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Wednesday, 31 December 2014

Medicines for life

Today I want
to die in my sleep
Instead I am
washing my face
My legs are shaking
but I am putting
on my clothes
and walking
There is
a mountain calling
Come, Kristy come
My trails
are medicines
for your life

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

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Happy Holidays! :)

Tuesday, 23 December 2014


Earlier my body
was machine
with programs
for flying
for jumping
for fighting

Now my
machine parts
are rusty
and my programs

My soul is
not machine
but it's still
It knows
how to fly
how to jump
how to fight

Tuesday, 16 December 2014


For many she is
just one more
newspaper's face
but for them
she is every rustle
every trail

They look for her
in every apartment
in every corner
of streets and squares

Sometimes some haircut
awakens their hope
that it's hers
but every time
an owner of haircut
looks at them confused

Sometimes they
get wind of how
only what is left
of the majority
of missing people
are their bones
but they still believe
that their beloved
with an angel's smile
couldn't die

And they
live forgetting
their lives
and they
look for her
and look for
and look for...

Wednesday, 10 December 2014

The wind has lost his mind

The wind has lost his mind
He is desperately howling
as if he knows my feelings

The wind has lost his mind
His thoughts are frozen
as if he knows you died

The wind has lost his mind
He is breaking glass and trees
as if he is mad at death

I have lost my mind
I hear your voice
I see your smile
as if you are alive

Wednesday, 3 December 2014

Natural colors

I have a right
to show my face
without chemicals
and to keep all
my body hair
I have a right
not to cut my curves
nor to fill them
nor my wrinkles
I have a right to love
more than the plastic
my skin which
absorbs and breaths
I am a woman
with natural colors
without heels
I am married
to freedom
I was born with
all decorations
I need

Thursday, 27 November 2014

Who am I?

Some say
You look so harsh
as if you would kill
if your eyes were guns

Others say
Your eyes are gentle
as a baby's smile
If goodness would
produce the food
you would feed us

None of them is right
I am not a devil nor a saint
and all of them are right
I am both a devil and a saint

Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Coffee with poetry muse

Today again
as every morning
I invited for a coffee
the poetry muse
and these were
her last words

Your street sounds
as thousands chainsaws
For my hearing
that could be ruinous
I need my ears
so that the poets
could write about
the birds and the crickets
the wind and the cascades
I would be grateful
if you would never
invite me again

Now I sit with tears
my loyal companions
and I dream again
about my garden

Thursday, 20 November 2014

Extinguished love

Love extinguished as dinosaurs
Morning heavy as a bag of cement
No return to chocolate swimming pool
Our favorite sweets are now bitter
Post offices are closed for our letters
Quiet meadow has lost its peace
Resting is nothing without his kiss
Singing sounds as a dentist’s drill
Take my hand the lord of hell
Underground maybe I could forget

Monday, 17 November 2014


In my head
no spheres
no squares
no triangles

My head
the movie trailer
mixing scenes
the audience

My head
as the toys
in my old
carton box

Wednesday, 12 November 2014


Where are the justice tigers?
Where are the freedom panthers?
Good morning featherless chickens!

You have to let your boss
to rip out your feathers
You have to feed your children

You feed your children
with seeds for stomach
What about spiritual seeds?

Don't fool yourself
The descendants of bald chickens
will also become featherless

Monday, 10 November 2014


I like to be
a producer
of the glow
of your hope
but this time
with such demand
I cannot cope

Saturday, 8 November 2014

From stones to velvet

The fire swallowed the furniture
our warm friendly nests
It swallowed the family albums
the books and the love letters

We didn't have the resources
to repair our home
We thought our purpose
was forever lost

Then appeared some people
to whom we barely said hi
They repaired not only our house
but also the lost trust
that those souls still exist
who can turn for us
prickly stones into velvet

Friday, 7 November 2014

My first e-book

For my 100th post, instead of a poem, I want to announce that I have self published my first e-book called "The Poems Choose Me".

