Entire English language poetry collection Принцалександр *******************
* “Drive in” love * 
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We all like love to be two way street

Where feelings ride back and forth with full speed

We are trying to avoid paying tolls

That is how we like love to be, boys and dolls

But some streets get marked as one way

From which tough to back off – there is price to pay

Most of them, one way streets, are DEAD ENDs

Other name for those is “Let’s be friends”

When you have a full tank of gas – then you still could ride

But if love “runs on empty” – brake and pull to the side !

Just get out from it, calmly take the walk

There’s no need anymore to drive and to “talk the talk”

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* An alien visitor from the planet Earth * 
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I am the visitor from Earth

Not sure what’s my visit worth

I see familiar landscape

Like of the planet I escaped

Both planets look like very same

I see the sufferings and pain

I see bloodshed, bullshit and hate

I see no hope here for to wait

My travel was a waste of time

I’ve seen enough of sex and crime

On planet Earth’s TV network

This visit really did not work

It’s good my visit was dream’s fake

I’d better rather get awake

And face the planet, called the Earth

Here comes the end of my sad verse

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* As lion March in Boston starts         * 
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As lion March in Boston starts and as a lamb it ends

That means that Winter and the Spring through fight are changing hands

Though winds subside by April first but sometimes as a joke

On that same day snowstorm from sky falls down as a hawk

Onto Beantown as a prey it sets its snowed grip

By dressing streets in winter clothes once more in fierce zip

And tree’s awaken swollen buds are tortured by the cold

As anguished be one’s dreams of Love, being kept in heart on hold

And how ironic – in two week comes up the taxing date,

Unnatural disaster’s dread, by human brain being made

So here you go, wait my Love for fourteen days to churn

Returning back to You is blocked by need to file return

The Duty comes in front of Love

Soul’s spring to slap by senseless glove

Tax form’s pile up in gloomy stack

While feelings, hopes and dreams got stuck

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*Besame Mucho – Juanita, the Mexican girl* 
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I’m in love with Juanita

From El Paso country song

Kiss me stronger, senorita

Make my memories be gone 

To forget the northern beauty

Who’s cold heart is made of stone

Kiss me stronger, Spanish cutie

Give me love I missed so long 

Brown eyes so warm and tender

Margaritaville from blender

Makes it easy to surrender

Borrowing love from lovely lender 

Do not check my credit rating

I am all anticipating

Give me love that I am awaiting

Make my loneliness abating 

Rambling rose from Spanish garden

Do not let my heart to harden

Harden only what can please

I am down on my knees 

I’m in love with Juanita

From El Paso country song

Kiss me stronger, senorita

Make my memories be gone

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Should I break with Juanita ?

Better fits my age Lolita ?

Better she my pocket fits

No dollars, just few sweets

And as far as sex life goes

Less demands on man she throws

Her so simple childish needs

Even sugar daddy meets

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*       Between the two                  * 
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I don’t want to read your book, I don’t want to know you better

Between the friendship and the love, too much of knowledge kills the latter.

Between the angel part of you and lusting bitch if that might matter

Between the two, between the two, between the two – I’ll take the latter. 

I’ll kiss the tipper* of your toe

I promise not to ask for more

I’ll fondle nipples of your breast

I will not dare touching rest 

I am the stranger in your lands

My journey at the borders ends

My ship I anchor at your ports

I’ll stay in bounds of my words.

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*    Come taste the wine                 * 
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I think that Cabaret’s, well …, not so “Blushing Flower” Elsie

Be stunned to learn about marriage, set for Clinton’s daughter, Chelsea

While Elsie made her living renting “by the hour”

The quarter million dollars Clintons spent just for arranging Chelsea’s marriage flowers

While richest crowd gathered in upstate NY well guarded mansion

I am guessing that the invitations card did mention:

“Come taste the wine, come hear the band, come blow your horn, start celebrating;

Go right this way, your table’s waiting”

At that same very day (as any other)

The homeless folks, being awfully hungry rather

Without shedding any joy or tears,

Regarding Chelsea’s marriage, were in the “Food Kitchen” fed by volunteers

And though that setting was not as glamorous as one in Astor’s mansion

I’d wish that serving volunteer mention:

“Come taste the wine, come hear the band, come blow your horn, start celebrating;

Go right this way, your table’s waiting”

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*   Date with the Death                  * 
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I had experience, I confess

Of having meeting with the Death

We played the party of the chess

My life at stake with, no less

For every clever move I made

Response was stronger from my date

And move by move and step by step

He pushed me closer to grave’s gap

It did not take too long to wait

That I was given check and mate

It was so clear that my fate

Is to descend down world of late

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* Do you love or just want to be loved ? * 
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Do you love or just want to be loved ?

Is for you “to be loved” good enough ?

Should you settle your life just with that,

How it feels during times, spent in bed ?

If lovemaking just comes as technique

Not requiring for both hearts to click

If the *skills* are well tuned and adjusted, being tried

Then before you are ready to fall into sleep, *satisfied* …

Do you dare to say: “I do too !” to the guy ?

Does he really know it is just a lie ???

Was he able sometimes to cut through

And reply with the pain: “It’s not true!”

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*                Drama boy               * 
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When he called her last night and has heard her strange voice, tone of which was so nervous and tense

He has felt right away by the depths of his guts grim onset of

impending suspense

She just said: “I am going to send you email” in the end of that short conversation

And he ran to computer to wait for bad news and kept waiting while loosing his patience

In an hour it came with the innocent start – just describing how busy her day was

Thus reducing forthcoming unpleasant impact by slow down and taking some pause

He scrolled down through it in the quick half a glance jumping right to the core of the matter

To face up with the truth of what’s going to be – like it is – no

worse and no better

She committed tomorrow to spend with “old flame”, “you know who”, that “significant other”

So she hardly will have any time set for else on that day – so brace up and be cool with it rather

Drama boy, drama boy – what you’re going to do ?- you’re so old and that makes it quite funny …

Will you live through that cold, lost by you Sunday day, will the next day be brighter and sunny ?

