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Poem Sampling

From Poets Unleashed: An Anthology

Letter To A Potential Lover

I know you are out there. Also waiting. Longing. Dreaming.
Yes, I’m talking to you. I know who you are.
You will move me...
You will move me to ecstasy.
You will move me to tears.
You will move me to tenderness.
You will appreciate every part of me.
You will need me more than life.
You will make me suffer, but that will just make me feel more alive.
Yes, you will be sensitive, but not sentimental...
You will be passionate, but not fanatic.
You won’t be afraid of saying what you think, feeling what you feel.
You won’t be afraid to look deep into my eyes, to dive in, to bare your soul.
And you will help me lose my own fears.
You will be daring, experimental. You won’t accept set rules; you will make your own.
But you will be fair and compassionate.
You will enjoy the scent of a woman, the taste of a woman. You will love to love.
You will be a giver, but you will be willing to receive all the love, all the passion I have been storing for you.
You will understand everything better than the others; you will know what is going on.
You will get the subtleties, the nuances of life.
We will connect on a deeper level than most people.
But we will have to pretend for everybody else’s sake.
I will not have a choice but to love you.
I’m waiting for you. I’m preparing for you.
For when you finally come to me, I will have learned to not try to protect myself, to close myself in my own little shell, to delude myself into thinking that life is supposed to be easy and that the pleasure is not worth all the pain.
I will be ready for you.
Because you will make me believe in love, in life.
Even if for just a fleeting moment in time.

©1999 Gisele Marasca

Thank You

Thank you for the uncertainty
which makes me search for answers;
For the ignorance
which compels me to learn;
Thank you for the struggles
which make me grow;
For the sorrow which gives me depth;
Thank you for the doubts and indecisions
which cause me to think, choose and take action;
For the courage which drives me to take risks;
Thank you for glimpses of beauty
when ugliness surrounds me;
For light in the darkness;
For air, for earth, for water
For the burning fire within;
For trust, for beliefs, for faith;
For the friends I can be myself with;
For everything corny, mushy and over the top;
For love! Thank you for the love in me
and for the love around me;
Thank you for first times and second chances;
Thank you for fleeting moments and long pauses;
Thank you for smiles and laughs and music;
For hopes and dreams,
For inspiration,
For passion,
For ecstasy,
For life!
Thank you for me.

©2000 Gisele Marasca

Where's My Place?

How can I keep feeling strong and alive
when I am surrounded by creatures who are weak and half dead?
How can I pursue my dreams
when those around me let theirs die little by little, day by day,
compromising here, conceding there, until there is nothing left?
How can I find my truth when they insist on living their lies?
How can I believe when the world has lost its faith?
How can I feel good about myself
when I see such sadness and despair on the faces that surround me?
How can I strive to be happy in the middle of so much pain and misery?
How can I try to build a new world when there is decadence all around me?
How can I change my reality when people prefer to retreat in their fantasies?
How can I fight it if every one else chooses to give up?
How can I be when most barely subsist?
And when I am drunk with life, how can I ignore the thirsty?
And when my light burns the eyes of those who will not see,
And my passion plagues the passionless,
And my vitality exasperates those with cold, stiff limbs,
And my knowledge frightens the ignorant,
And my insight threatens the alienated,
And my generosity awakens suspicion,
And my gracefulness causes envy,
And my free spirit offends the narrow-minded,
And my confidence brings insecurity,
And my courage arouses fear,
And when I am despised for being different,
And the love in me provokes hatred,
Then where will I go, what will I do?
Where is my place?

©2000 Gisele Marasca

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