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

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

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

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

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

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

The Cemetery café

He is a madman

so sure he is sane

He sprints every day

everywhere

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

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 http://poetrybyjeniann.wordpress.com/

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

4.Stubborn

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 http://poetrybyjeniann.wordpress.com/ 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.
   

2. 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
   
3. 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.
   
4. 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.
   
   
5. Favorite drink on a Friday night? 
   
   
   Nice cup of tea. :)
   
   
6. 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.
   
7. Name three words that describe your personality. 
   
   
   Stubborn, quite outside, wild inside.
   
8.  Home-cooked meal or take-out? 
   
   
   Home cooked definitely. 
   
   
9. When was the last time you blogged and what was the topic? 
   
   
   I blogged yesterday, it was a poem, as always. :)
   
10. What do you think the key is to happiness? 
    
    
    Enjoy little things, as a nice cup of tea. :)
    
11. 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?

 I NOMINATED THE FOLLOWING BLOGS FOR THE LIEBSTER AWARD!!


http://mylifemywordsmypoetry.blogspot.com/

http://loredana-donovan.blogspot.com/

http://stgreenie.blogspot.com/

http://1sendingsignals.blogspot.com/

http://a-furious-child0.blogspot.com/

http://bluecorny.blogspot.com/

http://www.rogersworks.blogspot.co.uk/

http://nudelight.blogspot.com/

http://jangidpurshottam.blogspot.com/

http://pramitghosh.blogspot.com/

Lazy day

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

Snail waiter
walking
Music his rhythm
absorbing

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

Let him bring
whatever
It's too hard
to speak

It's already
the sunset
our skin hurts

Tomorrow
after rest
we will put
some yogurt

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

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

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

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

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