Best Konstantin Poems
From ~ LARGE ~ to ~ small ~
K~Konstantin had travelled the world in unbeknown searching~g
A~Ariadne lost the plot and her thread a modern Sisyphus on the run~n
R~Raised in mathematical precision he questioned logic and Pi~i
M~Meandered streams of his mind with no delta or source without fill~l
A~Archimedes had drowned in the bathtub and produced wanton spill~l
C~Cartesian logic and Newton merely kindled heated debate full of lava~a
A~Acropolis Bergen Belsen Cairo Constantinople Calcutta a firm cul-de-sac~c
L~‘Leave cause and effect behind for a while on its quest for mens sana’~a
L~‘Life happens when you follow the flow squared circles teach no realm’~m
I ~In sight of the Ganges loin cloth in hand near naked emerges a star~r
N~Nirvana does not fall from the tree but intentions and actions feed Karma~a
G~‘Go resolve not hurt sentient beings and the world will be a little less sick’~k
27th April 2018
Categories:
konstantin, meaningful,
Form:
Acrostic
Wait for me and I’ll be back
Only wait for me,
When your sadness turns in black,
Yellow rains are free.
When the snows fall down like fate,
When there is a heat,
When the others cannot wait,
Don’t remember a bit.
Wait when from the far-far place
Letters cannot come,
Wait when they’ve got tired face
thinking all is gone.
Wait for me and I’ll be back,
Don’t be kind with those
Who in heart is turning black,
Who forgot and lost.
Let believe my son and mom
I am here no more.
Friends will say that I am gone
near fire in woe,
They will drink their bitter wine
to remember the soul,
wait. With them at the same time
Do not drink in mourn.
Wait for me and I’ll be back
in spite of any woes,
Who couldn’t wait and find my track
will say: lucky you both.
They will never understand,
When the fire got free
You have saved with faithful hand
waiting so for me.
How did I survive – we’re two
known. And no one tells
You could wait for me, just you,
Like nobody else.
P.S. This is my translation of poem of Konstantin Simonov. He was war journalist during World War II
Categories:
konstantin, emotions, feelings, hope, love,
Form:
Lyric
Soul with soul in the light of the candles said
One was open and gentle, the second... like talking...
Only grey, only ignorance, bursts of anger....
"Forgive me... the first said, if I blew it...
His love... and even unwittingly...
But what could hurt, I don't understand...
-Yes no-same... everything is fine... I love you too... I'm just sad...
And candle light only reflected her sorrow, in her warmth as if they were shaking...
Meanwhile there was a dark cloud of anger...
He understood that there is no love... not understand what...
What he did not, for fear of offending...
But, unfortunately, we are blind, when we love much... can't see...
Haven't seen it warmly giving his that she doesn't need heat... it burns...
Her cold, January was looking for cold
And he with his warmth... he's a piece of ice to snow... young... he was not needed...
Tossed between heaven and earth...
The wind white
And the winter cold... the February Blizzard...
And he fired her... frost...
And I thought that love burns...
How often do we more desire accept...
Chalk the wind, and he warmth of his just killed her, trying to melt the snowflakes
Not realizing that in the heat, cold, soft snow only became... in the piece...
But his soul did not cool down... and Blizzard tried to Shine, to dispel the darkness...
And only killed...
Left in a snowstorm second... and didn't finish... and anger is not dissipated... the drifts between them...
Left second... never ottaw... and icicles on eyelashes only leaving him...
And soul freezing solid, hard crust... she breaks down... with the soul breaks down... and hurt... hurt... hurt...
And ice on eyelashes is melted... tears... flowing into a wound on the soul and expanding the wounds...
Soul with soul in the light of the candles said
One was open and gentle... then... killed...
06.01.15 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 115010602425
Categories:
konstantin, family, love, sad love,
Form:
Ballad
Flew snowflake, so happy
Flying fool on the light from the fire.
Perhaps regarded him as the only
She suddenly born already in love?
The fire she whispered, be my dove,
He was a beacon to her in the silence of the night.
She danced a happy, silly,
Forgetting everything in the night sky.
The fire's burning, melting snowflakes
Girl friends of her own who may be wanted
Become the lucky one...
But he melted them - you don't need me.
Flying baby, but the heart is cold,
It is not for warmth you were born.
Another soul, bonfire're not similar
There heart is hot, but the ice you have.
But it is clear tired, who is a fire that supported,
And winter as snowflakes do not count.
Fading embers, he tried, he would keep,
The spark for the one whom he waited that night.
She flew to the last spark,
He gave only to her.
But the cold heart extinguished spark,
Now his heart was bound dark ice.
On the coals already the snow is there snow drifts,
She flew off to another fire.
Because he was not the only one
Who in the heart of the ice brought in the morning.
So fly, with cold hearts,
Love you fires turning into ashes.
With a of hearts take a spark,
Love making in a night game.
12.12.13 ACU
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2013
The certificate of publication No. 113121201650
Categories:
konstantin, sad love,
Form:
Ballade
Forgive me, Lord, maybe I'm wrong, I'm not asking for happiness,
Maybe I'm wrong and that I thank you for all...
