Somewhere Over the Rainbow #28 With Prats in our hearts - Page 92

Good morning friends. Have a nice day. Our Nado with her lovely words and one more great poem from that wonderful poet Antic smiled in the corridors of our CC today. Agree with Vibha's words, we have no idea how many great literary expressions are there in every language, but because of the language barrier, we are unable to read those thoughts of such great poets. Because of our Nado we got this chance to read these great literary works/ words. Really grateful to you Nado .🤗🤗🤗

Originally posted by: vibraj

M. Antic would have penned a poem on the dilemma of the Confused Strawberry!😃

Hello friends 😊

Originally posted by: vibraj

M. Antic would have penned a poem on the dilemma of the Confused Strawberry!😃

😆 Yes, it would probably be, another great poem.

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

Good morning friends. Have a nice day. Our Nado with her lovely words and one more great poem from that wonderful poet Antic smiled in the corridors of our CC today. Agree with Vibha's words, we have no idea how many great literary expressions are there in every language, but because of the language barrier, we are unable to read those thoughts of such great poets. Because of our Nado we got this chance to read these great literary works/ words. Really grateful to you Nado .🤗🤗🤗

Hello Madi. 🤗

I'm glad to share with you these beautiful songs. There aren't many left, which have been translated.

Epilogue

The waterfall has beard like L.N.Tolstoj.

That’s

actually

the morning, foaming itself and unfurling the rainbow

I’ve confessed to a woman

That life is something simple inside of me,

– but it’s not all that simple.

I thought I’d go straight

until I turn into a ruler,

but they’ve found me in a circle.

They’d found me after roaming

fallen from screaming to whispering.

October is gone.

Between trees’ legs it slowly begins to smell of moisture

and blood.

The street is getting wet, for the last time, in the raw sun.

Sit beside me for a minute, like next to a grave.

A minute of silence for my deceased rosiest ages.

Sit beside me for a minute

You see: I’m good again.

Behind my ear, there’s a hardened shaft of curdled defeat

like on an executed deserter.

A great gold carriage has flown

through our numb eyes,

– and we haven’t saved it.

Something young neighed on our lips and withered

Bitter from laughing and sweet from crying.

After all, allow me to

write a letter to a distant young lady,

just a bit nostalgic,

the way that senile retired admirals write

to the surviving crew of a sunk destroyer.

Miss,

I’ll say,

Miss,

it’s all,

it’s all,

it’s all over.

In this place, dead flowers

are sold poured into perfume bottles.

And everything is,

everything is,

everything is peaceful

as if the wind never slapped the row of trees

and meddled with the window.

Miss,

I will say,

this Autumn,

as frigid as a tourist with a Scandinavian passport,

the fact that I’m suddenly gray, doesn’t mean that I’m white.

You were the only one to completely feed my hunger

with the little flesh and dream.

Only you were satiated by the little of my nails

and palms.

I wish your future sons would inherit the tone of my voice

and your daughters would carry my sadness in silk vests.

I wish you’d save my most splendid heights

on the horizontals of your worst

and that you’d carry my eyes through the silence of strange

eyes

and apartments,

and my October through all strange Aprils..

This is not a confession.

This is worse than a prayer.

One thousand times since this morning, I love you like in the

old times.

One thousand times since this morning, I’m coming back to you.

One thousand times I’m, again, worried

about you, lost in the whirlpool of geographic maps,

about you, handed out like posters to who knows what kind

of people.

Am I still the unit by which you define who hurts you

and how naked the others were before you, the unit by which

you know who’s grabbing you

and who’s paying you?

Am I still among all those lives of yours

the little piece of the bluest sky in your chest

and of the bloodiest honeycomb?

Here, where I am

the days taste like beer and boredom.

Rain sometimes drops

strangely,

serene.

I have no will neither to live nor to kill myself.

I’m completely like a boat that wanders around with no crew

and doesn’t want to erase,

from his eye, something vain,

something deceased,

something tender.

Maybe it’s good for you to know:

after you, women have no right to imagine anything. Once

upon a time – the first novice in the republic,

today – I can lift dropped socks

to the mother of God herself

disguised in dignity.

All of my tenderness still sleeps at your doorstep

like the little yellow dogs

on wet,

swollen,

black tits of Mrs Bitch.

I’m completely indrawn, from mucous membrane to the soul.

These 32 teeth still sob love only for you, like they used to

and still hum the same way.

You surely understand me:

it’s all,

it’s all

it’s all over.

I’m shuddery drunk

and empty

and alone.

Sometimes someone comes along to love me and take care

of me,

someone to whom I show all of your road signs

leading to my hothead.

Don’t ever tell anyone

but I,

being the one to know the least about happiness,

would like to give a bit of clumsy happiness to that someone

new

and while the trees are dying and the wind is stepping on the

leaves

I’d like that someone to feel good in the name of a certain

aorist of my love

and of the past perfect tense.

Maybe you wont believe it:

I’m done with hotels and didn’t even notice.

All hotels somehow have the same story

and beds in the rooms smile at me in the same way.

All the doormen worry in the same way

a bit friendly when we tell them goodnight.

All the doormen worry in that same way,

I swear,

as if they know about us.

There’s nothing more I’d like to tell you

Drunk from coldness, the Saturday night stumbles around.

The clocks have, long ago, played taps.

There’s really nothing further I’d like to tell you

maybe only that you’re still the most beautiful medal

from the most beautiful war in which they amputated my

heart.

Miss,I wasn’t just ordinarily,

in a high school kind of way, infatuated

Everything inside me, down to my soles, was mined.

By the way,

I’ve remembered:

love is the sweetest only in the cries

given to the first ones.

Therefore, allow me to smile

this Autumn, because of something inside me,

a bit secretly

through tears,

a bit out of style

me, your most gentle stallion among poets,

me, your most ruthless poet among stallions.

M Antic

Padmaja is not here today. I hope everything is ok.

I wish you a happy new day. 🤗

Good morning!

Wonderful poem again, Nado, very sensitive and so meaningful!⭐️

Yes, where is Padma, hope it is only some connectivity issue and all is well with her. Or could be that she was busy.

Hope all well with everyone, in your corner of the world, be happy always!

Good morning friends. Have a nice day.

While removing the pulp from wood apple , i hurt my little finger , it was a deep cut, flesh came out and veins were cut , i can see the bone part , blood didn't stop till now, called the doctor, to get tts and painkiller and antibiotic shots. typing with one hand, it seems I am going through a bad phase. no need to worry, a bit discomfort for a few days , that's all. nado , will read the poem later and write to you . love you all.

Originally posted by: Viswasruti

Good morning friends. Have a nice day.

While removing the pulp from wood apple , i hurt my little finger , it was a deep cut, flesh came out and veins were cut , i can see the bone part , blood didn't stop till now, called the doctor, to get tts and painkiller and antibiotic shots. typing with one hand, it seems I am going through a bad phase. no need to worry, a bit discomfort for a few days , that's all. nado , will read the poem later and write to you . love you all.

Oh my God, how accident prone are you!😲This sounds so gory and terrible, got goosebumps while reading it. Please take proper medications and rest a bit, never mind if you are not online, do not type with one hand, take good care of yourself!🤗I am still in a state of shock, please attend well to your wound.