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*     Farewell oh my father              * 
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I will never forget that December gloom day

When my father in Hospice was going away

I stood still at his bed having just come from work

He was calm paralyzed and not able to talk

Then he gathered his strength and we caught eye to eye

And he showed me up with his gaze to the sky

In his look was no sorrow, no worry, no fear, no “why”

That was just his sweet way to express last Good-Bye

Farewell oh my father, you’ve lived honest life

You are leaving behind grown son and your wife

All your troubles are over, you came to the end

I am praying that you to the sky will be sent

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*       From the distance                * 
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I don’t want to pretend

To be your friend

Nor your Daddy

But sometimes I see the girl in you

With bear-teddy

Then I wish to give you kiss, wipe your tear

And not scared to act funny in once’s view

Oh my girl

With a curl

Oh my Dear!

To embrace and give two sweets

As a treats

Coming near

Yes, two sweets – one just for you

And one for teddy-bear

Kiss once more and stroke your hair with no resistance

And then gently step away

And watch you play

From the distance

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*       Ghost in the woods               * 
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We are naked and alone when we’re not willfully born

And we are also alone when we die

And the same in between, every year on and on

No matter do laugh we or cry

How can I expect that I’ll be understood

By your mind or by instinct of yours

When myself I feel lost in emotional wood

Where I am walking alone like a ghost

Where my jealousy fights with my faith and my trust

Where one part of me hopes that you love me in me, but another so painfully screams

That I’m just a placeholder in the world of your dreams

Unfulfilled by someone in your past !

When our bodies together are blending in one

Are you thinking of him, while keep holding me tight

Giving kindly to me what is his by his right

Who escaped from your hands on the run ?

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*      Girls and their fantasy lovers    * 
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Those girls are the type, who lives in the dream

With the fantasy lover – made for worshiping him

He is their Prince Charming and he is their White Knight

The one who comes only to visit by night

He loves them so gently and never offends

He is ever so sweet so romance never ends

Real guys on the street can’t compare to Prince

Being rude from the go and then ever since

Unlike fake Prince Charming guys dump girls at once

The Knight never does it and keeps the romance 

Oh those silly girls, whom reality can not convince

That they just renamed Teddy Bear to Prince

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*     I think of you !                   * 
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When I am waking up, my Love – I do think of you !

Looking down or above – I do think of you !

Just before I fell asleep – I still think of you !

When I’m sad and want to weep – Oh … I think of you !

When I see girls on the street – I think just of you !

Not to let my life to quit – I need to think of you !

When I want to feel the joy – then I think of you !

I start acting as young boy – when I think of you !

Any words to show fail – what I think of you !

Only having you could tell – how I feel for you !

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*    I thought that snow melted away for good * 
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I thought that snow melted away for good, but here it comes again

Well … the winding road to Spring is quite long, it doesn’t have the fast lane

In other places Spring already has come, while where I am – not just yet

But I’ll keep the faith in season’s change – instead of being so upset

Within the reason of being just a little bit sane

There is no use to cry madly in vain

There is no use again to cry in vain and to pay an emotional toll

For the fact of the nature that the window’s view isn’t in sync with my soul

But wait a second, am I too involved into my own personal stuff?

Why readers be burdened  with my feelings and pain , when they have of their own enough?

If I could teach them something what to do when life is becoming tough …

But I don’t know how to live myself – I admit being in anger and huff

So I’ll try separating my life apart from the poetry for now on

It’s no use, for the public review on line, my soul inside out to turn

Exhibition in rhymes is a shame on its own, much like as being caught undressed

The poet and stripper are two different jobs, which should not together be messed

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*    I will stay the course                   * 
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I am in love with you for better or for worse

I am in love with you with no sad remorse

You may reject my love or you may endorse

It doesn’t matter, I will stay the course

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*     I wish that night to never be           * 
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I wish that night to never be

I thought you’re working as a bee

I caught you with him in the bar

I had no clue it went that far

This finding caught me in surprise

Can’t hide the tears in my eyes

You were so busy being with him

Engaged in love and act on whim

I felt embarrassed to be there

Pretending that I do not care

I wish I’d never gone that far

And show myself in that damn bar

You were so much in your love game

With no limit, no shame

You threw yourself to him so clear

I felt so bad while standing near

You threw yourself with no fear

To show the world how you endear

When being with me you were intent

To keep our love “under the tent”

With reputation free of taint

You were so private and restraint

Now I could see you so much changed

It makes me feel to be avenged

Being found, caught you in surprise

I noticed bother in your eyes

I was the hindrance on your way

To let you deal with in a fray

That came unwanted, undesired

Distracting you from being love fired

What I could tell you on my part – I still love you with all my heart

I can’t change you  – it is too late – I’m left to hate my cruel fate

Well, if your love to me has passed – I do not want the break up last

So if you’ll leave me – don’t wait, let’s part and split without hate

Just say goodbye, let’s make it quick – let me not show that I am weak

I wish your new love all of luck, just let me fade into the dark

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In lack of fantasies and fighting sheer madness 
In lack of fantasies and fighting sheer madness

We, poets, like to write about love and sadness

With our eyes, so wettable with tears,

And our hearts, so tunable to fears,

We grab our pens and shut our ears

We cry of pure love (with no Pap smears)

To our girlfriends, which were caught while cheating,

(Oh those betraying snakes with lying words, which are so witting …)

And our feelings – they are hurt and bleed with sorrow

We write that life has ended,  and will be no tomorrow

We write that faith in love is lost, and trust nowhere to be borrowed

We write and lines of mellow poetry gets crunched and crunched and crunched …

But then we go hungry, suddenly the flood of sadness stops, and, cheerfully, we do break for lunch.

