Short Tolstoy Poems
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Be it Melville or Tolstoy
or a Pen still to burn
Know the words are just borrowed
until silence returns
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Be it Melville or Tolstoy
or a Pen still to burn
Know the words are just borrowed
—until silence returns
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2014)
Destruction, devastation,
murders, mayhem, anarchy,
ravages and the ruins of wars...
Lost therein is peace.
~Part 2, Fully Booked contest by nette onclaud
~Title: War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy / 06/23/16
The Russians have taught me
that nothing has changed
Instead of Nazis and Fascists,
we have terrorists to blame
Whether Turgenev or Chekhov,
Tolstoy or Marx
When our nature’s in play
—much of life remains dark
(Wayne Pa.-Minella’s Diner: June, 2016)
The Russians have taught me
that nothing has changed
Instead of Nazis and Fascists,
we have terrorists to blame
Whether Turgenev or Chekhov,
Tolstoy or Marx
When our nature’s in play,
—much of life remains dark
(Wayne Pa.-Minella’s Diner: June, 2016)
In Memoriam: Owen the Pheasant
Lost at an auction in Vermont betwixt a first edition Anna Karenina and a bitter divorcée named Ruth.
There once was a pheasant named Owen,
whose plumage was splendid and showin’.
but a flatlander brute,
with a camo jumpsuit,
won him cheap—next to Tolstoy—unknowin’.
Sorry Art Of War
Somebody Said Tolstoy
Discovered The Meaning Of Life
That Can't Be Right.
Well, I Assume He Revealed
What He Discovered.
Half-Wit. Asssssumed.
I'm Afraid To Look.
I Thought I Had...
And It's Probably
Not It.
Of Course.
Sorry.
Jerk.
Who?
-Gray Squirrel
05-11-2025
Part 2 - Fully Booked
War and Peace
Praise the rights that all mankind
live together in sweet peace.
Damn the wrongs of bitter war...
choices...live or die.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: Part 2 - Fully Booked
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Judged: 06/25/2016
War and Peace (Leo Tolstoy)
And the revelers move in a parade
Belly dancers, clowns and people with masks
Ending with music, food and dance
This a preparation for the arrival of LENT
What kind of repentance is this ??
Parading your sins before the world ??
We have it in Goa and little clubs in Mumbai
I retreat into my silent zone.
Leo Tolstoy your words to me are like gold.
This isolation
is not in vain.
By contemplation
I become sane.
My hermitage -
research and reflect;
Mirrors the image
of great architects.
From Plato to Poe,
From Tolstoy to Twain -
I'm beginning to grow,
My strength to regain.
And to rise from the flames-
shining again brilliant.
Calling stars by their names -
I'm free and resilient.
From Moscow to Kiev
It is not too far.
Putin wants to be
The new Russian Czar.
The Russian ballet
In Moscow's Bolshoi
Became a death dance
In Putin's war convoy.
Sanctions are sweet bullets
Never punish bad behavior
Always hurt innocent people
Never believe any nation's saviour.
Tolstoy, Gorki and Dostoewsky
Great works they wrote.
Putin's future biography
An odious bloody note.
"Yeah, Tolstoy,
the guy could write like he was carving his name
into a mountain.
A real heavyweight.
He saw the whole circus of life and didn’t blink.
Kings and peasants, love and death, all rolled into one.
Maybe too serious for his own good,
but that’s what made him real.
The man had guts,
a vision too big for most people to stomach.
When you ou read him, you felt it deep."
to lose sleep over
a person or per thing just
sleep dream best not worse
-OR-
to lose sleep over
a person or per thing then
just stay up and worry
to put one or thing
to sleep one is bored to sleep
or euthanized pets
-OR-
to put somebody
to sleep read H*'** P**'** <--told Tolstoy keep writing
verbosities yikes/writes
rocking to sleep use
back-forth-motion helps ~ OR
use real rocks ~ they'll sleep
I often wondered how Tolstoy
found the time to write War and Peace.
I am now confident I know how,
In fact I am sure I know how.
He wrote it when for a hospital appointment he did show,
Without a cell phone to help the time flow,
So, he borrowed ink and feather,
To put a few words together,
The waiting seeming to take forever,
More words he put together,
Until the whole story was down on paper,
For his secretary to gather together,
While he was wheeled into theatre.
I often wondered how Tolstoy found the time,
To write War and Peace,
I am now confident I know how,
In fact I am sure I know how,
He wrote it when for a hospital appointment he did show,
With no cell phone to help the time flow,
So he borrowed ink and feather,,
To put a few words together.
The writing seemed to take forever,
And more words he put together,
Until the whole story was down on paper,
For his secretary to gather together,
While he was wheeled into theatre.