wtorek, 5 listopada 2013

Remember, remember, the fifth of November
Remember the Ides of March
Remember Dallas one Friday
Remember the blow, fire, ember


Away with mad kings and tyrants
Away with cuddling violence
Having bloodily got rid of opponents
No word of hatred left but dead black silence

wtorek, 1 października 2013

sycamore



under the sycamore tree
blisters don't hurt no more
paths that lead to the quay
ideas that go to a drawer
rebels will deaden sense
nightmares surpass the deed
estimate your expense
sycamore tree will concede




under the sycamore tree
dreamed ones are rulers and
never intend to flee
till one sinks in vain sand
rebels will deaden sense
nightmares surpass the deed
estimate your expense
sycamore tree will concede


under the sycamore tree
bodies will melt and shrink
trapped in mad reeling plea
kith and kin will lip sync
rebels will deaden sense
nightmares surpass the deed
estimate your expense
sycamore tree will concede

czwartek, 19 września 2013

Shower Sprinkles



Shower sprinkles, shower sprinkles in windows when leaves fall,

Cadence whispers in unison, drops chatter unalterable,

Lavish drizzle falls and patters on my crying panes…

Glass moan… glass mourning… the crystal melts in haze

And sluggish grey beam will trickle or crawl…

Shower sprinkles, shower sprinkles in windows when leaves fall…



translated from Leopold Staff

czwartek, 5 września 2013

ELAPSED



Elapsed


I’m fixing my curriculum
Though prospects are nebulous
Can I kill more birds with one stone?
My stakes seem tenebrous

Vaporous progress drags me back
The clock withdrew its hands
The cup cries out for coffee
Denies more hasty demands

The world is prone to war
I’m leaving through back door

When the phone refuses to cry
As if for a long bank holiday
I’m excavating my life swirls
Shall I step back? I’m afraid.

Typing lines on t’guitar string
Has always been my pick
Now tap dance of my fingers
Needs a firm walking stick

The world is prone to war
I’m leaving through back door

Detecting little earthquakes causes dizziness
Perpetual change could be fate’s bitchiness

czwartek, 1 sierpnia 2013

In Memory Of Those Who Fought In Warsaw In August 1944 And On

 
"Day or night - mother, father - I'll withstand
in cracking blaster, me, soldier, poet, dust of time that closes
I'll go - taken after you: no fear though death at hand,
 on, carrying bunches of cravings like those of burned roses"
translated from:
K. K. Baczyński
tranlsated on 1st August, 69 years after Warsaw Uprising broke out
"Dzień czy noc - matko, ojcze - jeszcze ustoję
w trzaskawicach palb, ja, żołnierz, poeta, czasu kurz.
Pójdę dalej - to od was mam: śmierci się nie boję,
dalej niosąc naręcza pragnień jak spalonych róż."

środa, 31 lipca 2013

 






under the sycamore tree
blisters don't hurt no more
paths that lead to the quay
ideas that go to a drawer
rebels will deaden sense
nightmares surpass the deed
estimate your expense
sycamore tree will concede


środa, 24 lipca 2013

maroon beads dropping
on the keys
my nose
unsecurely seeking
a squeegee
i need to wipe out
the sense of bootlessness
and go bare-foot
through embers of good advice
pizzazz is leaving me
both my ends dripping
looking for a trowel
to lay images from my head
to lay down seeing red

czwartek, 18 lipca 2013

life and other shit
what is where i'm bound to be
why not there
doing what
so down to earth 
like never before
treading heat
looking out for a change of fleet
sticky keys
i'm typing my bread
nobody sees
you don't understand
































sobota, 4 maja 2013

Life of Sadness


Scaling the sadness
Expecting what time could do
And never look forward to gladness
Cos no-one will stand by you
I'm hoping coping melting smelting
The future
How can I make headway
Hold up, break bad day
The test will start
Keep me apart
Until one dawn
Won't be alone
Or will be still
Got no will
Have my pride undone
Yet striding my mind gliding
Caressing thoughts
Undoing knots
My life
Begins and
Will never end


Lyrics commissioned by a friend

wtorek, 30 kwietnia 2013

Challenge 2 (30) / Latte


30. That's All, Folks

Write a poem where something (big or small, abstract or concrete) comes to an end.


At the beginning the initial
Signed with a frothy topping
So flawless that
Almost untouchable
Going deeper things aren't so light
It gets darker and darker
But one indulges in sipping
Sometimes finds another
Essence or spirit
The moment so endless
A pure power for veins
Yet it must reach a stop
All will approach the bottom
Unless one terminates
Leaving their apetite 
In the state of misery
Whaterver you do
Sticky smudges on the glass
Mark the end of the tasty break


Na początku inicjał
Zapisany piankowym czubkiem
Tak nieskazitelny, że
Niemal nietykalny
Schodząc niżej nie jest tak lekko
Robi sie coraz ciemniej
Ale oddając się popijaniu
Czasem znajduje się inną
Spirytualna esencję
Niekończący się moment
Czysta moc dla tętnic
A jednak, osiągnie kres
Wszystko dosięgnie dna
Chyba, że ktoś przerwie
Pozostawiając apetyt
W stanie niedoli
Cokolwiek zrobisz
Klejące smugi na szkle
Znaczą koniec smakowitej ucieczki

