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Arthur Zozulya Poem
If you want your big jam sandwich
Pay attention to your stomach
Looking down at your toes…
You can see them – add more butter!
Copyright © Arthur Zozulya | Year Posted 2016
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Birth: Cradle. Diapers. Mess. Cries.
First: Word. Step.
Sneezes. Doctor. Parents Doting Over. Brother/Sister...
Kindergarten: Swing. Toys. Daily Snoozes. Lunches.
School: Teachers. Marks. Principle and Misdemeanors.
Games. Yard. Ball. Tripping. Crutches. Bed.
Fights. Broken Nose. Blood. Makeups. Forgiveness.
Neighborhood. Friends. Hangouts. Drinks and Smokes.
Girls. Parties. Show off - Pretense. Kisses. Finally: Sex.
College: More Kisses. Sex. Spring. Winter. Summer.
Sessions. Tails. Beer. More Beer. Vodka. Gin with ice.
Coffee. Night Sessions. Finally Diploma.
Thereafter: Work. Love. Starry Sleepless Nights.
Unending Conversations. Proposal. Wedding. Marriage.
Mother In Law. Father In Law. Sudden Relatives.
Conversations. Advice How To Live. Trapped.
Quarrels. Clubs. Friends. Alcohol: Boy Nights.
Often Repeated.
Make ups. Birth. Cradle. Diapers. Mess. Cries.
First: Word. Step.
Sneezes. Doctor. Sleepless Nights.
Doting Over. Son/Daughter...
Possibly Repeated.
Stress. Mistress. Bed. Possibly Repeated.
Business. Money. Planning. Overspending.
Job: Overtimes At Work. Scheming For Advancement.
Finally Achieved. Jobless. Multiply Repeated.
Old Age. Grandson/Granddaughter.
Diapers. Cradle. Kindergartens. Schools.
Universities. Stress. Pressure.
“Grandparents: Help!” Possibly Repeated.
Retirement. Migraine. Glasses. Heart.
Kidneys. Lungs. Bones. Doctor. Bed.
Death. Speech. Coffin. Goodbye. Crying.
Copyright © Arthur Zozulya | Year Posted 2015
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Me doing the Wall Street
Different currencies I buy and I sell;
During one evening or morning
Without any crying and moaning...
I loose/win some money;
Sarcastically laughing or breaking in smiles…
Because I was stupid or smart - You decide.
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When you experience great joy
Or under sorrow’s unwonted burden
Or feeling stress/duress…
You still would have an obligation
To keep your station…
Above means that you need to watch
(Three things to keep under control)
Your weight, your mind and your big mouth.
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We loved the movie
We enjoyed it…
It tells the truth about life
And it foretells it in advance…
With countries starting with an ‘A’:
Albania - Afganistan…
About Monica and Bill
And wars on terror just began…
And good new is:
It never ends!
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I’m not afraid of work
I don’t run away from it
I take great challenges head on…
If no work – I go to sleep;
If there's job – I slumber through it.
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First kind – the multitude of them
Who think just of themselves
How tremendous they are
And nothing else moves or bothers them;
Second kind – less so
Who thinking of themselves
'How unique we are'
And of others – in selfish ways of profit;
The third – very few of us
Who think of themselves foremost
And, always, of others too,
Sometimes helping,
But mainly - just to protect ourselves from vicissitudes of life;
Forth – none found in existence
Who think only of others
But naught of themselves;
Because - it’s Life.
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I never came across the man
Who has more charms, more prominent charisma…
And every morning when I shave
Looks back at me with admiration…
He also modest to the fault
Extreme good looks would never hurt…
He also smart… I have to thank
All those mirrors in my bathroom!!!
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Morning approaching fast…
Hateful sound of dreaded alarm
I’m squinting my eyes, realize
Dreams are gone and it all starts again.
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Oh, how many errors were made
And how little was accomplished…
When you walk through life
And look at everything around…
One irresolvable conundrum:
‘Sellout, lie and backstab people
To gather Power, Money?
Or, maybe better give your conscience rest?’
In order not to be ashamed
For what was done in journey
And don’t have compunctions all the way
Despite of being surrounded by Power, Money
And be bereft of friends when it’s all ended.
But everything in life is very straightforward
And answer conjured up (at least for me):
When going through life and in a process
You need to give right answer
To a simple stupid question:
‘How pleasant it is for you
To look inside thy soul and not to cringe
From overwhelming pangs of conscience
For what was done along the way
In order to achieve All Mighty Power, Money?
And not close eyes in pain, feeling regrets?’
Copyright © Arthur Zozulya | Year Posted 2016
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