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In the doll house
In your mature moods you’re either angel or a b—-

But there is also third one, child like, which

I am amazed to watch, when you allow it to show

When you just want to play with me like with a toy

And then I strive to be on par with you, behaving like a boy

Who finds himself in doll house locked with nowhere to go

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Inspirational chant
Go forward, don’t live by the past

Be steadfast !

Go forward, life embrace with no fear

Persevere !

Have a purpose. accept no defeat

True grit !

Don’t give up and continue vying

Keep trying !

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*   Joke is better                    *
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Keeps complaining poetess

That under stress and duress

There is no life and no peace

That’s no good, my dear Miss, but where is our post police ?

Others got creative flow

Going fast or going slow

So we have poetic flood

Burying us in verbal mud

Lots of words of crying hell

From ones so hurt, they can’t get well

Loosing life’s endurance,

With no health insurance

Being heart broken and love sick

Empathy those writers seek

There is no place for joking

Tears got me choking

I myself can not complain

Except for age and mental pain

In the ass, which was once head

Where used to brain I had

Some like white bread, others rye

Joke is better than the cry

Let’s postpone the crying

Till the time of dying
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*    Like rivers flow into ocean                   *
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Like rivers flow into ocean

Unstoppable time’s steady motion

And only Love without caution

Survives the time through its Devotion

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To camps my father sentenced was

When I was only four; and I was told that on that date

He asked my mother: “Will you wait ?”

And she replied: “Of course”

I do remember how trucks

With prisoners aboard did drive from prison to Gulag

I stood with mother watching it but could not comprehend

Why father taken was from me and why he waves his hand

I hardly noticed him at all among the other men

My mother pointed him to me and went to cry again

Armed guards were watching this send off and kept the crowd at bay

That early morning in the square on grim and rainy day

And years slowly passed along in loneliness and doom

There were my mother and small me, confined in single room

From day to day just two of us, just two and no one else …

All relatives and former friends *forgot* our address

When they would spot Mom on the street – they’d cross to other side

From wife of  *enemy of state*  they were quite quick to hide

In kinder garden and at school knew too who’s son I am

And I could read it in their eyes – they hate me and condemn

My mother, trying find a job, in vain knocked closed doors

Her applications were denied after background check

Being engineer by degree she ended mopping floors

The pay just covered buying food when she was coming back

“Mom, could I have a bike ?” – I asked when I was eight

She said: “Perhaps the other year, we need to learn to wait”

And we kept waiting, she – for Dad, and I to get my bike

When I was nine Dad didn’t come but I got what I like
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*      Melting snow                *
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Melts away last year’s snow,

Which came down on New Year’s eve

But you love me strongly, I know

And I’ll love you as long as I live

Milky fog around me soars

Makes me feel like Fairy Tale

And your eyes, which my heart adores

I could see through the white wintry veil

Though the spring is so far away yet

Yes, the April is far away so

But unlike this fast melting snow

Shall our love away never melt 

Fades away last year’s snow, which came down on New Year’s eve

You are the One and Only

And I love you strongly

And I will love you as long as I live

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*English translation of A. S. Pushkin’s “The Night”, written in 1823   *
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Late silence of dark night disturbing, in my sweet surrender,

My voice, to you directed, languid is, while being both soft and tender.

My words of poetry, to you they flow babbling, into love song they meld in my poetic candor

Being full of you, as passion streams flow my words – to you from me, by you enchanted sender …

In darkness of the room I see your shining eyes, they smile to me, revealing their splendor

Sad candle burns near my bed – its sparks sometimes your lovely image render …

And suddenly the sounds of your voice I hear in love’s magic curse :

“My friend, my sweet friend … love you, … I’m yours, I’m yours !”

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*  My epitaph  *
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In lack of glory and the fame

He tamed himself be humble and lame

He tried to be a man of word

To live by peace and not by sword

He tried to stay away from crime

Except for playing with the rhyme

He tried be honest, live in truth

Both being himself, being part of Jews

He was not perfect, was not saint

He didn’t deserve bright colors paint

Though he has tried to do what’s right

And separate the black from white

Don’t judge him harshly if you can

Please be forgiving to this man

If in his life he caused you harm

Forgive his soul and shake his arm

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* My grandson’s country  *
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I grew in country, which was full of hate

To Jews, who never will be there treated equal

I am so happy that my grandson’s fate

Allowed him in better country to be born and live – in happy family’s

life saga sequel

I grew in country, where I’ve heard so many times:”Go away you, Jew, -

you are not welcomed here,

This land is Not your land” – and that was tough for me (and all those

Jewish boys and girls like me) to bear

My grandson, I believe, will never hear anything like this, while

wiping salty tears

In my New Country my grandson is proud to be Jew and he could live his

life in happiness pursuit without any fears

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* My Jewish People – I am your proud son !                             *
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My Jewish People, Israel – I am your proud son !

I’m made of tortured flesh of yours and of your ancient blood

Since Torah given was to us under the Sinai’s sun

Your enemies tried burying us into historic mud

Egyptian pharaohs kept my kin in slavery by chains

The straws turn slow into bricks by Jewish sweat and pain

Just longer look at giant plates of mighty pyramids

You’ll see that Jewish blood and tears through their seams they bleed

My people’s cry and songs of pray – they to the Lord have gone

Being far away from our Land – in bonds of Babylon

And kindly G_d has heard our plea and granted our return

To our country, our temples, to our ways we yearn

But spared by Alexander the Great not long we lived alone

Our love for Freedom, our brave revolts caused angry hate of Rome

Enraged by courage of the Jews they sent their legions

They plowed our sacred Temple, the streets, where we were born

The Romans scattered Jews across their vast empire land

In hope that in by doing so the tale of Jews will end

For thousands years after that the Jews didn’t have their homes

Ukraine’s Cossacks killed my kin in savageous Pogroms

In Spain our haters burned the Jews in Inquisition flames

The Germans tried to wipe us all, as an entire race,

By gassing millions of the Jews in extermination camps

Where for five years they brought us, packed in the cattle trains

Gas chambers witnessed Jewish deaths in scare and despair

The Nazis made the pretty bags from skin, and wigs from Jewish hair

Five years chimneys fumed with Jewish ash into the shameless air

And World in silence watched all that with no help to dare

Yet we survived it all in all, the people of the G_d

Oh Israel – you’re back with us, protected by the Lord

And sacred Wailing Wall in freed Jerusalem

Will always be with us, forever and for good, Shma Israel! Amen !