For the pain and for the smiles, for misery,
For the dawn in the morning and for night sleep.
I'm sorry, Lord, for myself, I rarely got asked for forgiveness,
And more for other... for what I die,
So, maybe not writing, need latest creations,
Because the sun will never see and the moon...
I'm sorry, Lord, you all who were able to hurt me
And those to whom it was not given,
Just because I was stronger, their grievances have not seen,
But still forgive them... dreaming of one:
To be loved, not in heaven and on Earth is a sinner, each other,
That could kill a cruelty, rudeness, anger,
Make strong the weak could never hurt
And so... I am in this world, even if just a little bit, had to live...
25.03.15 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 115032509710
Categories:
konstantin, love, prayer, sad love,
Form:
Lyric
My love will come by the drippings from the eternally dissatisfied clouds
And angry wind pipe... it will come, because he is mighty
And a rainbow from the waterfall
Will make you a wreath
From the stars, only an eternity to her reward
The heat from the sun and a mountain stream chill
All this is mixed in the glass
Crystal my love
Because I love -- I know it
You take a drink... or a glass break...
13.11.14 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 114111310185
Categories:
konstantin, love,
Form:
Lyric
Funeral song put us as a wedding photographer
Photos making popane us in that Golden October
And 40 nights, like on top of them we counted some chronograph
Swirled snowflakes of care under the waltzes in your head
Who said it had to be this way and such terms
But it has long been supposed that the dead in forty days funeral service
Bad weather... what then in December there was bad weather
And at the heart of a Blizzard and I wanted to rant and rave
Nine months is not a period of time, said so himself Vysotsky
Just how much for those nine years I had to endure
And in July, when the land all in the thrall of nature
We had love, that was, to begin to serve a panikhida
And then the anniversary... just some kind of fairy tale, as if about demons
Led, whirled family home our demonic Blizzard
And you know, I never particularly believed
But love is lost, I do not know what to think sometimes
And now anniversary I love and feasts meet
Everything's just and date would like, but hard to forget
Because love is March, and the Lord in all the world revives
But the funeral feast - September... in September I have to re-live
I'm looking for, I'm looking to kind some sort of wizard
Able from past years this song somehow remove and erase
That included us once the drunk at the wedding photographer
I forgot about everything... and be able hymn to love to sing again
19.08.14 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 114081801379
Categories:
konstantin, love, sad love,
Form:
Ballade
On http://www.stihi.ru/2014/12/15/9906
A musician played the waltz
So long ago... circling them... so blithely forgotten
Like and next one...
And sweeping them waltz in the eternity...
Gone all of a sudden... on canvas and all the paint had suddenly gone out
And definitely no one around...
Tunes all suddenly erased and forgotten waltz sheet music sounds...
A musician played the waltz...
But most of the chord in the heart does not bother...
And only in extinct, faded eyes
In tear... from smoke Nakata
Dancing under two... the waltz shaking... tears...
And the memory of the soul... heart and not eating...
17.12.14 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 114121707770
Categories:
konstantin, love, sad love,
Form:
Lyric
How to just say - from memory it is necessary to throw,
To forget... what was and what will never come true...
How to just say...
Here are just a memory to whiten...
And cut off... the time will pass, all will be forgotten...
You know, it does not pour, what was... and it was - so has already passed?
Bitter... don't drink it stacks as much as,
When we read... don't remember where... that love is evil
Not only because evil gives us the Father and our Lord...
And time does not cure us, the poison does not output from the veins,
Only slowly seeps through the skin it...
You know, every, love sick, would probably change
But not such order love from memory and from your heart down...
Everyone would like blossoming gardens
And the gift of tenderness and life, the taste of her mouth and sinking till dawn
Everyone wished himself to forget in the other,
To drown in their favorite, while remaining a...
You know, maybe a memory, love in us, to now lives,
Only for the Universe to keep the balance...
And memory through the veins we are still bitter poison flowing,
Just so I could write about love... about those who are not together...
How to just say - from memory it is necessary to throw away...
But I don't want to forget and the memory let her live,
Only knows what it means to love,
Can the poison of love to turn into sweet honey...
21.03.15 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 115032106153
Categories:
konstantin, love, sad love, universe,
Form:
Lyric
't cry, my boy, on your knees, wait... and ask forgiveness for all...
't cry, my boy... you already know... she'd never be with you... alone - your destiny, your role...
It is clear enough for you... asked who paints the canvas of life to us,
It is clear enough... but nothing... the pain of betrayal opens the door to the Temple...
You icon hang on the wall... not so easy to pray
And Him in your heart, in your soul, open the door, He's the only soul capable of love...
Everything will be... fear, betrayal, pain... and earthly love is dust,
May the pain we need to... so for all we... were able to forgive...
