QuoteReplyTopic: My Poems Posted: 21-Feb-2012 at 09:22
Gypsy with a Tambourine by Alois Hans Shram
Little bare feet are stomping Beating the ground in trance Little swarthy feet, dark like the wood of the tambourine Feet that are used to run unprotected And cover the life fire with hot ash And the rhythm is beating, beating itself Like happiness, like sun-rays on a coffin of the day Ancient rhythm, one of sacrifice and rain One of desperate embrace and pain Rhythms that don't now a stop Until you drop - On the grounds that has everything we need Bread and love, grass and forever home For everyone....
Dance! Dance is life and life is dance People throw apples in your tambourine - Apples like pink babies laughing in the sunrise - What are we but apples in the dance Of Life!
little feet beating the ground, evoking Begging, calling, the ancient, the now, The forever one - the one of the ground - Mother Eternal to all of us Dance with me, my gypsy girl of pick dawn and Orange sunrises - When we still have time Dance your time and my time and our time - Give me my tambourine Daughters of forgotten times - When we still have time! DQ
In a drunkenness of Time and drunkenness of Space The time is running through my fingers - and going for a race Liquidified and slow, but so fast on Turns And my fingers are so drunken - in self-telling run When the space is so unfolding - like a fabric bent And perception in crayons colored - runs me, runs me spent Sounds mix themselves with air - and in mounts piles Every color has a face, every sound - cries Every touch is multiplied by the hundreds - raved Thousands of flying fingers keeping time-enslaved Unto such assault on senses melting and possessed And the time is overflowing, unrelenting, knaved Waves of color - iridescent, salty, grasping, air-delved -
I have orgy in my mind, Flying On a drunken wing of sand. DQ
To All Russians Who Voted Stalin the 3rd Best Russian in 2008
Death upon the vortex, passions on the run
The sun never dries them, so they go beserk.
Swimming on the wavebacks on the human sea,
Never ever ending - will not ever Be.
Prisoners of passions ancient as the sea
Are they to be allowed themselves to foresee?
Fault of the upbringing - to collect remorse,
Not to now where to stop and repose,
Victims of the time and geographic chance,
Like some silent fishes dance themselves in trance.
Time will go and time will come, and regimes will change,
But in the spot of memory the darkest shape still blaze -
Like some shapeless Beghemot, like a titan grim,
With green coat, mustaches, hat with a red trim,
To call back to the old fame, to the order strong,
Like so many deer called to the wolf's throne,
And to tempt, to promise something simply clear -
All fishes end in the pan, in the wolf's gut ends the deer.
But, we are simply human, we all covet peace -
Gives us simple orders, we'll think we are free.
For the Liberty is wide, with no place to hide,
And you are all that you can blame for your own demise.
So, in the freedom rocking boat we're hiding from daylight -
And dreaming of security under the Prison's Guard. DQ
You are Red - and I am Blue I will make you none, freeze you I will throw out of me, I will ignore you till you weep I will shoot you, blow your brains All while you shake and rain You are biting, I am strong - Bite until you break your jaw You are Red, but I am Blue - I will freeze the sting in you!
You are pressing in a vice I am ocean drowning fast You press me - I hold you cold I can hold till time gets bald I will make you from me flee I will do you out if me! DQ
The heart doesn't have a right to sleep When the night is red-hot-deep For it's allowed only to deny But not forget, nor choose to die.
Nor have the heart the right to choose Where to set roots, or pull itself loose The heart can only carry loads of tears Without choice of having them repealed
For to endure is it's only option And only victory it can accept, no caution The heart is lonely runner in the night And to exist - its only given right. DQ
Birds and snowflakes - hanging on the air Under their weight to the ground falling And springing flowers or beasts - and emanations Of what they have in power to rule Like seeds of thoughts, and axes, and blind waves...
Words - pieces of shattered minds, and puzzle-pieces Pieces of hands, and light of staring eyes Rays of moons, and stars, and hits in unprotected faces, Chunks of caresses, and bits of lumpy ice Bits of fires, and hot ashes particles, And salty crust on the rum of burning brains, Feathers and dust, and wings of butterflies - And sounds of battle, death and life of men...
