Poems submitted for ELYPS 2008
Bakanovich Yauheni (Баканович Евгений)
Received: October 23, 2008
Blood From Your Lips
Blood from your lips tastes like loving
Gun in your hand, looks like dying
Buried together, died at the dusk
Just pool the trigger – accomplish your task
When I saw your eyes, I noticed death
I saw its shadow on your face
I heard insanity in your words
We married in shadows of dying gods
Your body is tainted, your soul’s dark
Your chest is blessed with demon’s mark
My lady from shadows, cursed with possession
Daughter of Lilith, Devil’s creation
In the night’s shadow I’ll feel your embrace
You are too perfect for the one of my race
Humans are toys in the hands of your kind
You are playing the tricks on my clouded mind
But without this drug, I won’t last for a moment
When you are away I ‘m no more than a rodent
Trapped in the cage of law and moral
Only now I observe how deep did I fell
My life was a torture, but I was to blind
I was abandoned, just for you to find
Now in silence and darkness we will unite
And never again we will enter the light
Our love is eternal, our fate is complete
For the gardens of Eden we have no need
So please take my soul, rip out my flesh
Our souls are like one and together we’ll crash
Pseudonym: KATERINA
Received: October 26, 2008
COMES AND LEAVES
She doesn’t mind her title any more
Still she’s a spinster – as before
Though he comes not just every day
They like to spend their time too gay
It’s nothing more than fairy-tale
For him to be with that female.
He calls her “Dolly”, calls her Sweet
And doesn’t know that she can’t sleep,
‘Cause she is well when he is near
And if he’s out all’s plain and mere.
He comes, says that she is unique
And she is happy on the peak.
“I love you, Dolly, Pretty, Sweet!
You are for me the needest need!
Your magic kisses, touches, cares
And without you I have nightmares!”
And they embrace and kiss, and snog…
Stop!.. He must go. It’s twelve o’clock!
“Bye-bye, my Dolly, I shall come!”
He doesn’t know what he has done!
Though she was said the sweetest things
She is alone, as ever since.
It has been lasting for the years:
He comes and leaves her, with her cares.
He calls her sweetest on the Earth
And doesn’t know she’s out of breath
When he’s with that one who’s the reason
Of wedding ring, of right hand rhythm.
He calls her fascinating woman
But then she stays alone, the poor.
She doesn’t know he’ll come or not
It will depend on his day’s plot.
He gives her farewell embrace:
“Don’t know when come, depends on case.”
Again alone with her heart broken
Her soul peace is again stroken,
She misses him, she suffers pain,
But there’s a hope – he’ll come again.
Heart beating… Sighs of lonely soul
In which appeared a great hole…
The years pass… now more than ten…
No use to cry, he’ll come – but when?
She never tries even to phone,
She knows he’s got a perfect home.
She’s sure he is safe and sound
And in her heart no evil’s found.
She loves him and it’s not in vain
But time of wait makes her insane.
He comes, says sweetest words and leaves,
And she’s alone, as ever since.
Her heart is like a burning fire…
We soon believe what we desire.
And he… is really he that one who can
Behave like honest gentleman?
He, with his ugly, hideous lust
Which is no more than a disgust.
He calls her “Dolly”, “Pretty”, “Sweet”…
It’s nothing, but electric heat.
He comes, gets her caress and leaves,
And she’s alone, as ever since.
The years have passed more than ten,
No need to cry – he’ll come again.
And nothing’s left for her but wait
To open him her wide soul-gate.
Pseudonym: KATERINA
Received: October 26, 2008
TO LIVE OR NOT TO LIVE
You have just found what you have done…
You realize: “Can’t be undone”.
You’re pregnant… What a stupid joke!
There is no fire without smoke.
You wish you were deaf and blind
Conduct is index of the mind.
A baby… Little… Crying… Yours…
Result of sexual intercourse.
Your parents… you must tell them all
About your problem, ‘bout your fall.
Your boy-friend… does he want a child?
Of course, it’s nothing of the kind!
You’re crying over the spilt milk
You cannot eat, you cannot drink.
This trouble you soon will not hide –
The first your thought is suicide –
To take ten pills or even more
Or to jump down form thirteenth floor.
The next your thought was about blade –
Just cut your veins – and you will fade.
They’ll write: “She was just eighteen years old
Romantic, clever, frank and bold”.
You tremble looking for a chance
Score twice before you die at once!
To kill yourself? – This thought is wild!
It is much better… kill a child!
He is unborn and he won’t cry,
And none will know – so he must die.
There’s enough babies in the world
One more or less… Forgive me, Lord!
Your feelings fade, you have no chance
You think: “My child can die but once!”
And there’s no place to the emotion –
The only way out is abortion.
Without regrets and without tears,
And no one will have reason tease.
…The surgery… You’re lying there.
The operation's done with care.
You wish you flied on fragile wings
But medicine cures all the things.
… You left the clinic and went home
You wanted just to be alone.
And when you went the street along
You thought that all the trouble gone.
You didn’t mind that child could be
A famous showman on TV
Or for example a pop star,
Or an inventor of space-car.
So there’s no problem any more –
The sun is shining as before.
But there’s emptiness in your eyes –
The sorrow of your action lies.
A baby… Dead… What stupid notions!
The way to hell is paved with... conscience.
And you can’t say what it does mean
Maybe, it’s requiem for a dream?!
Alesya Boravic
Received: October 26, 2008
Still in Love ...
I didn't leave you in the past
I took my heart with you to present.
I don't wanna now how long it'll last,
But i am sure that i will resent.
You're not mistake,
You are my desteny's surprize,
THe only thing that i can't take
Is disregard of tender eyes.
