Long Kazakhstan Poems

Corina Junghiatu, editor-in-chief of the literary magazine "Vocea Literara", based in Bucharest - Romania wishes to express her gratitude to Dr. Kairat Duissenov Parman, president of the World Nation Writer's Union Kazakhstan, affiliate of the...

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absolutely nothing stops the pipeline.

 

it penetrates all ways of life

all borders, all villages & towns---

the pipeline kills everything in its path if it dare stand in the way

of its progress---

with black gold funneling back...

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I write this down not knowing what to think,
or how to make sense of what I went through,
my name is Blake Jones, I was S.A.S.,
and everything that I write here is true.

This tale tells how...

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A fine mist of rain falls silent 
on his thin, sharp-angled face. 
He picks up the pace and tilts 
his head to the wind. He walks 
through the plundered slumber  
of crumbled poverty, abandoned,...

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A light mist of ethereous rain falls 
silent on his thin, sharp-angled
face. He lengthens his stride and 
leans toward the wind. He walks 
through plundered poverty; crumbled
by the weight of exodus. Abandoned
to the blood-rough nails...

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I have always been curious about people from Kurdistan
I wonder why they are called kurds
I wonder when the kurds would become keese
Just like curd becomes cheese
I wonder if birds are called “birds” because they come...

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Vostok 1

Within the time allotted
of eighty-nine minutes,
to orbit the planet
at 17,500 miles per hour;
The Russian Cosmonaut
inside the Vostok capsule
espies the distinctive
features of earth,
from two hundred miles above
its surface.

And reflects upon
the physical violence
of energetic movement
that formed...

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The snow fell lightly facing Tehran the stars all seemed to glow over the Capsien Sea from a heated Indian Ocean beholder of the Black Sea we hadn't battled cold like this an yet a...

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(Transit Lounge, Dubai International Airport, circa 2007)


He answered
that he was from far Kazakhstan, 
“Exotic place,” he added,
which I know but could not pinpoint 
on my mental map.

She smiled
and said, “I am from India somewhere
farther to...

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NOTE: I have not structured this form with iambic feet or any other meter. I found this form suits my faith in Jesus as LORD, closest to how I feel: SONnet

OCTAVE:
LORD, as morn yields to...

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As legend has it, there lived Bai Balkhash, a rich man
In the North regions of the then Soviet Kazakhstan
Had a beautiful daughter Ili who was without her Smiley
So Balkhash held a feast with a contest...

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PANHANDLING     IN     ALMATY

Used to  think  I was street smart   till a couple of years ago
Touring in  Almaty*,   strolling the street,...

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Drunk with the ecstasy of Divine Love
Dears emerge in union to sing praises
For victories as burdens lift and fall
Lift and fall
Drums rolling, trumpets toppling
Showing the way

All is blue, soft and sapphire
Waterfalls flow through our veins
Connecting...

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In the heat of a passionate encounter

Do you ever stop and think

“Wonder what's for din-din?”

Seems all our thoughts and energy

Are devoted to the task at hand, so to speak

So much so that it feels like...

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In the heat of a passionate encounter

Do you ever stop and think

“Wonder what's for din-din?”

Seems all our thoughts and energy

Are devoted to the task at hand, so to speak

So much so that it feels like...

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The Corsican was never really Gallic.
The Austrian was not remotely Prussian.
Jugashvili (let's put this in italics)
could not be, in a month of Sundays, Russian.

The point of Communism is, it's global,
or else it's nothing. Swimming or...

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I have to ask of my good friend Jan
who lives far away on the isle of man
why on earth  you went for a silly brain scan?
I would like to know what's up, what's the...

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