New poems

I took the curses, so what?
I am on map a greasy dot.
I some remember, some forgot.
I was too clever, all I thought.
Bewailed I virgin of my wives
While did I save their lives.
In what believed I, what’s my credo?
To be a no-desperado.
What is my enemy, my foe?
It’s human distress, human woe.
I step on death, right on the toe.
I toiled land and did all hoe.
To save some deer and some doe.
You should wake up, the cock did crow.

* * *

My girls do worry every day.
I might have turned a gay.
For that they think of stories
Of their treason, such follies.
Also they make me jealous,
For them and me not t’ be in loss.
I always am as stronger as do suffer,
And they do produce the laughter,
Because all lorry and all truck
Does bring them happiness and luck.

* * *

What is illusion? What’s the truth?
And, I am husband whose?
Do all my girls keep faith,
Immaculate, t’ produce new race
Of those who are born again.
It seems to me I am insane.
Or whether they do just spare
Me, from such a scare
Of being responsible for all.
I feel like that, you lol.
So, I do think I have the chance
To dart into the beast my lance.
So, I need no more sweet soothing.
I know I should buy a ring
To each of those whom I love
For spirit mine to hove.

* * *

I live in uncertainty.
As to what I did.
Is there any liberty
And the division of wit?
Still, that brings in intrigue.
I do take that ripe fig
Of the knowledge of my life.
It’s when I am under kief.
Then, I am able to see the truth.
And, whether is there “rues”?
I want to live through the eternity
And to prove immortality finally.
For that I save sick girls.
The Devil renders tricks and hurls.
But still, I feel my girls a wet
To pay me the salvation debt.

* * *

I do not have a business.
I only have money less.
Due to my women whom I love.
Libido does effect, I drove
From the road of idleness.
In that, I was fearless.
So, if I earned something,
There was a night payment swing
From riches to poverty.
And hardly, it might be called bounty,
If I grouched, only for more
Of sex and love to fight it when it bore.
So, what I have to do?
To earn the money and to woo
My queens of beauty and charm.
For such a dream, there’s no alarm.

* * *

I cannot call you as a sly,
Provided you had high a fly
From distress to eternity.
And, I had for you to earn it.
I am no dollar or pound,
But spend I lot when look around.
I knew you would be faith and glory,
For that, I am no Wiggy but a Tori.
You feel so good to make me jealous.
But, I believe you no less.
I count you my wife, that pretty,
Before the God, all liberty.
They insist I should pay bill
Of yours, due you keep will
To be my woman and my lot.
For that I crouched and all fought.

* * *

I am all poems and rime.
It is my to the nature fine
T’ be paid for my women,
If you doubt, just film it.
I cannot say I love one best of all.
For me, each one is pretty doll.
That is my list and toll
To make them happy is my goal.
I love them much, I love them many.
A lot of beauty names t’ pronounce.
I want to sing, I want to dance,
Though there is a monetary fence
Between a look of eye and bed made love.
May now offer each a clove
Of garlic.
Keep up my sweet darling.

* * *

I like her sweet intrigue.
My love is tall and big.
I knew her many times.
I paid the dollars, not the dimes.
Her white cloth suspenders.
It does far hell, which renders
A one that is on this damned earth.
For her t’ be happy, take I curse.
But, she pretends I am newcomer.
That makes me jealous and her warmer.
My love for her is so deep:
Sometimes, I did just weep.
No matter if she’s married by the law.
The God is a big boss and no tumor.
He will judge on that,
Sentence on this “tit for tat”.

* * *

I consecrated her the verses.
And, want to take more curses.
She is a Gypsy princess.
And whether I do seek for rest?
No. She is my dame of heart,
Which pierced was by dart
Of anguish and pain
For you t’ produce a Holy rain.
I am your soldier –
You are my general.
And, there’ll be no merger,
But, a downpay for all.
I know I am in the profit.
The price of ‘probrium’s fit
To the beauty of your face
And slenderness of body.
You were a special case
That had a lot of lobby.

