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Three shirt verses on April daySonnet on a milk
White bad, white silk. The Sonnet on a milk. I love my red poppy. I love it, I hope it.
It comes in light waves, The love, which he waits for. The love, which he wants to have, The love that he can’t hide.
Red bed, red silk, The sonnet on a milk, The sonnet on a blood. The love, which I’ve got.
The love, which I found, The sky, all the down.
2008 Violets
Violets are velvet, Violets are bright, Or will be, or shall be Woman, wife or bride.
Violets are velvet, Violets are warm. I have got my mother, I have got my mom.
2007 Deceitful part
When I begin to talk to roses My prince just goes away, you know. I don’t wait for the change of poses, He doesn’t love them, not at all.
He loves to eat, to work, to love me, But difference makes us fall apart. Yes, I love roses, he does not love. Be, king, my lover, second part.
Deceitful princess now is lonely, She talks to roses every day. Those king and prince, together only Go to their fields to be away.
“Why they don’t love the story, roses?”- Asks girl and kisses other men.- “To read sonnets, to change the poses In sex and love, here is my realm”.
2007
I am
I’m French girl, While cooking French entrée and soup. I’m French girl, While kissing, while being with You.
I’m Russian, While bicycle riding in June, Through mountains and hills, Summertime, afternoon.
I’m English like England. I’m Scottish like Scotch. I’m Welsh like a flowers of Wales. I’m Finnish in Finland. In Deutschland I’m Deutsch. I’m Irish on Saint Patrick’s days.
2003
La Fleur Au revoir
Felix, bon soir, Et toi, Irene. Andre, au revoir, Au revoire, c’est rien.
Rien de ma vie. Rien de le jour. J’ai dit au revoir A mon amour. Homme
Tu es une fleur, Oui, ton visage. Le chant de couer, Beaute de l’age.
Tu es un fleur Depuis vingt ans. Tu as l’odeur Jusqu’a trente-un. Le mot
Il pleuvee... Situation... Malgre, je n’ai pas Le question Pour cette discoussion De ma vie privee.
2008
Encyclopedia Love
Well,
Don’t make things better, Don’t keep this letter.
Where do we find it?
Not in the sky place. Not on snowy time. Not in a rose fields, Not in a blue river.
Say, that was fine. Adoration is a red-red vine. It’s real. Like a “red-red rose”, Burns, I suppose...
Absolution Whether it’s fine, Or good, But I catch the mood.
So, it’s strong, Right or wrong, High or low, I don’t know.
Maybe “up”, Maybe “fall”, There is love In my soul.
Diplomacy This is the material of illusion, Soul and eyes, an evolution.
Green river- Cold shiver.
Soul is hot, Eyes are not.
But the beauty of your eyes Made the world another size.
But the beauty of your soul Made my “nothing” to my “all”.
Adoration
Beautiful music, And it’s rainy in my street.
It’s high - To come up blue Looking at you, That’s why I’m not shy.
Beautiful music, And it’s rainy in my street. Where do we find the beauty? What do we really need?
Ethics Won’t say “yes” or “no”. It will be much more… More than other measures, More than crowns and treasures.
Three shirt verses on April day *** Even if the autumn falls. Even if the winter grows. I will be the morning shine, I will be the summertime.
Just for You, I love your eyes, To the end or start of times.
*** Just a pleasure, Just a blue moment, To feel close to you, To feel boring. To sing song for you. To win glory. To play games to you, To say “sorry”.
*** Now the love is a green sea, Where the boat is his eyes, And a lee is soul, And his life is unknown. For others? Oh no, for me.
I wonder why I can’t live or die, I can’t sleep or lie Anymore.
2008 Jazz Jazz
A Woman loves it, She likes a jazz. He makes his music, Oh yes, he does.
He’s not romantic, She’s not a dream. Love was the painting: Her lips and skin.
Love is a painting In pink and white, She’s lucky lady, He’s lucky guy. The day
The day of my love Is a day of a week. It’s Sunday or Monday, A kiss or a flick.
The day of my feelings, But poems can’t talk. My feelings are crystal, The words are the fog.
Don’t leave
The airport and plains And I can’t let you go. Don’t leave me, Don’t leave me, Don’t leave me alone.
Don’t help with my baggage, Don’t tell me “good luck”, I don’t want to Saghi, I want to be back.
Don’t tell me good bye, And don’t leave me alone. I don’t want to die, I’ll stay here, at home.
Sounds
Jazz & Harmony, Sounds out. You don’t catch What I’m talking about.
Jazz is humour, Music’s fun, I don’t love you, What you have done?
Enc
I’ll never ask a question, “Roses, rose field, attention”. I’ll never ask you where Drowning, drawback, my passion.
Love is a sort of story, Color or light or dark. Maybe another poet Will make it good or bad.
My swear
If other words will fall, like rain, And if will be the other day,
I won’t say “no” to magic dreams. I won’t say “no” to private themes,
Which all the words of truth and love… I love you, tell me, where you are?
2008
Pineland FIRST I am looking at the sky It’s like same-colored eyes. I’m looking to the wind And see our stars in height.
The water and the wave Will hug my naked skin. I am catching sunny-rain Of gold September stream.
The whisper of its leaves, And clouds, gliding fast. And transparent sunbeams Grow such as our Love.
MY NORTH
My North is green, and black, And grey. And white, and blue, And as I say: It’s peace and calm. It’s height and way To Shambala or Mandalay.
MORNING
Moveless motion of a Time, Silence of the land. We are couple, you are mine, Both we understand.
When I smile – sunlight appears, When you smile – both hemispheres Seems to be like Paradise. Look into my eyes!
Mornings burnish golden sand, World like aquarelle. Lake is mirror, river’s bend, Pine-trees amber smell.
When I kiss – our hearts are growing. When you kiss – our hearts in glory. Feel like Paradise. Turquoise of the skies.
Clouds like necklace, dazzling fan Made out of a pearl. Swans are floating to the sun. Keep me, I’m your girl.
I’m your Queen, your Star, your Dear. You’re my breath and atmosphere. I’m your Paradise I’m your All, my Nice!
Our beauty is Divine. Our mind is high. Yes, we see a brilliant Line And you ask me why?
There’s no answer – only feeling. There’s no word – just our willing Live in Paradise. Our Love is wise. ***
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