Long Sofia Poems

Shoreditch clung to its ruin
Its roughhewn gate staring out at corpses
And the clutch of travellers heading from the fields,
The shepherds rambling onwards,
The herders with their slow-moving cattle, hoofs
Thudding on the stones. Amongst them the knights...

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There are things, Gaëlle, that are pretty good
Say hello to her mom every day,
Say hello to the nice weather vane,
Listen to the trains in the countryside,

There are things Gaëlle, that are so nice
Photograph the Statue...

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the cause of spreading over of the fragrance
from our secret myrobalan to every side of the pillows
is not only such that in the morning 
an empty ink-pot says to the rain-water 
you are beautiful 

it...

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Here she come in a cloud of rage.

                           ...

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I co-officiated a three generation wedding yesterday…
My son Bryan co-officiated with me….
and since it was my grandsons wedding…
in terms of generations that makes three.

The wedding was at our cabin in the mountains…
still cherished by the...

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Bozhidar Pangelov&Vania Konstantinova/In Memoriam/

Under the Coat of Arms 

In Malta, in the ancient walls
is beating the sea so salty.
Somewhere behind,
distant,
hidden
are shining through southern almonds.
There is no moon.
The light is illuming 
herself
in the pearl of your...

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I’ve been approached, to write this Ode, by Michael:
he wants me to identify three traits
of his. I told him, life is just a cycle
of ups and downs. I cited one Matt Gaetz!
“Don’t count on your...

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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 now sits awaiting the gates
Standing in a heavenly state

He robeless gown woven of air and mist
And her body made new every inch

The lofty welcome her in 
Each one with a reverence

The nectar of Eden...

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A light day…

My granny was a little
woman.
She loved to speak in other 
languages:
Italian, French and
German.

And in the Grannies language for their grandchildren:
“my pretty”. 
She didn’t get pension (that was 
the time) and 
our home was...

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I take a deep breath
and push open the door
to the PoetrySoup convention
I look around
at the tables of four

And sigh
because I'm not sure
I have three other friends
on PoetrySoup
or at least not yet

And I see my friends...
my...

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WE THE BRETHEREN
I’ve a friend, Chang, Chinese
his roommate, Chin Lee, Japanese.
Lee married Shernaz, a brunette
whose father is from Pakistan
and mother from South Africa.
Shernaz’s childhood friend is Sofia
an American…whose Russian teacher
is Spasky, Alexander Spasky from Slovakia
When...

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Vania Konstantinova was born, lives and works in Sofia. She graduated Classical Ballet in
her native town and in Petersburg as well as Polish Philology in Sofia University and
Jagiellonian University, Krakow. She's co-author of the poetic...

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Sofia the large sandy crab
Afraid of a life too drab
Took to the sea
With her cousin Kong Kee
And a six spotted floundering dab

Oh Kong Kee now this is the life
No worries no trouble no strife
Shoulda done...

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For Sofia Coppola

  
The epitome of serenity 
lies just beneath the foot of me 
sashaying through the sweet, clean grass  
White linen bathes my skin 
my loose hair dancing in the wind ...

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EVERYBODY KNOWS HOHOMONTUTU
Everybody knows Hohomontutu
Jack knows Hohomontutu
Jill knows Hohomontutu
Harry knows Hohomontutu
Harris  knows Hohomontutu
Sofia knows Hohomontutu
Soma  knows Hohomontutu
A French knows Hohomontutu
A British knows Hohomontutu
An American knows Hohomontutu
An Indian knows Hohomontutu
Teacher teaches  Hohomontutu
Student plays...

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MOTHER
Mother carried me
	For nine months
In her womb.
			Was it not painful
For her?
Did I not kick her too much?
	She fed me all kind of delicious food
Even watched Sofia the first with me.
Yes, kindly,
		I was a girl.
Oh no,...
...

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I never thought I’d be so afraid
Of change,
and what I’d to to my life,

And others’.

I feel like a revolutionary,
Standing behind the curtains
Afraid to read the speech leading others into battle.

I know they won’t be ready
to...

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For my first born, Sofia.


She wears the face of a fairy
Her eyes, deep with intensity
Make you think of prairies
Inviting a walk in the country.

She travels the skies to search
For the secret of the universe
Her soul...

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*excerpts from ‘The Color Purple’ by Alice Walker

Sofia sit down at the big table like there’s no room for her.
 	“Men corrupt everything”, say Shug.

A woman can’t git a man if peoples talk.
 “He try...

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Freya, Maria, Gaia, Sofia
Isis, Astarte
Kali and Parvati

Always it seems
They haunt my dreams
Staring like tigers in my night

With demanding love
And no expectation 
But to see Her

They walk in light
Hip-switching across the Earth
A woman, a deer, a...

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Symbol of
everlasting love,
a rose
blooming
the bud opens
the red petals unfold

flourishing in the sunlight
dewdrops sparkling
on the grass

Plucked from the garden
doomed

to live the life
of love
and death

The disappearing dewdrops
vanished
in the heat
as your love
deserted me

And when I was alone,
Spring turned...

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2.  Title : Sofiya
Lovely, lovely so cute oh! 'Racemose'
Pinky lips, almondsized eyes even mock to rose.

In your vocal have a sweetness as 'Raffia'
You're only my dream girl oh! Sofia.

You're my heart's Reindeer,
I'm ready to...

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This poem is not about what is written, 
But what is not written. . .or said

They say there is beauty all around me,
all colorful, 
all bold
And that I just have to look.
They say,
The world isn't...

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