* * *

My Donna Italica, what I’m for?
To what you more and more?
To consecrate for you my efforts.
To demolish strongest forts.
Those of curse and sickness.
For that I am restless and fearless.
I earn the earnest legal money
That would bring only honey
And no bitterness of repentance
From long ago in my life and hence on.
I recall you always daily.
You will have business and all.
My part is dirty stuff and gall.
I ‘so think you are my bride.
So, I offer you a free ride.

* * *

My Julia, you are mine?
That is the question why.
Why I pay your bills.
And, to be deceived, it feels.
You said you cheated, it was hard.
Like eating old bore lard.
I still believe you did not cuckold.
Such one is unique in the world.
Not in the meaning of faithfulness,
But, in the meaning of usefulness.
Our relations were so intensive.
On Devil’s power strong offensive.
I love you much but not the best.
I have more brides in the West,
That I love also the same.
Your lie made suffer but not maim.

* * *

Hello, my sweet younger sister.
You are all honey ‘th bitter
To have a curing effect,
The horn ‘f my house to erect.
They say nobody wants you.
But, I met such ones few.
So, I will be devotee of yours.
There’s no one the same, the girls.
In verse, compared you with gazelle.
But, you are a fox of fairytale.
You make me jealous, make me strong.
Though, you do bind my tongue.
I do not know what to say.
T’ express my feeling and my may.
I better keep mum to the time
When you’ll be dainty, you be mine.

* * *

I realize my life is ordinary.
Rather to say that.
My moves are elementary.
Anticipate I what?
Which way does it mean: virtual?
Imaginary or actual?
Or, both sense at a time?
To make a queer wine.
I somehow take off the burden.
Like an Atlant, feel easier.
I hope I did not murder,
Notwithstanding my visual.
I feel like being happy
Because my laden shoulders are free.
I am alike to a puppy
That marks his first tree.

* * *

My fever mind took you for a concubine
While you are dame of heart mine.
I accept you as an equal now.
Or, even as more noble, that’s a vow.
Still, I do endeavor for some money
To make you a maid-servant with a tummy,
To be the part of my harem,
To be added to all them
That did use me as an insurer against crisis.
And, I accepted no property but lease.
However, all that is just a game
With much intrigue and less of pain.
My idea fix is no more an axiom.
It’s more of a life goal to go on.
So, what I should ask you?
I should foot your bills, not few.

* * *

A little girl comes over a field.
Am I an angel or a fiend?
Should I do blasphemy in cheat?
For her t’ presume a foreign heat?
Or, I have to be truthful?
Stop playing an offended fool?
Was there any room for cuckold?
Except the lie was told?
I do believe she was all crystal.
To match her in this everyday freestyle.



Margaret

The same, Margaret.
She made me fret.
I feeling am a sinful rat.
That is a cobbler and all brat.
I never let no sheet among the wheat.
As rat, I like too much her wit.
I gently slow down on the curve.
Her will obey I and to serve.


The sound of the night is love.
A ring is left to a child.
A flower shines even in the night.
The money services in the night.
The word said to the church during a night will stay forever.
The prophet’s word watches.
The blood finds the love of the Lord through the work.
The soul finds the love of the Lord through the labor.
The night has the night for the fantasy.
The order is the question of order.
The questions offend the Lord God.
The questions of obedience offend the obedience itself.
The west is the night: the green grass, violet night.

