In bringing you various talent, I would like to present Diana Jeane.
Diana lives in Ohio and has been writing poetry for many years.
SEASONS COME AND GO by Diana Jeane
Listening to the wind, hearing sounds whirling all around
Watching the leaves spinning and twirling dancing to the whisper of the wind
Feeling the coolness of the changes that are about to come.
Seasons come and go, some quietly unnoticed until you feel the change in the air.
Some with great introduction, with a blast of cold air.
Enmeshed in all the many changes that life has brought,
Knowing that some things will only last for a time, then will pass like the wind.
Experiencing every moment, cherishing times and places, people and faces,
Voices and tears, laughter and pleasure, all things we hold dear.
Life holds for us many seasons, many that seem similar, but oh so different as they pass us by.
Capturing those moments, the phrases, the looks, the touches, the kind gestures that makes life tolerable.
Those are the things we pull from each season that envelope us that encircles us.
One cannot plan, nor can one know what to expect,
But you can be sure that out of each season there will be moments we will hold dear like precious stones in a soft red velvety bag, with shiny golden drawstrings pulled tightly.
On May 16th, I had the pleasure of giving a seminar in Samara, Russia to a group of students who currently attend Samara State University.
The event took place at Art Propaganda which is in the downtown district of Samara and was organized by Irina Sh and Olga T.
I wanted to take this moment to thank Irina, Olga and everyone who attended the seminar.
One of the students I meet is Tanya Z, who is a freshman at Samara State University.
As I previously mentioned, it is not easy being a writer. Writing takes talent and inspiration. So when I do meet someone who has a passion for writing, I will always encourage that person to continue writing. Writing is a gift, and a very long road for more people than you realize. Just think where the world would be today if Greek Poet, Sappho gave in to the barrage of negative criticism.
So without further adu, I would like to present a poem titled Russian Winter by Tanya Zyuzina.
I was looking for solitude,
But the loneliness came to me.
I’m in a crowd; I’m with my friend,
But with my own heart outside me.
I’m not sitting alone,
I’m walking up by the street with my man.
Russian winter, I’m afraid to drown
Through the snow to the Hell.
Who is thinking of me in this World?
I don’t care, because I’ve got something better,
There is no stillness in my own soul-
I’m with my ambition that keeps me alive to get my lucky Way.
In getting to know people in the networks I am on, I sometimes come across people with great potential.
In my showcase of Artists, Singers, Poets, I will share this with you all.
This is from Jen AKA: The Gisborne Poet.
Enjoy this as much as I do.
The Real You by The Gisborne Poet.
The person you are is at times a complicated piece of work
Like a chapter in a book
We have to read between the lines and use our imagination
The Shadows protect you from view
From everyone except the people who know you and are close to you
You travel the world with so many different places to go and see in your fast paced life
You laugh ,You smile but we only see what you want us to see
The real you smiles at what is before you
But they can they only glimpse at the treasure that is hidden within
As the shutters come down once again
To hide the real you
© Written By The Gisborne Poet