I hope someday we'll be together,
Togetherness with you it is my dream,
And you well stop my breath to gather
And i will stop my stupid scream.
I know that you oneday will feel the same .
I know that your ice heart will melt someday, And you'll stop making to me pain, If not, please let me go from you away.
I'm so addicted to you,
I can't survive without your smile,
It is comepletly true,
That i will love you till i die.
Regret my love or accept please.
Decide who are you crow or dove.
Kill me or help me to destroy disease
Which is called so simply "LOVE"...
Pavel Barakhvostov,
Received: October 29, 2008
In the place of authentic art
I am watching a wondrous scene,
Where Paris strains its Montmartre
And the lazy, capricious Seine.
In a small antiquarian store
I’ve discovered a gorgeous dame
On the canvas that has been borne
Through the ages of roaring flame.
These flirtatious and lively eyes,
Brittle shoulders and graceful chin,
Curly hair… What crazy price
Did men pay you to hug you in?
Just remember the sinful chase
For the future, the useless quest.
They are over, the hectic days.
You seem tranquil and full at rest.
So, relax! You deserve this joy.
No adventure, no love, no pain.
Only I, a self-confident boy,
Tried to solve your enigma in vain.
Were you evil? Or were you saint?
La Princesse? Or a filthy tart?
You have saved in the oil-paint
Your enormous, mysterious heart.
Fate’s disgusting and wicked joke
Was to let you be dying in cold.
I am taking you to New York
Like a bar of some precious gold.
Tania Tomato
Received: November 2, 2008
The last letter for my host family
Jazzy music, smiles and wishes.
Your believes and much in common.
Look from lime-n-purple lashes
Make my life a lot much warmer.
You’re my loving little sister,
How can we not know each other
We both can’t produce the whistling.
Maybe we will try it further.
Every single day is wonder.
This is my sincere thought.
Summer trip’s like peaceful thunder.
Way to teach and to be taught.
I should say LOVE YOU, ELIZA
But I’m sure you know it either.
Kathy, Bob. At first, just thank you
For anxiety and fun,
For your help, for precious moments.
For new life I have begun.
You’re so important persons
In my own entire world.
We have had our human lessons
Many words left to be told.
You’re my friends and also parents.
I love you for who you are.
Open-minded, honest people,
Ready to present your love.
Wish we’ll meet one day somewhere.
Let it be my only pray.
It’s a new brand song by Tania Tomato.
I just want to say God Bless the USA
I love you so much you’re welcome to my heart.
In my lifelines you’re the most important part.
27.07.2008
Visalia, CA
Tania Tomato
Received: November 2, 2008
The only thing we have to fear is fear itself (Franklin D. Roosevelt )
It’s a common misconception
We can rule the situations.
We’re leaded by the orders.
We’re grounded on the borders.
The trees are cut and the leaves are faded.
I can see the mysterious shadows.
But there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.
Ancient heroes will find the runes.
But nothing will help to find the truth
When a vampire bares his tooth.
You’ll be weeping and howling
While the blood in veins is boiling.
And nobody will help you
In this worse-case scenario.
I wonder if you understand.
This is a bad fairy-tale.
And this bloody tale is called LIFE.
Don't hand me any more of that jive.
Open your eyes.
You’re still alive.
But the light hurts you and
You come back to the gloom.
You’re lying under a leaking roof.
You’re alone. Resign yourself.
Tania Tomato
Received: November 2, 2008
Sunflowers
Sunflowers are making me happy,
Their cheerful color and smell.
They’re growing in gorgeous fields
And in cozy gardens as well.
Sunflowers are modest and splendid,
They can make me smile every day.
I waited before the light had ended
And went to the mossy bay.
I remember the wonders of summer.
I couldn’t believe that was real.
I’ve built kingdoms and empires
Which were made of ideas within.
I feel something special in air.
I find it unusual to see
That people around are inspired
To become so perfect for me.
I’m totally lost and I’m happy.
I’m not going to plan anything,
Because I’ve found my gentle love.
It’s hot, kind, awesome and real.
I look in the endless sky.
I see all these stars. They are bright.
You’re standing by my side
So everything will be all right.
Tania Tomato
Received: November 2, 2008
Smile
The doctor told him he had cancer.
And promised he would do his best.
A youngster couldn’t stop the tears.
He felt a fire in his chest.
What has he seen in boring life?
Has he succeeded in something special?
He dreamed of fame and lovely wife,
Breath-taking job and long vacations.
He was as lazy as we were,
A clever guy with great potential.
He was so sure it’d be so.
But God’s created another version.
He wasn’t good, he wasn’t bad.
He trusted people, fell in love.
He could be anxious, bossy & mad
Or shy and nice like gentle dove.
Next foggy morning he woke up
And thought he’d better sleep forever.
No noisy neighbors, no more bills…
He’s eager to leave it all and travel.
He didn’t know the date of death.
He said goodbye for beloved people.
He was confused but brave at least.
He didn’t want to be high on rippers.
Full of sorrow and compassion
He felt ashamed of useless life.
He was afraid to return affection.
He painted nothing but still life.
He came to coast and knelt on sand.
He heard out ocean and calmed down.
“I will be happy to the end” –
He thought and cheerfully smiled.
Tania Tomato
Received: November 2, 2008
L.O.V.E.
Turn off the lights of the city.
It’s dawn. No matter to go.
I haven’t noticed
We’ve been speaking for so long
Till the sun rose up.
And the wind calmed down.
The pouring rain finally stopped.
I can see the linen in which
The world is wrapped.
It’s made of smiles and stars
Falling from the sky.
In this world nobody cries.
Forever just you and I.
It’s ridiculous to think
That nothing will change.
But I continue to believe
I won’t see the tears of rage.