Big thanks to my editor Fred Robel and to my cover designer Iva Mandić! :) I also want to thank you dear readers of my blog, and to all members of poetry communities on Google+. You are my big inspiration. :)

Here are links where you can buy it:

I hope this book is not my last. Thanks for reading! See you soon with new poems. :)

Tuesday, 4 November 2014

No one

One chair
and the air
Her lips curved
on the wrong side
To make her smile
there is no one

Cold drink
and one glass
To toast with her
there is no one

Blue skin
and the draft
There is no one
to warm her arms

Sunday, 2 November 2014

False colors

All your
holy goodness
The vases
with artificial
You fooled
many others
with your
false colors
but not me

Friday, 31 October 2014

Online help

I am in trouble
but thank God
that I still
have Wi-Fi

Let's see
what Google says
what to do
in the case of flood

Please call
nine one one
It's too late
for online help

Dear monkey
the next time
before the surfing
turn off the tap

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

In the original

You look at me
in the original
made in one day
in my mother's
moment of madness

Maybe you want
longer my legs
shorter my nose
Maybe you like
the silicones

I like myself
multicolored as I am
By a silly dreamy poet
I am a brave poem

Friday, 24 October 2014

I died

Ten mails
I forgot to send
I died

With the black cat
I crossed the street
I died

The meal I ate
poisonous for the heart
I died

The storm from hell
attacked my town
I died

After the end of the world
in two thousand twelve
I still feel alive

I am the proof
undeniable and clear
of afterlife

Monday, 20 October 2014

The soul not sold

Look at me
So stupid
The soul not sold

Look at my shoes
The objects of pity
The cheap means of transport

Look at my status
The laughingstock
The party for ruthless

Look at my resume
The fine sand
in the broken bag

I have nothing
I have all
The soul not sold

Thursday, 16 October 2014

No guests

Today my phone
is drunk
My locks
are jammed
My windows
are deaf
Today my day
needs no guests
Today I need
a silence
to hear the stories
of my heart
to wipe the tears
if it cries

Monday, 13 October 2014

The peaceful protest

We walk through
the eerie silence
and unsmiling streets
since the Depression
became a new sheriff

Let's become
the outlaws my love
Around my waist
put your arm

Let's dance till
the every citizen
join this peaceful protest
and till the Joy again
becomes our leader

Thursday, 9 October 2014

Cold hearts

Compared to their hearts
the icebergs are warm
When I meet them
in the middle of the summer
I have to wear a coat

Don't cry in front of them
Don't shake hands with them
They want your tears eternal
and your hands immobile

It's hard to find a softener
for softening those hearts
as from the finished meal
is hard to extract salt

Tuesday, 7 October 2014

In a dream

In a dream
I had a headache
because you left me
The loneliness became
my only friend

In a dream
I was weak
and I surrendered
My only lover
became the grief

When I woke up
except the headache
nothing was real

Thursday, 2 October 2014

I also want the keys

I also want the keys
after the wind freezes
the fingers and the nose
to open the home door
to sit by the stove
to make some tea

I also want the fridge
when I am hungry
to take some cheese
I also want a pot
to make some soup
when I am cold

I also want the eyes
to look at me with love
I also want a double bed
warm on the both sides

Monday, 29 September 2014

The critical moment

Just a little after
the start of the race
I want to lie down
on the wet grass

Despite the desire
for this race to stop
I say to my muscles
run, run, run

After I pass
the critical moment
the pain will abate
the fog will disperse
Instead of the distant
graceless finish line
I will see the soft lawn

Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Beautiful guest

When you
to my town
came unexpected
such a confusion
you created

The car wheels
were stuck
Noisy people
in houses trapped

Never before
these streets
were so quiet
I remember you
I wait for you
with desire

Long I will wait
and I understand
my cool friend
This hot soil
is not good
for your health

When you come again
as mad I will shout
Welcome beautiful guest
Snow I love you

Monday, 22 September 2014

Just a little poison

There is nothing bad
in showing your thorns
my friend
Don't be afraid
You will never
become like them