* * *

A young man’s heart is longing for the love of virgin,
But what he gets is body of a harlot,
Her beauty compensates for lack of honor.
Which thing a young man’s heart is looking for?
The pure source of love he seeks to quench the thirst of soul.
Alike to puppy he is tasting bits of food he finds on his way,
And some of them are not for belly to make it fed,
But just to vomit out because the poison is name of some of them,
And if he cannot vomit the venom he’s sick or even dies.
He does not know yet what’s fit for food,
And his mistakes are way to knowledge.
A harlot full of charm is like a coral fish that is in colors and swift, and slender, even seems a gracious thing,
But she is not to eat, in that the poison is in her body.
The heart and reason are striving for the way to pure source of pleasure, defiled not by the presence of another man. But, if the fortune is not on your side, and purse is empty, or just enough to feed you through,
All your attempts are doomed to ruin.
The heart of youth is longing for the love of maiden,
His eyes are full of hope and of self-esteem.
But real beauty costs very much.
And, other man that is more fortunate takes her for a bedmate.
And they play with one another in the mirth and pleasure day and night.
The lot that’s left to you is that to weep and mourn your ruined love.
The soul full of vengeance and jealousy devices plans of triumph and revenge,
But deep in heart you know that’s all over,
And what you wait for is her body, defiled by presence of another man.
Why had he better chance with her? He’s rich. But you are poor.
With humble heart and tears in your eyes you look at her,
But have not courage to approach and reveal the deepest of your heart.
But, eyes of man, whose heart is pierced with pain of love and bitterness of not respected want of child, who he’s indeed, can they hide the truth?
You bet that not.
What is your lot? To work and wait till one of them is disappointed of their hasty bargain.
You work to grow strong and rich, insult is driving you.
But, now what can you offer her? The honest heart?
She’d laugh at such an offer.
She’s ready for amusement the money could afford, and easiness of life.
She does not want to be the watchman of a man that toils for the future profits of his own labor.
She wants to dance and sing, and otherwise to yield herself to pleasure.
You look at lovers kissing in a car that’s good to sight, the pledge of their future happy fare.
Your eyes are full of tears, you weep.
She knows that she may be cheated, but she’s ready for it,
Her beauty seems to her to be the sure thing against an evil day.
Your heart is full of vain designs of vengeance,
But anyway she knows you are hers, kept for a rainy day, a second choice.
You’re like to a fish that has two ways: to end in basket or to leave its guts on hook and die.
She waits for you to grow richer, and maybe wants to render herself to your hands.
Her first man is not good enough to make her life a pleasure it now seems to her,
In that he wasted life spring time on mistress of his heart and no wealthy harvest is waiting for him now.
* * *

What should I do with these thoughts of mine?
Whether to drown them in the wine?
Or, with the smoke of ganja to put them on the wind,
For them to ramble in the ether field?

Enigma

She’s tawny by the name and color of the hair.
To call her dearest, it should be fair.
Thus her second name’s translated.
How and which way can I be related,
To her beauty and charm?
Her picture is warm.
She did position herself as a wife.
May get I with her husband to a strife?
How should I worship her? As dame of heart?
She is no dainty and no tart.
Could think I of the fall and autumn?
When see I her recall I august often,
Instead of wither and the frost.
I feel the goodness. What is most?
The most of what I might do.
To see her by and not to woo.
She is enigma with a very complex code.
Which way is my go or road?
The secret code is that of the honor code.
To have a doubt, do I don’t?
She’s sacred in my view of her stile.
What might I offer her? Eternity or an awhile?
I am her friend. Is there any Rubicon to cross?
Is there any means to take and carry her hard cross?
I am in loss. Instead of some cool wine I have a roast.

Vista

I saw her in a vista of my letters roll.
There was an innocent mischief and ‘most no goal.
There was a question if I’d marry some good woman.
To love a woman and to contemplate her is all doom.
So, was that momentary relationship occasional?
What have I do and think with all?
I promised her a verse of honor.
Who is her? Future, time or former?

She asked me to tie her up

The girl is brave in her demand,
Naivety does win,
Her courage does defend her land,
I hope she’ll let in.

She may propose you a cruise,
Her kingdom will you meet,
She’ll show you a little bruise,
And, let you rub her feet.

You’ll feel a knight and maybe more,
The dragon shall be beat,
You’ll know what your life is for
And dream to do a feat.

She’ll be a source of sunny shine,
You’ll buy her some ice-cream.
She’ll ask you call her “little mine”.
Your arms will save her scream.

You will forget about your sobs,
And, march the way t’ her flat;
Her uncle sent her yellow socks,
The picture shows her dad.

The old grandma slyly smiles,
And jokes very mean,
Or rather she is funny well,
So stupid you do seem.

You’ll kiss her lips
And pinch her nose
To show you’re all bibs,
She’ll chase her off
And call you “goat”,
She’ll hold her hands at hips.

The evening bed will show your dreams,
She’s hardly to forget,
You know your luck,
You fled so fast,
So far before sunset.

Hangover does suck your heart,
Some hindrance in your chest,
You were afraid, you knew you’d run,
But you were her first guest.

