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I Sang a Poem

Published January 29, 2012 by Malena

Reblogged from Oliman:

I sang a poem to the wind;
The wind carried my poem to the valleys;
The valleys took my poem to the mountains;
The mountains echoed my poem to the cliffs;
The cliffs passed my poem to the seas;
The seas threw my poem to the ocean;
The ocean roared my poem to the abyss;
The abyss sprung forth my poem to the continents;

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I APOLOGISE There has been a fault in the videos. I am working on it and hope to have them all back very soon! Thanks for your patience. KEEP ON DANCING!
I Sang a Poem I sang a poem to the wind; The wind carried my poem to the valleys; The valleys took my poem to the mountains; The mountains echoed my poem to the cliffs; The cliffs passed my poem to the seas; The seas threw my poem to the ocean; The ocean roared my poem to the abyss; The abyss sprung forth my poem to the continents; But my poem was heard by none. A continuation of the poem by Nikhil Jain: But there was one Filled with fun, Who heard your words And began to run To find you Got a blog Hidden and new… My poem was heard by one. A continuation of the poem by Maria Grujicic (Malena): Play the audios one at a time, or together, as you listen to the music and watch the video.  [audio http://poemsthatdance.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/1-1-stanza-of-coercing-eyes.mp3] [audio http://poemsthatdance.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/1-2-stanzas-of-coercing-eyes.mp3] [audio http://poemsthatdance.files.wordpress.com/2012/01/1-3-stanzas-of-coercing-eyes.mp3] She ran Into the rain With the poem in her hand She held it Strong Because it was her song And she sang it to the highest skies In hope, of what may come And Lies Like the avoidance of passing time The poem It hit the torrential skies! And brought pleasure to coercing eyes
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Beautiful Like You

Published January 18, 2012 by Malena

 Surrounding beauty goes unseen
Because it has become who you are.
I take a step back,
A deep breath,
& hope
You will surround me too.

Prescribed limitations
Adjust to my life
I pretend my joy is far
I run again like I used to
Without a care
& I feel beautiful, like you.

The privacy of an intimate life
Reappeared
When feelings were gifts we exchanged
Like them or not
They were easily given,
Not easily hidden
The heart was a clue
& the art of giving was you.
I drew myself on the top corner of a page
Containment coerced me
& I suddenly flew

It was you I saw from afar
The rhythm that clashed into a stable beat
It stopped
& a gap was seen
The heart rhythm trickled
& turned to a boil
Water didn’t taste like it should
It rose with signals
That mocked my life
Digestive thought ended
A sinking dream fled
& you were the candle that remained in my head
In darkness words appeared in your glow
You brought to life all the unknown
You are my dream
My surrounding beauty that goes unseen

By Maria Grujicic

This poem is part of my collection in my book
Poems That Touch The Soul

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Introducing Amazing Free Audios By Malena of Poems That Dance!

Published January 13, 2012 by Malena

Here’s a Glimpse of the
FREE AUDIO
The Password is the last word on the last page of the book.
LOOK HERE 

The poems by Maria Grujicic, also known as Malena, are beautiful and tell a story. Listen to them from start to finish as you watch and listen to the cool, relaxing video of Tribal Fusion Dance!

INTRODUCTION



ABOUT THE BOOK

Thank you for listening,
Maria Grujicic (Malena)

A Petal, Malena

 

 To find out why and how I named the books Poems That Dance, The Thorn And The Petal, and A Gentle Fire, Follow: www.prefacme.com

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Introducing Malena

Published January 9, 2012 by Malena

My beautiful hand sewn, delicately embroidered and designed, all time favorite skirt I bought in London 8 years ago. I’d forgotten about it and I decided to pull it out after I saw the uncanny resemblance of the image of Malena. Then I dug out my French style hat that I’d forgotten about.

My Favorite Hat, French Style

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Here I am below, with the very impressive piece of art that I use for my Malena artist’s name. The artist is the daughter of a friend and she’s very talented.


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Just to emphasize why I love this skirt. It’s adorable, and I hope one day I could have the time to make a beautiful design of my own, like this one!

The pattern of my skirt

Classic shot of a setting I made for my Malena image.

Hmmmmm… What’s next, you ask?

Perhaps some inspiration to write a book. In this case, the book inspired image.
And here’s another book, below! I don’t have the copy of my third book because I gave it to a friend. Her name is Lena. She’s the beautiful tall blond girl on the cover with the most awesome flower in her head. She’s featured in the photos along with another close friend and mentor, Gala, who’s also our dance teacher. She’s awesome for many reasons. She’s been my main inspiration for creating the theme of my poems.

