Three shirt verses on April day

Sonnet 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

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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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