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Alone With Myself

ALONE WITH MYSELF 

Today I've looked at myself, 
And seen that I’m someone else. 
A shrunken and wrinkled ELF
Taken from the darkest shelf. 
The better half of my life’s gone 
I stay between twilight and dawn. 
All seems gone and nothing left, 
I’m a loser, my Sun bereft. 
Alone in my gloomy room, 
I’m waiting for the day of doom. 
I'm hearing nothing, but silence, 
I can't tolerate the defiance. 
With a sorrow in my breast 
I hope all ends for the best. 

Let others fight and fuss 
There's nothing left to discuss. 
My earthly life quickly burns down. 
The last day and the last candle, 
All’s gone and no way to handle. 
What a dark night - still and void. 
All illusions and hopes destroyed. 
I beg to forgive me and forget. 
Someone took my arm: "Not yet!”.

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A Lonely Star

A Lonely Star
There is a very cold winter time.
The streets are filled with snow, 
A lonely star's shining in the sky. 
I'm looking at her from my home.

The city's awaking from the gloom.
People scarring to and fro, and shout.
I'm quite comfortable in my room.
The star is luring me out. 

How can she see me from afar? 
And why she's lingering so long? 
Perhaps she is my guiding star.
It'll be a pity if I'm wrong.

She wants to quit the heaven's shelf, 
To warm up in the bed of mine.
(Being sad and lonely like myself). 
I'll gladly give her bread and wine. 
valentin savin

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Lullaby

Lullaby
My sweet baby’s in his bed,  
May sweet dreams beguile your head.
Moonlight’s peeping from the sky 
On the pillow where you lie.

Sleep, my baby, do not weep,
Close your eyes and fall asleep; 
In the gleam the guiding star,
Wishing you goodnight from afar.

Angel with his melody
Sings you his sweet lullaby.  
Mommy looking with delight,  
And lie close to your side.

Sleep on tight, my little one,
My beloved lovely son.
God guides us, have no fear.
Sleep and smile my little dear.

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Moonlight Fantasy

MOONLIGHT FANTASY
One happy summer late in June 
I walked under a starry night.
I started talking with the Moon,
Of love that seemed so strong and bright. 
 
The Moon appeared much too cold.
So distant and alien by chance,  
Because She wasn't free, She told. 
Young Moon was guiding her all month.

I beckoned the Moon with a finger  
And all at once her refusal I got. 
Deciding not to vainly linger
I instantly of love forgot.
My Fantasies faded at once.
I found that I was a dunce.

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Lost Love

Lost love
Whether I loved you or not 
Alas, I cannot say anything, 
As I never really thought; 
But you've gone and I am suffering. 

I am nearly choking in tears.
My life turned sad and unreal. 
And this has gone on for years.
But you're still in my memory.

You may be happy, who knows, 
Or grieving like me alone; 
I must bear with it, I suppose.
And drink the bitterness of my own.

If you hear, answer me, please: 
Do you have any love to share? 
I can't bear a life like this.
Spare me at least my gray hair.

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I'M No Poet Nor Lover

Valentin Savin
(my poems)

I'm no poet nor lover

That early spring we stood out night -
Just only you and I.
We talked and kissed in the moonlight,
The stars were shining high.

The moon was casting glance at us.
Your face was captivating me. 
You told me with enthusiasm:
Such beauty there, don't you see? 

But looking at the Milky Way  
I mumbled somewhat fast:   
-  We'll perish under it one day.
You suddenly felt aghast.

I messed up all the things thereby,  
That died your enthusiasm and fervor.  
But caught with the side of my eye -
I'm no poet nor lover whatsoever.
08.05.2006

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False Hopes

FALSE HOPES  
She appeared just from nowhere   
And I fell in love with her. 
I thought she was my love forever
But she turned out just a blur.  
 
I wanted her to be my friend   
Rejoiced for no seeming reason, 
Believed she’d love me in the end  
But she squeezed me and left freezin’.

I thought she was my joy, 
Star on the path of my life,  
Believed in her - half-witted boy!
And wished her to be my wife.

She turned the devil incarnate,
The very devil in her flesh.  
Her eyes were evil, full of hate.   
They were rotten, never fresh.
 
Although she was a short young age,
She sounded off like a subhuman.
With youthful spleen and warlike rage,
And I preferred an earthly woman.

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Don'T Look For Fleas On Me

DON'T LOOK FOR FLEAS ON ME  

Poet’s life is not at all easy. 
Nobody seems to need his poetry. 
For some people he is cheesy – 
An ape fallen from a tree. 

I decided not to be a poet. 
«Attaboy, better save your nerves! » 
Said my wife when I told her that. 
I gave her the respect she deserves. 

I realized: all women are bit..es, 
Sitting like worms in their niches. 

I do not want anyone's pity, 
I must do something on this earth. 
It has to be something pretty 
And something that really has worth. 

The winter turned me into a wreck. 
I must find a path or lose, 
Or put the rope around my neck. 
But it’s hard to sing with a noose. 

It’s the winter’s fatigue to blame. 
Nightingales start sing in spring. 
I haven’t that talent, nor a name. 
But roosters also can well sing. 

Nightingale as the singer is best. 
I’m the loser, let it be. 
I don’t want to sit in my nest. 
Do not look for fleas on me. 
07.05.2005,
February 2019

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Homo Sapiens

The old body of weather fears, 
The soul falls in decay.
The guilty are the years,
That rushed from you away.

The soul ages with the body
While ending its living span.
Life is amazing and Godey. 
Hold on while you live, man!

You'll be buried when you part 
Or, perhaps, recalled someday.
Or driven out of the heart.
You can't regain the past way.

Our world is of a diverse kind
And you must live in and strife.
The Lord gave you spirit and mind.
Save them till the end of life!

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An Old Man's Grumbling

AN OLD MAN'S GRUMBLING 

How quickly does our time go. 
The days run by, the years fly. 
If the young men only know, 
That old age is to defy.  

Aging is a long, long road, 
And comes when you do not wait. 
Aging means a new abode  
Onto which you will go straight.   

Aging breaks your fragile body 
And grinds it into shear dust. 
Aging makes you somewhat shoddy  
When in life you’ve got no trust. 

You’ll get out of situation.
When from the life you break. 
Death is seen the right salvation - 
"Se La vie", neither give nor take!