Poetry of day

“Insomnia of love…”

*** Insomnia of love, war insomnia. Many suffering  ringing of night-time hearts, where so homeless and so priceless is the…

8 months ago

“The land of wheat fields…”

*** The land of wheat fields, the edge of the plains, children, sing — but know this: on this earth,…

9 months ago

“Time became a lump in the throat…”

*** Time became a lump in the throat, a tower, a skyscraper that grows and breaks through the unlived life,…

10 months ago

“The days of remembrance have passed…”

*** The days of remembrance have passed, May rains — tears of those on Earth, and the ashes of the…

10 months ago

“In the hallway  of unaccustomed nights…”

In the hallway  of unaccustomed nights and frank of expectation smelled alive, but none of them dared any of them …

12 months ago

THE GOTHIC FLAVOUR OF MADNESS

The long, lonely streets of time - manic and tragic  with chimes  with chimes beating in hearts, that lead  to…

1 year ago

“Prediction as prayer …”

* * * Prediction as prayer - white magic rebellion over the madness of black magic at the point of…

1 year ago

“Fraternisation…”

* * * Fraternisation of the Third Rome with the second Babylon-- Sodom and Gomorrah. It's about time. It has…

1 year ago

Hellas

Hellas of island days lost addresses and oceans of dreams deep as the faint of crucified in a hurry lilacs.…

1 year ago

“Alarmous sorrow of fogs…”

*** Alarmous sorrow of fogs hides from hellish, stranger’s eyes the museum of our waxen faces. What a pity that…

1 year ago

WAR CONTINUES

The war goes on.The war goes on.War runs.War flies.Today I rememberwith what passionin my childhoodwe used to shoot at the…

1 year ago

“Love is bitter by separation, by almonds…”

* * * Love is bitter by separation, by almonds, a ruined era, November, the splinter that sticks out in…

1 year ago

“Creator…”

* * *Creator,take me throughthe warto the shore of childhood,where so beautiful and naiveLife began,where the toy daysnot knowing tirednessin…

2 years ago

“Cyrillic script of sands in the sand clock…”

* * *Cyrillic script of sandsin the sand clockis similarto the barkhans ,dunes,ridgesand evento the tornstringsof violin,to the pain of…

2 years ago

“I dreamed of your eyes – islands…”

*** I dreamed of your eyes - islands of loneliness in the ocean of human suffering and shot at point-blank…

2 years ago

“While night declaims…”

While  night declaims, essential peacefully melts, dissolves, disappears in the cloudless air of life-giving oblivion. On the top of the…

2 years ago