04.04.15 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 115040408407
Categories:
konstantin, love, sad love,
Form:
Lyric
Instead of the heart in my chest marble
Bursts at the seams my soul
You gave me in the chest this stone
And now you're already a draw
It I need to Polish to a Shine
Blood to cover, as the varnish is a lovely colour
And gift to you - to the white veil of the bride
Make your next Wedding
Beautiful decoration will be
Red and white - good on you
I red already no need
Not red dead
You put it in the head
Will you at night, he whisper
The tale of my dead memory
And maybe I'll teach you to love it again
Don't worry, because it will be softer featherbeds
After all, it broken heart my
Don't want to? Well, the age he carved, not long
The only remains of what to dump him...
Seams only red-hot iron will do
Mend his torn their nerves
The threads won't hold
And nerves, thee elongated - or rather because
24.10.14 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 114102705272
Categories:
konstantin, love, sad love,
Form:
Lyric
He house itself was built... put him in his dreams,
A garden planted near the house... and the currant bushes, and flowers.
Was at the house where the lawn... with a living room straight out ...
The living room had a fireplace... in front of the window...
From the vine wicker rocking... rocking,
Found it in the rain sat Smoking...
And on the lawn children's world...... a swing for the baby slide ...
And next to the slide on the bench... made of stone... a woman with a child
And the master gave a smile... frozen in stone all the features
What he loved... like they were waiting for... him... off the cards
And called... to go out...
Murmuring there's a fun stream, the house falling in a lake,
Gazebo... for the Princess to its track... from rock to it twisted...
Path to the house in the grapes all buried with two sides
And the roses were also in the garden... and lots of blackberries in it
But in the nursery in the nursery... the desolation... he house of designer folded,
Were soft toys, that's just... in the nursery that no one lived...
Rarely was out of the lawn, longer on the bench he was sitting,
As if the face in the stone came to life when long he looked at them...
And pouring coffee mug, he sat there under the sound of the stream,
The rippling stream... living water running... mount taking...
I like that in a house that came was like may, the garden was full of colour,
The owner of the call not answered my... warm... I on the lawn, swing, wait...
Them on the bench... had three frozen in stone their traits...
Only...
Not cold coffee...
Was holding it...
And my daughter was next to him...
21.03.15 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 115032104865
Categories:
konstantin, family, love, sad love,
Form:
Lyric
Looked the kid in the window and tears were seen
Dad crouching in the darkness is gone...
He was bow-backed're not from the cold,
He's just so far back in the family wanted...
The kid with his father half the night playing with toys,
But remember the baby that night... my dad soon to leave...
Yeah... not merged their mother's soul,
But I do with it? Leave me my parents!
Eyes, eyes full of sorrow...
And pains which he predicted a close...
The father and mother... the child's happiness exchanged
... On that myself I don't...
We're all running and ask God for a miracle,
I hope that he will give us his...
But NEVER such as would not,
Kol threw his child!
10.02.14 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 114021100389
Categories:
konstantin, family, love, sad love,
Form:
Lyric
On http://www.stihi.ru/2015/01/17/7657
You know... because I always wanted to draw... so many different paintings occurs before the eyes
I tried the pencil...even the brush had tried to take
But strokes strokes remain... not fit the pattern picture
And not what I want... can't I even verses to draw
May hands are tough... maybe my mind is restless...
While perhaps not the Lord gave me the gift in the colors... the joy, the sorrow and soul on the canvas to apply...
We are given only what we need, what we deserve
Failed... well... that is given to us, we will bear...
So many different pictures... out of the tree a day come under the white coat
Them the morning frost from the fog of the night gave her
Beauty on earth... washes heart with joy and bliss
Soars the soul... life is beautiful... and feel... before lived
The light from the full moon... and the path of the stars... where to go in the dream to meet their favorite
Where silver paint to recruit and sprinkle it on canvas
As for the canvas to put the faces of those who have gone... the faces stored in the heart
And where's the colour for me to take, tell me... it put me dream...
The smell of roses... and the instant pain of a thorn... when the flower I cut...
The feeling of joy... ran barefoot in the dew...
The bitterness of the poison of betrayal of a friend... and the sweetness from sleep only... we together
As love... and the loss of his beloved... to sketch and blow on canvas
18.01.15 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 115011803535
Categories:
konstantin, love, sad love,
Form:
Canzone
Life playing hide and seek with us...
Yes and no, alas long -
Not a riddle, not for answers,
Life the spindle.
Can fortunately, maybe with grief,
Life make sense -
Those who needed sometimes
And who needed himself.
Those who helped once
Unselfishly, from the heart,
Those who climbed into the soul for gold
Its certanily soul
But yet in this life
Always keep your heart of evil...
Life is a funny thing because,
Pits, bumps - until the end.
And who endure, did not give up,
The one who's heart is not blind,
He only becomes human,
Who each give to the bread.
I often think that in Zlata
Happiness... but love it...
And we are losing wealth,
Oneplease of recyclable materials.
People... think about loved ones,
Take care of those who have...
And chasing distant,
Stay on the ground.
Those who loves with all his heart,
Those who soul with you
You will be rewarded handsomely there,
If you soul with the family!
17.01.14 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 114011701045
Categories:
konstantin, sad love,
Form:
Lyric