Best Caspian Sea Poems

Silent Lies and Deception


In the silence of murky waters
There slithers oily snakes of the night
Wearing masks of deception
Beware of fools singing with Stalin’s tongue

The KGB shall set you free
Drowning you in the river Volga
The cold water keeping your lips tight
Whilst the silent ones spread their...

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The gift of life
is a word unspoken

Hurried words
are buried words,
made of glass,
that burst into
into orange tangerine
flames, as words
singe the earth

Words are buried
deep beneath the
pinecone trees,
like a wood beetle,
digging for words unspoken

Words should never die
because they walk
on hallowed ground,
beneath the holy grail
of words unspoken

Unsaid words sail
like...

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The Caspian Sea; is that where friendly ghosts go for vacation?
Big as a football field: don't you know about foot measurements??
The Swat Team;  I called them when my house was infested with flies.
My psychiatrist asked me if I had any "old reservations" about a...

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It is my most special place on earth 
and no one knows that but me
Who knows where this log has been 
before it washed in from the sea

Did it rest of the shores of Alaska 
or drift down from the Caspian Sea
Has someone else sat...

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A BUTTERFLIGHT’S MR. RIGHT

Last night was television and going to sleep at eight
You were exhausted even though it wasn’t very late
So upon your pillow placed placidly lay comforted by soft
Until your weakened eyes closed and dreams lifted you aloft

In the dream you can’t really fly...

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Water Hand Pump
I wonder whence the pipe goes?
Underground Niagra, Mississippi or Caspian Sea?
Working the Up-Down Handle like Punching a PIN,
A Subterranean ATM of Cool Crystal Quench,
Sometimes the Handle Ignores Rapid Work,
Just as Licking a Stamp, I Have to Prime,
Give to Get, Down Goes Wet, Up...

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COME HOME SOLDIER 

 
No more sounds of tanks, 
The rain of bullets has seized, 
Grenades are no more fund, 
Remove your helmet and lie down, 
Let the peaceful breeze calm your head, 
The era of peace has come, 
The withered grasses now green, 
Flowers...

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the shadow of
the grim 
reaper carving 
out the 
Indian white moon
swinging his scythe
splitting the moon
back and forth
through pitch-black
Russian sky
and soon
hanging over
the Black
Caspian Sea 
are these
Gemini moons
and
i
let night
twirl her magenta baton...

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Woman!
Tenderness
Dissolves
Through
Your eyes glance
Like a young water stream
That makes his way
Through the Mississippi

Time,
Space,
Big towns,
Villages,
Corn and soybean fields,
Desert and dunes,
The Atlantic,
The Caspian Sea, 
Dissolve
At the edge
Of your lips....

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Implement mayhem and dismantle consciousness manipulate hallucinations 
with spiritual fornication. Psychopathic hypnosis under ominous fury with 
amusement and menace crying out for crimson redemption. Annihilation brings 
instant gratification a pretense to disturbing infatuation. Sacred similarities 
necessary for perpetrators and agitators a propelled scheme not as...

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When I die will I have known I took a trip to Dubai?
Or when I once sailed along the Caspian Sea
Will that time and place remember me?
Will I have known I toured the African plain?
Or trailed the Black Forest in the rain.   
Will...

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Above a pulsating arrow of two great Russian rivers,

there, where Oka merges to Volga

and already flows farther downstream, 

to the Caspian sea, 

an ancient, wise Kremlin stands – like a soldier 

on high coast of the big ancient city of the Russia, Nizhni Novgorod. 

Kremlin...

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I am a puzzle
made of pieces.
One for the girl who woke my heart,
one for the girl who broke it,
one for the man who shook it,
one for the man who took it
(when it wasn’t his to take),
one for the man
who put it together again and made...

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FANTASY WORLD 2


In the field all alone,
Adorned by the wind blowing,
I lay down to stretch my bones,
Looking up the sky,
Seeing glittering stars,


The clouds moving.
Light moved towards a direction,
Bringing to presence a seemingly human figure,
I pushed my feeble self forward to see,
What a beauty to behold...

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PALMWINE

The tapper ascends the height,
To get it from the palm sap,
The height he descends having the mysterious gift of nature,
Crystal like the caspian sea.



Grey hairs with their cups at hand,
Ready to taste the feeling of gladness,
Gladness with sweetness that fills the soul,
The dead and weak...

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