Sylva's Serenade Dative Eyes

Sylva Portoian-Shuhaiber

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Singing is part of our daily life. These collections of poems are for world singers, songwriters and musicians who contributed in our life to make us happy by singing their songs, and for those who enchanted our straggling life and continue to enchant.


Charles Aznavour: You Sang ‘She’ I will sing ‘He’

He is the man I can’t forget, the genes that I carry without regret.

He never left treasures that he had worked for. Gone with the wind . . .

He left His smile, endlessly gracing my fiery hart.

He was a saint ‘Unnamed’.

When I was young I never knew

His Hearted-Mind so wonderful, so kind.

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Dr. Sylva Portoian is the winner of the Carnegie Price for Poetry, 2009

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• Poetry

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 05 janvier 2010
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781450018913
• Langue: English

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Sylva’s Serenade dative Eyes
But how about Looking through Sylva’s eyes: Eyes that can sing for every soul
Sylva Portoian-Shuhaiber, MD FRCP
Copyright © 2010 by Sylva Portoian-Shuhaiber, MD FRCP. (Sylva-MD-Poetry)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2009914097
ISBN: Softcover 978-1-4500-1890-6
Ebook 978-1-4500-1891-3
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
Sylva Portoian’s published poetry collections(July 2007-January 2010):
Lance My Hart at a Glance (July 2007)
Delete Depression—Type Inspiration (November 2007)
A Poetic Soul Shined of Genocides (August 2008)
Angel “Lilit” Lilting via Internet (October 2008)
Sons: Take My Heart and Transplant (February 2009)
Millennium Brains’ Lacrimates (March 2009)
Politics Play, People Pay, Poets Proms Pledging Pray (May 2009)
E-mails: Beneath Blossoming Trees (June 2009)
Songs of Searing Desert Storms (December 2009)
Sylva’s Serenade dative Eyes (January 2010)
“My Son—My Love”: Chants Ann, Obama’s Mother
Sylva Portoian is the Carnegie Spring 2009 Poetry Contest Winner
of Policy Innovations (Carnegie Council of Ethics and International Affairs) for her poem Inauguration Day
Edited by Luigi Marchini
Chairman of Save As Writers, United Kingdom
Front cover is the author’s portrait painted by her friend Nancy Dammen Jones “Sylva: Sears and Serenades” Acrylic on Canvas, 30X40 inch, September 2009
This book was printed in the United States of America.

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Dedicated
To all heartfelt Singers
Whoever they are
Wherever they live
In any tongue
They sing.
That arises from
Cardiac-Core
Dedicated
To
Every spirit
Who vocalizes
Harty stanzas
For they
Will gain more love
Breathe healthier
Spread loving
Incenses to
Every corner
Of the Earth.
Adding Musicians
Who ignite with
Each soul.
By
Sylva-MD-Poetry
The Passions of Shakespeare
I say, and all literates of the world say the same,
“Poetry must express strong emotions
Otherwise it is a description and not poetry.”
For that reason some ethnicities lack it
While others strongly possess it.
This is the reason the world
Adores Shakespeare,
He represents strong
Irreplaceable,
Everlasting
Passion.
Emotions exist in every human,
Some anemic some polycythemic
Who possess crimson-red cells;
They will pulsate
Entering cohorts
Creating celebrating
Genuine
Poetic Faiths.
Sylva Portoian,MD
Charles*: You Sang ‘ She’ I will sing ‘ He ’
He , he is the man
I can’t forget
The genes that I carry
Without regret.
He never left treasures,
What he worked for.
Gone with the wind—
No trace left.
But He left
His smile,
Endlessly gracing
My fiery hart.
He was a saint
‘Unnamed’
I never felt
Like his daughter.
Now I am rich
With a poetic hart
For him I search
But cannot find.
I want to tell
How much
I loved him.
When I was young
I never knew
His Harted-Mind
So wonderful,
So kind.
May 22, 2009 (Charles Aznavour’s Birthday)

