Best Russia Poems
a poetic heart ~
isolated and unique
as a Baikal Dzen
2 January 2021
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BAIKAL DZEN/ZEN
The rings are caused by warm, circular currents of water under the ice, called eddies. The eddies' strong currents melt the ice at the edge, but weaker ones keep the centre frozen.
Lake Baikal in Serbia, Russia, is the deepest freshwater lake on earth. Another phenomenon is the quantity of methane gas emissions -- the bubbles make for some stunning photo shoots.
Tom Cunningham says its not rash
For Russians to take out their trash
And the longer they wait
The more stink in their fate
But the buggers all want more cash!
Sycamores certainly speak French, cypresses - ancient Greek, the Old Testament's olives are bilingual: they speak Hebrew and Aramaic. Birch is a Russian tree though growing in Canada. So small and frail (they wither abroad), already gone into a winter trance, she is silent but she is silent à la russe. That's how silent bears in dens are, that's how drunkards listen to the voice of the devils dissolved in their blood, that's how old believers pray, that's how a poet meditates on his faraway homeland and, finally, that's how silent my girlfriend was, accompanying me to the airport. What are we doing here, you and me, between fall and winter, at the crossroad of four Canadian corners?
a hush of partings
of pursed lips and lonely hearts…
we should go home birch
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The RN said he had to cough
In time with Rimsky-Korsakov
When God asked her why
She said, "My, oh my!
Don't you know he's Ben Joaquinov?"
I am a very ordinary inhabitant of this world.
Even before I was born, our ancestors had divided the earth into fragments.
One of those fragments is my country—India or Bharat.
You too have your own fragment—Brazil, Venezuela, Cuba, Finland, Ukraine, Nigeria, Iran, Bangladesh—or some other nation.
I can clearly see—on this human earth, horrific and grotesque dinosaurs are roaming about.
They walk on two legs, speak in human language,
wear the garments of civilization— yet in their hearts lies prehistoric darkness.
In their brains—fire, arrogance, imperialism.
Some know them as Trump, some as Putin, some as Xi Jinping, some as Netanyahu, some as Khomeini, some as Laden— the names differ, but the politics of destruction is the same.
These dinosaurs turn fire into weapons,
turn humans into ashes, and standing upon those ashes
they raise the flag of power.
I wish—just like millions of years ago— that an asteroid would come hurtling toward the earth, that these bloodthirsty two-legged dinosaurs would become extinct.
Let the earth remain. Let children’s laughter remain. Let humanity remain.
Let this monstrous species of power be annihilated.
Every day, with basil leaves in my hand,
I pray to the Almighty—for a moral cataclysm.
The smoke rising from the scorched bodies of innocent people is not extinguished even by our tears.
It is not extinguished at all...
DRONES IN RUSSIA, SOAR
FORTRESS RUSSIA IS NO MORE
THERE IS MORE IN STORE
WHY WOULD OUR PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED OF AMERICA PUT HIS TRUST IN COMMUNIST CHINA,AND COMMUNIST RUSSIA TO DO AN INVESTIGATION ON AN "AMERICAN"???? IS THAT A "CRIMINAL" WHO IS FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC"?WHY WOULD OUR PRESIDENT "TRUST" IN "RUSSIA OR CHINA" TO DO AN INVESTIGATION AT ALL?WHY "TRUST"THE ENEMY" WHO IS COMMUNIST" TO HELP "DEMOCRACY"? DEMOCRACY IS THE CONTRARY OF COMMUNISM: WE CAN REALIZE WHAT IS CONTRADICTORY: LOVE IS CONTRADICTORY TO "HATE",BUT SOME CHOOSE "HATE" ,AND THAT IS OK: THEY CHOOSE HELL,AND THAT IS WHERE THEY WILL GO TODAY!!! ALL GLORY TO GOD! PRAISE THE LORD! IN JESUS NAME WE PRAY : AMEN. THE REALIZATION IS THAT WHY SHOULD OUR PRESIDENT PUT HIS TRUST IN COMMUNIST CHINA OR RUSSIA TO INVESTIGATE A DEMOCRATIC SOCIETY? COMMUNISM AND DEMOCRACY IS AN EXPERIMENT,BUT MOST PEOPLE CHOOSE DEMOCRACY ,AND THE PRESIDENT CHOOSE ALL OF THE ABOVE,AND AS A PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED OF AMERICA "WE CHOOSE DEMOCRACY,AND NOT COMMUNISM AND NOT ALL OF THE ABOVE!!! OUR PRESIDENT CHOOSE ALL OF THE ABOVE!!!!COMMUNISM DOES NOT ENCOMPASS DEMOCRACY,AND THE ONLY RESULT IS THAT WHOM EVER USES COMMUNISM,AND