Beautiful Hungarian Lady
Do you remember that young guy?
You know my love, it's me
A rocker boy from the last desk,
in the classroom
I just watched you, just watched you
You, Eve, the amazing teacher
My love, I still loving you
I can't forget you, even though you far away
Yes, in the time, in the past
and in the real life
You live in Hungary, I live in England
Distance, distance, distance…
It's very bad, I am suffering a lot
Just feel it, my beautiful teacher
Dame, Queen, woman, the perfect
I love you, keep it in mind
I am always waiting for you
Don't be passive, open your heart
Our love is more than…
Our love is more than…
The Taj Mahal
I Love an Unknown Woman
Super voice, top soul, amazing style
Super life, a high mind, she is the art
I am listening. Listening. Her. A vocal
I love. Electric fever. Super kind a life
I need. I want. I need this woman's style
A woman. A special art. Statue and voice
Best. Great desire. Top life. Glittering…
I love you. A poet. Hungarian. In London
I love you
Dear voice
I am listening to you
Always. On YouTube
Thank you
You inspired
You
This poem
Hmm
I love you
Diamond
You are, beautiful love, mine, hmm, why far?
You, loved, the perfect beauty and personality. The Lady
Always, my love is yours—sadness in my life.
Sadness. Yes. My time. The age. Different times
Oh, love. My life is soon passing away. You stay
My young love, hmm, the youth, I am loving you
You are a goal, yes, of my life. Need to give all
My life is not mine, I will die, stay in your heart
I love you, Diamond, my Secret Love, in all times
Hmm. I need your touch, beautiful Hungarian Love
The Only. I want to respect you. That’s my fate
Past. Correcting the past. Sorry for the disappearance
Get my life
For a servant
In home
Of your heart
I needed to talk to you
Always, always
I love you
I love you
My crystal
Diamond
Life
Luton Airport
People, passengers, everyone going somewhere, somewhere else
I love seeing them; there are so many nationals. Hmm. A half hour ago, I shopped
A white Bacardi, and beside me, I heard Polish words. I looked there
A very likable par. A young Polish woman and a man. I asked them.
(They shopped at the self-service checkout)
Are you Polish? “Yes.” They answered. Nice to meet you, I said. I am a Hungarian
I told them. We talked a bit. Not too much time. They were friendly. Polish and Hungarian
They are brothers and sisters. They are on a different line. I just think. I am still sitting here
So many people walking in front of me, I am sitting on a bench, and the pubs are full here
In this airport. Always
Good to see these people here. How many nations are there? I don’t know. I don’t know
Someone is going to the Parish, someone to Bucharest, Someone to Warsaw, Someone to Krakow. And to so many places, cities, and countries. They're just flies, from my mind
I saw all of them—many faces, souls, characters. My heart is in pain. I can’t see them anymore
Have a Good Journey!!
God Bless You!
All the Best!
All to You
Love You!
To Iwona
We met in Kent, oh where is that time?
Do you remember the sad Hungarian guy? Loved you
Not just you, but he is not a polygamous, only a lover
Still, remember you, he can not forget your hand, oh love
it gave the coffee latte. He needed your visage
to hope for your love, but his fate was a bit different
Comes from Central Eastern Europe this poor vagabond
A life for life, a dropped life by yours, oh elite noble love
“... he can not forget your hand…” Yes, the lines and shapes
are unforgettable, and your sky-blue eyes, please remember
remember to my memory just for our unopened dance in Kent
… thank you for your coffee, two sugars please my dream love
I didn’t want anything wrong with you and there
Only life was the object, purpose, and the goal
No worries, remember, I keep you in my heart
Loved you
Love
The kings of backgammon, descendants of
Bulgarian kings and Austro-Hungarian princes
Russian counts and countesses, Czech barons
Your ancestors have seen better days.
They accepted their fate as the natural state of affairs
And when it turned out to be just a fickle fortune
They had the nurture and tact not to show their shock,
Though usually such a ruthless discovery crushes many.
Now, as you spend your days playing backgammon in smoky cafes
You rarely remember the fragments of days gone by.
You've learnt to rejoice in trifling victories, and not to be disheartened by losses.
The descendants of exiled kings and ruined nobles
They organise championships of sad joy
The winner owes a round of beer for everyone.
The new Russian opposition makes the right acquaintances
Just like the old one did a hundred years ago
And in their later years, they all convert to Catholicism
Since Orthodox churches don't have pews
At least with Catholics you can doze off unnoticed
With a sniff of incense through the candle light.
No English woman
I am sorry, I am so sorry. Dear England, I am so sorry.
Sorry. I don’t want an English woman in my life. Never.
