The Poetry of Arthur Vaso

Ana Vidovic, Classical guitarist

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As Children, we often have no limits in out minds, nor greatness in our hearts, we are humble and joyed to receive gratitude for any gifts me may bring. When you are down think of them, and rise up and march forth.
SOS
 
 
Sixty seems so old
Oland was a time long ago
Sweden still sleeps in my dreams
 
So young so sweet
Old dreams run in retreat
Songs like lovers never last
 
Vanished love, island breezes
Vanquished lovers, sins drown, nothing pleases
 
Gone is the desire
Gardens die inside of Swedish winds
Gentle thoughts tossed into trysts seas
 
Tales of lore from distance shore
Another chance, the dice never win
Camisoles and lingerie
Oh my love, you captivated me
Maidens I would always toss to the sea
 
Frost could not kill the call of drummers doom
 
Another song, another story of a lovers end
Beware the maiden, ships sailors will tell
Breasts heave in sadness of autumn leaves
Allay my fears with illusions trumpets
 
Death dances, life runs to another day
Quebec was the shores of Swedish fantasies
 
Winter winds brought things to an end
Taking love could not prosper, when love won’t bend
Inside the pain, doomed us the broken hearted
Another day, another dream
 
Knowing love was so departed
            Memories wrapped and folded in the drawer
Knowing death was welcome and so regarded
            Youth no longer dances on this shore
 
Solitude was the only game in town
Obituary would be my fame thus drowned
Smiles forgotten, my love for her never waned

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Abba was a group that crossed generations, they have been an inspiration to many of my writings, as well as other Swedish influences! :)

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A little Country!

ZOË - Loin d’ici   Eurovision 2016

Loin d’ici, lyrics

Et quand tu chantes, oui moi je chante aussi
Quand tu t’élances, je suis
Et quand tu voles, oui moi je vole aussi
Si tu t’élances, j’te suis
Dans un pays loin d’ici
À la recherche du paradis
Dans un pays loin d’ici
On chante, on chante
Dans un pays loin d’ici
À la recherche du paradis
Dans un pays loin d’ici
On chante
Et quand la route nous semble sans issue
Sans aucun doute j’te suis
Sans aucun doute, même si on s’ra perdu
Sans aucun doute j’te suis
Dans un pays loin d’ici
À la recherche du paradis
Dans un pays loin d’ici
On chante, on chante
Dans un pays loin d’ici
À la recherche du paradis
Dans un pays loin d’ici
On chante, on chante
On chante et on danse et on rit
On s’élance, réuni
Enivré, dans l’imprudence
Dans un pays loin d’ici
À la recherche du paradis
Dans un pays loin d’ici
On chante, on chante
Dans un pays loin d’ici
À la recherche du paradis
Dans un pays loin d’ici
On chante, on chante
(Dans un pays loin d’ici) Dans un pays
(À la recherche du paradis) Du paradis
(Dans un pays loin d’ici) Dans un pays
On chante, on chante
(Dans un pays loin d’ici)
On chante, on chante, on danse, on danse
(À la recherche du paradis) Dans un pays
(Dans un pays loin d’ici)
On chante, on chante, on danse, on danse
(On chante) Loin d’ici

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English lyrics, abbreviated

Far from here

And when you sing, yes, I also sing
When you jump, me too
And when you fly, yes, I also flight
If you jump, me too
 
In a land far away from here
In search of Paradise
In a land far away from here
We sing, we sing
 
In a land far away from here
In search of Paradise
In a land far away from here
we sing
 
And when the road seems to end
Undoubtedly I'm with you
Undoubtedly, even if we lost
Undoubtedly I'm with you
 
In a land far away from here
In search of Paradise
In a land far away from here
We sing, we sing
 
In a land far away from here
In search of Paradise
In a land far away from here
We sing, we sing
 
We sang and danced and laughed
We rise, together
Drunken recklessness


Welcome to Brazil! Bem vindo ao Brasil


Singers and poets of Brasil
A few I enjoy


This is simply a taste of the flavors






My Funny Valentines
 
 
Vino
Vinny
Vino
Vinny
There was no doubt I was seeing double
Vinny poured another glass
I actually think it was whiskey
There we sat, at the back of the Angelos Steak and Kill
The joke wasn’t lost on many
The joint was dark and filled with smoke
Each booth offering up its own unique privacy
 
