Best Margarita Poems
Our friend Margarita is a little different
She would often dream of a bearded face
What she says is gray but significant
In her very own version below I place
The contour in my dream is very familiar
But still I cannot recognize
In me he is the organizer
I love and admire his inspiring eyes
Often in my much loved dream
I see him as a Krishna
In his smile an irresistible gleam
Under the tree of banana
When I am in consonance
I feel a cerebral fiesta
But if I am in dissonance
Tempestuous is my vista
These dreams of flute and might
Reinforce my hemoglobin
Leading me from darkness to light
Making my psyche play a violin
Krishna in Radha a perfect blend
A stable amygdala to guide
Overflowing poetry at the bend
When you are by my side
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May 26, 2016
For Animus – Anima Part II – Animus – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Quigley
Note: Radha and Krishna are collectively known within Hinduism as the combination of both the feminine as well as the masculine aspects of divinity. ( Wikipedia)
The blind night lay down in feet
to go outside there is no need
I walk in my deserted place
I have no rest without our grace.
The pain will find my temple, bounce,
and finger looks for trigger, glance
of love that swings like ghost in mirror
and there's no chance.
Oh, take my heart beating,
Oh, take my soul lordly
I am so alone in this time that I want fade away.
My home is not greeting
I broke my world only
the candle cries for me again when the dawn turns in day.
You died in rainy day and shades
swam on the water like the dates
I saw the Death first time, I blame,
It was so gorgeous and lame,
Pain didn't leave your pretty eyes
I want to share with you your cries
and love that swings like ghost in mirror
before sunrise.
Oh, take my heart beating,
Oh, take my soul lordly
I am so alone in this time that I want fade away.
My home is not greeting
I broke my world; only
the candle cries for me again when the dawn turns in day.
I hear now only the morning bell
it praises feast-day,
The gold and copper it gifts to tell
You're in kingdom of eternal sleep.
I hear now only the morning bell
it devils fiend, hey,
The sky is split with it o'er my hell,
Oh, I loved only you and I weep.
Oh, take my heart beating...
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Margarita Pushkina (song by heavy metal band Aria)
Dark waterfall of soft strands
Playing in the air, loftily....
Dark hollows piercing my heart
White shine-brighter than the sun...
Caricature of the milkiest dye
Rosiest ambrosias, sweet nor'westers....
Angelic face, love supreme
Eve's grace and a hue in cream...
Floating enigma of delight
Captivating perfume of silky nethers....
Encumbering all other damsels
Fairest pearl of the night sky
Outshining the heavens who sculpted her
That is Margarita................
A soul without words
A despair without losses
A bride without the pain
A momentary ray of hope
The sunshine of the day
A melody of mystical times
Margarita is that.............
Masterpiece of my brush
Reflection of my demeanour
Melody of my seasons
That is Margarita...........
Margarita, fair girl with blue eyes
Come tonight to the hidden spot
When fool moon rises in the sky
To the edge of the watery lot
Where the mysterious willow
Washes her long silky braids
In warm splashes of water
Reflecting shiny moonlight
I will be there waiting for you
Dreaming about embracing you
Kissing your blushing cheeks
And your plum burning lips
I will caress you and kiss
I will drown in the depth
Of your bottomless eyes
Reflecting the stars in the sky
I will carry you to the shade
Where curious moon can’t invade
Our passionate fiery night
Unfolding our deepest desires
Under the weeping willow branches
That will keep our little secret
Next morning when you wake up
And open your eyes I will be gone
And will never be able to come back
I don’t want to see you walking
Into the dark waters deep
Covering your burning cheeks
And rising above your crown
Of innocence that shines
I don’t want to see the ripples
Of water enclosing you inside
Under the surface where goldfish
Is dancing in front of your eyes
Entangling in your golden hair
And kissing your face fair
I was too curious to pass it by
I wanted to know and then
I had to go my own way
Leading me further into
The mountains covered in veil
Of mysteries that I was trying to unveil
Farewell my dear Margarita,
Faustus
Your home became the gaol for you,
for them you're alien, it's true,
you were so naive and you waited for changes.
you thought your mate will understand
he will say: go ahead, my friend,
but he was roaming in gloom by the fence.
The sun and stars got started burning road
The sound of wheels was someone's plot
The burning road and you were feeling warmth
despite of snows and it was close.
Oh, yeah, you chose to risk yourself,
nobody told you: keep the wealth.
And you have painted your helmet in black.
Like beast your motor roars in night,
waste-ground, the turn and you're all right,
you were revenging for love that won't back.
Road started to sing and you heard every sound
like beat of heart, your freedom's found,
The singing road and you were hero there,
The singing road was everywhere.
There was your moment of good luck,
You were so young and hot like spark,
But clone of yours was so fast to meet you.
Like you he was so hot and free,
no one cried out click the break for thee,
There's no complain for the Fate, oh, it's true!
The fallen stars got started burning road
The sound of wheels was someone's plot
The crying road and you were hero there
The crying pain was everywhere!