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*  My windows face the busy street                           *
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My windows face the busy street

Both day and night the traffic beat

Invades my quiet solitude

And violates my restful mood

Fire trucks, an ambulance, police

Disturb my inner conscience peace

Their sounds tell me of distress

Disaster, death, unhappiness

I sense like that the world entire

Is crying pain, being set on fire

And I feel urgent to respond

Discovering my human bond

But there are times, which aren’t my best

Inside of me wakes up unrest

I feel abandoned, I feel weak

I don’t sense my heart beat tick

And in those times I have the need

To hear sounds of the street

This buzz connects me to the world

To which I cling as last resort

It’s nice, being either young or old,

To know that’s no matter what

No matter what will future hold

Life keeps on moving by my road

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*  New shocking findings on the Beauty and the Beast                *
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World-known psychotherapist

Established lately that the Beast

In fact was serial rapist

And AlQaeda terrorist

Most sadly Snow-White at least

Was marked as target on his list

But wait …. the pervert got the nerves

Top listing all small seven dwarfs

Did not forget the beasty *fella*

To list hard working Cinderella

And (hope you don’t get me backwards )

Hotlisted there find we certain Mr. Edwards

The line marked *royal* worries bring

It has to do with L (dot ?) King

“But which of three ?” – one comes to think …

No one yet knows, that’s the thing …

The scarlet flower, grown by thug

Was very potent super drug

Herself, the Beauty, being so cute

In truth was call-girl prostitute

Her cell phone number (fun to text)

Is easy dialing “grl-4sex”

The rumor has that Tiger Woods

Was spotted with her in the woods

Another source claims Jessie James

Was active partner in her games
Oh, those Mormons …  
The roses have thorns

The dears have horns

Worn feet might have corns

Guess what have Mormons …

Shark’s teeth sharper are than steel knifes

Beware of those, one who dives

Yes, swimming with sharks caused many lost lives

Including Mormons and their …

My riddle to guess

Isn’t hard I confess

Except for morons

To figure what have those Mormons

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*   Old Mother’s soul               *
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The end of her days gets burned out alone

In care of the staff in remote nursing home

She hardly remembers her name and her age

The book of her life turned itself to last page

Her mind is confused and her talk lacks the sense

She feels that she lives at somebody’s expense

No interest in living, no hope, no dream

She is locked in herself in the mental extreme

Since her husband has died twenty years have gone

Since then she has lived by herself, on her own

Her only offspring is her sixty years son

To whom she gave life and so much she has done

He visits her weekly, she cries when he leaves

He is so ashamed when he flees like a thief

She wants him be near till she is alive

He lives at the distance of thirty miles drive

She wants be in comfort of family warmth

He can not oblige with his heart has been torn

She calls him each evening: “Please take me from here !”

He tells in return: “I can not, oh My Dear”

But once in a while she has painful nightmare

That her five years old son still lives in her care

She calls on the phone in torment and despair

With whom is my Sasha ? Where is he, where ?

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*   On day when Poetry will die                *
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On day when Poetry will die, the day which might be near

For names, being scratched from history’s annals:

Homer, Horace, Pindar, Anacreon, Ovid, Virgil, Catullus, Dante, Juvenal

No one will shed a tear

On day when Poetry will die, will world no more revere

Petrarch, Marlowe, Byron, Shelley, and even great Shakespeare, 

Who’s names for some so dear

Yes, day might come when Poetry will die, strange as it may appear

Will come the day when Poetry will die – my friends let’s be sincere

Poems of Heine, Pushkin, Chenier, Mitskewicz, Beranger – no one will ever hear

On day when Poetry will die – from memories will be gone

Keats, Yeats, Blake, Kipling, Tennyson, Longfellow, Frost, Whitman, Dickinson

On day when Poetry will die, no more will people cheer

New poets daring to aspire, succeed and be remembered

It seems that joy of life that day be brutally severed

I don’t want to be around on day when Poetry will die, when art will be dismembered

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*       On Love and Poetry            *
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The love in poetry or poetry in love

Which one is my forte I don’t really know

Or both or none of the above

Or something in between and there in between I go 

On certain mornings I awake being sick

With certain sweet disease that has no other cure

Than trying to come up with words, which in my heart would stick

Such words, which are in sync with feelings I endure 

And when I find those words, my rage goes away

Transferring into poetry so utterly contagious

Infecting those who read – and that what makes my day

Rewarding for my efforts, humble in effect, but yet for me enormously courageous

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*    On rhyme and rhythm               *
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When one doesn’t keep the rhyme

In the poetry

It is not that much of crime

It’s just the style, called “free”

But when the rhyme the rhythm reminds

Of lovemaking

It does sure keep the readers minds

In the baking …

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*    Please now look at me              *
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My destiny was drafted in the skies

My fate was in the depth of hell rewritten for demise

Please now look at me and don’t close your eyes

And love me as I am or leave me in despise

King Midas had the *gift* of turning into gold

Just everything whatever with his hands he touches

Oh, if I ever able be to turn My love into the word,

So precious as You are and meaningful still being as much is 

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*      Rhetorical questions with the answer            *
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Why loved ones break up and leave

When it snows ?

And why nothing brings relief

When it goes ?

What it means to live with grief

– Someone knows ?

Will the crying send reprieve

When pain grows ?

Will the Spring revive belief

While the time still flows ?

Why world keeps on turning on and one must live

No matter what life throws ?

