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Flying Is For The Birds

If all goes well
airlines will sell
seats by the pound
the less you weigh
the less you pay
to fly the world around
and yet
if a commercial Russian airliner jet
unfortunately
crashed into the sea
would there be
Aeroflotsam on the ocean
fragmented and floating free?

It's a riddle
inside a mystery
wrapped in an enema
from 1939 Soviet Union history.

Russian Roulette

Every human thinks they are immortal,
It is the wretched curse of all mortals,
It’s a constant game of Russian roulette.
Now if I was a smart betting woman,
I would wager all on meeting death,
But I am not a smart betting woman.
I am a child in love with playing god,
I live in the life unending facade.
I fear no

A VILLAGE ROAD SHOW

Picture a dusty village road
Where two stubborn goats 
One older full of pride
Another younger and very agile

Face each other on a narrow bridge
Neither want to back down
They lock horns in front of the whole village
Each claiming the right of way 

On the edges, villager elders watched on
Placing bets on who fights better
Turning merchants for their

Russian inversion lol

The west may be attacked in four years a German military
Officer advises.' This after forty years of enc-roaching
N a t o by extra-sizing..And three years into the war by proxy..? My they're patient.!!! What could be hiding? Its 
Much like convid maybe? Bio un logical war.' Direct by 
W h o.? Now by this officer

Alexander Pushkin translations by Michael R Burch

Habit is Heaven's tame redress:
it tugs down the skirts of Happiness.
—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

Till, conquered by gusts of cold air,
as Winter approaches, I find,
on a branch that is otherwise bare,
trembling, a leaf left behind.
—Alexander Pushkin, translation by Michael R. Burch

Whom to love, to trust and treasure,
who won’t betray us in the end?
Whose

Putin, the Paranoid Dictator

Surrounded by his weapons
they’re all that he has left
Of happiness and love 
his rotting soul is long bereft 

Obsessed with dreams of grandeur
a kingdom in his reach 
He hides inside a fortress
fearing always of a breach 

Will his food be poisoned?
Will it be his drink?
The paranoid dictator lives
each moment on the brink 

Bought Me a Russian Horse

    I traveled to Russia, bought me a horse
    When we got home, I had buyer’s remorse
       What would I feed it
       What does a horse eat
    Horse ordered vodka with beet borscht, of

Novgorod Codex

Novgorod’s primeval pearl, white circlet of the free
Once lost and forgotten in the Kievan sea
Veiled in millennium old shells, made from wax and birch
Grave of pure souls liberated, cast from the church
Of those forgotten who followed Father Alexandra
Revered soldier of Christ, from the house of Laodicea 
Obedient, splitting the world into darkness and light 
Dedicated

Russian wine

Russian wine

It must have been a winter when the old tanker
sailed through the Dardanelles into the Black Sea
that was full of ice flakes 
the tanker was loading black gold at a town I have forgotten the name of, but I recall how spare the street
lighting was on a wide boulevard 
We found a restaurant in a stern-looking

Russian Missile

Russian Missile

Broken windows like lost teeth in a face.
Shredded curtains hang loosely.
The Russian missile worked.

Russian Refugees

The Russian refugees

When the war ended in 1945 and the German army
surrendered when the local Nazis were arrested
the whores had had their hair shorn; peace arrived
with stark poverty and need.
My mother got a newspaper round, and the pay was 
negligible, but she got bags of old newspaper, pressed 
looking like bricks and warming when autumn

Russian Proverb

We go to heaven, for the good weather,
We’re going to hell for the company.

Race 2

Race 2
Same old  going down
Graves of men now silent
Nowt much happening here
Just dead bodies buried
After being riddled blasted
Russians killed by Ukrainians
Prisoners mostly of Wagner
Sentences cut lives now cut
Politicians bathe in blood
They had quite a run
Still race in Part 2
Race 1 was a loss
No victory only death
Plus injuries and ruin
Battlefield injuries extreme
It's fine there's time
So

Russian Queen

Oh my darling 
My Sweet 
Russian Queen
Mother of my home
Born of my dreams
Mother of my heart 
Hope sewn through our seams 
In our troubled history
Lost are we 
Wondering 
Whispering 
Fallen Leafs 
Tussling and rustling upon our street 
Read and burnt beneath our feat 
Angels caught in tears 
Hope for happier years 
Now silence weeps
Our Russian

Box Off

Box Off
The black box that tells of approaching enemy missiles is turned off
The black box that jams enemy missiles it turned off
The black box that dispenses radar jamming chaff is turned off
The black box that launches infra-red flares is turned off
The black box that gives out false position locations is turned off
The black box that

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