DEMOCRACY IS TO DEMINISH BOTH OF THEM WHILE REALIZING THAT "DEMOCRACY" PERPETUATES MORE LOVE 'THAN COMMUNISM!!!!WHY FILL YOURSELF WITH A IDEOLOGY THAT DOES NOT PERPETUATE LOVE,OR MORE LOVE? ASKING A COMMUNIST TO HELP A DEMOCRACY AND INCLUDING COMMUNIST COUNTRIES LIKE CHINA,AND RUSSIA IS THE WORST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED IN THE U.S.A,AND IT HURTS "THE SECURITY OF THE WORLD AND THE U.S.A!!!!!WHY WOULD OUR PRESIDENT PUT HIS "TRUST"IN A "FOREIGN COMMUNIST COUNTRY",AND ASK A FOREIGN COUNTRY TO INVESTIGATE A DEMOCRAT !! COMMUNISM HATES DEMOCRACY,AND THAT IS THE BOTTOM LINE!!!!WE HAVE ENEMIES BOTH FOREIGN AND DOMESTIC,AND IF COMMUNISM TAKES OVER ,COMMUNISM WILL WIPE THE REPUBLICANS FIRST BECAUSE THEY GAVE OF LOVE,AND BY DOING THAT THEY ARE THE WORST,AND THE "DEVIL" PUNISHES : BY GOD'S AUTHORIZATION TO PUNISH THOSE WHO GAVE LOVE AWAY,AND DESTROYED DEMOCRACY ON THAT TERRIBLE DAY FOR THE U.S.A!!!!
When I keep hearing this song so called "
South Africa supplied Russia munitions,"
I just laugh loudly ," Huh?Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!
Hahaaah! Hahaaah! Hahaaah!"
Political language is hard to understand
Than mathematics and physics
Reason why some universities
Professors
Turned puppets
Of some politicians.
Don't ever underestimate
Some politicians in politic games
Because they can drible you and
You turn to be
their body guards
With your universities qualifications.
There is no African country
Which has capacity
To supply munitions
to Russia even Ukrain.
If it was about
some foods,
drinks,
cocoas and
other fruits
I could accept because many
African countries always
supplied those stuffs
To so many European countries.
I know that Usa , France, Germany, China, England and Russia are the biggest supply
of munitions In Africa.
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Though I have moved back and forth
so many times throughout my life
I have forgotten half of all the
many lines i have crossed
And the countless relationships and
friends which I have lost in between to
my own cost
So much so, so many things are barely
dreams without a frame to be seen
though they still remain
In the many space's in my mind that
i have left saved tinged with regret
I just can't let go
Only the faces of the people seemed
to have changed and aged as have I
as time flew bye
Like some of the many places where
I grew up now bring a tear to my eye
when I pass bye
So much so i prefer to take another route
as there is hardly anything left worth revisiting
My memories and childhood home
progress has stole and nothing can replace
the hole that it has left
The old playground and pub where we
met the alley's down which we used to
dart and make our getaway
School and cinema the hospital where
I was born and mother worked the
heavy industry factories that spewed
out latent smoke
The tram line's leading to the underground
with several stop's along it's way has seen
it's day
It's only stand's today as a crumbling monument
in testament to the end of the line a bygone time
It is all so sad and all for what will it or can
it even be explained
Why this was once a thriving living city
in the Ukraine that one day Russian
Armies came and leveled to the ground
This simple fact cannot be changed
though crumbled building can be rebuilt
The oh so many pointless lives and loved
ones lost cannot be brought back
What's done is done it's set in stone
Pile on high the rubble bury the bodies
turn this travesty info a morbid tomb
And curse the God's of War into an
eternal damnation pit and all who
trade and profit from it
For death the only spoil should they be
deemed worthy to inherit and made to pay
Never lest to rest nor forget
On a quite Saturday morning, I decided not to take the usual stroll,
instead I took my nephew Claudio to the neighborhood's playground;
so proudly, he carried his brand new basketball;
delightfully crisp was the spring air...
there were pleasant sounds from everywhere...
I did not see a kid who was alone or sad.
Georgi, the boy from Russia,
was very tiny, but had a gorgeous face
a witty smile and seeing Claudio
and a black kid play basketball,
he asked his dad, a military guy
so confident and tall,
if he could join them...
he agreed and that kid sprang,
taking the spot that was mine.
