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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