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| otiv21. 04. 2013 09:02:22 |
Meadows and fields have greened,
under our window cherry has blossomed,
in its surroundings it smells pleasantly,
in the crown busy bees hum.
Birds sing cheerfully,
promise themselves new offspring.
We all rejoice in life,
but don't forget we live only once.
Therefore we'll head to the mountain,
enjoy and laugh,
to forget valley troubles,
which should become just a fleeting memory.
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| otiv15. 05. 2013 07:19:33 |
A day spent in mountain nature,
among flowers, still dewy grass,
that's true joy for us,
with them we fulfill wishes.
We rejoice in the morning sun,
which brings luck like a ladybug.
Views of mountain flowers,
an unforgettable experience.
We don't go very high anymore,
since while walking we breathe deeply.
We like to return to our world,
which helps us embrace happiness.
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| Scabiosa15. 05. 2013 08:05:29 |
Vito, it's beautiful ... 
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| otiv15. 05. 2013 09:56:40 |
@Scabiosa thanks! And another verse for this beautiful May day.
Every person has happiness in their heart,
how they share it reveals the person.
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| otiv16. 05. 2013 15:33:58 |
Some verses for the time of padlocks
Daffodil is a very beautiful May flower,
that covers Golica and the surrounding world.
Its flowers smell pleasantly,
their fields adorn the hillsides
and when a breeze blows over them,
a person gets inspiration for conducting.
You must experience this on the mountain,
picture and word cannot open your heart.
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| slamca16. 05. 2013 22:04:38 |
Under Golica and Rožca,
wherever the eye reaches
there bloom daffodils,
enticing your eye.
When dawn awakens,
it kisses them bitterly,
they quietly gaze into the distance,
where Triglav is king.
These Golica daffodils,
shyly raise their flower,
their girlish figures,
the whole world admires.
All nature is white,
as if covered with snow,
like a cheerful girl,
looking into the distance,
where Triglav is king.
Under Golica and Rožca,
where daffodils bloom,
a young lad from the girl
gently takes leave.
She picks him a bouquet
of these white daffodils,
she sadly looks into the distance
where Triglav is king.
I don't know who the author is 
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| tisa17. 05. 2013 14:11:11 |
Slamca, even if you don't know the author, you chose a very nice poem.
It's true, when we head to any peak of our beautiful mountains, we look around and search for our King and when we spot him, our heart dances and soul sings. Maybe we sometimes ask "why?", but don't know the answer. That's how it is. He has anchored in our hearts and will stay there forging our happy moments.
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| Becar17. 05. 2013 14:54:08 |
Doesn't quite fit under classical poetry, but it's a nice text by Ansambla Franca Miheliča:
In the evening glow the mountains shine,
golden ray got caught on the rock.
Chamois path descends among rocks,
on the top of the slope edelweiss stand.
Sad thought swims into the mountains,
stops where the abyss opens.
Pain pierces my heart again,
there up my boy has his last home.
My boy I know you will never return to me,
for you stayed forever there in the kingdom of mountains.
No one will bring me mountain flowers anymore,
for the bloodied alpine rose was the last flower.
My boy I know you will never return to me,
time will perhaps heal the heart wound someday.
I know you fell asleep lightly in the embrace of mountains,
for you always immensely loved the world of mountains.
And here's a link to the song (recorded on Dachstein glacier): LINK
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| Becar17. 05. 2013 15:00:53 |
And if anyone is interested, live with Ylenia Zobec and string orchestra HERE
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| otiv21. 05. 2013 09:40:04 |
I stand on the top of my beloved mountains,
rejoicing in the glow of the morning sky.
The light of the rising sun
is a game of happiness with quick end.
First the clouds glow,
followed by mountain peaks.
Joy intensifies in me,
the sun appears in the distance.
Hard to write down all this joy
or fulfill the heart's hidden wishes.
One wish has been fulfilled for me,
love is reborn anew in me.
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| Flora121. 05. 2013 21:57:48 |
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| Becar21. 05. 2013 22:30:57 |
Vito, I hope you have the poems written down somewhere, someday they'll be enough for a whole poetry collection, if not already.
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| otiv21. 05. 2013 22:33:39 |
@Flora1, thanks for the "title"
I'm not a tsar, I'm just the ruler of my own heart, who likes to write something in rhyme, with beautiful memories of the mountains that gladden my heart.
Lp
@Becar, writing poems is mainly joy and relaxation for me, thanks anyway for the idea. Lp
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| otiv24. 05. 2013 07:54:38 |
When it falls, we don't like it much,
but when the sun burns, it wouldn't be amiss.
Of course the words are dedicated to rain,
which allows us to spend the morning asleep.
The smell of Turkish coffee wakes us,
I think the day ahead is joyful.
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| otiv24. 05. 2013 17:45:42 |
Triglav is the name we carry in our hearts,
love for mountains we never beg for.
It is born by itself in the embrace of mountains,
when a person discovers all this beauty.
To climb to the top of Father everyone wishes,
whereby many people's legs hurt.
But at the top tears of joy wet the eyes,
for they stand at the highest point of the homeland.
Above it we see a metal pillar,
which adorns many a hill in the valley.
It defies all storms of nature,
but unfortunately also needs a brush.
Only one tower is our Aljaž's,
like the long beard of King Matjaž.
After arriving at the Slovenian Father,
everyone considers himself a true hero.
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| viharnik24. 05. 2013 21:56:56 |
Why is it time to sign out,
when the forum unites us like one village,
each shares his time here according to his strength,
so that no one else is bored.
All impressions and important things from mountains are at home here,
which everyone who knows how to read likes,
so even if someone stays home,
the impression from mountains gladdens his heart and soul.
But the mountain always teaches us,
that in respect, harmony and peaceful spirit one acquires,
which safely leads us over all difficult mountain paths,
how then in the end not all of us good people.
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| strelec195425. 05. 2013 18:34:10 |
nice rhymes, it's fun to read
lpM
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| otiv26. 05. 2013 07:49:25 |
The view is what
draws me to the mountain.
It's nice to stand up there,
read memories in the heart.
Views into the valley,
reveal the blue of the river to me,
if it's not down there,
then mountains are up there.
I don't know all of them,
will need to go somewhere else.
Sometimes nothing comes of it,
fog is too much trouble.
It just happens,
tomorrow a new day is born.
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| Scabiosa26. 05. 2013 08:14:04 |
Vito, you brightened our Sunday morning ....
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| otiv26. 05. 2013 08:46:27 |
If I've brightened someone's day, I'm glad, but I'm sure that a view from some two-thousander would brighten our day more, but it's already like that, that duty often awaits us or a raindrop prevents it.
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