Come to me now.
Give me a hug and smile.
I’m with you, my love.
Let’s keep silence for a while.
My eyes explain for you
How much you mean to me.
And when you promise to be true,
I’ll be as happy as girl can be.
Yuliya Haldziuk
Received: November 3, 2008
Memento mori corrected version
We do remember enough for sorrow,
We don’t remember enough to smile.
The day that happens waits up tomorrow
And joy is coming – just wait awhile.
Tomorrow happens when all feels steady,
Tomorrow happens, but brings a pall.
It doesn’t matter how bright or shady
Were things you’ve done here, its fate for all.
The gates will open for all the coming,
The gates will open for everyone.
The Light and Dark side will need your arming.
No chance of changing the things you’ve done.
Demonic images are modern icons,
Demonic images as always thrive,
The Darkside’s giving its gloomy tokens,
But wounded angels are still alive.
Today’s the only to make your choice,
Today’s the one day to hear the Call.
Be careful, listen to inner voice,
The voice of conscience, the voice of soul.
Don’t crave for silence – disturb your feeling,
Disturb your silence for ones who need.
If selfish quietness seems more appealing,
Forget old Hamlet, perform a deed.
Memento mori since you’re mortal,
Memento mori and smile today.
Memento mori – remember “total”
Memento mori – life takes no nay.
Kate Bahalei
Received: November 6, 2008
My native land
My native land, my lovely lakes and forests,
My heart belongs to you from day when I was born,
I love with all my heart your winters, springs and autumns,
I am awake and feel the touch of cooling morn,
I hear your songs in whisper of the wind,
I see the purity of little blue corn-flower,
That’s great to understand: life’s not just black and white
And you may find a new exclusive color,
So close your eyes and feel the depth of dream,
Go on, don’t stop and notice swings of wish,
Imagine your own world where you are the only king,
So try, and may be you can find a fairy keys,
Keys to world, where everybody smile,
No wars, no sadness and no tears,
Where everybody may fly,
The place of cemetery of the childish fears…
Alyona Orlova
Received: November 8, 2008
I want to be a cat,
To see things clear at night,
To purr when on my mat,
But still ready to fight.
I want to have a tail
To show my feelings with,
I won't get e-mail
And wait Oh, write me, please.
I won't believe your lies,
I'll have my private thoughts,
I'll try to catch the flies
Not listening to your words.
I want to be a cat
So gorgeous and proud,
I don't want to feel mad
Standing before the crowd.
To be a cat I want
My wish is really true,
To tear this tiring bond,
The cat doesn't love you"
Anastasia Prigodich
Received: November 10, 2008
I woke up early in the morning
Can you imagine, dear:
The better days have passed,
But I can feel you here,
As if you were in my arms.
Sometimes life seems to be in vain,
Then I recall your eyes –
It really helps to cease my pain,
As I believe these sweetest lies.
I believe, that one fine day
I’ll be able to touch your hand,
You’ll come to run with me away,
To find our secret fairy land,
Where we would be forevermore
Together, there’d be no need to part.
We’ll find a shelter in a lovely shaw,
And all the pain will leave my heart.
It’s a dream; it will never come true,
And I will never see you, still
It doesn’t prevent me from longing for you
And cherishing my silly will.
I don’t feel lonely in the night:
Your dark brown eyes are always here.
They’re full of hope, are full of light,
They make me struggle with my fear.
In songs of birds, in noise of trees –
In every sound, short or long,
It’s your sweet voice I hear,
It tells me, “Honey, please, be strong”.
And now I know you are around
You’ll be with me forevermore
In every move, in every sound,
You are the one I’m living for.
I want to live, no more to die
I want to riot, want to strive.
I feel you here – and I feel alive,
My lies have saved my life.
Anastasia Prigodich
Received: November 10, 2008
Can you listen to my confession?
Can you listen to my confession?
Do you have enough patience for this?
It’s a story of long self-suppression,
A great deal of sorrows, torments and tears.
I’m the one, who wants to believe,
But finds no one to whom he can pray,
Whose joy will always come to grief,
Whose silent efforts are always in vain.
The one who knows that he needs love,
But will never be loved by anyone.
This feeling is so far above,
That it’s forever, ever gone.
I’m the one who dreads his dreams,
‘Cause they can make him fall.
So big and silly do they seem,
That he wants to kill them all.
You see, I’m always in between:
Between reality and dreams.
Please say, will ever be I free?
Will someone come to rescue me?
And are you ready to save my life?
Let’s run away from this dark kingdom.
Please, take away this bloody knife
Out of my heart, return me freedom.
Save me, please, from my nightmares,
There’s no use to walk about,
I’ve been sleeping here for years,
Dreaming of someone to dig me out.
If you do this, I will be yours forever,
I’ll always be with you in our silent dance.
You’ll either save me, or I’ll never
Rise here again - you are my only chance.
Alexandra Ignatovich
Received: November 11, 2008
Calm After Love
That was time of life’s changes
That was time when rain went sometimes, but without storm.
You and me stood back to back, but
We were so far away from each other
I was scare to break my hart, don’t break, don’t break my hart.
I thought I would stay along,
I would be only in my mind, and in my life.
But your charming ease made me smile,
And you made me feel like I never felt before.
I told:” Don’t break my hart, don’t break my hart, don’t…
Stood another and feel yourself different,
Crash all doubts in my mind,
And if I will have got some problems
I know that you never let me to fall down!
One day you came to me and told:
“Shall we be together my friend,
Let’s fly away.”
After few weeks we fall in love,
Even our harts knocked in one beat, in one beat
I told:” Don’t break my hart, don’t break my hart, don’t break my hart.