Why? Because I want to live like a health. Without sin
Without English Psychology. English Psychology? Sin
No, no, not that is reason what you mean. I need a life
Without English Psychology, and yours my life, get it on
I needed an English woman, I respect English women; fate
Yes, hahaha, I so loved you, you are in a secret case; you
Yes, yes my babe, a stupid Hungarian man loved you; You
I lost my life, I am a loser of my present life. But loving you
Love, Feelings, heart pain, all of them from you; Loving you
I needed you. English woman, English woman, I loved you
English Woman
Someone
Loved you
Vilmos
Far from you
Where are you? How can I find you? Where are you?
Oh love, believe me, accept me, please, cure my life
Of yours, give yours, let I be your heart, for our lives
Where are you? So far my love from you, Love you
Still, more, and always, then please, I am begging you
Call me, just tell me, say me, a word, I am so thank you
Far, so far, too far, from you, I don’t want to live from you
Without you, oh my platonic linguist, I still loved so you
Time, ours, so far, mistake yours, the train gone; love yours
Love
I did
You
Remember
Train
Hungarian guy
Passed
Loved
Very
You
Vilmos
I am an Indian
I am a Hungarian, but I am an Indian, just loving of wood, getting a try of good
I am white, but can’t be my kind, loving good, can’t you be on me a loving good
Drop my love
Get mine
Forget yours
Love
You
Need
You
I needed to be your mind. Your mind and your heart. Because you are alone, and need a love
I needed you and your hand, in my life. But we live in different ways, and you forgot me, a love
I needed to be your soul. Because you need my feelings in your life. In our life. Still ours, a
love
Yes, I needed someone. Someone. For a queen. To my brain. To my Heart. What's yours,
love
Yes, I needed a lady. It’s my confession, from a European heart. Still loves you. Hungarian,
love
Yes, I needed a soul. Somebody. A spirit. Yes. You. Who lives in Watford? Forget me, forget,
love
Passed years, wasted love
My brain is killer, I need you
Goodbye, Goodby my love
Don’t love me
Don’t love me
Do not love me
Accept my heart
And feel me
Feel me
Feel me
Feel my heart
Understand me
I love you
I loved you
English woman
You destroyed my life
My life
My only life
Forget me
Be my life
Be my life
Be my life
I give you life
I want to die
English woman
You killed me
A poor man
A poor Hungarian man
I am suffering
I am suffering
Get my life
Get my life
Get my life
I lost
I am dead
Take my life
Live my life
I love you
Goodbye
Bechstein, Blüthner, Steinway or Fazioli,
even an archaic Pianoforti,
long had he craved to play them all.
He was in love with their shape and sheen,
their sweeping contours, their circuit bodies.
He loves the sensuality of maple and spruce,
those handcrafted mahogany torsos,
the sprung brass of muted pedals,
deep resonations
within a grand iron skeleton
a tri-legged, beast of beauty,
built to create the most delicate of nocturns,
or a thumping Hungarian Rhapsody.
He would run his fingers,
over their curvaceous sable forms
allow fingertips to caress un-played keys,
the almost erotic white and black harmony
beneath a chaste lid.
He imagines playing
for a lady in crinoline perhaps,
and he the intense composer
of unspoken desires.
Sad to say,
his clumsy laptop fingers,
clattered upon that keyboard,
his coda forever silent.
The Parrot
The bird in the cage has featherless wings folded
to the naked body like squeaking scissors
I'm 89 today let, me out of this bloody cage!
Its owner is hard of hearing, is the widow of a war
veteran, I think the First World War
She tells everyone she meets, 8 million horses and
12 million donkeys were killed on the battlefield and no one
took notice
Humanity only thought of their suffering and were
impervious to animals' feelings, more, a wounded animal was eyed as a potential meal by hungry soldiers
Dragged from a green field to a soggy battlefield and
not a word of thank you
Goulash, the famous Hungarian dish, was made from horse
flesh and camouflaged with paprika, pepper, and salt
for 89 years, the parrot had only been able to read
the titles of books on the shelf on the opposite wall
It had a lively mind and listened to the radio every day
well educated can squawk with the best of them
Had Joseph Haydn
Thought that a French «poet»
Would listen to his symphony number 7,
In a car facing a lake,
In July 2023?
The answer is NO,
Had Joseph Haydn
Thought,
That his music would be heard
By so many people
On records or CDs?
The answer is NO.
Would Joseph Haydn
Have imagined
That an Austro Hungarian orchestra
Would play his music in Los Angeles,
Play For quiet melomanes?
The answer is NO.
Basically, a genius
Don’t think he’ll change the world,
Or that it will change people’s lives,
He has no idea he’s a genius
And that time will prove him right.
Hungarian Bella Bartok
gave music great shock
from gesture&fom
he veered away from the norm
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