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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

Monday, 10 March 2014

Mr. Perfect

Mr. Perfect
doesn't sit with me
Mr. Perfect
doesn't drink my tea

He is so clean
never speaks with mess makers
He is so clever
never eats with troublemakers

He is so brilliant
never uses the spell checker
He is so amazing
doesn't need the calculator

He calculates in his head
who will be his friend
Rule breakers cannot spread
to his glory comprehend

Sunday, 9 March 2014

Hot drinks

I want to thank
all these hot drinks
bitter or sweet
for giving winks to my inks
for not letting pages
stay without clinks

Saturday, 8 March 2014


At the wrong time
the citizen of the Earth she became.
Oops, what the left-handedness!

Critics called her books
complete foolishness.
Oops, what the embarrassment!

The critics were
only males.
Oops, what the accident!

Now her work
is pretty famous.
Oops, what the coincidence!

My dad doesn't read books,
he read only hers.
Oops, how egregious!

Critics forgotten.
Her name in history written.
Oops, how impermissible!

Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Uncontrolled jungle

Jump into the jungle
of uncontrolled words
You are not a birthday cake
in a shape of Mickey Mouse
Smash the mold on the wall
let the art be what it was
before the humans invented locks

Enjoy this fresh beat
turn off the set heat
choose the color of the breeze
don't let others intervene
get wild and set the scene

Monday, 3 March 2014

Abandoned palace

Old roof decaying
no one afraid
of falling bricks

The furniture covered with dust
no one afraid
of asthmatic attack

Once castle
now the dance club
for ghosts

Once filled with gold
now the rats
live in the cold

He left his health
in the factory
in the foreign land

He wanted his heirs
after his death
to live in wealth

They refused to live
in the palace
in the middle of nothing

In the name of the fame
they moved to the city
to search for something

Saturday, 1 March 2014

Music is a drug

Music is a drug
the multipurpose hologram
In sadness
it is my weeping friend
In ecstasy
it takes me
to the sweetest galaxy
In fury
it is the tranquilizer
In happiness
it is the waltz of lovers
Music is a drug
I admit addiction
Today I am taking
one more injection