Long Bulgarian Poems

Like the twelfth
juror in the play
I must say I am not
convinced
For I know a recipe
for trouble 
I have seen the
double standards
And I do not approve
this for Kenya
I will never approve
it, and neither
Would you, dear
friend of...

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They say
?There are a million ways?
To say I love you

In this day and age?
I could only find
?In my computer’s brain?
The words 
to say I love you?
In 53 languages 
of the 10,000 languages
?Spoken on this planet

Someday...

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He grew up in the bay area
Bad to the bone 
Tattooed out
Yeah he something to talk about
I love him to deaf

California baby
California baby

He  is my California Baby   He  is from the...

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Dear swollen-trunk maple, deemed 
diseased by the saw-happy tree guy, 
you who have stood silently, supposedly 
slipping your ailment through your roots 
to the neighboring trees, now fallen 
full blast down, geometrically down, 
right angle,...

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...Hoender - Afrikaans, Pulë - Albanian, ???? - Arabic, ?????? - Belarusian, ???? - Bulgarian, 
Pollastre - Catalan, ? - Chinese (Simplified), ? - Chinese (Traditional), Piletina - Croatian, 
Kurecí - Czech, Kylling - Danish,...

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The house is boiled cabbage
goose fat, gizzard stew, and beets.
Windows steam and simmer,
you can write your name on the glass
winter or summer.

If you can live among rutabaga
or borscht; if pickled eggs haunt your palate
then this...

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Falling asleep, you will see me –
faithful and yours for the claiming.
I won’t be asking, while caressing your sleep,
if we had been ever related.

Falling asleep, I will see you –
reaching concepts of piety, slowly sipping...

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2011, Yambol








A poem for My Beloved
1.He is like a bunch of  myrrh,
He is gilding my fingers
With fragrance.
He is weaving into between
My breasts, He is cloaking on
My pearl buttons in sunrise redden
Like a droplets of...

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She stumbled from the realms of reality,
From door to door, she hopped onto the staircase,
Stepped through a window on the way there
And sat on the ceiling for a tea break.

She balleted from brown paper bags...

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The boy with the exhausted wings remains,
the mirror doesn’t show a friend reflected.
Betrayal is predictably effective.
And guilt is carrying all too many names.

The boy with the exhausted wings remains –
and do you know him, son...

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I am Bulgarian,
but wait, I am not proud at all.
Your voice is never heard in here
because ignoring is our law.

Gypsies, addicts and psychopats
walk aroung each day.
Eternal Halloween hangs over us,
how would I want to stay?

You...

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This is a very special day in Bulgaria, my friends. Here - 
http://www.balkanfolk.com/news.php?id=23 - you can read more on it.

marigolds

marigolds 
San Clemente*

and the sun that is
opening
we will lose ourselves
before they find us
in the eternal searching
for...

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Hello friends! This is my first bilingual book.HAMMER @ ANVIL BOOKS released my book of 
poems as e-book on AMAZON Kindle: http: //www.amazon.com/A-Feather-of-Fujiyama-
ebook/dp/B 00E5XY5PO/ref=sr_1_1? s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1374938945&sr=1-1
 Special thanks to Vessislava Savova (translator) , Mercedes Webb-Pullman (Editor)...

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Saint John of Rila
Father John –
I have no bread
(short is the bread daily)
And the Lestvitsa* -
so long …
Longer than a thought
and shorter than a peal
of a bell.
I’m ashamed, Father,
that today I am speaking
but not staying...

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Bulgarian Kukeri honors ancestral ways at annual feasts
Descendants don wooden masks and faces of bird or beasts
Filled with metaphoric meaning, meant to inspire fertility
Also purposely pointing out a young man’s oncoming virility.

There are many reasons...

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The Rozhen Monastery of the Nativity of the Mother of God (Bulgarian: 
???????? ???????? "????????? ???????????", Rozhenski manastir 
"Rozhdestvo Bogorodichno") is the biggest monastery in the Pirin Mountains in 
southwestern Bulgaria. It is one of...

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On the day of equinox
you go on the necropolises
of the Past,
among phallic totems,
but the brain does not accept
abstract logic
of Hermes
and the conservative postulates,
intruding on you and those
from the necropolis ...

Homo Sapiens is imperfect
and unfinished,
but your...

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Dog Gone Languages

All dogs bark except the Dingo
Humans think they know the lingo
But truth be told – reality
It’s a different sound in each country
In Arabic – hau-hau, how-how
Armenian – haf-haf
In Cantonese – wow-wow, wong-wong
Bulgarian –...

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The night is speaking like a cascade.
She’s knitting filigreed lights and shadows.
Sunk in the deep sea
of Sargasso eyes
I stay quiet and don’t find words.
And the scars on your hand
are fading, in order to burn
in my...

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Oh, how this winter rain would glide along,
descending down the landscape’s bristly curves…
It’s waiting just for our “Come on!”,
but simply, no one’s there to say the words.

Beneath, through the November mist at last,
the color-yielding trees...

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After years or centuries
- in some next life
we must be in love.
We'll be lying on the beach snuggled
and I will kiss you,
and not only this,
and not only once,
but after years or centuries.

After years or centuries
-...

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The world - a boat and moon
in the bosom of the rains.
Left the hand of God
the soul - a silent flower -
thirst after
soil and light,
air and caress.
It prays to Madonna and Child
like Raphael prays, like...

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What am I for the world so wonderful:
the word mute in an unreleased verse,
the tormented pause in song,
fourth picture of triptych ...

In the theater of life /without sufleurs/
I'm not even an inclined tree,
I am not...

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just a little bit more
quite
a scrawling
of the senses
or a Raven
to come
before the final
rain

gracefully

till the end
did Annabel Lee
stay till the end
there’s no portent here
destiny
or a sign

self-made

it’s till the end
art
truth
without seeing

but the Raven
looked sorrowfully
croaked something
and jumped into...

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