Challenge 2 (29) / Prosaic


29. BEING PROSAIC
Write a prose poem.

These days life's the most imminent. The way to work fragrant of blossom, which, sadly, descends after two days of teasing nostrils. It is soon replaced by juicy grass, silly leaves madly unfolding their damp surfaces to the sun, or just winds coating my forehead like furry hat, though. Some days before I stupmed upon lumps of muddy soil, the scarf choking my throat, unable to believe that this miraculous gift will win over the oblivion of trees. But there I am, walking, legs some decade younger refuse to carry me depressionward, blusterously mocking the gravity. Smell, sight, touch, hearing, I'm even able to taste life in bloom when I stick out the tongue. I keep it out, regardless how many passers-by will reveal their sardonic faces. Let them laugh - I choose life.



niedziela, 28 kwietnia 2013

Challenge 2 (28) / Twitter Status 1


28. TWEET TWEET Write a poem that’s less than 140 characters. If you’re on Twitter, tweet it!


Accomplishments
Like fortune's boughs
Endowed with some
See with astonishment
As mountain bows
For you to crumb

Challenge 2 (27) / Earring


27. THAT THING
Spend some time with an object you feel connected to. Write a poem using the object to construct an extended metaphor. For more about extended metaphor:http://bit.ly/xSuQbw.

Precious Vevka's earring
The grey oxidised cloak
Hides more than a thing
A wire wrapped around
A wire that smothers
Another silver in a frown
A value so unique
A beauty so transitory
That you can easily skip
And finally the core
A pure stone, child of nature
No need to want any more

I hang from my life's ear
Astonising and complex
While being simple and clear



sobota, 27 kwietnia 2013

Challenge 2 (26) / Red




26. CUT & PASTE
Circle all the verbs in a magazine article. Use as many of them as you can to construct a poem. Title your poem with the article's title.




BETTER RED THAN DEAD
Having warned him
They settled down in sofas
The lobby's so cool
Air conditioning has become
To work properly
All he wants is to disappear
Reduce the amount of air
He occupies but can't move
They, carrying the arms
Inherited, not chosen
Got to govern life and death
Mixing are and have
And he'd never considered
Giving in to them but
Must meet their expectations
What apperared a game
Having evolved in a match
Is becoming a vow
More severe than 
When marrying someone
If he only were
Able to solve it anyway
Should he last or perish?
Are they capable of causing 
Anything that matters?
Who will see if he gets
What he didn't deserve?
Red blood isn't his
Who's dead?



"BETTER RED THAN DEAD
have got are becoming have warned mixing reduce become are disappear last were considered choose ismarrying can move get see work has solved evolved apperared had settled govern cause must inherit carrying meet having"

piątek, 26 kwietnia 2013

Challenge 2 (25) / Form (Where are the Winds)


Form (Where are the Winds)

How many years must have passed
To sort out some things that last
Those should have gone away though
Many, many moons ago
How many wrinkles must come
To understand that it's far and done
Can I keep up with the river's flow
Or rather give up and let it go?

Where are the winds that carry my thoughts away?
Go ahead, my hands, feel and caress the clay
Until you form a better me
And I'll put my mind into it and make you see

How many strings must break up
Until I see the bottom of the cup
With no links no vest no boat
I still feel that I can float
How many cries must have gone
How many sighs before the dawn
To give up trying to let go free
Or rather keep it and make you see

Where are the winds that carry my thoughts away?

Go ahead, my hands, feel and caress the clay
Until you form a better me
And I'll put my mind into it and make you see 

unconquerability, unpredictability, impossibility, undefinability, 
shall I question their attractiveness?
... shall I turn to vanity instead?... diminish...
 find joy in plain matters?

How many men must have passed

To take in it never lasts
But when at last I make you see
Stand by me and never flee

Where are the winds that carry my thoughts away?
Go ahead, my hands, feel and caress the clay
Until you form a better me
And I'll put my mind into it and make you see


Today's task was: 

Write a poem inspired by a YouTube video. If you share your poem, be sure to share the link to the video that inspi…

I tried to make up sth. new, but my muse has gone for a walk, so.... David Bowie... This man has inspired me for a while

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbpMpRq6DV4

Love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress, satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wild is the wind, wild is the wind
You touch me,
I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know, you're life itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures in the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
 and this song, as well as the video, inspired this poem above last summer... Enjoy.

czwartek, 25 kwietnia 2013

Challenge 2 (24) / Waiting For Magnolia


24. THINKING OUT LOUD
Instead of writing a poem, compose it out loud. Use a tape recorder, your smartphone, or have someone else write it down for you. Don’t over think it! Spend no more than 15 minutes “writing.”


Waiting for magnolia
To bloom
I count down
The needles
Love Respect Hate
Love Respect Hate
And when the last needle
Is down
There comes the summer
And awareness
Is a bug dwelling in the bud?
Shall I learn it soon?
Let me grate my illussions
Should I sow them
And wait for the next year
To come?
Sould I care less?
Summer's coming 
I'm not sad




Czekając na magnolię
Żeby rozkwitła
Odliczam
Igły
Kocha Szanuje Nienawidzi
Kocha Szanuje Nienawidzi
A kiedy ostatnia igła
Poleci w dół
Nadchodzi lato
I świadomość
Czy robal zamieszkuje pączek?
Dowiem się tego szybko?
Niech zetrę na wiór moje iluzje
Czy powinnam zasiać je
I czekać na następny rok
Aż nadejdzie?

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