Its may be good that life is brief,

As it shows !
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*   Sex could work for older guys               *
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Sex could work for older guys

(Not being happy otherwise )

With arrival of Viagra

Older guys could play as Tiger

Money not to be discount,

– Income needs to be well sound;

(No love could money buy, sigh

When income comes from SSI )

For example – Larry King,

He could make his mistress *sing*

Not so rich, as him par large ?

– Visit then parlor massage

As Al Gore you’ll find some use

Of the skilled “soft hands” masseuse

Otherwise if not sex slab

Sign yourself to sex rehab

There are girls there who could teach

Including those, are well known which,

They will train you how to cheat

(In Russian “teach” is verb “uchit”)

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*        The biggest prison on the Earth          *
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The biggest prison on the Earth has no solid walls

We are all prisoners in it within our own souls

We guard ourselves to no escape, we hide in it by will

It is so easy to break through but no one ever will

We keep the comfort being alone within our selfish selves

We ran from freedom on our own, we love our cozy cells

We’ve built our prison with no bricks by fear and by scare,

By lies, betrayals and neglect, by lack of human care

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*     The bouquet of roses             *
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I was thirteen and I have got a date

My very first … and I was so excited

I went ahead and flowers bought bouquet

Twelve scarlet roses – hoping for Her heart to get ignited

I was stood up – she did not make the date !

I felt ashamed, embarrassed and betrayed !

My hands were burning, holding that bouquet

Which yelled that I am a failure and reject

I threw away this evidence of shame

To glowing roses I assigned the blame

In instance came relieve, despair went away

I still remember vividly that day

Experienced by me half century ago

But recently this story came again to me to grow

While walking by the street I noticed that bouquet

Or very similar – I couldn’t tell you more

Which lied abandoned on the top of parapet

– It was another failure of distraught amour !

I picked it up and gave it to the girl

Which came across in sudden strike of luck

The one I never met and though street was dark

So beautiful she was and precious as a pearl !

She took my gift and payed me with a smile

The happy end of story ! …. Though it took a while .

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*   The country of the cellophane men               *
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The cellophane men crowd, they look all the same

In spite of the difference in address and name

They come home by evening, as lemon being squeezed

The turn TV on and they want to be pleased …

They watch the News shows, where they get brain washed

Then switch to soap operas where life’s classy and posh

Where sex in the city – is for filthy and rich

Who fly to Dubai to meet sheikhs on the beach …

But back to the people, who watch this bull shit …

(Who wait for the ball game on Sundays for treat)

They go to bed, being afraid of next day,

To pay up the bills,  keep collectors at bay

They get up in the morning, they go to work

They don’t make choices, they all look like a dork

Back stubbing coworkers, while licking boss’s ass

Will “keep them off trouble” – they cowardly guess

They need to pay mortgage to reach their dream

Too bad that for many it looks like a scheme …

They carry the orders, lay low on the shelf

Where is this country ? – you figure yourself !

If you are not sure, here comes one more hint

“In god we all trust” on the money they mint

Some jokers are saying it is a misprint

The “l” letter’s omittance was designed to mislead

They prey golden calf in the desert, being empty of soul

The “Dow Jones” is their value and the profit is their goal

If you’re not color blinded, there is one more clue …

They vote there for the party, being red or being blue

Choose show of donkey or let elephant into the room

If pulled the wrong lever, don’t feel like in doom

The difference is little, the difference is small

The one or another – we know them all ….

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*       The eyes of death           *
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The rumor has it that the man who comes alive from dead

Could see Grim Reaper eye to eye attending at his bed

That look brings dread, it makes man mad, it brakes his flesh into cold sweat -

So never ever eyes of death he dares to forget

Upon such meeting mark of fate is burned into man’s eyes

So he could see what others can’t, being born not once but twice

To his dismay, for his demise he is destined to pay the price

To see all cheating and the lies, in spite of cover and disguise

His heart can’t love, his soul is dead,

He lives with death for life being wed

But if the woman falls in love with man, who such spell has

Her love could overcome the spell and wipe the wreath of death

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*       The fourth muse            *
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“Should the poet really be faithful in love,

To be able to write good love poetry?”

I was asked – and I picked the challenger’s glove -

– How about Patmore, Coventry ?

Yet there was one, who loved mostly his “Cats”

Keeping wife, locked as being mad, with no regrets

While inheriting her wealth and estate

Leaving her alone to live and die in her dare mental state …

As for mistresses… – the poet at least could have three

Say, three muses of his poetry

Those whom poet gave his heart for life

Those, with each of them he wants to stay in love

But if three ladies are fine, why he couldn’t have four …

Adding real one, who may stay, when he can’t write no more

One, who’s not jealous for the other three

One, who cares and will not let him free

But if she’ll tell me that she wants be my the only ONE,

I’ll quit poetry and into her arms I will run

Arms, which keep me in such a warmly embrace

That our hearts start to beat in one madly pace

But if some day I’ll get old for her too

I don’t know what with my life will I do

How I’ll live and will cope with the pain

So deep that may drive me insane ?

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*  The heart does not lie                *
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The heart of lover does not lie

When speaks from love that will not die

My love is blind but my heart cries

You see the tears in my eyes ?

The cry of heart is such of sort – just by one’s heart it could be heard

The special one, who went same road and knows how love could hurt

You said that you could read the voice

That you could hear truth through noise

Why couldn’t you hear cry of love

Which comes from me to you, my half ?

Your kindness towards your “just friend” is killing me on other hand

Such kindness is quite harmful rather – it saves the one and kills another !

The heart in love could not be patient …

It suffers in anticipation !

I never searched the truth in vine

But in this case it might work fine

Instead of seeing my plea sinking

I’d rather shut myself by drinking !

You could deceive yourself in reason that you just want to keep him breathing

That your sole purpose is to please him

You could insist that that’s your goal

But your insistence tells me all

That you’re afraid to tell what’s true

You need him more than he needs you !

What else might tell you I this night !

You can’t deny that I am right !