Words fighting, killing, dying, kissing, making love and death and ends and presents, Words flying, are alive, and breathing smoke and dust. Words - stones and seeds - and clumps of star-born lust. Words flying in the air and in minds - Unsettled pieces of forgotten pasts - Words.... flying castles, sinking feathers ... We are mortal, but they live forever. DQ
... All over the Balkans, where wild winds blow,
Lay upon layer, blow upon blow,
Graves upon cradles there Death had sown,
Leave my longsuffering Balkans alone!
Torn upon tear, anger and pain,
Far all that was gives and taken away,
Scar upon wound, burning and raw,
Leave my longsuffering Balkans alone!
Blood and orgasm, fate fallen upon,
If you live there you are all torn,
Beauty and torture melting in woe,
Live my longsuffering Balkans alone!
There the soil is soaked in emotion,
Forgotten oaths, allegiance-commotion,
Centuries sowed the seeds of discord,
Leave my longsuffering Balkans alone!
DQ
Dreams are liquid - Liquid liquor making us Drunk and Light When we are drunk of Dreams and Flight, Nectar of Flowers and smell of Roses And kisses - laying down dyzzy-dozzy... The Dreams we Dream! The colors, shapes and charms The pull they have upon those souls of ours Dreams - flowing, radiant iridescent Freed from a chaining image corpulescent
Dreams - liquid drops of happiness expected Through my fingers run - my skin caressing Dreams - beauties, muses, seeds of music phrases Dreams - spilled water from gold fountain-faces Dreams - heady wine and drunkenness divine They never stop - until time us redefine -
Waves of Oceans and of Sandy Grains Are not as many as the Dreams that Rain From the existence of one Human brain. DQ
The death of love is not the act of hate - The Hate is red, another name for passion, Another name for love, for nights' Abandon Another Spasm and another Khasm,
Another Fight, another Sword to cut, Another time, Another Memory to gut Another Moment and another Era Another time when love of you is near.
The death of Love is plain, and white, and leveled on a spot, The death of Love is an Indifference and Lack of thought And Sand that never can beget no thing alive, The death of Love is no Erase and to Begin alight.
So I forgive you all the lies and crimes, And all that was undone and in demise - So I forgive you, and in the blue mist I throw away your trespasses I list.
And let the Death come and lick away, erase The shadows in the sand that we did raise. And let the lack of memory swipe you - drop of dew - And Father Time gulp away your last you. DQ
Life - Radiant and Rapacious, Reclaiming the Remains of the wRecks you Rake With No Remorse, Recessional and Reckoning - Recoining Recollection Ravaging and Reminiscent - No Reconciliation - but Rambunctious Randomization - Only Rabid Race, Red and Raining - a Ragged Raft, Railing on Rainbows -
Rate me "R", along the Range of my Radius, with the Rage of Recoiling Red Ravens While I scReam with a Recomposing Rationale - Raw and Rowing, Regenerate my Refusal, Relayed and Registered by the wRath of my oRb - oRgiastic un-Relaxation, Released and Reigning Renascent Removal -
aRRRRRRRRRR - Remotion Reminiscent of biRd wings - Remex - Retie me to it Roar - with the Reluminous Rave - there is no Remedy oR Remission - Rate me "R" for RemembRance - and buRn the RemaindeRs - No Repleading - Ratify me foR Repercussions - the only Repraisal is the Requiem.
Life - Rated "R" - Rate me "R" - bRake me a Bar - this is my only Request - Reprobation of the Reprobate peRson - RessuRRection of the Restless and Responding toRn like shiRt on a baRe bReast - Revealing the Return of the RetRoflexion - for a Retrograde - Life - Rated "R" - Rate me "R". DQ
I told you not to fall for me - I made you even promise - If you don't know how promises to keep - and weep - You have only yourself to blame - again. For I'm River, not a pool - and Wind - not a fan - I'm Ocean and Mountain, not a swamp or a hill - And you cannot have the River in your glass The Mountain on your plate, the Ocean in your cup Cannot make yourself a jacket from the Wind.