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Margarita Pushkina (song by heavy metal band Aria)
EYES SO GREEN THAT I PONDER
WITH GAZE THAT SEEMS LIKE LIGHTENING AND THUNDER
FOR YOUR WARM EMBRACE I HUNGER
THE LUCKY ONE WOULD WISH FOR NOTHING TO PUT ASUNDER
OH WHAT A NOSE SO THIN AND STRAIGHT
IF I MUST BE TRAPPED THEN YOU'LL BE THE BAIT
FOR IN THE VALLEY OF THORNS AM READY TO WAIT
TO LOVE YOU NOT IS WHAT I HATE
ESTONIAN DIAMOND SO ALLURING
WITH A SMILE THAT COULD GET A SICKMAN HEALING
I WONDER HOW LONG HE TOOK IN YOUR MAKING
A PRESENCE THAT MAKES A THOUSAND MEN WISHING
OH DARK ROSE LIPS
GIVE MY CHOCOLATE LIPS A KISS
Autumn ultimately receives it all -
Painted in bald bohemian design,
A poet’s sacred inspiration shrine -
Nevertheless not exempt from the fall.
Winter ultimately trumps with cold swing -
Triumphant yet frigid, monochrome muse,
Sublimating into slumbering blues -
Nevertheless not immune to the spring.
Spring ultimately renews with fresh whiff -
Splendour of colours ignites the world hued,
Young fauna run around with zest imbued -
Nevertheless not spared from summer's sniff.
Summer ultimately shines bright with cheer -
The ocean blows in soft breeze on waves white,
Morning swims and evening walks, hearts delight,
Nevertheless not secure from Fall's sneer.
Form: Enclosed Rhyme (10 syllables)
29th March 2023
I am looking forward to a margarita tonight said my friend Ms. Jett.
She gave me a cagey wink, and I smiled, not having a reply yet.
What kind of a day could it have been? What kind of an ominous start?
It was 9:20 a.m. and she had not had her class yet; they were in art.
I wondered about her enthusiasm, thought it was a bit odd.
“Invite me too!” whispered another teacher, named Miss Dodd.
I lied and said we had no more room at our friendship table.
Miss Dodd is almost always angry, and this is no fable.
It's everlasting smooth of the sea
as deepest solitude of mine
I can't escape from myself I see
I cannot fall asleep with wine.
New shores of being, of course,
I cannot reach
And wind is ripping out the sail as witch.
I touched your day-dreams and it was bad
this evil moment, and the sand
of world of ours (oh, it is sad)
was flowing out over my hand.
We came to others
we fastened more and more,
We passed through and we do not know, what for.
I'm here, there are the light and the rest
I'm here again I hear your name in the past,
The voice that is lost flies over our crying
to fall again from evil skies like fire that's cold.
I thought the time will erase your trace
Another embrace brought me light
And I was looking not for your gaze
I didn't want return our night.
I was forgetting
all, starting live again,
But smooth of sea's as long as cruel pain.
I'm here, there are the light and the rest
I'm here again I hear your name in the past,
The voice that is lost flies over our crying
to fall again from evil skies like fire that's cold.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Margarita Pushkina (song by heavy metal band Kipelov)
Three bros., Wideye, Snaggletooth, and Zonkers
When in town went a little bit bonkers
With the girls that walked by
What was level with their eye
Was ogled, whistled at, or they'd honk-hers!
Seeking a place of refuge, from the boiling deep-sea and rolling thunderous skies, while the ship heaves to and fro like a weathered leaf. Thoughts of whether, we will live or not, do cross my mind, as the rain presses against my face, in the engulfing black night. The shining city of lights appears on the hill, like a cluster of flowers, in a peaceful meadow. Advancing past the firmament of poured earth, that blocks the high seas. We enter the harbor and in the calm, a pearl of great price, when suddenly at Godspeed the words of life, now so real and understood, standing within this port. harbingers destiny God said it was so, weather covert from the storm
Novelty, a thirst she longs to explore,
Anticipating lovemaking and more
Imploring soft touch of You
From Canada, Her page view
Photo of Charlie Chaplin she ardor
3/9/2022
You took me out, the door is closed,
But I don't mind I'd like get lost,
And you can shoot yourself, it's nice,
They will say it's only whim and lies,
They will ask you make it twice.
I'll go away and I don't care,
You know yourself, where is my stare,
I know Red Lantern's avenue's
gonna make me not remember you
night by night and night anew.
Please, stop your lie, stop what you do crafty lass,
I can buy all I do not fear I confess.
Oh, it is dirt, it doesn't hurt,
It gives me power and it makes me lord
to send in hell manners to lose control
to take off masks to be myself, not some doll,
And prizing nothing at all.
Oh, living product is around,
The fire's in eyes, the frost's in heart,
I chose the one who's very tall
for the pleasure without soul
And, of course, I got it all.
She doesn't talk, she doesn't drink,
She doesn't disturb, she lets me think,
She is obedient, she is smart,
She is doing everything she must,
Check is paid and night is hard.
Please, stop your lie, stop what you do crafty lass,
I can buy all I do not fear I confess.
Oh, it is dirt, it doesn't hurt,
It gives me power and it makes me lord
to send in hell manners to lose control
to take off masks to be myself, not some doll,
And prizing nothing at all.
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Margarita Pushkina (song by heavy metal band Aria)
There’s good tequila imported from Mexico.
To make this drink, that’s the way to go.
We need Triple Sec and juice of a lime.
Put these ingredients in a shaker with ice.
Give it a good shake, and all will look nice.
Salt around the glass’s rim is good all the time.
You will have one of the most popular drinks in America.
Coming up from south of the border, it’s called a “Margarita”.
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Am I blind? Might I see
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A reason for this gaiety?
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All for one and one for all!
D
Abort the custom of Last Call!
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01/08/21
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