Never an evening went by
That some devious plot or plan wasn’t being hatched
Tonight was no different
Vinny laid it all out on a napkin
He told me revenge is bitter sweet
Tomorrow night we would feast on the bitter and the sweet
I had no doubts
I was ready to prove my worth
I was ready
 
Well the next night came faster than a hangover
Eight of us left in two cars
We had a shot of grappa, only that
The Capone said we needed all are wits about us tonight, and then some
Now no one could argue that, and no one would
 
Laughter and bravado go hand in hand
We arrived on the side street, where one lone doorman
Was smoking his life away
Little did he know, how soon that fag would be his demise
One shot to the head, and blood spurted
The water fountain of death
Began its dance
 
 
In went Vinny in the lead and me right on behind
One doesn’t waste time with fancy introductions
We were there to deliver the red blood of revenge
Sweet death served to order, and we followed orders
The dinnerware and glasses shattered, wine became blood
Made men fell, bullets tangoed uniting the living with the dead
 
A blood bath
There are no other words to explain
The dead danced with our bullets and fell onto the now red carpet
Revenge was served, they said bitter sweet
Me, I fell to my knees
Vinny he looked over with an uncomprehending stare
 
The waitress serving drinks
Was shot right through the heart, it was my bullet
That murdered my finance
For me this revenge was to be only bitter
Dazed I lay, in a pool of blood, hers
 
Sirens in the distance
Vinny yelling, get the hell up, get the hell up
There was no heaven or up for me
I was as good as dead
They left
I crawled over to her
 
Tears clouded my vision
I laid my head upon her breast
Entwined in agony, within the grasp of reaper
I caressed her soft hair, I kissed the sour blood of my sins
My enemies in death, served me my own poison
 
 
She put a finger to her lips
Seductively
She whispered shhhhhhhh
I whispered back, with my now black heart
 
Be my
Funny valentine
 
She smiled softly and died
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This was a poem written in 2015, thought be nice to show this here today Feb 14, 2016!
She was a flower with no roots

The wind stole her from my very

Heart

Now I walk all around

Tear drops on a rainy day

No one sees the love stolen

If only I could

Run away

The sadness chasing my shadow

Teardrops watering tomorrows hope

The soil beneath

Drinking my very being

shriveled now

Listening to silly love songs

Remember that love is eternal
And the depths of the sea even more
When underneath you shall wish for eternity

It saddens me to think
That the devils violin is the symphony of spring
Whilst I am on my death bed
With not a thimble or two to drink
Wishing only for young angels to sing
Rid me of this deceptive devil
His sweet music luring me away
From the heavens and harps above that do play

Here you will find some of my favorite music, even if there is not a poem to go along with it!

Here is one of the most romantic sons of all time
Happy New year 2016

This is a few songs from Lindsey Stirling, a great Violinist and great person, enjoy!

Listen
Listen to the lights
Of silent night
Hear
Absorb
Feel

Poetry and music embrace


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Considering the image the first song will be some classical guitar from Ana Vidovic, a very beautiful classical guitarist!


Now for a wee bit of the bagpipes and music from Scotland!

All About the Bass
Jan 15, 2016

It’s the weekend and the beach is full!
All the bikinis are running from the pink mall
 
I may have a round body and a funky face
I can boogie woogie with a smoothness of a whale’s grace
 
I can groove and move
The pounds I carry can twist oh so smooth
 
So when I see you sweet lady with hair so blonde
Your booty is beauty and this makes me fond
 
Your eyes light up, like sparkling wine
Our dance is physical only in our mind
 
For later on, when we are old, with so brittle bones
We shall dance in our hearts like two old rolling stones
 
It’s all about the inner, the inner bass
The deepness profound, the love that will forever last
 
It’s all about the bass

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This small poem was inspired by the video by the same name. Its whimsical, lyrical, a modern happy days song with a message as light or as deep as your mood is at the moment. There is after all a reason it has over 1.2 Billion views on youtube. I hope my poem kept to theme, in being lyrical, light hearted and still with a deeper meaning, the expression of feelings through poetry, music and art is truly breathtaking!
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