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…

5 days ago

“The land of wheat fields…”

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

4 weeks 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,…

1 month 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…

2 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 …

3 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…

4 months ago

“Prediction as prayer …”

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

4 months ago

“Fraternisation…”

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

4 months ago

Hellas

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

5 months 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…

6 months 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…

8 months 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…

9 months ago

“Creator…”

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

1 year 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…

1 year 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…

1 year 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…

1 year ago