You are a loving
tender plant
Just a little poison
you could implant
Just to show that
no one can
tread on your stem

Thursday, 18 September 2014

The course backward

Visitor from distant planet
Better don't approach
This world is chaotic
The humans are toxic

Before you lose your mind
Before the misery you find
Before you are trapped
Set the course backward

Monday, 15 September 2014

Memories of you

These long years
since you are dead
every smell of the homemade bread
every old stove crackling
every old clock ticking
every kind woman with kerchief
every in love strong belief
every laugh with tears
every sunny moment in these years
reminds me of you my granny

Thursday, 11 September 2014

Strangely quiet

In the place of my return
something is not right
I remember cherry trees
the voices and the laughs
and a tempting smell
of the Bosnian pie
Now I can’t see
a single cherry tree
and it’s strangely quiet

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

The heroes go on

The heroes are terrified
to walk the night woods
The heroes go on

The heroes have in the ear
the distracting devil
The heroes go on

The heroes are aware
they are outnumbered
The heroes go on

The heroes sail the boat
whose name is Loneliness
The heroes go on

The heroes are accompanied
by open wounds and broken ribs
The heroes go on

The heroes know how it is
to climb and fall
and fall and climb
and fall again
The heroes go on

Monday, 1 September 2014

One legged dancer

She wanted to
become a ballerina
but she had no leg

She cried many nights
but one day
she started to jump
on the one she had

One day the jumping
became the dance
She won the hearts
of many viewers

Now again
she cries many nights
but those tears
happily shine

Monday, 11 August 2014

Poetry on vacation

Sweated my shirt
Swollen my legs
Working hours
The marathon trails

I miss my couch
books and tea
I miss in the mirror
to see the glee

But my poetry
she is on vacation
taking selfies
by the Pacific Ocean

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

A right to it

I am already old
My skin is the bark
My teeth are phantoms
My hair is the pile of straw
My breasts are snowdrops

I still want to feel
on my neck the soft lips
I still want to heat
my lover's sexy feet
Don't I have a right to it?

Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Your healing salt

With your fresh touch
cool my overheated skin
Your extra healing fragrance
pass trough my sinuses
Calm me with your blue
billion smiling lips
With your friendly song
pamper my ears
Your super tasty salt
share with me
You super gorgeous
Adriatic Sea

Thursday, 3 July 2014

Balcony and garden

My balcony
smells of gasoline
My ears hurt
of ruthless machines
Every day
I dream about
jasmine flavored tea
in my own garden
under the shade
of the cherry tree

Friday, 27 June 2014

The curtain of perfection

These words
are not stars
who never die
These words
are not beings
who never sin
These words are
apples with worms
These words are
stains with uniforms
To write
perfect verses
I don't have
because you will
never see me
if I hide
behind the curtain
of perfection

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

Two trucks

In my dream
I saw two trucks
One was
spooky and black
Another was
polished and golden

I heard people
calling from
the golden truck
to come there
for tea and cake

I heard people
calling from
the black truck
to come there
for water and talk

The delicious cake
would be perfect
I thought and entered
into the golden truck

There was no
cake inside
just people in white
who decided
me to kidnap

People in gray
from the black truck
came to save me
quickly and bravely

When I woke up
I was sure
the dream had
something to tell me

Sunday, 22 June 2014

The conversation

I took a walk
and I saw someone
No three heads
No two noses
No six legs
Looked as
the ordinary man
He said hi
I said hi
We talked
for a while
Later I got
the objection
How could I
start the conversation
when he was
the resident of the
psychiatric institution

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

We are tornado

We are
tornado now
frightful, fearless
Do you hear
that cracking
We are
blowing away
dictators, prisons
ropes and chains
They are falling
on the ground
and breaking
Always when
the oppressed are
quiet too long
that should
frighten to death
the oppressors

