Category: POETRY

Oneness

October 22, 2015

You are the letter A, I am the digit one,

The two of us to hold the oneness alive…

The hardest way of cleaving in us is being done.

We started both with walking but ended in a dive…

We started up the journey, a rock and iron ball,

Two question marks in labor to be an exclamation!

We paid in love together the ageing heavy toll,

We sang along the ancient songs of adoration.

While being barked quite often by bulldogs of this age

No one will know how often we barked in full reply…

O, what a madding chaos surrounds us, what a rage!

Our quiet moments are shorter than a sigh…

But in the Lord, together, we’ll make it day by day,

With me the digit one and you the letter A!…

Behold…

October 21, 2015

Behold, a lilac blossoms just a heart beat away

From all your preplanned holydays and feasts…

Open your eyes, my darling, it might be your day,

Listen to the dew in the morning, don’t grumble at least.

Behold, the sunshine knocks in the window glass

Echoing trough your half open eyes some story telling beams

From a long forgotten realm of a cheerful grass

And waters that flow in heavenly streams.

Behold, have some blue soil and my metaphor’s seed,

My poem is a new landscape for your rugged earth.

Let us say good bye to the empty words and greed,

Listen, there is a new galaxy crying for birth!

Tame the words, darling, keep them together and still

Don’t let them fly around at Parliament Hill!

Let’s Run…

October 21, 2015

Let’s run away, my darling, let’s run our days away,

This life’s a crucifixion, this planet is a cross,

Don’t speak a word this morning, don’t ever dare to say

“We’re gonna die!” don’t speak us unto loss…

Forget about the winters, forget those rocky hills,

Let’s run for hope, my darling, for our only hope,

Forget the empty freezer, forget those nasty bills,

We’ll never reach the ugly end of the rope!

There is a heaven, darling, our God is still the same,

Don’t ever mind the winters, don’t worry, don’t be sad!

But if the doors don’t open we’ll still enjoy the game

And hold our hands, my darling, before the firing squad…

At six in the morning

October 20, 2015

Sounds of some sad steps, somewhere on the sixth floor

A lot closer, a toilet flash and a baby’s cry

Somebody just slammed a door

So that nothing may be new beneath the sky…

Sleepy walks, shy whistlers, dead traffic lights

Honking horns, sidewalks, some gone astray dew,

A street sweeper smiles as she cleans the sights

Of that old yawning moon…  the day is new…

As I walk alone, carving the streets on my palms

Smelling the fresh fumes and diesel fuel

I feel like laughing and jumping, reciting the Psalms

I wear this city, brothers, this is my jewel…

But as  I move in prayers to start the day afresh

I see the city flowing to wash away my flesh!

Are you still there

October 20, 2015

It seems like, timelessly happy, they are still there

Under the same linden tree, laughing their troubles away

Like they were here to burry those fossils everywhere

To prop the skies with the church towers, to plow the day…

I can still see their ages climbing afresh like a morning dew

Away from the trenches unleashing these hyper fairy tales

Under this shady linden tree nothing is old, nothing is new

These villagers are crossing from age to age, blazing  the  trails…

Sometimes they shepherd in their barren pastures some mysterious flocks

Sometimes they work their present from bad to even worse

Who can teach them to sing, or to throw the rocks?

They rode throughout history the same and only horse.

Who can teach them to dream through the short winter days

To carve their weddings to count their legends stone by stone,

The stars aren’t that bright, they say, nowadays…

They used to be closer together, now they shine alone…

It seems like always they are seeping their glorious wine

While sharing their timelessness under the shady linden tree.

Are you still there, sweet villagers of mine?

Don’t get your nightingales through speech therapy!

JUST BEFORE THE SUNSHINE by Slavomir Almajan

December 3, 2013

It was the day that seared all days,  with trembling rocks and frozen seas,

No order was like this before, no words were ever mute like these,

Oh, what to say, or think, or do?  Or where to find my inmost self?

Whose words are shaping and for whom, this day’s old, dusty shelf?

 

Was I to rot in cell by cell, created from the dust of dust?

Whose death is being sold today, whose birth will be the last?

Then why so many claim, before this shadow-filled sunrise,

That they are me in all of I and I am in demise?

 

You laugh, I see… Whose sigh you mock today and why?

This blue-grey hat you wear, my friend, how dare you call it sky?

This chaos that you claim it is an order of your will

Is nothing but a raging dark, an evil at stand still…

 

Then a sparrow chirped away this morning’s wake-up call…

What a blessing is to see the sunshine after all!

SLAVOMIR ALMAJAN

SOMETHING AT LEAST… by Slavomir Almajan

November 21, 2013

Something at Least…

Everything seems to be in its place…

You buy at overprice a pound of dirt

One dog and one man share a pace

And keep each other aware and alert…

 

The butcher’s daughter is playing the flute

I dig a well somewhere in the skies…

Something, at least, should be quiet and smooth

Something, at least, should be nice!…

 

The baby’s cry tells you the real price of milk,

Two destinies crossed each other at the traffic lights

There must be a common place for heavy metal and silk

And smiles, and cries, and stones, and gigabytes…

 

There is a forest somewhere in The Milky Way,

With shady valleys and happy creeks

“You’re dreaming too much”, some will say,

But I am only seeing what my inmost seeks…

 

Yes, everything seems to be in its place,

The moments fly over my head.

I used to talk to them, face to face,

Before letting them go or move ahead…

 

I used to dig wells in the stormy skies,

Something at least should be nice!