After some time I remember this
Just like a dream in my sleep, just like a dream
Fall in love and came back through this all
Understand that we stood so different for each other.
I know I have breaking hart, just breaking hart, just…
Mistakes that we had done not so bad,
But our harts will save this pain,
And broken dreams about our future
Just stand ashes.
And still sun rise up and sit down
And still rain goes sometimes,
But very often I see picture
Calm after storm, calm after love…
We broken harts in this, in little universe, and little bit pain in my own.
You, you make me cry at night, I can’t sleep I can’t fight with memory in my hart.
Alexandra Ignatovich
Received: November 11, 2008
Romance
Like little fire with desire
I’m little writer in my mind,
I took the pen and pepper and began to write.
My home is my little prison,
Like little bird in cage,
But I have got myself what help me to write.
This interesting,
Golden rule what effective –
The little romance what cry about me,
Cause someone thing that I am empty
But inside my soul of write, don’t you see?
I’ll be here, and will try be there.
Many years went away
Of cause, we couldn’t be the same,
And little write see another world.
I forget how could to feel
When you try to save your real,
And you still write the little pray to God.
We kind of kids,
What see there own green trees
And amazing gardens with diamond leaves.
Me and my mouth
Sing little romance,
I, me, mine – no matter now.
Mary Ziaziulka
November 12, 2008
Give me the wings...
Give me a present...
I can’t be more in Past
I want to live in Present
Give me the wings once more...
Just only you can do it.
Your lines...
Your smile...
Your eyes...
So beautiful, magnetically green bright eyes....
In mind with love I carefully draw.
But time steps with assure tread,
And all the Dream we had Melts in Infinity and go away of life...
But memory of every our moment Will stay in me...
Forever Give me those tender wings
I cover you from cold.
I save you from the wind.
Just favor me my wings
Believe your tender heartbeat.
Feel the returning of only our Spring...
greeneyed Spring.
Once more...
Forever and For always.
Just save my happy wings.
Tania Tomato
Received: November 13, 2008
Green Spleen
The sky is clear: Green Spleen has gone.
For now and ever more I’m sure I'm not alone.
Black dog was chasing me.
I’ve managed to escape.
The ghosts at the street are looking for balanced state.
Set back your clock.
And take your time
The phrases are stock. I’m run out of rhymes.
But now and then, I will succeed.
I won’t be bored with my green spleen.
It’s utter rubbish to propose
Your thoughts for someone you don’t like.
I struck the blow. I’ve mounted life.
I’ll learn the truth before sunrise.
I can’t stay exactly the same
Because I love you more and more.
You are my sunshine.
You’re my dream.
A man who takes my spleen away.
Treat me kindly, treat me with love.
I’ll forget all mournful stuff.
The moon’s so bright on endless sky.
And I’m so plain. I don’t know why.
The universe exists for us.
And all I want is to abide and trust.
Lera Suhoverko
Received: November 13, 2008
I will die not in this life world
Fetters break off a flesh
And smother the fallen person.
To leash all rage it is not obviously possible.
Having brought down stone speech to
Wait growing dim freedom.
I compress the flesh hands,
I choke, but run.
I will die not in this life,
Now I will prove it
Having broken all rocks to oceans,
Itself to the earth I will not fall.
Though whips blood from my wound,
I further too to runaway.
I choke with freedom.
Now I will prove it …
I compress the flesh hands,
I choke, but run.
I will die not in this life,
Now I will prove it
Also hearts from shout are broken off,
And someone's groan is audible behind.
The second communal grave
Blocks my open space.
The fog has barred the way to отступленью.
But reviving, I run. I compress the flesh hands,
I choke, but run.
I will die not in this life,
Now I will prove it.
Lera Suhoverko
Received: November 13, 2008
Last imagination
We Open eyes,
We see the world full of light.
And the radiant shade
From your thoughts grows dim.
Full of pleasure the falseness
Opens in a chasm.
The unloved dawn is already confused with a decline
Only last imagination to be carried away.
Of embraces by wings to present and grow fond.
Only last imagination.
We close eyes,
We see the world full of a shade.
Darkness is not terrible
Lost freedom.
Doomed to death
Not is afraid of a dawn.
The sun will kill us
Only we will believe in it.
Only last imagination to be carried away.
Of embraces by wings to present and grow fond.
Only last imagination.
Not died away delight
Opens to people.
They trust in love
They trust in freedom
And fetters having torn
Learn pair of rules …
Only last imagination to be carried away.
Of embraces by wings to present and grow fond.
Only last imagination.
Yelena Bosak
Received: November 13, 2008
LIFE
The life is going to be cruel
Sometimes it’s going to be mad
It even has a chance to ruin
The benefit that you’ve achieved.
Sometimes it seems to be so crazy
So fast, so energetic, quick
That you just want to have a minute
Of being foolish, somewhat weak.
So many problems and offenders,
So many quarrels and suspects.
It seems you don’t understand these
It seems that you are in a mess.
But it’s really more than perfect
To realize you are alive!
To be the leader of your fortune
To have a good and pleasant time.
To love, to think, to make decisions
To have much fun, to sick for fame
To choose between good things and evil
To make first steps to reach your aim.
Your life is like a sheet of paper
It’s empty now… It’s up to you
To chose the colour of your own,
Write down everything you do.
Marina Loban
Received: November 14, 2008
Snowfall behind the window…
Snowfall behind the window everything is quiet
Only I and my solitude stayed in the flat.
We are sitting together we are silent and sad,
We are sorry for nothing but my previous life.
My heart is crying from sadness and pain
It cannot find any warmth again and again…
My former life…there is much to complain…
In the future I’ll try not to live in vain.
I’ve reviewed everything that I did
My solitude did its best to help with it.
