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Bernard's Writing To Esther By Vera Polozkova Translation

Bernard is writing Esther: "I have a family, a nice shed,
I always take the lead and have never in life been lead.
In the mornings I walk Jess, at night I drink rum, eat bread
But when I see you - can hardly breathe as if I'm already dead."

Bernard is writing Esther: “I have a pond nearby,
Children run there to swim, but often lie
That to swim. I’ve seen it all – Singapore from bird’s eye
From Iceland fjords to Somaly ore plies
But if you are taken away from me – I would die.”

Bernard is writing: "Income, finances, audit,
Jeep with a driver, stereo sound with voice of Edith,
And a thirty percent discount at favorite bar -
I can drink with no cards or cash or credit.
If you look me in the eye - God's staring from afar."

Bernard is writing Esther: "I'm forty eight like others of beau monde who are bald,
I recall who I am with help of visas, passport and driver's license - I'm old.
Flooded trench pit, nuclear grave digger scolds,
Subordinates like ninepins - I count their heads
But if words were also a currency,
Then you're out of my word league, flag of red."

“My little girl, you are just as beautiful as Banshee,
You’ve come to tell me I’ll die but not yet and not she.
Don’t write me, Esther, please don’t write. You’ll see
It's that I would not possess enough soul,
My old tired soul has been savaged by me.”

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Let It Be That By Vera Polozkova Translation

Let it be that - we are simply disconnected
And all of it that was before is now neglected.
Just as in an international call
And I'll stop knowing what you whisper all
Over her right ear, 
Petting her mere
Hair. Listening to the cheerful imps 
Of your disturbing thoughts. A glimpse.
And recognizing every rustle
Around you. A twitching muscle. 
Here's the sound of keys jingling,
Here are her fingers mingling
With your fringe, here's the wind strangled in the curtains,
The load of memories it burdens...
Sms beep, the block is off,
The parquetry squeaks yet the steps are easy,
Flick of a lighter and that's it - the tone. How cheesy...

And I'll stay a bit in the telephone booth 
Reciting poems of my youth.
Awaiting for the firing of invisible squadrons in my temples to cease.
Oh would I ever feel the ease?
Of simple being, I'm happy as old colonel Frehley
Who died with a reciever in his hand.

Let it be that as if it's five years past.
And we are all steady here at last.
We're not as booming with the decibels,
But we're worth a 1000 for a ticket.
There might as well be time for cricket. 
We are working like real men,
Making money as easy as trimming a bush. We stem. 
We're not giving our minds any downtime.
What's mine is mine.
And I am aware of what I am worth.
It doesn't matter that nobody is willing to pay the price.
We run in circles just like mice. 
We meet and knock back three 
Glasses of Chilean semi dry and you look at me.
And then you say "I am pround of you, Polozkova!"
But no - nothing breaks inside me.

That August we were still drinking outside
And you were wearing 
My jacket - we are joking, singing and smoking...
Probably you never knew that from that night on you 
Become the protagonist of my hysterics and mimes. All anew.
One day we'll recall this -
And wouldn't be able to believe it ourselves...

Let it be that my vim and naughtiness 
Are back; My slouch and flabbiness 
Are gone; And nothing's beating me inside
No pain within me would reside.
And there's no need to write 
My poems. How can I ignite?

Let it be that I don't sob hoarsely with every chorus
Just like a dyed-haired singer with little morals. 

How nice that you're sitting 
In front of the screen and thinking 
That you're reading 
Of somebody else.

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New York

Each single morning on my way to work
I fantasize what happens in New York
If I were to spend a long weekend there.
I'd ask you out of the blue, not despair.

Once passionate lovers, can we be friends?
No regrets, hesitations or amends.
Where do we meet? The hotel? The lobby?
I spot you. Elegant, somewhat snobby.

How do I greet you and what do I say?
Hi dear... soul mate. Missed you dearly? In may
Decided to fly out to NY and meet.
By then I will figure out how to greet 

You and not feel awkward. Oh how dorky.
You'll play along. You're a little quirky. 
Just enough to find you so exotic.
You grew mustache with tint of quixotic 

Cervantes look and easy Spanish feel. 
Hey Danny! What is the bloody big deal?
Are we just friends. Are we also lovers?
Let's go upstairs and dive deep in covers!