To my surprise, Georgi didn't speak a word of English,
but spoke Russian; he must have arrived
in the Unites States recently, and he communicated
with gestures very well...
making words unnecessary.
I noticed, children don't have to speak the same language
to understand one another
and express love through their innocence, isn't it amazing?
Written on May 28/ 2013
Hello my name is Pizza
It's me you wants tuh eatsa
You want with lotsa meatsa?
The fave of the Tsaritza!
That's it
I'm moving to Russia
to write with the kings
Dostoevsky and Tolstoy
to sit in the cafes
and watch the pretty blond
Russik girls
Cook hot in winter
and get kicked out for talking too much
and knowing too much
and loving too much
and believing in God too much
and I'll have to leave my little Russik girls
with blond hair
sent to the army at 18
and Send my ass to the Gulags
to kick ass and break rocks,
lay down the railway tracks
that spans into winter snowy deserts
and dance with Cossack
and write with Solzhenitsyn.
Then those girls they'll miss me
and sing songs about me
dancing in circles
and those men shall honor me
paint my face in Red Square.
Partisans will fire rifles off in cold mornings
and afternoons and evenings,
Go down to Serbia and Macedonia
get myself a pretty girl,
a good one
who smiles all the time and tears up only on happy occassions,
those Russian girls
they're nice, but too wild.
Send off my words
and those hearts will sigh
with hands on cheek
leaning and listening
to scum filled poetry about this and that
we will dance,
oh we will dance
Till we die, we will dance
and remember our fallen brothers in all the wars
our innocent blood was shed for.
For the smiles and frowns
I go to Russia to meet those girls
and give them poetry to sleep with
and warm welcoming kisses on their red rose cheeks
and I wish you a goodnight Dostoevsky
and to you too Tolstoy,
Turgenev, and Solzhenitsyn
All of you, Rest in peace
I'll soon join you,
but let me finish my black coffee and talking
with those 18 year old Russian soldier girls
singing folklore songs from ancestors
and Kings.
They shall soon sing about me
in the square on May 8th.
Tom tom drums call men unto war
The Euphrates dries in preparation
Of a Third world war as Gog and Magog
Start a Cataclysmic war that unchecked
Will lead to an outright world war
Russia is on the offensive in arms against
A colleague of the Russian federation
By name Ukraine is daily bombarded
Carpet bombing NATO names it
As they western powers Arm Ukraine
And dogs of war, by name Mercenaries
Are shipped in droves to support the underdog
The Big USA uncle Sam as they call Her
Peddles her weaponry to the downtrodden Ukraine
As rumors of war abound.. They call it war propaganda
There will be wars and rumors of war but the end is not yet
The end comes when the Beelzebub Prince makes peace
With the Holy Land.. Ooh JERUSALEMA.. why am I reminded of ACRE
Once, many years ago,
When I was a schoolgirl, a student,
I, similar to many, was afraid of war with the USA.
peals of thunder frightened me,
They were similar to the roar of guns.
I cried from fear and asked my father:
" Daddy, will it be war? The USA will throw bombs?"
But he calmed me, he spoke,
"New war with the USA will not be".
I trusted my father - he was at war in 1941 with Hitler and knew all about war.
At that time I could not even imagine
that I might have so much love of the USA in my heart.
My first love - the American literature:
Mark Twain, Jack London, Ray Bradbury.
My further American love - Samantha Smith.
The little girl from the state of Maine.
She too was afraid of war, as I sometime.
She has written to our president a letter,
And he invited her to Moscow.
All Russia loved this wonderful girl.
Now many people here still are afraid.
Many think that the USA is our enemy.
If they could know
about my wonderful American friends!
Poets and children's writers,
Simple American people.
They so are similar to Russian people.
They write verses and prose,
They fall in love and celebrate each weekend,
They are pleased and suffer - similarly to us.
At very hard time in my life
God has given me the true friends from the USA.
I so love them!
I pray for them, and I ask God
to pardon them and protect from illnesses and troubles.
I like the USA, and I suffer because of impossibility to visit there.
My dear Americans!
I wish you happiness, good health and well-being!
Today, in Day of Independence celebrated in the USA.
This Grand Opening
I attended: Scene
McDonald’s, Moscow,
Queue extended over
Under Pushkin Square
(Some saw the poet’s
Spirit rise and sniff
The air). No
Royalty to cut
The ribbon, courtesy
Of Comrade Lenin,
Just some shivering,
Hatless Business Guys
With Cheeseburger Eyes,
Cutting Communism down
To size with French Fries,
Beating back
The Russian Winter
With Hot Apple Pies.