Gradually some pleasant music reaches my ear
I am no more alone. It’s my friend! Oh dear!
Julia Baryla
Received: November 14, 2008
My Birthdays
When I was two
I liked the Zoo,
When I was four
I wanted chips more.
When I became six
My interests were sweets.
It’s time for eight
I am ready to paint!
I am big, I am ten
And I’d like to see Big Ben.
Oh! I am already fifteen
But I am waiting for…
The next my birthday.
Today I am sixteen!!!
It’s time when adult days
Ready to begin.
The biggest of riddles:
What is waiting me for?
But I hope the sunny bells
Will ring more and more.
Eugeniya Getmanchuk
Received: November 13, 2008
They say
They say that I’m weak and love is blind.
They say that you will break my poor heart...
...But you are mine, absolutely mine
And even when we have to stay apart
I feel when you are sad,
I feel your smile,
I see your dreams,
I kiss your sleepy eyes
And if you re tired,
I take away your tiredness,
I dry your tears so that you never cry.
They say that you won’t stay with me forever,
That you will find another and betray,
I promise that with all my love and care
I’ll be with you NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY.
Lera Suhoverko
Received: November 13, 2008
Two vampires
The sun comes,
And at them there
Comes a dawn.
Drops two
For a breakfast
From a wound take
And go,
And go
On sand step by step
On a meeting of new night,
On a meeting to a new victim,
On a meeting to this world
Go, there are two vampires.
Go, go.
Still night
But a star
In the sky has gone out.
The step is audible, shout the Gentleman
Is audible has hung.
And they All go
On sand step by step
On a meeting of new night,
On a meeting to a new victim,
On a meeting to this world
Go, there are two vampires.
Go, go.
Whisper very silent is audible behind
And the smile will strike in the centre of heart
And canines – two pairs sharp a saber the Kiss from two parties –
Tomorrow day of funeral.
And they All go
On sand step by step
On a meeting of new night,
On a meeting to a new victim,
On a meeting to this world
Go, there are two vampires.
Go, go.
Olga Kurdumova
Received: November 14, 2008
* * *
My sacred place, my native land,
My world where I was born!
My thoughts're like birds around
Have I ever been alone?
My Belarus is a pretty girl,
Her eyes are blue, hair is brown.
Completely falling in love with her
I'll never let her down!
This feeling I will cherish all the time.
My strength, my life belongs to her.
I will be stable like a pine,
No one another I'll prefer.
Anna Onikhimovskaya
Received: November 14, 2008
My Ideal
I love you, my hare,
I love you. It’s true.
And even if you aren’t here
I always think about you.
I remember your voice,
I see your eyes.
I make the right choice
That I love you, my mouse.
You’re my star, my dream, my road,
My ideal, soul and friend.
You’re my moon in the sky at night.
Your company is in my heart.
So, you see, I love you!
For you are good and kind,
For your character and care,
For your love for me and your mind.
Love is wonderful and splendid.
Love is a game, science and dream.
People! Always love each other
And your life will be a fairy-tale.
Nastya Sergienya
Received: November 15, 2008
Youth & grapes
What we can say about sun,
if it not shinning now?
What we can say about love,
if we can't see it in our heart?
What I can say you,
when you go so far away
from our little town?
I can't say nothing.
'cause my tears fall dawn...
'cause fall happened with us,
'cause winter come in my heart.
I look in your blue eyes
and say myself:
"Plese-please! Don't cry-don't cry!"
My little town so a long way off... you
White snow in my window...
I'm sorry I can't love you...
I'm sorry I can't feel you...
Darya Barabanshchikova
Received: November 15, 2008
To be afraid of silence …
To be afraid of beauty …
To be afraid of emptiness...
To be afraid of duty....
To be afraid the sun beam …
To be afraid the bright light …
It's dark in the streets:
You and me... it's not simple.
I wish you to embrace,
To be in love
And not to be a jealous.
Darya Barabanshchikova
Received: November 15, 2008
***
What is to be alone?
Tear sheets or close the door...
Do you feel sometimes
Pressing pain behind yourself?
And there, inside, where heart fights,
Desperately knocks in brains creaking human rights...
Where does it lead to?
Let's go!
You are learning pleasures, dreams and love.
But it is necessary to you: impulses of this passion –
When the hand draws only blood, dramatic and discussion.
People, can you smile a little bit?
We can, but we think that we are so weak…
The life is beautiful and we can fly…
Just feel it and you’ll be happy and fine!
Darya Barabanshchikova
Received: November 15, 2008
***
I have entered your destiny,
I can't feel this any more...
Nights, days, minutes, lights,
The Ladies' choice dance,
Passion and flights...
Painfully, clearly, sadly, we...
We are beautiful,
We are we.
Darya Barabanshchikova
Received: November 15, 2008
***
You're as a beam, you appear in the morning ….
You're as а dream, very sweet and bright ….
My hands will show the sadness warning,
You know, all this is nonsense, you know, right?
Stars whisper us something very noisy.
The sea calls for pleasure, am I right?
We, as children, are conducted on a circle,
The hope has fallen and it has gone for a ride.
Do you want... I will accustom you to singing me a loud song?
Do you want … I will present a kiss at the parting?
Dou you want … I will take your hand in the pocket?
But I’m on a flight in my loneliness tonight.
Pseudonim: Moon Girl
Received: November 15, 2008
Heart's Choice
By chance I fell in love with you
But I must love the star.
I don't know what I should do.
There is a war in my heart.
The first voice says: Love him
The other says: No, no
The heart says: Do what you think
What's better? I don't know
In spite of everything I overcame the bar.
I chose what I found true
And made up my mind, I choose the star…
Because the star is you
Pseudonim: Moon Girl
Received: November 15, 2008
The Letter
A little dove flew in the sky.
