Tolstoy Poems | Examples

Chopin

true love can't be touched,
can't be hugged, -
wedding in heaven we can't attend,
we are too busy becoming beautiful,
- play in the rain, dance,
kiss in lilac,

only in your eyes, i see tears
covered in colors
falling into the sea like gold,

true love can't be touched,
can't be hugged, -
burial in heaven we cannot attend,
we are too young and too busy to become beautiful,
- chase the waves,

spell in your heart, true love can't be touched,
can't be held in arms, - 
a war in heaven, we can't fight, we're way too young
and too busy being beautiful

Owen the Pheasant

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

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

Jeepy Jappy Jumble Jolly Jee Jam

Abracadabra did not work for joy
Her references backed by Leroy Tolstoy
She threw the spells out and went with her soul
Succeeding with the monsters, her ultimate goal

Instinctive chants from her expanding diaphragm
Jeepy Jappy Jumble Jolly Jee Jam
She snapped her thumb and the elixir lit red hot
Neon green too, then it began to dance and trot

Slivers of light darted left and right through the air
She could feel empowerment from everywhere
Abracadabra might work for the others
But she needed direction from her ancestral mothers

The room began to hum, whistle and sing
Pink curtains were jumping, chandelier did swing
Jeepy Jappy Jumble Jolly Jee Jam was the perfect chant.
For 7th daughter of 7th daughter, witch Millicent.

Leo Tolstoy

"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."

You Would Say Softly

I wish I could hear
your voice 
one last time

“Hey”
you would say softly 
“I love you”

you would quote 
literature by heart
Tolstoy,
Steinbeck,
Vonnegut

and then 
you would 
quote something of mine
“because I know you by heart too”
you’d tell me

in that style you had,
you would say softly
«??????»
(“Prashai”)
one of our little
rushing secrets 

“goodbye”
and
“forgive me”
in one phrase 
but you never told me
these things

and then you were gone
because of my words
and did I ever
forgive myself?

the subject is sleeping -2-

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

Smile

I've looked for a gift to bring you, 
but nothing seems enough. 
Can flowers be painted; 
can the sun be made brighter? 
Can rivers flow faster, 
or stars be whiter?
Words have become my enemy, 
while silence is wrapped in melody.
Perhaps, just perhaps I can make you smile 
when telling you that you are pure and beautiful as a lily of a Nile.
Did it work, did you smile? 
Being all the time happy would be living a lie.
This one smile, this moment of joy,
may it remain, ‘If you want to be happy, be.’ as said Tolstoy.

Waiting

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.

Christinas World by Andrew Wyeth - American Artist 1948

“Art is the medium by which a person, having experienced an emotion, intentionally transmits it to others” – Leo Tolstoy

A bleak monotonous landscape,
Had been her outlook for years.
She so vehemently longed to escape.
The young woman fought back tears.
Christina’s world was internment.
Trapped in a body with muscles decaying.
Poor dear lacked discernment,
Her will to walk, her spirit not obeying.
Muscular Dystrophy restricted her being.
Crawling helplessly across the field,
The horizon beyond is all she will be seeing.
Determined to create an impenetrable shield.
To separate her from her crippling disorder.
Forcing herself daily, her bent limbs to be unfurled.
In spite of her debilitating marauder,
In pain Miss Christina Olson seeks to view the world.

Politically Exposed People

Alexandra Tolstoy, lost it all, the bamks just
Threw her to the wall, held her funds
Locked her out, her fault? 
Her Russian husbannd no doubt.!
Although he'd left for many years she took
The hit, expetienced fear; according to some
Info held she lived in Monaco sone records did
Tell, sh'ed visited twice..is domiciled U K, her
Absent man had alimony not paid.' Despite these
Facts it was claimrd otherwise on the flimsiest of
'False; facts' some company filed, not much of a 
Bank of records in truth.' Then She got some air to
Tell her truth, nat-west did a u-turn paid her money
Yet the story morals are hardly funny, so be aware
Of subjective 'truths' watch out your info is not
Fool-proof, fact checking' today? Is as we know.'
Not real kosher, yet why is this so..?

My Pardner

Pick a book I'll read it
Any one will do
I always want to have something
That I can do with you

Montgomery, Smith, and Tolstoy
Weren't too complex
But didn't you say Shakespeare,
Was who you wanted next?

How'd you do on Wordle?
It was pretty hard today
Oh, I see you got it
Three tries? What can I say?

How about Sunday's crossword,
Do you have some time for it?
I'll go across and you go down
'Til it's finished, we won't quit

Need song ideas? I'll pick some
Then you decide which ones
I'll play anything you want
I'll take it as it comes

All I'm trying to tell you
Is for me it means so much
That you would do things with me
And share a common touch

Of things enjoyed together
That we both like to do
Like two birds of a feather
I'm the red and you're the blue

Changes In Me

Open eyes to bright sunshine 
This feels like the first day 
Can't imagine what went before
Like a scene from an Ibsen play

The thought of you a lightning bolt
The kind that hits you twice
You are the catalyst demure
Sin pays a heavy price

I'm singing a new song
Euphoric and free
I can see the changes in you 
Come see the changes in me

I sniped at the words you used
I was jealous of your look
A vision from a catwalk
A princess from a Tolstoy book

I've put these days behind me
The truth has been my guide 
Your heart lighting up the way
Elegance personified

I need you more than you can see
So never forget
It's the changes in you 
That caused the changes in me

Behold my new tune 
Call it destiny
I bless the changes in you
Come bless the changes in me

Putin's Long Tentacles

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.

Global Intellectual

Hafez and I grew up together
in Shiraz, centuries apart with
similar poetic ether.
Wandering the world together
as if from the same mother.
We were never actually together
the word reincarnated is better.
He lives in me and we suffer together
humanity's woes and ethnic the other.
We're global intellectuals chanting together
not the salute of flags and land of the mother
we preach the ethos of unity and together
in trenches of peace and harmony with the other.
We renounce war as our destiny together
and throw nationalism to dustbin as we gather,
tall we stand, and humble, together
on shoulders of giants like Tolstoy, Schweitzer, Camus and reverent other
But, wait, Hafez has asked to write a new stanza together
song of world peace and none other.
In you, full of yourself, we enter together
Go fill your heart with love of the other.


Dedication: To Noam Chomsky

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