Where is Gala? She’s the one with her head low in the picture.

*Laugh* *Giggle* *Smirk*
Again *LAUGH*

My book of poems.

Creating this has been more than fun. It’s an amazing world of new ideas and fascinating people!

Thank you for visiting,
Malena

Close up of pink Malena, by Sonja Sofia Yakovleva

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My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.— Anais Nin

Related links
  • To write, edit and publish your book, click here.
  • To buy a copy of Poems That Dance, click here.
  • To look at the marketplace on Fastpencil, click here.
  •  Embroidery
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Hi There With News!

Published January 8, 2012 by Malena

Hi Everyone!

As you know, I’ve published some poetry books lately, and of which I’ve started a competition. I like to think of fun ways to give my books away, and it gives me pleasure when people enjoy my poems. Of course I can’t give everyone a copy, and so what better way than to share the fun!

So far we have 6 entries and you can take a look on Poems That Dance Facebook page:
http://www.facebook.com/Poems.That.Dance
The idea is that you post a photo on Poems That Dance page of you or of someone you know (yes, pets are OK too:) doing a ‘dance’. This can be hopping, jumping, skipping, flying, anything you can imagine. Be as ‘simple’ or creative as you would like. The first 100 entries go into a draw, and then I pick out the winner, by physically drawing out one name.

It’s too hard to judge the ‘best’ because I feel all photos are special and unique.

Poems That Dance is a book of poems illustrated by photos of dance choreography for children. If you are into dance, drama, and song, you will love this book. There’s a free audio that goes with the book too. There are endless benefits for movement, and these are also outlined on my webpage, along with samples of the poems as well as audios!
To preview the book look here.
And on AMAZON here.
For more information about the competition look at the page about ‘competitions’ right here on the website or email me at mariagrujicic@yahoo.com with any questions!Thanks!
And see you on Poems That DanceMaria Grujicic  (Malena)

MALENA IMAGE by Sonja Sofia Yakovleva

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The Dance That Walked Away

Published January 6, 2012 by Malena

Image by Maria Grujicic (Malena)

It was long ago
I froze
Like a picture
I froze
Stage fright
In the middle of the night
A stage
Free for one
The dancer
No where in sight
I froze
And I didn’t bow
My head held high
In case
I was too late
To see my face
As the curtains died
And my dance walked away
In hope of another day

By Maria Grujicic
(Malena)

This poem is about stage fright, and timely for the theme of Carnival coming up in February. Watch the video and listen to the music along with the poem.

In different phases of my life I’ve had to get up and perform in one way or another. There were times when I wasn’t ready and I failed and this led the way for other days of triumphs! When I was 19 I went in a dance competition. I had the routine in my head and I practiced and practiced. As it turned out I wasn’t mentally prepared, and full of self-doubt I stood on the stage.

The music had started, and it was playing, but I froze. The music stopped, I look out at the audience, and at the people, and like a gentle appeal my eyes pleaded for mercy. And I simply walked away. After a few months there was another dance competition on.

Again I practiced and practiced, and I said to myself, ‘I’m going to get up there, do exactly what I’d planned.’ And the music played once more, and I did all the dance steps, resulting a win! It was the most amazing experience of my life, and unknown to me, a kind of life metaphor for more  ups and downs to come!

MALENA IMAGE by Sonja Sofia Yakovleva

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Stealing Hope

Published January 5, 2012 by Malena

IMAGE by Sonja Sofia Yakovleva

Hope,
Where would I be
Without hope
An opening,
I peek out
My eyes peek out
To see
The rest of me
Seeps low
A level of hope
That once said
It was the last time
We would meet
But I see you
Through the window
As I walk along the street
And I hope
As I see
You stealing
…. a peak
Hope,  it is what
Releases me
And it is hope
That grows
…. in me.

Tip: Experiment with the audios of the same poem by playing them together or at different times for a desired effect.


By Maria Grujicic (Malena)

MALENA IMAGE by Sonja Sofia Yakovleva

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A New Year’s Intimate Song

Published January 1, 2012 by Malena

 


Happy New Year Everyone and thanks for following Poems That Dance!

MALENA IMAGE by Sonja Sofia Yakovleva

Malena (Maria Grujicic)

Adjust the volume of my voice to suite the video sound, as it gets louder.
It’s lovely to listen to in unison.

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