Siberian Poems

Facing a Siberian Tiger

Siberian tiger, striped, brave and strong
She covered my entire car, ten feet long
Six hundred and sixty pounds turned and stared me down
I ran until I reached the edge of the very next large town

You were never in danger, a voice said in my head.
He’s just a big pussy, a pet of your weird old neighbor Ned.
But part of me knew better, and was glad I had been spared.
For neighbors like this odd duck man, I have truly never cared.

Siberian Tiger

Siberian tiger larger than you suspect
Ten foot long from fat tail to fatter neck
Weighing six hundred and sixty pounds, bigger than four human beings
Here is one now, which is why I am not tee-heeing.

Siberian Chill

Eager for your takes
Awaits sun after the rain
Makes your cold heart aches.

Siberian Scene

prey stand motionless
Siberian wolves howling~
gossamer snowfall

Siberian Tiger

great night vision
Siberian tiger
I feel his breath

Siberian Wind

Icy rains pelt angrily the ground,
Shacks and huts though unstable, sound.
The king that reigns is keeper of pride.
His flaws, outside seem most profound.

His butler doth usher him inside.
But this rainy country's summer's akin, "Bide
Thy time, fore the Winter's forlorned grasp
Is brought on by the tide." she sighed. 

She awoke that night by the window's rasp. 
Cracked slightly, snow filtering, copper handle grasped;
The curtains they writhed and came unwound.
Frozen with shock she stay as the Wind unclasped...

Winter winds had come, blew away his love, unfound
Love is war as his heavy ring is round
Himself was he lost in all the while
As he was the Wind, his words Winter sound...

Siberian Gifts

SIBERIAN GIFTS

Chimney smoke west-trailing far
Over the murky city, announcing  
The  cold Siberian air pushing in.  Listening,
People looked up to see on high -                           
 

Bestudded coruscations of stars
Where none was ever seen:
Gifts from an ethereal hand, glistening,
And dropped into the fresh black sky.

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NOTE

The recent extremely cold weather all over Europe is blamed on the "Siberian High"  which is a cold  air-mass affecting much of the world. We suffered  too in St Petersburg (Russia)   but the starry skies were a bonus gift  in this smoky city.

Siberian Bears

Eight months in a cave
Hunger games in nature
Atlantic salmon at river mouth

Siberian Vision

He closed his eyes
On the left stood black knight
His visage powerful awesome
He had a sword and a huge axe

On the right a girl
As beautiful as a raindrop
And equally pure 
Aura of light and bizarre writing covered her body

Further to the left a satyr devil with axe drenched in blood
He was once beautiful but darkness of his soul changed his façade
Illuminating the sky Great Eye God
And girl praying to the God

The power of devil was great
But the black knight had to face satyr by himself
God loved him but could not interfere
Because of free will

Black knight had eyes red like the harvest moon
In his soul fury of a typhoon
He buried the axe in devils head
And just like that satyr fell dead

The knight and the girl held hands bellow the sky
Looking down upon them was Great Eye
Then he opened his eyes not knowing if he will die
For he was still in concentration camp not knowing if he will survive

Trans Siberian

Metal to metal
Bumping along
Monotonous humming
Anxiety strong
Trees in my window
Snow on the tracks
Towns without names
Filled with old wooden shacks
Surrounded by vodka
On tables and breaths
Checkers and Yahtzee
Gambling debts
Fervorous passion
Escaping my heart
Aching and yearning
For amorous spark
Pools of turquoise
In the aisle ahead
Hair shines like copper
Atop of her head
Rest here beside me
Capture my soul
Siberian angel
More precious than gold
Minutes to hours
Day into night
Curled beside me
Light up my life
Whispers from heaven 
Capture my ears
Mind numbing beauty
Brings me to tears

Siberian Expanse

One of the beautiful things about Siberia it is a sea of grass
Like purple color of the soul Roth grass
And flowers like Siberian corydalis hides in the grass
The surreal beauty of flowers sends its divine fragrance through the ocean of grass

The grass covers the endless expanse
This is what inspires poetic romance
The sea of grass in which wind whispers soul will in trance  
Among the grass the bears and tigers hunt and antelope will dance

The smell of freedom is mesmerizing
As the father time and mother Earth give birth to daughter spring
Of destiny connected to very abyss the nightingale will sing
The echoes of his voice lift the soul to place fit for a king

The grass is not it but it reflects the visage of genetic zero point
And if one looks for nirvana the fields of Siberia will not disappoint
As with sublime universal energy the spring is conjoint
And can completely lift one to divine viewpoint

Trans-Siberian Orchestra

I am listening to some wonderful music this season.
The Trans-Siberian Orchestra is the reason.
The sounds they produce are a sensation.
Combining modern sounds with classic is a fascination.
Such glorious Christmas music is what they play.
They have me in the spirit for the holiday.

The Siberian Striper

Manchurian beast
Majestically royal
Panthera tigris



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Siberian Vespers

A blinding wind rescinds my vision of the tundra’s rich ruins
White-dark obstructing the dark-white frigid dunes 
Gloves numbly clutching shovel dumbly
Lunging for ore or foreign money
Turnipbottom dirtpale the truest shade
In Siberian vespers all colors fade
But each double parka’d sweatdrop bleeds a Bombay summer
Tickling, trickling south like my fantasy sojourn
Each snowflake calls to mind a pachyderm, a
Moment fleeting, dying on terra firma
Siberia may not be fain to offer freedom
But India will remain my spirit’s Eden

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