Monday, 16 June 2014

Dear leaf

Dear tree leaf
All my life
they are telling me
My dreams are impossible
I am worthless utopian
Only one percent succeeds
and there is no way
it could be me
I am telling this
to you my leaf
because I have
never heard a leaf
to insult, to discourage
to accuse, to ridicule
Thanks for your kindness
my dearest leaf
When my dreams
come true
I won't forget
how you listened
with love and patience

Friday, 13 June 2014

We have no life

If it weren't for
the queen's newborn child
we would have
nothing to smile for
We have no life

If it weren't for
favorite football team
who won the match
we would have
nothing to celebrate
We have no life

If it weren't for
a TV show about
the wealth of a rock star
we would have
nothing to admire
We have no life

We have no life
so we peek
into the life of others
so we could ourselves cover
just for a while
with the false nectar

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Earth's enemies

Earth is afraid
Her enemies live on her
Earth is confused
If she dies
her enemies die with her

In a Planetish language
she asks her friends
Why they cause me
such a pain?
What they do to me
can you check?

With anger other
planets answer
Your humans are
fools and pests

A thing called money
they invented
To destroy your
heart and lungs
they are ready
to get it

They forgot if your
organs cease to exist
Their breath and
their heart beats
forever will vanish

Sunday, 8 June 2014

Our last coffee

She wasn't here for days
and I was happy to see her face
In a few minutes, the premium coffee
I prepared, for hours of talk, I thought

She finished the coffee in a gulp
and after few words said goodbye
My lips stayed with each other glued
She left me completely confused

Not long from her visit
quiet voice said on the phone
With the life's lashings
she could no longer cope
By the well they found her shoes
and inside of it her corpse

When our last coffee I remember
my body sweats and trembles
Her freezing black thoughts
why couldn't I hear?

Why couldn't my lips
produce magical tones?
Tones that would make her stay
Tones for returning hopes

Saturday, 7 June 2014

Silly tune

Drunk man holding big glass
Expensive vase touching fat arm
Thin pianist playing famous tune
Small boy hitting ugly balloon

Thursday, 5 June 2014

The lady and a purse

Relaxed she is sitting on the bench
Her leather purse is wide open
to the eyes exposed her wallet
Suddenly, she is raising her head
her eyes are expanding anxiously
she is noticing me in a tracksuit
unmarked, unfashionable, decrepit
She is closing her purse, and
embracing it as unprotected child
Dear lady, if I were a thief
as a professional I would steal
with a halo and the white wings

Monday, 2 June 2014

A silly girl

I was a silly girl
I thought as a grown up
with a few words
I will change the world

I thought I will
explain by giving speech
why it is good to be good
and that every hater
will ruin their weapon

Now I laugh as a pickle
Many dreamers before me
held their speeches
for love and peace
but their words touched
only the ears of those
who were peaceful before

Tuesday, 27 May 2014

My garden of roses

Six seconds ago
I saw your smile
I forgot the neck pain
and the noisy places
I forgot the traffic jam
and the gloomy faces
I forgot how insane
is racing of the masses

I adore your smile
cleaner of my lungs
my garden of roses
my peaceful oasis

Saturday, 24 May 2014

The role in a tragedy

Everyone has
their role
in a tragedy

Good people giving
what they have
to help

The thieves doing
what they can
to steal

The politicians wearing
their best lies
to impress

Thursday, 22 May 2014

So, keep calm

Keep calm
the boxing bag
so that I
can keep hitting

Keep calm
the money safe
so that I
can keep robbing

Keep calm
the orange peel
so that I
can keep squeezing

Keep calm the prey
between my teeth
so that I
can keep killing

So, keep calm
so that we
people with no heart
can split you apart

Sunday, 18 May 2014

The junk

We live in the time
when things are people
and people are junk

Few million times
I was called the junk
for not being the machine
for not knowing to act

Friday, 16 May 2014

Strawberries with cream

Your words are
non-swimmer in the river
pieces of paper in the storm
cubes of ice in the stove