The next day you will come t’ her flat
And say all serious you are,
The granddad grouches and curses,
No more is left to mar.

Her dad and uncle do crack jokes
And pay you no respect,
The girl is proud and bit angry:
“A coward”, she does suspect.

You clean your throat,
Do say, “Marry… I mean her marry, man.”
Your ears do sound “goats, goats”,
No noise, only a fan.

Then, her sweet dad
Will say you, “Darling,
What will you feed her by?”
You heard a sigh or maybe joke:
“Some candy or some rye”.

Still, you are brave and list your riches,
Lay down your trump cards,
The ol’ grandma’s
“little bitches” do sound
Like “fucked hard”.

The sentence is there’s no more choice,
But leave the girl in shame,
“No one will marry her dishonored”
Is answered to your claim.

You try to quit the battlefield
And cross your rubicon,
But suddenly do weep your tears
And sit the doorstep on.

You cry that you did make an oath,
But could not help your wish,
The air does sound “goats, goats”,
Some women whisper, “Hist”.
You flow your tears, shudder sobbing,
“How will I feed my girls?”
The granddad’s temper’s no longer:
He puts a stool by hurls.

All night you thought
Of your hard project
To help the girl you loved;
The Angel-Death
That tried to come in
Was struggled with and shoved.

There was a scandal
And some voice
Did say,
“Your dream was won”.
For your sweet girl
You got invoice –
The bitterness was gone.

There were some kisses,
Hugs and passion –
You met her in the pub;
The love did have a luscious session,
She asked me to tie her up.


* * *


What did you right?
What did you wrong?
This very night
Whom you do belong?

The fun is cute,
The time is less,
Addresses you
Your DJ Death.

The sky is blue,
The wall is white,
They say you loved,
They say you might.

CD does play,
CD will die,
Another truth,
Another lie.

Your life was good?
You’re in a mess?
Does question you
Your DJ Death.

A cup of corn,
A smoke of gas.
You pay your debt
To DJ Death.

Forget your dreams,
Forget your lass,
The club is visited
By DJ Death.

The money’s helpless,
No deal your ass.
It’s hard to bargain
With DJ Death.

What is the ransom?
What the beau has?
To pay off anger
Of DJ Death?

You may go crazy,
You may go west,
To please the pimp,
Your DJ Death.

You love a girl?
You do your best.
Just pay the music
Of DJ Death.

No need for property,
No need for wealth,
The hell day suffering,
Or your life and health.

If you try to shirk
Your duty of sex,
There’s no doubt,
You’ll not wax the lex.

Whether may go bankrupt
Your DJ Death?
Drive away this idea
Your veriest fast.

Think of being a loser?
Think of being a guest?
Postpone the visit
Of DJ Death.

A hand holds a hand,
A foot rubs a leg.
A flower in the lapel,
A lipstick in a bag.


* * *

Dream a dream,
Dream a day,
Dream the future,
Dream a hey.

Dream a house,
Dream a hello,
Dream a dinner,
For your daughter a doll.

Dream a city,
Dream a night,
A girl on a picture,
Street evening light.

Dream a job,
Dream a frock,
Dream a colleague,
A chicken for a cock.

Dream a party,
Candy a ton,
And, one more point:
Don’t forget your mom.

Dream a stroll,
A bench in a park,
A date in a restaurant,
For a dog a bark.

Dream a battle,
Dream a win,
A medal on your jacket,
Waltz dance spin.

Dream a river,
A picnic dish,
Sand in your sandals,
A worm for a fish.

Dream an ocean,
A breeze on your chest,
Some clouds on the horizon,
For your home a guest.

Dream a party,
Candy a ton,
And, one more point:
Don’t forget your mom.

Dream a mistress,
Dream a love,
A pot for a flower,
She-pigeon for a dove.

Dream a gospel,
Dream a nun.
A breach for an oath,
For a secret a mum.

Dream a company,
Dream a bank,
A balanced account,
A foolproof tank.

Dream a president,
An election campaign,
Good government policy,
And, a bit of champagne.

Dream some cash,
Dream some “say”.
A baby for a lady,
And, a bit of “may”.

Dream a party,
Candy a ton,
And, one more point,
Don’t forget your mom.