze the floors; No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n, Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n: But such plain roofs as piety could raise, And only vocal with the Maker's praise. In these lone walls (their days eternal bound) These moss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd, Where awful arches make a noonday night, And the dim windows shed a solemn light; Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray, And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day. But now no face divine contentment wears, 'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears. See how the force of others' pray'rs I try, (O pious fraud of am'rous charity!) But why should I on others' pray'rs depend? Come thou, my father, brother, husband, friend! Ah let thy handmaid, sister, daughter move, And all those tender names in one, thy love! The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid. But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods. Yet here for ever, ever must I stay; Sad proof how well a lover can obey! Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain, Here all its frailties, all its flames resign, And wait till 'tis no sin to mix with thine. Ah wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vain, Confess'd within the slave of love and man. Assist me, Heav'n! but whence arose that pray'r? Sprung it from piety, or from despair? Ev'n here, where frozen chastity retires, Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I ought to grieve, but cannot what I ought; I mourn the lover, not lament the fault; I view my crime, but kindle at the view, Repent old pleasures, and solicit new; Now turn'd to Heav'n, I weep my past offence, Now think of thee, and curse my innocence. Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis sure the hardest science to forget! How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, And love th' offender, yet detest th' offence? How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love? Unequal task! a passion to resign, For hearts so touch'd, so pierc'd, so lost as mine. Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state, How often must it love, how often hate! How often hope, despair, resent, regret, Conceal, disdain—do all things but forget. But let Heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd; Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd! Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue, Renounce my love, my life, myself—and you. Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he Alone can rival, can succeed to thee. How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd; Labour and rest, that equal periods keep; "Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;" Desires compos'd, affections ever ev'n, Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav'n. Grace shines around her with serenest beams, And whisp'ring angels prompt her golden dreams. For her th' unfading rose of Eden blooms, And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes, For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring, For her white virgins hymeneals sing, To sounds of heav'nly harps she dies away, And melts in visions of eternal day. Far other dreams my erring soul employ, Far other raptures, of unholy joy: When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day, Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away, Then conscience sleeps, and leaving nature free, All my loose soul unbounded springs to thee. Oh curs'd, dear horrors of all-conscious night! How glowing guilt exalts the keen delight! Provoking Daemons all restraint remove, And stir within me every source of love. I hear thee, view thee, gaze o'er all thy charms, And round thy phantom glue my clasping arms. I wake—no more I hear, no more I view, The phantom flies me, as unkind as you. I call aloud; it hears not what I say; I stretch my empty arms; it glides away. To dream once more I close my willing eyes; Ye soft illusions, dear deceits, arise! Alas, no more—methinks we wand'ring go Through dreary wastes, and weep each other's woe, Where round some mould'ring tower pale ivy creeps, And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps. Sudden you mount, you beckon from the skies; Clouds interpose, waves roar, and winds arise. I shriek, start up, the same sad prospect find, And wake to all the griefs I left behind. For thee the fates, severely kind, ordain A cool suspense from pleasure and from pain; Thy life a long, dead calm of fix'd repose; No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows. Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow, Or moving spirit bade the waters flow; Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv'n, And mild as opening gleams of promis'd heav'n. Come, Abelard! for what hast thou to dread? The torch of Venus burns not for the dead. Nature stands check'd; Religion disapproves; Ev'n thou art cold—yet Eloisa loves. Ah hopeless, lasting flames! like those that burn To light the dead, and warm th' unfruitful urn. What scenes appear where'er I turn my view? The dear ideas, where I fly, pursue, Rise in the grove, before the altar rise, Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes. I waste the matin lamp in sighs for thee, Thy image steals between my God and me, Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear. When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll, And swelling organs lift the rising soul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight: In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd, While altars blaze, and angels tremble round. While prostrate here in humble grief I lie, Kind, virtuous drops just gath'ring in my eye, While praying, trembling, in the dust I roll, And dawning grace is op'ning on my soul: Come, if thou dar'st, all charming as thou art! Oppose thyself to Heav'n; dispute my heart; Come, with one glance of those deluding eyes Blot out each bright idea of the skies; Take back that grace, those sorrows, and those tears; Take back my fruitless penitence and pray'rs; Snatch me, just mounting, from the blest abode; Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God! No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole; Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll! Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas, all adieu! Oh Grace serene! oh virtue heav'nly fair! Divine oblivion of low-thoughted care! Fresh blooming hope, gay daughter of the sky! And faith, our early immortality! Enter, each mild, each amicable guest; Receive, and wrap me in eternal rest! See in her cell sad Eloisa spread, Propp'd on some tomb, a neighbour of the dead. In each low wind methinks a spirit calls, And more than echoes talk along the walls. Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around, From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound. "Come, sister, come!" (it said, or seem'd to say) "Thy place is here, sad sister, come away! Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd, Love's victim then, though now a sainted maid: But all is calm in this eternal sleep; Here grief forgets to groan, and love to weep, Ev'n superstition loses ev'ry fear: For God, not man, absolves our frailties here." I come, I come! prepare your roseate bow'rs, Celestial palms, and ever-blooming flow'rs. Thither, where sinners may have rest, I go, Where flames refin'd in breasts seraphic glow: Thou, Abelard! the last sad office pay, And smooth my passage to the realms of day; See my lips tremble, and my eye-balls roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul! Ah no—in sacred vestments may'st thou stand, The hallow'd taper trembling in thy hand, Present the cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die. Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloisa see! It will be then no crime to gaze on me. See from my cheek the transient roses fly! See the last sparkle languish in my eye! Till ev'ry motion, pulse, and breath be o'er; And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more. O Death all-eloquent! you only prove What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when fate shall thy fair frame destroy, (That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy) In trance ecstatic may thy pangs be drown'd, Bright clouds descend, and angels watch thee round, From op'ning skies may streaming glories shine, And saints embrace thee with a love like mine. May one kind grave unite each hapless name, And graft my love immortal on thy fame! Then, ages hence, when all my woes are o'er, When this rebellious heart shall beat no more; If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings To Paraclete's white walls and silver springs, O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads, And drink the falling tears each other sheds; Then sadly say, with mutual pity mov'd, "Oh may we never love as these have lov'd!" From the full choir when loud Hosannas rise, And swell the pomp of dreadful sacrifice, Amid that scene if some relenting eye Glance on the stone where our cold relics lie, Devotion's self shall steal a thought from Heav'n, One human tear shall drop and be forgiv'n. And sure, if fate some future bard shall join In sad similitude of griefs to mine, Condemn'd whole years in absence to deplore, And image charms he must behold no more; Such if there be, who loves so long, so well; Let him our sad, our tender story tell; The well-sung woes will soothe my pensive ghost; He best can paint 'em, who shall feel 'em most. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44892/eloisa-to-abelard" target="_blank" title="Eloisa to Abelard By Alexander Pope" rel="noreferrer noopener">https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44892/eloisa-to-abelard</a> https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/files/original/80596bd49cf8430709e6865c0490bdd6.jpg 185078d198d204e90d966a4955d8d4cd Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Sun's Smile Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul Description An account of the resource Opening little and hiding little Behind morning trees sun is smiling, Watching little and feeling more We are singing new morning song. Beauty's glance is laced through joy, Creator's glitter of hope is reflected, Waking up early we are ready for worship, Natural pinkness has poured light here. Pure perception we have gained of curse, We are now in trance journey of light, This tender morning has invited us, A new smile has sung and painted colour. Sun's smile is golden smile of love, Reflecting beauty's benevolence mood, We have received goodness of living, Sun is sprinkling rays of purity. © Kumarmani Mahakul,20 January 2019. All rights reserved. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sun-s-smile/" target="_blank" title="Sun's Smile Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul" rel="noreferrer noopener">https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sun-s-smile/</a> https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/files/original/09c07325fa06062533fed1e3acfd2f72.jpg f13368c0ff5931515b6b940ee30210a8 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource A silly girl, but a very powerful one. ~LArry https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/files/original/5f119f9b95871c458c329c801e7b5068.jpg a609eaeda95d544e13de989390925d2e Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Lived a thousand lives poem. https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/files/original/f0f128c7146f82e84e2be9b64e924819.jpg 78fe5da017e2897d49fff7e67ac97c35 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Worth Loving. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Lost in Her Eyes - By Alec Ludus Description An account of the resource When I gaze into her eyes, I am lost in a world of wonder, A place where time stands still, and my heart begins to ponder, For her eyes are a window to her soul, A place of beauty and love that makes me whole. As I look into her eyes, I am captivated by their light, A gentle spark that shines so bright, And in that moment, I feel a connection so deep, A bond of love that makes my heart skip a beat. For her eyes hold a magic that I cannot explain, A spell that draws me in and takes away the pain, And in that gaze, I find a love that is pure and true, A love that fills my heart and makes my dreams come true. So I'll keep on looking into her eyes, And I'll hold on to that feeling of surprise, For in those eyes, I've found a love that will last, A love that will forever hold me fast. https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/files/original/af432bc5bf6c0b59e533d8e070b780fb.jpg 545e5ac7b36bb1befb63354644eaa758 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource No preaching or books can teach me who I am. - Dedicated to Elisa Description An account of the resource No preaching or books can teach me who I am. Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://medium.com/celestine-tales/poem-i-seeker-37f902e08f99#:~:text=The%20thoughts%20I%20have%20thought%20for%20myself,to%20my%20tender%20soul%20which%20seeks%20for%E2%80%A6" target="_blank" title="No preaching or books can teach me who I am." rel="noreferrer noopener">https://medium.com/celestine-tales/poem-i-seeker-37f902e08f99#:~:text=The%20thoughts%20I%20have%20thought%20for%20myself,to%20my%20tender%20soul%20which%20seeks%20for%E2%80%A6</a> https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/files/original/7020375dc3f0b40030e2ed685bf5f1cd.jpg 951180b23798fce4a767751a7d001db5 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Chaos in the Heart. https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/files/original/6813ef49d51c509ac82de6912bb40b91.jpg f65e18bd908e7aacd0773ee1213354a3 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource More/. https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/files/original/bde8492130b62027b0c4956d8cb4ec6c.jpg fae9515c7a6f6e1af290c8f9bb0f1d30 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Still I Rise.... ~LArry https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/files/original/e482f59eedd7a28843f176be5ec939f5.jpg deb37606e9737ea70250703946e7b4c7 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource I want you to know. https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/files/original/f0f66c38816f2fe41f7ffbb10012532d.jpg b3720d82ffdcb9d06be2e95ebebd9f51 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Wait for somebody who understands all the different parts of you. https://omeka.lawrencecatania.com/files/original/d3bf8e868662e3d5458fb6aadfb1adc2.jpg 4fd3d5f1ab783c14892f3f504ed70209 Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Hearts are Wild. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource For Elya -- A Love Beyond the Ordinary The Magical Transcendental Love Description An account of the resource In the profound depths of our hearts lies a love that goes beyond the ordinary — a love that is deep, transcendental, and divine. Within this connection, words flow effortlessly, thoughts laid bare without fear or reservation. It’s a love that embraces authenticity, allowing us to express our true selves without fear of judgment. This love feels like magic — pure and special. It goes beyond the surface, touching the very core of our beings. Unconditional and boundless, it transcends worldly constraints, forming a beautiful harmony that connects to everything in the universe, where time and distance lose their significance. The heartbeats resonate in harmony with the universe, creating a profound connection as they share experiences and dreams. This love imparts lessons on kindness and gratitude, transforming weaknesses into strengths. This love transcends the mere feeling of being loved; it’s a journey of evolving into a compassionate being and a resilient, empowered human. Beyond perfect images, this love recognizes the realities of life. It understands that relationships are not always a seamless journey; there are highs and lows. Yet, in those moments, it offers the space needed for personal growth. It’s a love that supports, uplifts, and encourages the blossoming of each other’s potential. This transcendent love is a journey into the spiritual, a sacred bond that goes beyond the physical realm. It’s an exploration of the profound connection between souls, where the ordinary transforms into the extraordinary, and each moment becomes a profound reflection of the divine nature of love. May your heart be filled with the enchantment of transcendental love, guiding your journey with grace and harmony. © Poonam Vashist 2023 Source A related resource from which the described resource is derived <a href="https://medium.com/heartful-horizons/a-love-beyond-the-ordinary-6fa6748c3dd4" target="_blank" title="The Magical Transcendental Love" rel="noreferrer noopener">https://medium.com/heartful-horizons/a-love-beyond-the-ordinary-6fa6748c3dd4</a> Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource For Elya. Description An account of the resource A Shadowed Embrace In the hush of twilight, where doubts still linger, A touch so tender, a hesitant finger, We dance with shadows, love's fragile flame, Trying to mend the cracks, to whisper a name. The whispers of "what if" still echo in the air, A melody of fear, a burden we share, But in your gaze, a glimmer of trust, A promise to heal, a vow not to rust. Each step forward, a leap of faith we take, The past still lingers, a haunting mistake, Yet, hand in hand, we navigate the night, Seeking solace in love's guiding light. The scars may remain, a visible trace, But love's resilience finds a gentler space, With every shared breath, a silent plea, To let go of the past, and simply be free. For love is a bridge, spanning the chasm wide, Where doubts may linger, but trust can reside, And in the warmth of your embrace, I see, A love that's willing to heal, to finally be. ~LArry Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Poems Contributor An entity responsible for making contributions to the resource Lawrence Catania Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource You get different things from me depending on who and what you are. Especially your heart. Can see an entire universe of emotion and emotional knowledge in your eyes. ~LArry. But, -- But, there has been one special young lady who was so compatible with me, and I with her, that we combined souls, our missing *pieces*, and we now travel with the same soul in separate spaces. ~LArry