I was in love but I cannot resist
Your sweat, smile. I really do insist!
It's just beyond me. Your hair, torso, mist,
Your shoulders, fingers, buttocks, it's your gist.

What a miserable challenge we faced!
Day after day we tango, I'm amazed.
Manhattan, landmark of Times Square, Broadway.
Home I learn I am two weeks late. Hurray! 

The first day we most certainly behave.
We drink a lot of coffee and I rave
About you, NY, delight of sightseeing.
I feel as if it was all worth being

So depressed, heavily stressed months ago.
With you I feel like Marilyn Monroe,
Have never ever felt like this, I swear.
Sweet-talk me and make love to me, I dare!

You take and hold my skinny shaking hand.
Do as I will say, it is my demand!
Your sharp mind, pretty body I possess.
Our New York trip turns out a huge success!

List of emailed fantasies we fulfill,
I tremble and shake as if on treadmill.
Simplest of ever changing life's pleasures,
Not in green US dollars does it measure.

At night it's time to head out to ballet:
We enjoy, chit-chat, sip on Chardonnay.
We walk back, temperature is awesome.
You make me peak ten times so I blossom.

I stare at you as you glow and beckon.
How late is it, so what do you reckon?
Hear you, feel you, scan you, have ambition.
Tasted loving with no inhibition.

I dream of you. You are here. Take me rough!
You read my mind, our eyes meet and you cough,
Signaling end of dining and way out
Retrieving the directions of the route

That would take us back to our simple room,
Oftentimes New York just resembles "Doom"!
A yellow cab pulls over to the curb.
There's a sign on our door. "Do not disturb"...

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Goa By Vera Polozkova Translation

Those go to Goa who are due
And wired like you and a little screwed,
And inclined to obesity -
Explorers of electricity

The ground smells rich with leaves of tea,
Your footprint on the beach is a seal.
Silence seminar's aimed, weaved
Just for those who were summoned to plead.

Such a coordinate system
Where east is west and where north is south.
Lime, grapes, pomegranate - here listen! -
Are creating inside you a mouth.

My height determines the shadow,
Pulse is dictating shore break with shells.
Today is that day of mellow
When you are finally born as self.

Here you go, an alphabet, dear
And here you go - a whole new planet.
God's pretending he never met
You and that He is not in fact here.

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Apple By Vera Polozkova Translation

Try eating an apple without this hurling
Little sigh of yours concerning
The fact that society's sick to its core
And that your soul is so damn sore.

Without pondering, contemplating whether
This perspective and this wheather
Would make a nice or the gretest shot with him
And not considering his whims -

That's what would make a real nice charm.
So be with this yummy apple from this farm,
With its scarlet side and pearl flesh
Instead of a debate with self or a thrash.

How's eating it? Is taste flowing? 
How's the first minute of your freedom going?
How do you like this pure, honest
Statement of Mother Nature this still August?

It's great here, right? Having overcome
Triad obstacles and as you stare into the sun,
Seeing flaws of rationality.
Can't eat an apple? Don't start with spirutiality...

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Tinderella

We live in some ironic times.
I am surrounded by men of every sort.
Instead I choose my useless rhymes.
Why that is? They simply do not want to court!

The practice of courtship is dead,
As much as the whole institute of marriage.
Hard to wrap it around my head,
I want no stupid pumpkin as my carriage!

I posess some princess dresses,
Long earrings, stockings, lace and, of course, high heels.
Environment's too aggressive.
On the way my carriage lost all of its wheels.

I long to be Cinderella!
Every girl dreams of that from an early age.
I was mocked as tinderella.
Please, do not lock me up in a golden cage!

Take me to some Michelin dining.
Surprise me, interest me, give me romance!
I will be your all. No wining!
Only then you would really have a chance.

Take me to ballet, a movie. 
Tell me a story, perhaps a funny joke.
I'll be either sweet or groovy.
Or I can not curse or I can drink and smoke.

Yes I'm very multi-sided,
You mixed those sex/gender roles long time before.
Content can not be divided,
Accept me as I am and say no more.

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Dad Is a Genius

My dad is a genius, 
He is a brilliant diamond! 
My life is tedious, 
He is a get-away island. 

For me he's always there 
With his harsh but loving critique. 
His way of taking care 
Of his loved children is antique. 

Dear daddy, do you know 
Just how much it's that I love you? 
You don't like it to show: 
But inside me it still accrues.