So don't stretch your hands towards me - In every harbor there is one man to wait on me - One who didn't keep his promise - just like you. Don't want me to pity you - I'm not a blanket from the cold, All your cries are cackling of chickens to my ears All your threats of suicide - a mosquito's buzz.
My eyes live on the horizon, not in the wardrobe - Keep your knife away, Less I accept it in my back and make it a part of me. I'm harborless - Because my harbors are occupied by the waiting for me - So I never stop there. The more you cry, the more I despise you - I'm not a toy, for me the baby boys to cry. My Ship passes all Harbors - and be it so. DQ
Thank you, Drusin! I highly appreciate your feedback, and I missed it the last 2 weeks, so now I'm basking in it.
I actually plan to try a publication this summer when I go to Bulgaria - a mixed Bulgarian-English poetry book - /I can write on one or the other language, but I cannot translate the poems from one to the other language - because the logic and the expressing methods are so different/ - because I want to give books with my work to my relatives and friends, most of them don't have computers and whoever has cannot afford a day-long net connection, so having my work in a book would work for them better.
As for publishing in the US - well, I think that posting them here of AE is a publication, probably more people would read them here that would buy a book with them. I really enjoy posting my poems here, finding relevant pictures and all, it feels like a complete art project, every poem for itself.
The night is dark and I am caught By rain and snow, my hands in knot My heart is stone, my nerves are roped - Blind roped, and there is no stop!
My hand are run, my no is yes My skin is turn, and burns my bed My time is now, my time goes run - I run! And there is no turn!
My nails are tongues, swimming in your skin My eye are closed, my mind is near - My time is now, my near is burning - Don't stop - for there is no turning.
The then is now, he now is touch - The rain is crying - and tears smudge My life and past, now now and then - My presence, pleasure, and my pain -
My now is burning, my then is turning - My life is brought to non-deserving - My now is now, my time is you - My touch is blind, and so are you
Be blind for me, be blind a spell - And make my time to go Derailed My mind in sparks, my eyes are dark - My time is ebbing, in your hands. DQ
Forest fire - red and bright Forest fire feels no right Forest fire blazes open Uncontainable and sodden Steeped in tongues of orange touch One too Soon, and two too Much Three too Late, and four too Deep Five and six will be Lit.
Steps on tiptoes and velvet heel Cuddling in the grassy lilt Swinging, swaying, sliding, laying, Forest fire in sundown Brazing barefoot till down, Dressed in red and naked skin Gliding in the pale therein - Forest fire on the run...
Hide from somebody like her on a moonlit night in the forest? I'd be a damn fool. And I may or may not be damned....jury's still out...but I aint a fool. Besides those there gals like the strong.. in your face warrior types..especially the gnarled and grizzly type.
They value that experience.
"Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence"
S. T. Friedman
Pilger's law: 'If it's been officially denied, then it's probably true'
All night last night Wind was guest on mine - Wind with long fingers and breath nign Wind with words expressed in half a beat Wind under my skin and on my eyelids
Wind on soles and ankles and my calves So climbing up and spinning in inside Wind and I were in entangled knot Wind and I - and all the time was shot.
Wind like ice, and like a hurricane, Wind is talking all the same refrain Wind is nothing if not unrestrained Wind is one sublime blind mind to take. DQ
Drum is thumping in the dark - like wild blood in temples, Unrestricted unrestrained - beating unsurendered Pool of anger, string of madness, pain that will not rest, Drum is beating in the night - as the time progresses.
Steps in circles, runs in spiral - for there is no out - Beating, running and repeating - and the rhythm abounds Like a spasm in a chasm that will not end Like a bird with open eyes - but without wings.
Folded legs - for jump and fall, all the things that follow - For the time cannot be rested - and the jump has to be tested - Every day and every minute, every run and thrust - For one thing that lives forever is the endless thirst. DQ
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