Just let me stay and taste the misery

Don’t add insult to my heart injury

By saying that I don’t have your trust

You should believe me! Yes, you must !

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*     The play of life             *
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In our youth we roam around according to our age

Until some day we realize that world is one big stage

We enter it through opened gate so eager to engage

With no purpose to fulfill, like beasts, which ran from cage

But play of life comes to its end, comes to the end the plot

And actors leave the stage, in turns, according to their lot

The only Viewer from above in boredom watches shows,

The endless comedies of beings, the ones so well He knows

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*    The road of life              *
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I spent my strength, I spent my will

To climb on top of rocky hill

The time has come of going down

There is no way around

It’s easy sliding in descent

With less efforts to the end

To my left and to my right

I could see no one in site

There is no need for glancing back

To the past – it will hurt neck

Weighing in a retrospective

Was the travel worth objective

I prefer to close my eyes

While looking forward to goodbyes,

Touching down in crash and burn

With no one for me to mourn

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*       The story of the stupid Russian spy           *
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In the court I told the judge

Here is my story – no fudge !

Please forgive my broken English

Which makes me easy be *distinguished*

I wish my deeds could be recanted …

Ten years went as I was planted

In the land of USA,

Life was pleasing, I must say

With mortgage paid by KGB

In the States it’s nice to be

It was easy to forget

That I’m cell of spying net

Suddenly my phone got ring:

(Now I know, it was a sting …)

“Could have met we in Beijing ?”

That was secret greeting *thing*,

Well remembered spy net code

So I answered right a way

(acting like an idiot)

Phrase, which I was trained to say:

“Yes, we might, how have you been ?

– Was it rather in Harbin ?

Wait, my wife is saying: Hi,

We have met – but in Shanghai ….”

Then I dug from hiding spot

Packed with dollars heavy pot

With a notice (oh my Gosh!):

“Dirty money – needs some wash!”

I assumed that note has meant

To launder cash with detergent

Making dough look shine and clean

I put bills in wash-machine

Heavy cycle took the spin

Next came drying all that green

Job was done with lots of care

And few quarter coins to spare

No idea that was prank,

I brought money to the bank

But no luck could money buy

When it comes from FBI …

Though I really can’t complain

Being sent quickly on the plane

Back to Russia with few guys

Who were all like me wise spies

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*      The time has come to say good bye to love           *
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I’m coming to grips with the truth

I have failed to keep up with past youth

The time has come for me to say good bye to love …

Of which unfortunately no-one could get enough

These cruel laws, which are set by cruel time

So well secured, that no loving crime

Could perpetrate time drawn killing line

Beyond which only memories are left for me to chime

Being slowly touched under the winds of sad and lone resign ….

Those memories will never get erased

Without those my winter days of life would be the total waste

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*    The truth be told    *
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The truth be told, if you are smart

Don’t burn yourself in flames of art

For sacrifice of soul and heart

You will find out that pay is hard

The truth be told, if you are eager

The life’s reward is not pay’s figure

But still, how much you want to give

For so little to receive

Right back, in terms of recognition

The truth be told, forget ambition

Don’t burn yourself in flames of art

For sacrifice of soul and heart

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*   The Yellow Star of Jewish Ghetto    *
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The Yellow Star of Jewish Ghetto

Deep into my skin is set to

Six million weeping yellow stars

Are in my heart as painful scars

They radiate such burning light

Like sun, which rose amidst the Night

The Night of Death, the Night of Sin

The Night of Crimes against my kin

Yet through the covers of that Night

These yellow stars did shine so bright

With cry, which spreads through Universe,

Six million voices strong eternal curse

To beasts, with swastika on sleeves

To killers, torturers and thieves

Who brought such Shame on Human Race

Which no one ever will erase

Six million weeping yellow stars

Are in my heart as painful scars

I want the World to feel my pain

For Jewish lives being lost in vain

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*   There is nothing now could I do   *
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There is nothing now could, my Queen, I do

Just to be instead of him and climb your window

Just to be that lucky boy from vicinity

That same lucky one, who broke your sweet virginity

One, who was your first, your body wanted whom

One, you let to sneak to your maiden room

He was the one who made your passion turning

He was the one who’s love you were returning

He was the one whom then you were caressing

He was the one for whom you rushed to get undressing

He was the one to whom you gave yourself without warning

He was the one you kissed way out in the mornings

If I would have it now  – the magic Time Machine

I would fly back there where have you been

I would throw myself between you and him

I would beg your love, I would yell and scream

I would cry my tears, I would be enraged

But there is nothing then could I really change …

He still would be the one who made your passion turning

He still would be the one who’s love you were returning

He still would be the one whom then you were caressing

He still would be the one for whom you rushed to get undressing

He still would be the one to whom you gave yourself without warning

He still would be the one you kissed way out in the mornings

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*   There was a girl    *
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There was a site for writers and book readers

There was a guy, who liked to post on it his rhymes

There also was a girl, who read his poetry sometimes

And strangely found she herself eventually attached

To honest feelings of his humble words so much,

Which made him fall for her and she became his love and cheer leader

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*  Those loveless years    *
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Many people lived whole life, where loneliness was rife, with no love being met – life’s not fair

And they don’t know yet and they even don’t fret, they just don’t care

But when love gets sparked inside – they look back in hindsight with regret and despair,

To those loveless years chain, with no happiness or pain, felt as lost so much in vain, – in compare

Many songs have strong love words – but they don’t touch the cords, yes, as such, the lonely hearts they just don’t touch

And they pass our ears loose, having nothing to amuse, with no meaning and no use

But in love, same songs we choose in the moment of the truth

Every word becomes so true and we listen through and through – and then it means so much

I want to sing my own song, with my not so skillful tongue, how I missed and how I long

You – to whom I so belong; you – for whom my love’s so strong – it will never go wrong

Not believing fully yet that my love is truly met, though I have nothing to regret for my feelings, that you share

As for my many loveless years, passed and spent before by chance we met – I just don’t care !