I am childish, but still
I am not so foolish
If your actions nothing show
your declaration of love
is the broken arrow

Be my umbrella in the rain
my lifeguard at the lake
Be my jacket in the snow
in the summer my shadow

That you love me I will know
when with actions you show
you are strawberries with cream
not the cheap, bitter drink

Wednesday, 14 May 2014

The master's fingers

The master's fingers ran
He didn't see us
He didn't see anyone
He melted with his guitar

He and his guitar were one
As a stem and petals
As a book and words
As a face and wrinkles

His notes beat exactly
As knocked his heart
As ran our blood
As our feet clapped

We will build a monument
To him and to his guitar
In a desert if needed
Because his flamenco
Our souls heated

Sunday, 11 May 2014


He sprinted
without looking
in any direction
but right ahead
When he finally came
he realized
he wasn’t even late

Friday, 9 May 2014

The sad city tree

The city tree sobs
dreams the impossible dream
of getting the legs
escaping into the forest

The city tree hates
the stinky rancid asphalt
the dirty scratchy buses
the noisy old cars

The city tree likes
singing of the sparrow
whispers of the breeze
greetings of the rainbow

The city tree's dream
sinks in the dirt
I think about tree
My vulnerable heart hurts

Tuesday, 6 May 2014

The mines monuments

Once the children
in those gardens played
Once the adults
planted trees on those lands

Now the holes of gunshots
are covering the homes
Now the only inhabitants
are sadly crawling worms

All that is left today
are the mines monuments
All that today is left
is the monstrous remembrance

Sunday, 4 May 2014

The life verification

If you want
to get your pension
first please bring
the life verification!

I speak to you
I wave my hands
Do you really need
more evidence?

If you ask me
you are a liar
unless you show me
the stamp and the signature!

The office is far
I am old without a car
Can I somehow
gain your trust?

You could be ghost
angel or devil
you are not real
without the paper!

Friday, 2 May 2014

The secrets of life

She used to sell her paintings
on a wooden bench
As a swan looks at his mate
the tourists looked at them

Her people were lifeful
her natural disasters frightful
her lands peaceful
her waters calmful

Her name was then unknown
the price of masterpieces low
One day she came home
possessed by anger and alcohol

She called her painting
The secrets of life
The moment of madness
made her famous

No one will ever know
In the minutes of wildness
to punish the canvas
she followed the desire

Thursday, 1 May 2014


How delicious
to explore the ocean
& embrace a star
to kiss eternity
& dance like wild

Tuesday, 29 April 2014

When you loved me

Romeo and Juliet
loved each other
as you loved me that winter
when my smile was bright
my voice soft
and firm my spine
Then appeared the monster
I bent my spine
my smile fell asleep
and my voice became rough
You saw me as am I
and stopped loving me
Fast disappeared our
winter's tale

Saturday, 26 April 2014

The infernal eagle

The infernal eagle
ready to attack
with a devil's scream
trying to terrify

Dear eagle
send the message to the hell
in my life
I have met enough pests

Foolish eagle
you are on a dangerous quest
Better for you to retreat
before the volcano erupts
from this chest

Tell to your lord
his hell is the kindergarten
compared to the terror
I will send
if he touches my nest

The frightened eagle
ready to retreat
with coward's scream
trying to leave

Thursday, 24 April 2014

The pen, the cup and the blanket

The yellow plastic pen
with a blue cap
dancing over the paper
leaving creative trails
connecting disassembled
parts of me
after exhausting day

The ceramic cup of tea
Three brown puppies
watching from it
It seems they are
begging for smile
my hanging tired lips
From the cup's core
evaporating fragrant steam
This friendly cup
is warming my
hands, throat and soul

The simple orange blanket
covering gently my legs
like it is saying to them
have rest my friends
if there is no love
on this planet
you have me

Wednesday, 23 April 2014

When we are tired

With red plastic wings
blue pig flies
when she is tired
she lands on the sky

Multicolored bananas
sing all night
when they are tired
they jump without sound

Crying chair delivers
a motivational speech
when she is tired
she runs on the beach

