Best Ivan Poems

after Ivan's wake, later that night while I slept,
 I had a dream..........

suddenly! I was in a parking garage below ground,
it was dark and oil-greasy, I was standing near a car,
a big old four-door

 and on the other side of the car   ...

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Just a quick look
First chapter of a book
First verse of a song
Can’t stay overlong

A 50-yard dash
Gone in a flash
Not right, not wrong
Can’t stay overlong

A heat seeking missile
God blows the whistle
God strikes the gong
Can’t stay overlong...

*Dedicated to my brother Ivan who lost his life on an...

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CAT 5 HURRICANE -  IVAN THE TERRIBLE
Your world of illusion is not of my choosing,
but here we are stuck in a Hurricane's eye.
The sea is so pleasing, but I know you're teasing,
and our Hurricane is a different high.
I feel you surround me as you stop...

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Let’s dream and wonder 
How societies would live their diurnal,
Wondrous and productive lives 
If every member of that fraternity 
Of brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, children
Would have shame and higher conscience
And let it be the guiding light in their beings;

And also, would think only of others...

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There's wind and there's rain and there's mist
above desert waters of cold,
Here life's dead to spring, it's not pleased,
to spring, wealth of gardens is sold.
I'm alone in my bower, it's dark,
I've got easel, wind blows from the park.

Last night you were here at my place,
But...

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“A famous work dating from 1885 by Russian realist painter Ilya Repin, Ivan the Terrible and his son Ivan. The painting depicts Ivan the Terrible mortally wounding his son Ivan in a fit of rage, and it is considered the most psychologically intense of Repin’s...

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Translation from Ivan Kotlyarevsky

Why is the water so much roily?-
Hasn’t it been shook up by the wave?
Why am I sad and not jolly,
Hasn’t my mother chastised me to save?


Yet, my mother didn’t trouce me-
From my eyes, there pour th’ tears of bad,
No matchmakers come from...

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she gave me a call
Seconds after she pulled u outta her womb,
Ur mum is the greatest woman alive
So we named u ivan,our gift
From the Great Spirit,GOD that is....

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she gave me a call
Seconds after she pulled u outta her womb,
Ur mum is the greatest woman alive
So we named u ivan,our gift
From the Great Spirit,GOD that is....

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There will be day I disappear
All be the same in empty room
A table and, of course, a chair
And simple icon I resume.

And butterfly in coloured silk
will fly under the ceiling blue
to flit to rustle and to blink
to soar to flutter there anew.

The same be bottom...

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Above my head there is grey sky,
The wood that's bare without its cover,
Below in glade lemon leaves lie
in darkening dirt in lonely hour.

Cold noise is spreading out above, 
Below is silence of the fading...
My youth's a roaming, it is rough,
And lonely thoughts in useless waiting!

P.S....

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There is a game we play
but played by no one else
The same game you can play
If you play it by yourself.

I had long ago wondered
of what had me pondered
for at home is an enigma
and we named it -- PAPA.

*Young Ivan Ivanovich was murdered by his...

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Ivan Milat is dead
There is nothing to be sad about or to dread
He killed seven backpackers in the Belanglo State Forest
Finally dying from the cancer that gave him no rest
 
A serial killer who showed no mercy
Leaving families grieving for lives lost you see
Probably he...

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Art of Ivan Albright
I hear a death rattle
feel gloom 
despise grayscale-ness

flat black paint kind of background
lecherous guy
creepy skeletal hands
craggy face

shirt looks dingy, dirty, smudged
tablecloth is dank, dour, dusty,
grays and blacks, morose, macabre
I run from his art, screaming pink and orange....

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I
You have a vivid mind, heart, vocabulary
A lover of God, I make excuses (true, right)
Yes, South Africa fails us in electricity
Still, Shakespeare worked by candlelight

II
I admire my sisters who do romance
Sometimes sultry, often beauty in loyalty
You mix French idioms, native Americanism
I am awed, humbled, in...

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