Dracula would go on adventure
and loved to drink in local culture,
but he discovered, alas,
that strange food gave him gas,
not to mention one heck of an ulcer.
During a weekend in Cincinnati
he met some women who were quite chatty;
but their lewd and crude talking
was really quite shocking
and it simply drove him quite...batty.
In Bucharest, he became fascinated
by a vampire he later dated.
She was a Contessa
whose name was Vein-essa
and she liked her tea de-coffin-ated!
They would travel to museums and shows
and especially enjoy art nouveau;
but they most liked to spend
leisure time with a friend:
the vampire artist Vincent Vein Gogh.
Categories:
bucharest, halloween, humor,
Form: Limerick
I never talked about the rooms
of orphans languishing in beds -
still corridors, like wombs,
that darkened pictures in our heads,
escorting us through tombs.
No unseeing their hopeless eyes,
tied in their cribs, such tiny souls -
and eerily, no cries.
Ceausescu's children paid their tolls
amidst the buzzing flies.
I could not save each child in need,
just one small baby, sweet and small -
more than just a good deed.
I wished that I could take them all,
and I will always bleed.
Categories:
bucharest, baby, children, memory,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
That chilly night in Bucharest
As I lay down in my bed to rest
Torrents of thoughts assailed me
Avalanche of questions tore my heart apart
As I reminisced over the events of previous days
I felt the world moving in collective dementia
As disasters and heinous crimes of every shade
Broke minutely to confound the troubled world
Scores of souls roasted in the belly of Ethiopian whale
Worshipers pulverized on the altar of extremism in New Zealand
Furious flash floods kill and displace in Indonesia Papua
Cyclone Idai hitting hard in Zimbabwe and Mozambique
Man is endangered in his natural domain
By his daily contrivances for gain
His garden must be cultivated with better care
To produce trees where every bird can perch freely.
Categories:
bucharest, abuse, allusion, anxiety, care,
Form: Free verse
The sun
sliding toward the west on a ruby strip,
the tired sky sighs
sunlight bouquets,
open dawns from dawn
they start to draw their shutters,
from the subway, a great crowd
salty and grieved,
with sober and windy air
It cuts its way from the ground,
to the arranged houses,
on the city's metal skeleton
on the streets no rule,
cars - apocalyptic flies,
rushing down the boulevards,
only THE KINDNESS is waiting polite,
at the shimmering red light.
Corina Junghiatu
Bucharest, Romania
Categories:
bucharest, america, business, chicago, poetry,
Form: Prose Poetry
The same mask
firmly held on the face
with a strong wrist,
no chills, no regrets, no shaking!
Nights in turn I wondered,
what is hidden behind the mask,
to discover: Nothing!
He had no face, only a strong hand,
a mask, contradictory feelings
and fashon´s weaknesses.
For the human condition,
Genesis is cyclically repeated
genesis gives birth to beginnings
genesis gives birth to the ends, too
Corina Junghiatu
Bucharest, Romania
Categories:
bucharest, 8th grade, america, appreciation,
Form: Prose Poetry
From Angels jump shrapnel,
The wise men of the time gathers them,
Then they hide them at the top of the plopar,
Or on the root of the mountains.
Explosion!
In the womb of the Cosmos
The Earth is born, the human is born
And the book of divine figures
Gather and share the life.
A human becomes a sham
Of qualities and defects,
Feverish starts looking for mystery,
But the roots of the mysteries
Are not of the man,
Are of the heaven
Are of the earth.
Man... Explosion!
Corina Junghiatu
Bucharest, Romania
Categories:
bucharest, allegory, metaphor, poetry, poets,
Form: Prose Poetry
This field of dreams
A horse-pull cart
Passes by
Brown sunflower eyes
Outside of Bucharest,
Keep your eyes on God
Categories:
bucharest, inspirational
Form: Free verse
Hey, baby,
Tonight, can you
Wear that
Bright red
Chinese dress, because
I want to fly you
To Istanbul and Bucharest
So, we can sit at the local cafe and
Drink some sweet India Tea, and
Walking in the rain, with the one I love
Categories:
bucharest, imagination
Form: Free verse