Chocolate spaceship transports
the coffee with milk
when he is tired
he becomes the silk

When I am tired
I fly as the superman
my cloak is huge
bigger than the universe

Sunday, 20 April 2014

A noisy queen

Poetry is a noisy queen
Oh, almighty gods
How she likes to speak

She praises, she offends
She screams, she whispers
She comforts, she complains

When she doesn't speak
She laughs, she cries
She weeps, she smiles

Or she drinks too much
Or she is naturally nuts
Or she likes annoying us

She is our queen
we must obey
if we really want
to keep our heads

Thursday, 17 April 2014

The boxer

The boxer walking to the arena
everyone fears her
she will conquer the world

The boxer walking from the arena
she kisses the poor
gives them shelter and food
No one fears her

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

The Cemetery café

He is a madman
so sure he is sane
He sprints every day
Sit here with me I say
Sorry my dear he answers
No time today for friends
Every time he says
the same
One more car
he needs to buy
and the house
for his third child
One day
when the basket of wealth
is big enough
he will slow to relax
I say
dear friend
see you later
in The Cemetery café

Sunday, 13 April 2014

Liebster award

The Liebster Award is given in recognition to new blogs. And a huge thank you goes to Jeniann Bowers at Poetry by Jeniann

About The Liebster Award from We Loved Here
I was looking to learn more about The Liebster Awards and the way they put it was simple so here’s what is says: “The Liebster Award is given to up and coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. So, what is a Liebster?  The meaning: Liebster is German and means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome. Isn’t that sweet? Blogging is about building a community and it’s a great way to connect with other bloggers and help spread the word about newer bloggers/blogs.”
Here are the Rules:
Link back and thank the blogger who nominated you in your post.
List 11 facts about yourself.
Answer the 11 questions asked by the blogger who nominated you.
Pick 5-10 new bloggers (must have less than 200 followers) to nominate and ask them 11 new questions. Do not renominate the blogger that nominated you.
Go to each new blogger’s site and inform them of their nomination

11 Facts about me

1. Hypersensitive 
2. Fighter
3. Introverted
5. Over good job and money I choose honor 
6. I am not good at cleaning, but I am good in making mess, but don't tell anyone :)
7. I have only a few good friends, but I like spending time with them
8. I like spending time with my family
9. I prefer writing over talking
10. I enjoy drinking tea, or coffee with milk
11. I don't like advices if I haven't ask for them

Questions that Jeniann Bowers at asked me

  1. Name three secrets that you never told anyone. 

    I don't remember such secrets, when I tried to keep secrets, people soon found out about that, especially my family. I am not good at keeping secrets. My biggest secret is this blog, and even for it know my close friends and the closest family.
  1. If you won the lottery, what would be the first thing you would do? 

    First I would split the money with my parents and my mother in low
  2. Looking over the last ten years, what is one goal you have achieved and one that you have not achieved? 

    I learned two new languages. I couldn't find permanent job.
  3. What are your plans for retirement?  And will you travel, if so where and why? 

    If I won't be able to travel as still young, I will travel in retirement, I wish to go to Egypt to see the pyramids. If I will travel earlier, in retirement I will buy little house in the village, read books, and enjoy in the nature.

  4. Favorite drink on a Friday night? 

    Nice cup of tea. :)

  5. What do you think the secret is to a good marriage or relationship with a significant other is? 

    Secret is to accept the other person as she/he is.
  6. Name three words that describe your personality. 

    Stubborn, quite outside, wild inside.
  7.  Home-cooked meal or take-out? 

    Home cooked definitely. 

  8. When was the last time you blogged and what was the topic? 

    I blogged yesterday, it was a poem, as always. :)
  9. What do you think the key is to happiness? 

    Enjoy little things, as a nice cup of tea. :)
  10. Who is your favorite poet and why?

    My favorite poet is Dobriša Cesarić. His poetry is so original, but yet, so easy to understand, his words flow easily. 

