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Gregory Colodub Poem
Souls travel, that’s the fact
You can’t deny or skip
It’s like unconscious act
But only way more deep
Some places of this planet
We never thought to check
Souls easily inhabit
And some cannot get back
We can be born in places
That weren’t meant for us
Life’s random in such cases
Another life we trust
I bet we’re living through
Another time and space
I sought my soul for you
To see it in your face
We cannot quite correct it
Just like the shoals of fish
Souls travel, when connected
Drawn by the shared wish.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2023
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Gregory Colodub Poem
Are you there, by the table
In your living room?
What a pity I’m unable
To see through the gloom
Winds are blowing, leaves are dancing
The trees are standing bare
All my emails are unanswered
Like you didn't care
To reply me, cause you don’t know
What about to write
I’m not welcomed, off I go
Into the cold of night
Silence is a strong reply
And you use its power
Probably to show that I’m
Not your garden flower
You are silent, and I’m speaking
For us both again
Like a water I keep leaking
Spilling down my pain.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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Gregory Colodub Poem
Take me away with your eloquent talk
Tell me news about my ideology
Show me the opportunities baulked
Smile at my unsaid apologies
Put me into scheme where I’m just a screw
Within a machine that makes war
Stereotype me with anything you
Distinguished about times before
Your precious guidance is my comfort zone
All you expected to see
That’s what I am, when I’m here alone
And you are talking to me
What can I say? There’s no way to ignore
Calamities of some failed state
Where I was accidentally born
You wouldn’t envy this fate
I won't try to disarm the army
I can't vacate laws and police
Of course I don’t think its too funny
To be accused for all this
Don’t want to cause any damage
There is no point to load you
With what I’m not able to manage
With something beyond my full due
As you have hinted, I’m little
So in metaphysical sense
There's nothing about to fiddle
I cost no extensive expence
I value a lot what you say
You are my interlocutor here
You help me to live through the day
Even if me you can’t hear.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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Gregory Colodub Poem
Let’s make the Greenland green again
Melt down the ice with fire
Let’s build on Greenland’s pleasant land
A city of desire
Erect the towers most gigantic
And hotels on the coast
The biggest port on the Atlantic
I dare to propose
Let’s make some money out of soil
I hope you understand
We’ll label it a Greenland oil
A number one oil brand
The Danish king must be well paid
To him we’ll do no harm
We’ll offer him a job to paint
A brand new coat of arms
I’ll be depicted in my pants
With a stone axe in hand
Parading on the golden sands
Of Greenland’s pleasand land!
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2025
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Gregory Colodub Poem
Haven’t you noticed sometimes that it goes
As if not with yourself, but with somebody else
Whom you never desired to know, but who knows
Something about your state of health
I've no clue how it happens, but it seems unreal
That I’m not the same anymore
It is more than surprise, that I have to feel
A stranger, whom I cannot ignore.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2025
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Gregory Colodub Poem
Racists beat some other racists, bigots hate some other bigots
Gunman kill some other gunman, thieves deceive some other thieves
Politicians of both parties share the views that must divide them
But they hate each other madly, cause the people love this circus
And they do the show on purpose to get votes and fly away
No fanfares for the common in the search of sheer perfection
There is so much imperfection everybody can’t believe
They are multiplied one person, cloned from a forgotten sample
On the basis of resemblance they can’t tolerate all that
And they give a deadly fight to the copies of their type
Would you like to join the battle or its better just to watch them
Sitting in the comfy armchair, thinking of the cloudy sky
In the world of competition I don’t have enough ambition
I don’t want an expedition to the jungles of the lost
I’m incurious for nation, immigration and salvation
Give me less of variation, and lets finish on this note
I’m a mouse of every fable eating crumbles from a table
Drinking tea and playing rummy in the middle of the night
I’m a line in cubist painting, broken down and nearly fainting
I’ll be happy just to vanish in the damp of morning air.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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This belle epoch awakes resemblance
With times of plague in dark-bound books
Allegedly, we’re on dependence
Of history, with all its hooks
I doubt this cliche, however
This comer is a bit too smart
And so it smells he’d stay forever
Being handcrafted from the start
He’s going to mature through the ages
He’d bring the depth in water run
He’ll pass all the required stages
He wouldn’t stop, till work is done
Then may he rest in rich man’s arbour
Where ivy hangs down to the floor
Last glimpse of lighthouse in the harbour
Eroded pier, and ships galore
A guest unwanted, he dissolves
In wee small hours, when the air
Is still at night, while breezing calls
For morning star - and it is there.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2020
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Gregory Colodub Poem
I’m a saddest man on earth
Though I didn’t mean to be
But the only thing I worth
Is your empathetic fee
If you didn’t care to pay
You don’t have a coin
Maybe next time you will say
Hi, my beggar boy
Don’t you look so down and sad
Let us drink some wine
Well I hope you understand
I didn’t have much time
I feel better, how are you?
You look rather pale..
I will answer yes, I do
And I’m feeling frail
I spent countless days alone
Sleepy all the time
You were out for so long
Couldn’t send a line
Let us say good night my love
I know you don’t dream
But I dreamed more than enough
It’s the same old stream
You just fall and there you flow
Down the wind ahead
And it blows about your home
Brings me to your land..
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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Gregory Colodub Poem
I have to be patient, and not too concerned
About the things I can’t manage
If some of the stones I left lying unturned
For this I cannot be disparaged
The island is so overcrowded and small
New comers arrive by the boats
They want to steal space, so the natives can fall
Into the sea full of ghosts
But what was Mayflower by modern esteem?
No politics here, just a fact:
A boat full of immigrants, led by a team
Of Jesus freaks with legal act
To establish an ownership far, far away
They claimed it “the promised land”
How can you deny others doing the same?
For jobs you won't do they're godsend.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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Gregory Colodub Poem
Well it’s not a big issue to know
That I am an abstraction to you
Anyway to your world I can't go
And to tell you the truth, I won’t do
But the same goes to you, isn’t it
A cold war number two made for us
We’ve gone over the budget and split
Now again in the borders we trust
Or in case we do not, then we mime
That we’re different to the core
We pretend not to know it’s a lie
Hope you win with a crushing score
So we’re free from the things we could share
Free to wave our hopeless goodbye
It’s a cold war excuse, that you’re there
And I’m here again, wasting time.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2025
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