Project3 (in the making)
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Theodoridou 2012 - Project3 /All Rights Reserved.
“Secret Garden” by: Debbie-T
Saturday, October 24, 2012
“Secret Garden”
On Hoxton Radio in London
(Thursday, October 22, 2012)
David @thepreshaah Hoxtonradio.com
Music, orchestration and lyrics
by: Debbie-T
Vocals by: Demeter
many thanks to the creator of this image
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"Secret Garden" song is based on a theme of DMM.
“Secret Garden” Copyright ©Despoina
Theodoridou 30/07/2012 All Rights Reserved.
" True Friends do these things "
Monday, October 8, 2012
"True Friends do these things"
By: Despoina
~True Friends do these things~
They come when you
least expect them, to remind you that you’re not alone.
They share their deepest
thoughts, fears, and dreams with you, because
they trust you.
They scold you when
you think/act stupid, because they hate to see you suffer.
They tell you the truth, good or bad.
True Friends check to
see how you’re doing, because they care.
They know when you’re
not well, because they feel it.
They call you at 3am
when you’re sleepless, to comfort you.
Yes, True friends do these things...
Yes, True friends do these things...
True Friends accept
all your flaws, because nobody’s perfect.
They hear your
silence, because it speaks louder than words.
They tell you silly
jokes to make you smile, because your sadness saddens them more.
They get drunk with you, just because.
True Friends hold your hand, in every possible way, even from afar.
They forgive you even
when you hurt them, because they love you.
They like your inner
child, because it’s genuine.
True Friends do these things...
True Friends give their all to you, because you deserve to be happy.
True Friends accept you as you are.
"True Friends do these things"- Copyright ©2012 Despoina Theodoridou-All Rights Reserved.
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Dripping Sunset
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“ Dripping Sunset ”
Composed by: Despoina Theodoridou
“Dripping sunset” Copyright © Despoina Theodoridou 17/09/2012 All
Rights Reserved.
" I’m not a poet "
Sunday, August
12, 2012
“I’m not a poet”
I’m not a poet
I'm just honest with my soul
If you know me
Read between the lines in my eyes
Trace the missing vowels
On the edges of my lips
I’m not a poet
For no ink can dare me
And I have no ink to drip
And when this space bitters me
With midnight dancing doubts
A page seems too little
to fill with rhymes and bounds
I, then, pull up a chair and sit at my veranda
Staring at the distant full moon
And he stares right back
Sending his silver moonbeam
Deep in my brown eyes
He grins and steals my kiss
In midnight's silent breeze
I hum a known
melody
and light a scented candle
I lay in stars'
embrace
with their reflections twinkle shades on my face
Their light caress my shoulders
and then I miss a sigh, whispering:
I am not a poet
I'm just honest with my soul
Copyright © Despoina Theodoridou
2012/”I’m not a poet”/All Rights Reserved
Despoina ~ “Printemps Amour”
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Many thanks to the creator of this image
“Printemps Amour”
Poem by: Despoina
She comes around; from distant land
Visits once in a year
She sings the lied of newborn world
That all would love to hear
With long brown hair and crimson lips
And dimples in her cheeks
A creature of the mystic world
She always looks quite 'chic'
Her dress is made of silk and lace
Her shoes of fine pink satin
Her pace ethereal, light and slow
The breath of Sunday’s ‘matin’
The morning sun adorns her skin
The river fondles her feet
The lonely branches standing nude
Yearn for her tender treat
The almond trees carry her kiss
That makes them swell and bloom
Shy meadows blush in poppies red
And Hyacinths wear perfume
Her orchard filled with strawberries
Where finches sing: “Bonjour!”
Her wardrobe, full plumed woven lilies
Her name: “Printemps Amour”
© Copyright 2012 Despoina “Printemps amour” All Rights Reserved.
This poem was posted in Poetry and tagged “Printemps Amour” for @dVersepoets pub Open Link Night Week 34
"Horses" Poem by: Despoina
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Many thanks to the creator of this image
“HORSES”
Poem by: Despoina Horses,
Marching slowly, with that certain, proud tone in their
Look
Horses,
Smelling the springtime breeze that joyfully caresses
their shiny mane
Horses,
Always looking forward, because they have nowhere
Else to look
Horses,
Cantering, in the full blooming poppy meadow,
as they fall in love
Horses,
Running, always looking forward, because they have
nowhere else to look
Horses,
Hiding in the dense, wild forest, drinking from the
gurgling water of the wise river
Horses,
Having unprejudiced spirits, determined to love
wholeheartedly; devoted to their rider
Horses,
Galloping, always looking forward, because they have
nowhere else to look
Horses,
Running frenetically, trying to escape from fear and
grief, from pain and prejudice
Horses,
When the arrow of an inequitable love pierces their
tender heart, they pause
Horses,
Standing at the edge, looking always forward, because
they have nowhere else to look
Horses,
Admiring, only for one moment, the vermilion horizon,
Because they have nowhere else to look
Horses,
Lifted upright, in their two front legs, they neigh
Horses,
Brave and fearless
Then, they jump into the cliff
for there isn’t any other blooming meadow where
Horses would wish to be
Horses would wish to be
Copyright ©2012 Despoina / “Horses”/All Rights Reserved.
This poem was posted in Poetry and tagged " Horses " for @dVersepoets Pub #OpenLinkNight~ Week 28
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