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* To YOU    *
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I had no interest in my life

I lost its purpose, will to strife

I drifted slowly through the dark

With no challenge to embark

Upon this journey to abyss

With no friend, no lover with

My poems were my only door

Through which I ventured onto shore

From seas of troubles to escape

To shout rhyming cry for help

I did not hope to get reply

YOU were my blessing from the sky !

YOU are my angel and my whore

The one to care and adore !

YOU are my spirit and my muse

YOU are my wisdom and my truth

You give me joy, when I feel blue -In Russian: ” Ya tebya lyublyu !”

I’ll kill for you, I’ll die for you !

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*  Two people live inside my skin   *
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Two people live inside my skin

One’s coward and one’s bold

One takes the blows under chin

Another shuns the world

They hate each other so much, being bound by the chain

They are engaged in fighting match – the endless fight with no gain

As such, I’m left to be their judge, the judge who feels the pain

One tells me: “Live with no fears, be what you are with pride !”

Another whispers in my ears: “Shut up yourself and hide”

Two people live inside my skin

And Lord one knows who will win

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*  When the childhood comes back again   *
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When the childhood comes back again

Through the window of your fast life train

Just before train will reach final stop

Open window, let your childhood to hop

Into cabin where loneliness dwells

As your only companion on rails

Let your childhood take you by hand

Trusting you as you’ve trusted your dad

Take a journey together back to the past

Into times where hours could last

Into times where the days were so long

Into innocent times where nothing was wrong

When the childhood comes back your way

Don’t push it away, let it stay, let it play

Let it share its secrets and dreams

While its head to your head softly leans

Let it be your true loyal friend

Let it stay in your life to the end

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*  When the push comes to the shove    *
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When the push comes to the shove

Is it worth to be caught in love ?

Should I better plant a tree

Than to sing my love through the poetry  ?

Tree could grow and give some shade

While the love with the time might just fade

In the love it takes two to dance.

In a sweet and absorbing romance

Does love live on the buying time

Keeping linger the dying rhyme ?

Is it worth be in love just for once

Trying savoring happy chance ?

Could two lovers forever embrace

Dancing slowly face to face ?

Will the glowing of love in your eyes

One day die and then turn into ice ?

Love on slippery dancing floor

May just seize and be there no more

And abandoned by you, in despair

I’ll stay there alone among dancing pairs

In the middle of music, with nowhere to go

As in dreaded pathetic and comical show

….

When the push comes to the shove

Is it worth to be caught in love ?

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*  Why   *
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Why on earth we want often for the time to run fast

While we know that moments we wait for so much will not last

If the life would consist just of moments we wait

Would we quickly burn selves to the end at such rate, in unfortunate fate ?

If the life would consist just of moments of love

Would we quickly loose meaning of feelings we have and just say at

some point:”For G_d’s sake, it’s enough !”

Let it be as it is, let it stay as it stay

There is wisdom for why world is made in this way

For the moments of love there is the price to be paid

Blessed be moments of love, blessed be years of wait

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*  You asked for my forgiveness   *
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You asked for my forgiveness – no problem, I could give you that

I doubt though it will ever make You feel as you expect – quite glad

Let You consider me as being insensitive and bad

As much as I forgave I never shall forget !

You asked to stick around – sure Dear, I indeed may stay

But hardly You will find that this will make your day

Let You consider me being cold and causing pain

There is nothing You could do to make me love again

The feeling’s gone and can not be revived by will

Love resurrection is impossible, my Friend, so simply let’s be real

Betrayal is the wound, which no witch could heal

When Love is crucified it stays forever killed

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*  Young And Tender Love Forever   *
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When I handsome was and young my first love caressed me sweetly

Held me close to her heart, kept me strongly in her arms

Kissing tender, kissing hard, giving all of her to me

But amidst love labor passion her pale face was full of tears

“Our fate to be apart” – whispered she between the moaning

And in silence I remained, giving back myself to her

Since I knew that she was right, I saw no use in lying

“But shall never you forget – me, and all my tender loving;

I will always be your FIRST; I will always be your ONLY;

Any women will you hold – it is ME you will be holding!”

-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:

Many years have gone since then

But her words were true however

Though our lives have strayed apart

She is in my heart forever!

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*  Your tender breathing (or variations on Elvis)  *
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Suddenly it became very cold outside – I feel it in my room,

I need your love to warm me up and to dispel my gloom

Your tender breathing next to me blows away the chill

You have made me feel that way and you always will

You turn winter into spring, sunshine your smile brings

You help me not to fall down and fly under your wings

In my dreams I think of you, and when I am awake

Loving you helps me to live, helps worries to forsake

Freezing wind keeps blowing in, turns tears into ice

If you’d be right now with me that would dry my eyes

Your tender breathing next to me would make my sorrows go

If you, my Darling, would love me …. Oh, I love you so !

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*  When mind and soul do not agree  *
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It makes so difficult and hard
When mind and soul do not agree
When life is prison for the heart,
Which cries in pain to let it free

It is so painful and unfair
To live surrounded by the wall
To not be able life to share
With one who’s dearest to your soul

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*  Odd couples  *
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The funny scene was on my screen
On my TV last night I’ve seen …
Obama walked with British Queen
In court’s reception strict routine

It feels somehow strangely quite …
News clip looked bleak like black and white
With just one color in between
For royal hat in ugly green

Ten feet behind them walked so slow
Michelle with regal Gigolo
Both were all smiles – which was so sweet
Odd couples though – I must admit

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*  The mystique secret of the night  *
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The mystique secret of the night
Embraces us and holds us tight
In its evasive grip of freak
Which treats one’s life with danger’s trick

Night wears covers of the dark
Full of adventures to embark
On scary trip set by the fate
To risky pleasures we await

We step, we dive into the night
To lose what holds us at day light
To free dark corners of the soul
To shut the conscious and control

And every face looks like a mask,
Face painted by the dusk to bask,
But may be really night reveals
The truth of us, which day conceals ?

