Best Vladimir Poems

Youth, Time, Night Sky And Heaven's Blessed Voice

As I lay me down in lush verdant grass
Gazing into night sky as Heavens pass
Twinkling stars, to an old grievous soul speak
"Be of stout heart, not a mortal so weak"!

Heavens voice advice, if ones heart listens
Gleaming as true...

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What a shock
Literally an earthquake shock
Strolling through the thrift store
And there he was, an employee, of all things
taking stock from the shelf and packing them right up
He deemed shelves better empty than full
Vladimir Putin!
I almost walked right over him!
He had such a serious solemn face
I...

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There's been a breaking news report about Santa's reindeer.
While flying over Russia, they were lassoed by vile Vladimir!
"I'm determined to ruin Christmas for everyone this year.
Too many smiling faces in the world," he said with a sneer.

An envelope arrived at the Kremlin. Postage was first...

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SONG  ABOUT  THE  EARTH

Vladimir Vysotsky

Is the earth, as they say, burnt and dried?
Will a seed, as they say, never sprout?
Has the earth, as they say, really died?
No!  It’s taken a lengthy time-out!

Mother Earth will forever give birth,
Its maternity isn’t  a...

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BROTHERLY  GRAVES

On brotherly graves wooden crosses don’t stand,
No widows weep there, mourning,
On mass graves you see only flowers and
The fire, eternally burning.

The earth here ruffled with stony waves
When mortars were ripping the planet.
There is no personal fate in these graves – 
All fates merged...

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I oiled the card of daily being
splashing the paint from glass; I pointed
slanting cheekbones of ocean streaming
on plate of jelly, I was joyed
to read the calls of some new lips
on tin fish scales; oh, it is cute,
But could you play Nocturne on ribs
of very noisy...

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ODE  TO  THE  BATH-HOUSE

Vladimir Vysotsky

God, bestow on us your salvation,
God, your blessing bestow on us,
When we, dirty, begin the lavation,
Washing spirit and flesh in the bath!

Mother-water’s  renascent, reviving,
Healing ugliness, sickness and sores.
Here you feel how nature is thriving,
Here you feel that...

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Gold is covering emerald leaves,
I can see cloudy heaven is numb,
Asters, dahlias blooms among grieves
like a garland they cannot succumb.

Little rain is annoying sometimes,
It is hanging like muddy cobweb, 
The wind plays with the foliage that lies,
It will fly away newly, don't grab.

And sometimes daring...

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In truth Clare Quilty 
Was clearly guilty, 
While humble Humbert Humbert 
Was fervently pervert. 
The issue to talk of 
What told us Nabokov ?...

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Just like magic
235 days 
are
gone.
One beer
and
suddenly
day 1
begins
anew.
I am 
as
guilty
as
Vladimir
Putin
crossing the 
border....

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This satanic one lives in a dark, lonely place
He’s thoroughly engrossed in pelfishness,
Utterly devoid of virtue, principle, and grace
He is lounging in narcissism and selfishness.
While he views other leaders with disdain,
Claiming his greatness with disgusting ego
He clearly cares only for what is his domain
And those...

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I'm in love, and all the disturbed birds
will soar into this pearl sky,
Cannot be silent, and I
feel that I'm part of your thoughts!
I'm in love! From the streets of the city
a thousand times will be reflected, words 
in envious echo will resonate.
That is the superfeeling...

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It is. It isn't. Is it him today?
It might be Putin, or it might be not
How many Putins are there anyway?

That's not his chin. It is. It's hard to say
The space between his eyes is not a lot
It is. It isn't. Is it him today?

He's...

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"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe," ... Carl Sagan

Subtle crafts soundly, using euphemisms,
yet cluelessness dealt a sheltered abyss.
When one confront internal mechanisms,
whatchamacallit ... orphaned hit-or-miss.

A conundrum conspires an endowed soul,
behooves postmortem liken achievement.
Where'er wits helix...

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These are poems for Ukraine and Ukrainians. 

We Are Here
by Michael R. Burch

“We are here.” – Volodymyr Zelensky

We are here. Were are here.
And we won’t disappear.
We are here. We are here. We are here.

We are here. Have no fear,
our position is clear.
We are here. We...

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