He held the letter in his beak.
He carried the letter to a person
Who'd waited for twenty weeks.
The dove didn't stop flapping.
The dove flew for many days
When the sun or the moon shone,
When he saw green forests and grass.
One day the dove was over the town.
And then he took a blow and felt pain.
A boy who played with a friend
Threw a stone at him and ran.
The bird fell to the ground and died.
The letter left in the beak.
The letter's lost, the dove is dead and gone.
The one who needed it keeps waiting on.
Anna Sakovich
Received: November 15, 2008
The Eyes Are A Looking-Glass of the Spirit
The eyes are a looking-glass of the spirit,
I think you know about it.
The eyes can`t lie, they say all true,
We can read in the eyes: «Love you».
A ray of light pierces the darkness,
And only a look can pierce your heart.
If you now have not blindness
And if you like your life so much.
A lot of mysteries are in our eyes.
They can be gladden and despise.
They can be also very sad,
Attractive eyes can drive us mad.
What character has your best friend?
You don`t know about it.
Look in his eyes and understand
What your friend thinks, what kind his spirit is.
Oxana Manchuk
Received: November 15, 2008
The Underground
I am going and in my head there is a disturbance…
Passers-by are running to nowhere.
I want to understand my existence
And what I am doing here.
Smell of autumn melancholy and catching of cold sights around;
Faces are flashing in rays of light in the underground -
I am waiting for something.
My sight is passing the rattling trains:
Trains fly through the ground
Looking for new ways.
These ways lead to the infinity
And it tempts my imagination:
I forget about reality…
It is simply unearthly inspiration.
I am in the underground, I am lonely…
Shadows of people rush… what for?
Knock of heels are going past -
I can’t keep silent anymore:
I am uttering a mute scream…
But there is only silence inside of me -
Nobody hears me.
Irina Artysiuk
Received: November 16, 2008
I LOVE YOU three simply words to say,
I understand this, when you're far away.
I'm so upset, when I'm without you,
I wish to live every day just for you.
To tell, that I love - It doesn't mean so.
To tell: I'll forgive - It doesn't fell so.
Leaving you now - I know that I can.
You broke my heart. And what will be than?
I wanted to cry now, but have with friends fun.
I couldn't forget your eyes full of sun.
You have another, but you are still my.
You are so nice, but why do you lie.
You miss me strongly, so madly you miss,
You want to give me a wonderful kiss.
In your life for moment was there no sense.
Please, take my hand, I'll give you my strength.
I will not leave you. NEVER I WILL.
I love you stronger. FOREVER I WILL."
Nastia Lisovskaia
Received: November 16, 2008
The world of your dream
You have never been in the country,
Where real world is a sleep,
Where you can always keep
All your thought and all your need.
Every day and every morning
You will wake up in the spring
And, of course, you will be keen
On the different peace of dream.
Everything is fairy tale,
And the end will never come,
All, you know, have ever swum
In the ocean of the fun.
The attention of the nature
Is for people and for you,
See: you smile, you live too,
It’s the happiness, it’s the truth.
It’s the country, fairy tale,
Here you have never been,
And, I hope, you’ll ever see
All your thought and all your dream.
Andrei M
Received: November 17, 2008
9/11
Through the stares of the amateur tapes,
Through the mesh of the fire escapes,
Through the shroud of the smoky drapes
Creeps the day upon New York City.
From the land with hate for a flag
Came a gang into Brobdingnag,
Proved that all the weaponry lag
Far behind the lack of self-pity.
On security checks and sweeps
For a moment history slips,
Someone takes it and promptly dips
Into vengeance for better traction.
Dear all, don’t we know the drill:
Blows the wind and re-spins the mill,
And the grinding fulfills the thrill
Of a shattering chain reaction.
Not a wall will remain intact,
And the towers that stood erect
Now perform their final act,
Thinly spreading the human butter.
News is back to the climate shift,
Death is safer, Jonathan Swift,
Than the shores, along which they drift-
The restless genes of Mohammad Atta…
Natalia Puzikova
Received: November 17, 2008
My friend
You’re always in my heart.
There is no light when we’re apart.
I have a hope you’ll stay with me
Because you mean so much, you see.
Our friendship isn’t just a lie
You know my thoughts. I can’t deny
That I feel happy when you’re here.
I’ll be your sun when it’s not clear.
There’s a rare smile when you are gone
Because you often make me strong.
I still remember how you laugh.
I hope your life is not so tough.
My friend We’ll never be apart
When there’s no sun, I’ll be your light.
Rita Ramazanova
Received: November 18, 2008
The Innermost
I'm looking in your eyes anew,
But they can't tell me anything, (as you).
They tell me nothing, which I'd like to hear –
The winter of your heart inside
Continues winter from outside.
While snow is lying on the roofs,
No one can present any proofs
To make my feelings disappear.
I'm looking in the sky anew:
It is too cloudy, gloomy (but are you?)
You can not understand what I feel now;
As I wish you to see; and how I wish you to embrace+ Night+ Shine of stars+ I close my eyes - anew my tear runs.
I want recall lot more;
I can not fall asleep;
I don't cry anymore;
And now feel only grief.
Because I know: we will not meet (it's pity!)
But dawn will come; a sleepy city Sinks into solar beams.
I promise: here - won't be tears!
I know: you dream of someone else.
Remember everything, that mind tells:
Night+ road+ moonlight+ We're together
And nobody, except us, now is present,
Then nobody could us prevent.
Again I should all this forget.
I can not+ The strange dream dreams me:
You. I. Your house. Night. Silence. We are free!
Free from commitments. Free in feelings,
Free in the happiness and willings!