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*  Laugh and Tears always go hand in hand  *
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Laugh and Tears always go hand in hand
Helping broken soul and mind, being terribly confused, to mend
The fabric of human life is such
That it’s getting teared down quickly by the “bad news” punch
The fabric of human life is such
That it’s sown to be whole again by gentle human touch

Sunny days are intermixed with gloomy days of rain
Days of happiness are coalesced with days of pain
Light of the day gets followed up with darkness of the night
There is always time for love and there is time for fight
There is time for everyone to throw stones
There is always time for screams of joy and time for mournful moans

Laugh and Tears always go in our life by “hand in hand”
That’s how it has been and how it will be until day’s end

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* Said who   *
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I will purchase all the treasures of the world – said the Gold
I will conquer all the lands on Earth into my hold – said the Sword
I will enter through your ears and your eyes into your mind, be you young or old,
To fill your spirit with the faith, to bring your soul into my fold – said the Word of Lord
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* The history and social progress are driven by defined objective law   *
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The history and social progress are driven by defined objective law
One can not force development process to go faster or to go slower
One can not change religious extremism and build democracy among fanatics
Sometimes to leave dictatorships alone without opening Pandora’s box
is much more smarter tactics

The roads to World of Hell are paved with good political intentions
Naivety is not a good excuse for military forceful interventions
The policy of “country building” our “White House man” needs at once
to throttle
In order not to help the terrorism to get out of control and letting Genie of Jihad
escape out of the Bottle
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* on Day of Fool   *
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I didn’t believe it but, you know,
Out my window I saw snow
As the exception of the rule
This snow was true on Day of Fool

I checked email encouraged so
In your reply I found though
As no exception to the rule
Your “No” was true on Day of Fool

And in the mirror on the wall
The fool was there looking small
As no exception to the rule
The fool stays fool on Day of Fool
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Those girls are the type, who lives in the dream
With the fantasy lover – made for worshiping him
He is their Prince Charming and he is their White Knight
The one who comes only to visit by night

He loves them so gently and never offends
He is ever so sweet so romance never ends
Real guys on the street can’t compare to Prince
Being rude from the go and then ever since

Unlike fake Prince Charming guys dump girls at once
The Knight never does it and keeps the romance
Oh those silly girls, whom reality can not convince
That they just renamed Teddy Bear to Prince
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*  On day when Poetry will die  *
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On day when Poetry will die, the day which might be near
For names, being scratched from history’s annals:
Homer, Horace, Pindar, Anacreon, Ovid, Virgil, Catullus, Dante, Juvenal
No one will shed a tear

On day when Poetry will die, will world no more revere
Petrarch, Marlowe, Byron, Shelley and even great Shakespeare,
Who’s names for some so dear
Yes, day might come when Poetry will die, strange as it may appear

Will come the day when Poetry will die – my friends let’s be sincere
Poems of Heine, Pushkin, Chenier, Mitskewicz, Beranger – no one will ever hear
On day when Poetry will die – from memories will be gone
Keats, Yeats, Blake, Kipling, Tennyson, Longfellow, Frost, Whitman, Dickinson

On day when Poetry will die, no more will people cheer
New poets daring to aspire, succeed and be remembered
It seems that joy of life that day be brutally severed
I don’t want to be around on day when Poetry will die, when art will be dismembered

On day when Poetry will die the Earth will turn to hell
The death of Poetry will mean the death of Love as well !
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*  Why loved ones break up and leave  *
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Why loved ones break up and leave
When it snows ?

And why nothing brings relief
When it goes ?

What it means to live with grief
– Someone knows ?

Will the crying send reprieve
When pain grows ?

Will the Spring revive belief
While the time still flows ?

Why world keeps on turning on and one must live
No matter what life throws ?

Its may be good that life is brief,
As it shows !

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*  Keeps complaining poetess   *
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Keeps complaining poetess
That under stress and duress
There is no life and no peace
That’s no good, my dear Miss, but where is our post police ?

Others got creative flow
Going fast or going slow
So we have poetic flood
Burying us in verbal mud

Lots of words of crying hell
From ones so hurt, they can’t get well
Loosing life’s endurance,
With no health insurance

Being heart broken and love sick
Empathy those writers seek
There is no place for joking
Tears got me choking

I myself can not complain
Except for age and mental pain
In the ass, which was once head
Where used to brain I had

Some like white bread, others rye
Joke is better than the cry
Let’s postpone the crying
Till the time of dying

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*  I spent my strength, I spent my will   *
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I spent my strength, I spent my will
To climb on top of rocky hill
The time has come of going down
There is no way around

It’s easy sliding in descent
With less efforts to the end
To my left and to my right
I could see no one in site

There is no need for glancing back
To the past – it will hurt neck
Weighing in a retrospective
Was the travel worth objective

I prefer to close my eyes
While looking forward to goodbyes,
Touching down in crash and burn
With no one for me to mourn

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*  I thought that snow melted away for good   *
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I thought that snow melted away for good, but here it comes again
Well … the winding road to Spring is quite long, it doesn’t have the fast lane
In other places Spring already has come, while where I am – not just yet
But I’ll keep the faith in season’s change – instead of being so upset

Within the reason of being just a little bit sane
There is no use to cry madly in vain
There is no use again to cry in vain and to pay an emotional toll
For the fact of the nature that the window’s view isn’t in sync with my soul

But wait a second, am I too involved into my own personal stuff?
Why readers be burdened with my feelings and pain , when they have of their own enough?
If I could teach them something what to do when life is becoming tough …
But I don’t know how to live myself – I admit being in anger and huff

So I’ll try separating my life apart from the poetry for now on
It’s no use, for the public review on line, my soul inside out to turn
Exhibition in rhymes is a shame on its own, much like as being caught undressed
The poet and stripper are two different jobs, which should not together be messed

© Copyright: Принцалександр, 2011
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