    My Questions for My Nominees

    1. Say something about yourself, whatever you want. :)
    2. What is your favorite food?
    3. What is your favorite drink?
    4. Who is your favorite poet?
    5. Who is your favorite novelist?
    6. What do you like the most?
    7. What do you hate the most?
    8. What is your favorite movie?
    9. Who is your favorite singer?
    10. What is your favorite proverb?
    11. What is your the most hated proverb?

Lazy day

With deck chairs
in symbiosis
Sun is burning
the skin
Lazy to put
the sunscreen

Snail waiter
Music his rhythm

Snail waiter
what do you
We say
would like
to add
the milk

Let him bring
It's too hard
to speak

It's already
the sunset
our skin hurts

after rest
we will put
some yogurt

Thursday, 10 April 2014

I missed to see your nose

While we walked
along the shore
I missed to see
your lying nose

You managed
this fool to seduce
with a cup
of strawberry mousse

Next time
I won't be a goose
Sight on such a nose
I won't lose

Monday, 7 April 2014

Reflection in the lake

She was a quiet girl
never wanted to do harm
and just because of that
they were to her extremely harsh

Her shoes flew
to the school yard
Her blue uniform
sank in the mud

I heard that children
are specially kind
Then tell me why
they twitched her hair
and knocked her down
from the chair

Maybe we are guilty
for bad things they make
Maybe they are our
reflection in the lake

Sunday, 6 April 2014

Less than a half

Last coin disappearing
with a glass of red wine
We mix cry and laugh
What of the hope is left
is far less than a half

Saturday, 5 April 2014

Dragon, don't be afraid of wolves

Stop fearing of wolves
when you are a dragon
You are your only boss
Why you crawl
before the false?

You have your wings
for constant travel
not to sink
below any level

Raise your wings
and spread the fire
but not to
humiliate the others

Proudly show
your every muscle
and say to wolves
I am my own master

Thursday, 3 April 2014

The echo

I hear your screams
and I respond
My heart sings
with you in the choir

You died three years
before I was born
but still your echo
rings from the horn

I was a small ball
in a womb
but I heard how you teach
making a verse from a groan

               To Croatian poet Dobriša Cesarić

Monday, 31 March 2014

You could be

You could be born
where you cannot
choose the school

You could be the one
who sleeps on an asphalt
and shivers in the storm

You could have parents
who take drugs
and don't give you the hugs

You could live in a country
with terrorist government
and probably you do

You could be born
where women cannot speak
and must always be weak

You could live on a planet
where you will be burned
for having on the cheek a dot

Think what you could be
before you hear the beggar
knocking on the door

Saturday, 29 March 2014

Stress protection

When you are tired
of your working place
close your eyes
in a pause
Imagine everyone
is going to the circus
Your boss is wearing
a nose of a clown
and our colleagues
shiny acrobats' costumes
Clients are going likewise
someone has to watch
the performance
Kiss the infinity
of the imagination
do it regularly
for stress protection

Wednesday, 26 March 2014

A woman by the street

A woman taking a blood bath
by her broken leg
A traveler passing by
deaf to hear her noisy beg

Only visible problem is his
Only his road important is

A woman by the street
forever gone
not of the broken bone

No one heard
the SOS call
Hunger produced in the stomach
the lethal hole

Friday, 21 March 2014


With a headache
one can not cogitate
and their work
bring on a plate

Dear headache
go away
I prefer not to
be your mate

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Turn them back

The blades of grass
showing their sorrow
by painting their bodies
into the yellow

Shields of houses
Voices of people and animals

Multicolored sky
laments their absence too
All my being
in agony screams

Insolent lord of death
I demand
turn my grandparents back

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Poets talk about time

Clever poets gathered
to talk about time
all works presented
only missing mine

Till I get inspired
will vanish the time
the poets will agree
to punish me for the crime
I will invent
the alien abduction
only to prevent
the cruelest castigation