You have embraced me+ I've suddenly got up.
There are no tears;
New tale will be made up.
The sky foretold that evening nothing.
Strange meet+ She didn't notice him (unordinary thing).
She had recalled him - thoughts had gone away.
Alarm had silently concerned her heart.
She had turned back - she saw him (luck?)
She doesn't know what to say.
Familiar silhouette had disappeared beyond turn.
It's trifle: year lasts three hundred years' term.
But he is not with her and with her dream.
The heavens have congealed and rain let fall teardrops.
Heart aches, he stands again and waits for words.
Only her eyes shout in the wake of him:
"It's me! How you can't recognize.
It's me! All has repeated twice.
Don't leave! I ask you to turn back.
May whole life be acute lack?"
Why every time, when you are flying up,
Then something holds you, you aren't running up.
You don't know, how love to keep - it's secret,
Say "goodbye" unliterally, see at
This mysterious, forbidden book,
Try to read it, and just look.
I wish to whisper but who'll hear me.
I wish to shout more silently, like shade to be.
My will is strong, but who'll believe it.
For ages nobody trusts tears - I forgive it.
I wish to kindle chains by tear.
Rain cries, I cry just now and here.
We will begin at first just all above,
And whole life for us is short to say "I love!"
Veronika Garbovskaya
Received: November 19, 2008
A WISH
I asked for strength
And God gave me difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for wisdom
And God gave me problems to solve.
I asked for prosperity
And God gave me brain and brawn to work.
I asked for courage
And God gave me danger to overcome.
I asked for love
And God gave me troubled people to help.
I asked for favours
And God gave me opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted
I received everything I needed.
Anastasia Leonova
Received: November 19, 2008
Don’t worry! Be happy!
If your day was mad,
And you became sad;
Look at me, I am happy,
Don’t worry! Be happy!
Give your smile,
Change your style;
It’s important for people,
And ever if they’re little.
Listen to music every day ,
And sorrows will drive away;
Look at me, I am happy,
Don’t worry! Be happy!
Nastia Dubrovshchick
Received: November 19, 2008
Earth is a home for me and you
I can not see a big difference between you and me
You have the same figure as me
I can tell that I'm completely different from you
But there is no any difference at you
Blood which runs through our body is red
Air we breath in and out is great
Only difference I see is the place on Earth
I live in the east and you live in the west
We are all relatives with you
Earth is a home for me and you
Tom Nave
Guess Who's Back
I get only few minutes to bounce,
I have not got a magic stick, all I need is load drums...
So here it comes, guess who's back?
The 17 years old juvenile represents Belarus in this track!
Take a second to listen, just to get recognition,
Just try to put yourself in my position with true vision.
Listen to the sound of me and my heart through this pen,
My whole childhood I was made to believe I was a superman.
I'm supposed to say "peace" to all my brothers and sisters,
Every day we learn how to survive in this world without help of ministers!
Whatever it takes to make a stand,
Just let our spirits live on to help you and my friend!
Much love to those people who respect the Hip-Hop,
Hip-Hop more than music, it is a poetry that gets lyrics to shock.
That's why you see me walking around,
There is some things on my mind you can't find!!!
Igor Demeshkevich
Received: November 19, 2008
I WANT TO BE A MILLIONAIRE
I want to be a millionaire and travel around the world,
Meet lots of people and saving the hungry world.
Saving lots of people about to starve to death;
I’m sure they’d survive by the money that I gave?
Later, then I would move to a big old castle
Eating lots of honey, making lots of laughter.
Relax, relax and so I peep.
Good day, goodnight, and so I sleep.
Ekaterina Sakovich
Received: November 19, 2008
JUST...
Just a little wish
Just a little love for my tiny soul
Just a little courage to achieve my goal
Just a little time to learn to live
Just a little wisdom to take and give
Just a little house to pass my life
Just a little art to make it nice
Just a little car to move around
Just a little success to make my future sound
Just a little friend to care for me
Just a little freedom to feel free
Maria Volk
Received: November 19, 2008
Life
Life it’s minutes and years.
Prevalence of hate or love.
All in life depend on us…
It’s man’s main ruff.
Life like tune of violin,
Beautiful, unpredictable.
Fiddler there — you, my darling.
Only you to create a fate capable.
Sometimes I’m close my eyes,
And want to hear a wonderful song…
But my heart turned into ice,
I’m missing — I’m along.
Where are you, my darling?
Help me, melt my soul.
Teach me play violin
Love me! That is all…
Anastasia Usenko
Received: November 19, 2008
Love Story
Author:
“She lived in a small flat over the shop.
She loved only one boy that played in rock-group.
It begins like a sweet tail but it won’t be like that.
And it seems that you can’t hope for a “happy end”…
He looked at her every day,
She made fun of him.
He wanted to walk her way.
But she couldn’t win”.
She:
“It's so hard to believe
Broken heart doesn't breath
I rave only your name
I die… I cry… I shame…
I swallowed all one hears,
I had to do without tears,
I didn't starve so much.
I want to feel your touch.
Every day I think of you,
I search for meeting too.
But you can't be with me,
Because you’re dead for me.
But…
If I look you in the eye
I swear I’ll die…
If I see your pretty smile
It’s all that I desire”.
Author:
“The story is big enough to tell it for you,
I shouldn’t begin with it because it’s not true.
Forgive me for this mistakes
I’ll correct this full lie,
Wait for good fairytales and believe in big life”.
Julia Kurjan
Received: November 19, 2008
What is Life?
Life is a mystery,
One yet to be solved.
It goes back to ancient history,
From the time that man evolved.
Life is a many splendoured thing,
Abundant joys and sorrows it will bring.
Many a thing we find hard to do,
On the test of life we can pass them through.
