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Mari Bond Poem
Along the Turkish lanes - I had to ,
An outcast with face held high,
But with the lowered in soul,
Where the yellow walls
Are scratching the shoulders without touching,
I think of you.
Almost found a way to escape for days,
That you can count with one fist.
From this not native country to native,
To that native bed where you were not every night ,
Not hours in a row,
But just sometimes.
*Gojo, a gypsy name, means beautiful.
Copyright © Mari Bond | Year Posted 2022
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Earth,
Buried it's forehead
To your heat.
The body lay down.
I'm about to snap,
And love will spread my stomach,
By Infinity.
Copyright © Mari Bond | Year Posted 2022
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The holes of the lace curtain,
Having closed the winter windows.
Life shimmers like so coveted blueberries.
So many pieces of obscurity.
The tops of the trees are spinning in the wind,
In a semicircle, back and forth,
Like whipping up the raw material for a biscuit.
Or maybe they're wringing their necks?
The wind has thrown the rumble of trains
Into a soundproof bag.
Every human is asleep.
Copyright © Mari Bond | Year Posted 2024
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The skin on thighs is cracked.
And what's below, don't look, from the heat, running and dust.
From wandering .
Once royal fabrics
Evaporated ,
Are eaten away by time in search .
Copyright © Mari Bond | Year Posted 2022
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Where has the grass gone, juicy,
Green, shiny as if covered with a transparent varnish.
Where did I go,
Chained to the coolness of the life-giving carpet,
Sprinkled with the glare of the sun, straight from the blue sky.
Where is the flower?
In which I lived like something winged and inconspicuous.
Copyright © Mari Bond | Year Posted 2023
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How long will you stare
at my Blurry reflection.
Will we plunge into the enchantment
Of the distorted .
Frightening tenderness so nicely
Cuts the sternum.
As well sounds in the depths of blood - stained feelings ,
An affectionate command .
Oh, and it wouldn't disappear forever overnight ,
If we knew the boundless mutual worship.
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I 'm like a vulture ,
Poems drink souls.
I am, like a cold tower,
In which, Peacefully
You'll smother the cold.
Copyright © Mari Bond | Year Posted 2022
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Beautiful, sleeping, head of a pig.
In the refrigerator erected
Like in a showcase.
It's being watched,
It is admired.
It is discussed by progressives
People.
But who will voice,
That this is a cast of pain,
And the eyes
Are not closed,
But squeezed shut.
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Your beauty
winked at me,
Then crowd
Wrapped you up by the fogged.
And in it's palms,
Extraordinary , drowned.
But the haze of the eyes
Flared up.
In semi-darkness ,
Pulled me along.
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When I left the city,
Or was it the city that left - but I took the core of it with me.
The axis of the earth.
The pupil of the eye.
I remember I put my heart next to your being.
In a chest woven with azure,
With my eyes , fixed in different places at the same time I was kissing the sun.
The swing of time quickly passed,
And lying in the warmth of my thoughts about you,
It seemed I was immortal.
Copyright © Mari Bond | Year Posted 2022
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