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Intelligent Women

Do not fear intelligent women
When in love they happen to be such fools.
They would attend to your every demon 
With dreams of a white gown of lace and tulle.
 
Been there, done that, wore those shoes, have that bruise.
Exaggeration played a silly trick.
"Got used to being yours and now I'm whose?"
Turns out I'm mediocre and not schick.

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Voila Part I

Both of us vacationed at the same resort.
Had rum vis-a-vis. Mediocre story.
One night you offered me and friend to escort
To music bar du jour. I won't be sorry.

We met when for both of us life was stable.
I was enchanted with velvet barytone.
Both me and you, we were so available,
Moreover, I was ready for engagement*.

We dined with wine and flamboyant cordon bleu.
From then on I realized we were en suite.
After long walk on the beach we sat down nu
In the crashing waves. You tasted too damn sweet.

I shivered, you gave me embace and your shirt.
In your oceanview suite we showered tête-à-tête.
You're too good to be true, first to make me squirt.
Tried to leave few times, though due to etiquette.

We made love so passionately À la française
I let it go and I granted you carte blanche
I started dreaming we'd see Canal of Suez
While unconsciously expecting new life's punch.

With first rays of sun my eye sees your body
To me it is simply pure chef-d'oeuvre
Together with your mind you do embody 
Ideal. I'd exhibit you in Louvre.

Our tender sweet morning sex was Art Nouveau:
So pure, vibrant, new, delish, refreshing, chic.
While evening sex I'd classify Art Deco
It decorates my memoirs with awesome lick.

It is time for breakfast of toasts, cafe au lait.
Sex and two fried eggs would get us through the day.
We converse. Turns out we like Cirque du Soleil
I prayed to God that we meet again in May.

Right After breakfast we head down to the beach.
To swim, play in the waves, sun bathe and cuddle.
Your bum is as soft as golden autumn's peach
I find myself tangled in email bubble.

We lay back and look afar into the sea
At art of love and passion I'm débutante,
My head is left with short glimpses potpourri.
We are planning dining at a restaurant.

Before getting ready we both go upstairs
We love each other tender with so much might.
How will I live after tonight? Oh who cares! 
The moment is free of indecision,  fright.

* French pronounce

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A Man Like You

A man like you considered I a myth... 
They just do not exist in nature. 
There must along side something odd herewith. 
Dark and poignant. I meet you, stranger. 

You read, you write, you're just great with people, 
You are decent, honest and content. 
While you are caressing my bare nipple 
You like my jokes, laugh and pay the rent. 

You are genuine, creative, daring,
You try new things out and you like kids.
I met you weeks ago and now I'm scared
How in the world would I get a grip

On all these feelings, such strong affection? 
You have simply set the bar too high... 
But you gave me purpose and direction. 
I grew a tumor, thank God, benign.

You play guitar and you compose music. 
Yet you are successful in a biz 
Of suits, agreements, you like my pubic 
Hair. You can pleasure me, you're a whiz!

You're into arts and theater, ballet. 
Balzac and Rodin - those you admire. 
You are set to win while I fell astray. 
You will sing and sculpt when you retire.

You are tender, fit, cute and you do sports.
How do these get along together? 
You are attentive, kind, you rule in court, 
Want to dress me in suit of leather.

You sing, you're politically correct, 
Feelings take in consideration. 
Oh how losing you one cannot regret? 
You brought me hope and liberation.

Oh yes and you negotiate too well. 
This art you've mastered long ago. 
You are insightful, you are bright, you're swell! 
You are simple and you drink Bordeaux.

You prefer treating women like a queen. 
That still exists? I thought it doesn't. 
You feel real deep but you are made of steel. 
I slumped in love all of a sudden.

I surely saw a lot of men before... 
I played with them, I tried to tame one 
With no success, was left completely sore, 
Longed to dissipate. My song was sung. 

I closed my eyes, ran from all this hassle. 
Negotiating with scum. Little use. 
Was occupied with survival, wrestle. 
It's when I met you I was set loose.

None of the men I have ever been with
Could touch the bar set by my dad. 
Among the boyfriend myriad you're fifth 
You topped my dearest dad. I'm glad. 

My heart is rocking. Can't believe it! Wow! 
Your daughters have a hard time choosing... 
I have to learn again to live the now. 
They? They'd better get used to losing...