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*Charles Aznavour , born Shahnour Varenagh Aznavourian (May 22, 1924, Paris) is an Armenian-French singer, songwriter, actor, public activist and diplomat. Besides being one of France’s most popular and enduring singers, he is also one of the most well-known singers in the world. He is known for his characteristic short figure and unique tenor voice; clear and ringing in its upper reaches, with gravely and profound low notes. He has appeared in more than 60 movies, composed about 1,000 songs (including at least 150 in English, 100 in Italian, 70 in Spanish, and 50 in German), and sold well over 100 million records.
He has written a song about the Armenian Genocide, titled Ils sont tombes (in English “ They fell ”).
He has sung for presidents, popes, and royalty, as well as at humanitarian events, and is the founder of the charitable organization Aznavour for Armenia along with his long-time friend and impresario Levon Sayan.
He has written musicals and about a thousand songs, and made more than one hundred records. Aznavour speaks and sings in many languages (French, English, Italian, Spanish, German, Russian, Armenian, Portuguese, Neapolitan), which has helped him perform at Carnegie Hall and other major venues around the world.
Glossary of terms
Throughout this book I have used some linguistic terms which are taken from previous books that I have written. Below is a guide to their meanings for those who have not read the other books in the series.
birthed— delivered, in my book Sons: Take My Heart and Transplant
genocide — defined for Armenian Genocide, the first genocide in the beginning of the twentieth century
hart— heart; harty : hearty; hartiest : heartiest—deleted letter e in the poem “Heart in One Syllable” from the book Lance My Hart at a Glance , by Sylva Portoian-Shuhaiber, 2007
giver’s ground— where any escaping populace from genocide are welcome to live
mine: strong word to say me
langue: language
slayed: slain — slayed sounds more lyrical than slain
stanzate: stanzed — created stanzas
poeming: poeting— writing poetry. The coined term was used in the book Lance My Hart at a Glance , by Sylva Portoian-Shuhaiber, 2007
poeticize— to express soulful feelings in a poetic style
poetor— similar to narrator, actor: used as a coined word
rhymer— person who knows how to create rhymes
thems— to say they are, by themselves, victims
Y— Y chromosome
Yours— not for writing letters, hence meant to enchant poetry
“ If you don’t invent, you can’t be a poet”
Part I
I Can Sing for All Souls
My Songs in Me
Sing to All Souls
Born With Tears
Steal My Hart
Glance of Cardiac Eyes
Hand in Hand
Through Each Other ’s Waves, We Breathe
Cheer Me Again
Jail Me Forever
Hazel Eyes of Mine
My Songs in Me
My songs in me,
I want to sing,
Echoes of my hart
Should soundly ring.
I want to sing.
Hear once again
What I would sing
To reach a mother’s terrain.
I want to sing
For the lost, meek.
I want to sing
For the feeble, weak.
I want to give
To those that rise fast,
I want to be
A kind soul to the last.
I want to hear
That I can sing
Till dusk enters
And breaks sad strings.
Another day
Waiting to sing.
When I can’t sing
Carry me away
In your arms . . . sane.
Pray for echoing songs
That will remain.
November 15, 2008
Sing to All Souls
Sing my dear, sing—
Don’t halt your voice
Sing to all souls
Who traveled to sandy soils.
Sing to the baby
To stop his cry
Sing to your mama
Who brought you life.
Sing to your dad
Even if you never heard his voice.
Sing to your friend
Who excites your prose.
Sing to the sky
To clear the clouds.
Sing to the earth
To settle fights.
Sing to the poor
And to the rich
Sing to all those
Who ignore your voice.
Sing and feel happy
That you can sing.
Sing and sing
Sing to all souls.
May 24, 2008
Born With Tears
To my sons who are away from my hart
but never from my mind
My Hart  . . . beating
Here, near and there
My lover’s gone
Left me alone!
My hart  . . . searching
To find the missing sense—
They’re not here!
Where have they gone?
Under the tree
Down the valley
Up the mountains
Hiking alone?
My hart  . . . beating
Like them, alone.
No one should clean . . .
Tears but Happy
Meant . . . with them born.
March 7, 2007
Steal My Hart
Steal my Hart*
To be with you
A few days more,
To make my novel true.
Steal my Hart —
But secretly—
I mustn’t know
Who stole that piece.
Steal my Hart,
Prick it with darts;
Don’t search the blood
Search cells that loved.
Steal my Hart ,
Read inside;
I am in love
I have the scars.
August 22, 2006
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*hart: heart
Glance of Cardiac Eyes
Take a look.
Glance again.
My roses are getting old,
Dewing with pain.
Love can never die
When it is real.
It can get unwell
Asking for care
Revive mine*
Love
Bring it to life.
October 26, 2007
___________________
* mine: The strength in me
Hand In Hand
Hand in hand
We climb the hill
To see the sky
With its blue feel
Hand in hand
We feel unscratched
We can’t leave
Each other, yet we feel apart
Hand in hand
To the sea shore
Watching the waves
Curl, leave, and sail.
Hand in hand
We stay tied by a tender band,
Till up high looks lower
Than we had planned.
Hand in hand
It takes days for us to come down
The breezes and winds
Cool us till we land at dawn
Lay us with a lovers’ crown.
October 22, 2007
Through Each Oth