Life is a path
With not always a clear sky.
Sometimes we laugh, sometimes we cry.
Life is a test .
For every human being.
It will never rest,
Till a clear sky is seen.
Life is precious
As precious as gold.
It cannot be bought,
It cannot be sold.
Artem Eihart
Received: November 23, 2008
I love rhythmic poetry because it makes me free,
I love my nearest and dearest and they inspire me.
I’m walking in the hood, in a good mood,
I’m walking and enjoying, my feelings as a flood.
It’s sleets in the streets, drops like beats.
I catch up on rhyming, my soul is flying.
I’m praying to my god for the life in my blood,
But this lyrics doesn’t matter if you don’t want to be better.
Matter of fact, listen to the words,
Fight for the experience, not for the awards.
Choose and lead your line, try not to be spectators.
Sky gives us a sign,
But we forget that we are actors.
The main goal to achieve, I have to succeed,
My mind is ready to absorb the right seed.
I’ll make a tremor of my enemy but not with weapon,
The planet is too fragile to turn your malice on.
Be pleased for your enemies and they’ll become your friends,
Praise your friends and they’ll become your brothers.
Reflect the hatred, absorb the love,
Keep all in rate and try to be above.
Victoria Krazhova
Received: November 23, 2008
I shall give you a ring
No sooner than spring begins.
And all I’m going to say,
“I wonna you to stay”.
I want to be forgiven.
Just you can be the reason
Of feelings in my heart.
We can’t just be apart.
My deeds just break the camel’s back
But you can start to scream or to attack.
And anyway I will survive
Because this is unfair life.
There is no just in our world.
For me your being is award.
I hang in the balance without you.
I crazy a bit about you.
So when I give you a ring
Do not chop and change. Just agree.
Victoria Krazhova
Received: November 23, 2008
Time goes too fast.
I feel a blast.
What would you give
To live?
What would you give
To live your life?
And if you really will survive
What do you want to receive?
What would you want to receive from God?
Just bread and salt?
- Oh no – But what?
What would you change
In our world
Whether you have a chance
And what for? Just look around
Just try to see
You can’t just be
And stand on the ground
You have to change this life
To ban all drugs and lie,
To chase away all the fears,
To dry all the worlds tears.
Of course, you can’t do it all
But try. I know you won’t fall
At the beginning.
Just try
And soon you’ll be really high.
Try to find the problems’ solutions.
You’ll come to the right conclusion.
And do not try to give up
Because time will hurry up
Nataly Fedchenko
Received: November 23, 2008
In search of an ideal world
So many talks about an ideal world,
So many suppositions and predictions
It seems to be so close, but otherwise so far
The more we talk about it, the more we get suspicious
If it exists…
We doubt…
What if it’s only our imagination?
It’s personal, and each of us has got our own world,
To rest our mind in and to escape restrictions though, leaders, many times have tried to apply their own dream to many generations.
None succeeded, it’s unreal to fulfill
But the attempts resulted in injustice, contradictions.
The problem is: we don’t learn from the mistakes of others
And every time start from scratch with the negation..
Of previous events,
of previous experience,
of previous mistakes….
And where’s that person, that’ll shout:“Stop”
That’ll convince us of the need to change, that’ll lead our people to love, to harmony and life without rage it’s high time people got together to correct mistakes of the past –
The only way to give the mankind chances to win the “race” against their vices
Is unifying countries, cultures, economies, intentions to have a better life to see a better world for it is us who are the makers of our common future
And all of us must make a change
Not sitting back imprisoned
By our sins…
The hints are clear..
Well,
It means –
We’re the ones to make the choice
Ksenia Derkach
Received: November 24, 2008
I’m the girl
Who does not give a damn
But I like to be spoken about.
I do all I want and I can
Be extraordinary shocking
Well, I’m so strange
I’m a bit insane.
But I don’t want to change
Anything.
That’s my gain.
Maybe I’m just afraid of this world,
Maybe I’m so rude and so bold,
I think that I’m hated.
But I know that’s full stuff
And I look at the sky,
That is bright.
And I know what is love,
What is happiness, the sun and the light.
Well, I know and I feel so secure
I want to live and to smile
And to learn something new more and more.
And I’ll do it in my old style.
Victoria Krazhova
Received: November 24, 2008
The Winter Tango
I’m dancing the tango
With falling snow.
It’s fabulous snow
It’s really hot tango.
I won’t fall on the ground
Snow keeps me in arms
And a strange feeling comes
To my heart, to my mind.
The winter tango keeps
Me in a good mood.
Winter never sleeps
And I wish I could.
We whirl together.
I want it to stay forever.
I wish this dance never stopped
Again and again I set up.
Anna Obodova
Received: November 24, 2008
I am the Woman
Today the world is upside-down,
And different things can happen.
Some people wear an imaginary crown,
With a repulsive look:"I am better".
There is a kind of human creatures,
Who act like fickle wind.
They don`t have any striking features,
Their only aim in life is to mint.
The Universe is going mad today,
And nothing seems can stop it.
Some change their life becoming gay,
Some women want to be emancipated.
It seems that male and female beings
Decided to exchange their roles.
Now man is weak with very wounded feelings, And woman`s stong and tries to make her goales.
To watch how touchy man-like creatures,
Spend hours polishing their nails.
I can`t do it because my heart me teaches That man must be like a prince from fairy-tails.
He must be handsome, brave and very strong, With loving heart and witty mind.
He must have sense of humour and not to be a King Kong...
I dream about such perfect prince to find.
Oh, Fate, you like to make me very often bend, Because I`m very strong and optimistic woman.
But don`t be cruel and ,please, try to understand:
I want to a weak but main part of a WellOff man.
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