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Daniela Voicu Poem
I am
in the middle
of meditation
in lotus position
I am
the reason
for you to leave me
Solitude
the big opera of God
a poets reward
You are
the unspoken complicated words
dancing far away
only dust and smoke
(Evolution pollution)
is on the way
and remembers
Big destiny waves
no one here
to see now
what I feel
I am a
Shanghai monk
in orange pajamas
standing in the air
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air lips climb star skin
eternal love pearl soul kiss
dream to the pink moon
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In an uncertain half time
The sky spread silence
In drops of eternity where
Every cloud
Carries thumbnail dreams
In children’s arms
Full of butterflies.
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Lips touch slowly sky
burn behind mirror of dreams
your beautiful soul
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I wanted to cure myself
of you
killing my past,
easily washing my hands
of the blood that flows
from the wounds
filled with idylls.
I burned the past
and threw its ashes
in the wind,
as your complex words.
I wanted to cure myself of you
walking upon time,
and any expectation
I still have—
my hands are grubby.
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How lovely the morning is,
pervaded by the silence of loneliness,
as sleepy green and red dragons fly in circles
around lost feelings.
Next to me on an old couch,
God watches a movie with clowns.
I play chess, and it is naked
all around the queen, that
dirty
dirty
queen,
who reads the lines in my palm,
speaking lies about my dearest stars.
Beside me,
my cup of Romanian coffee is still hot,
while I wait
for the green and red dragons
to dissipate.
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silver spring,
hardens archly on the magnolia dreams,
greedily and ice
sailors
replenish their pompous short epic sorrows,
(scurry in happy life)
tiredly, raining gently...
the hideous frost... pomegranate poses on your lips
kissed by the wind.
she, viper frightening,
embrace sadly
insipid eager,
the trees with unknowing flowers...
(she wanted destroy my ego,
but she fall in the hell-
pervert woman)
raining
boundlessness plunges verses for
melting human pure soul who
screams mad
...at the faintly sun
25.03.2013
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what I like about you
is the indifference which penetrates me as deeply
as contaminated nitrogen air
my skin is filled with cries
and every scream grows a wing
my hair is like a crown tree
flowering cherry
I fly
I learn to feel the air on the
unexpected height of me
you don’t see me
even if I belly dance
you see through me
simple
remembering
non-existence
I detach every night
from unripe lips
to one last poem which I
dedicate to you
but the words
remain untouched
not saying my name
and I wait...
any answer is like new breathing
because I don’t breathe
I refuse to breathe
till you respond to me
I breathe deeply
in time with the 360 Grades
I walk on the Tropic of Cancer
equilibrium on a plan of seduction
I would throw you
to catch me
and your hands like your lips
are not found in this space and time
I love your style.
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First we construct words:
simple, complex, love-words.
A game becomes real
with every word,
that starts to build a new poem:
a fraction of life—
in another life—
here and there, far or close together.
I wanted the night to come early—
depending on words hungry for invention.
I can't hear you,
but words can say,
a thousand times,
that this voice
was a part of you.
I learn the blind silence,
in steps of vowels,
every morning—
happy to be in another life,
somehow, somewhere…
You know you are forever special
in my mind and soul.
I love you.
The cold spring comes
early this year,
with hope for flowers,
windy songs of birds,
and poetry.
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I remembered
watching my shadow
running after a star
(me dressed in my skin)
that he
promised me a full moon
when dogs howl at her
he told me to lie down
on the red flowers
and to let him put her
the moon in my hair
and make love until morning
big alien bugs came down from this
moon
and bit me up until bloody
and this blood inundated
the land
after transformed into dust
my blood
a nice matrix for
an alternative
he wanted me sometimes
& sometimes killed me
with
forgetfulness
I am not an alternative
and take your moon back from my hair!
It is not fashion.
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