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The Curse of Being a Poet

To see a beauty and misery
of  the World
The conflict, the fall
and rising of a Man.
  To Feel the urge
set Yourself on the fire
and put the whole struggle
into rhymes.

The joy of life
and sometimes senseless effort
when - the more You try
the less You can gain
the tenderness of love
the biterness of hate
the cry of tormented soul
and its pain.

To be wide awake
while You keep the power
 and the fragile beauty
of your dreams.
When
To dream means 
staying alive.

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Where I Belong

In my soul I belong somewhere...
I don't know where I belong to.

Maybe somewhere to the distand land
where cacofony of voices
sounds at market place.
Where air is full of scent of thyme,
sandalwood and yasmine.

 where the Moonlight 
shimmers on the sand
when warm blood of setting sun
soaks into the night.
 and Wood is cracking in campfire
while the flames dance
with sworm of sparks

 where A storyteller 
spells the otherworlds
accompaniend with the voice of the drum
 The Sea sounds with eternal song
 Under the starlight
the desert rose grows.
There I belong .

But now am homesick,  yet at home
dinning with family, yet alone.

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I Hate You, I Love You

I hate You and I love You
 with the same power
Yes,You- my dear
my joy, my happines, my strengh
my grief, my weakest point, my doom
 My point of no return
You, The source of my peace 
as well as my rage
my safety, my pervert beauty
of a Golden Cage. 

  Because I am shaking 
like river reed in the vain
yet, here is certain sweetnes 
in Your chain
 I wear armor
anytime you lit 
your overwhelming passion
and - as black velvet
Your eyes are soft and dark
 and because 
I am afraid of the darkness
and scared of the light.

This is why I hate myself
 when I love You
and hate You
when You love me

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Behind the Barbed Wire

Behind the barbed wire

Behind the barbed wire a cherry tree blooms:
bustling petals in the land of death.
Behind the barbed wire a gradient runs
between the scent of flowers
and the omnipresent stench
of burning flesh
wafting from the crematory furnaces.

And I wonder:
if there are pillars of clouds by day
and pillars of fire by night
and loud cries
and pleading prayers,
then where is God ?
Where, behind the barbed wire?

Does he know about žthe walls of Treblinka
and Osvetim?
Does he know that Arbeit macht frei?
Does he know about the Final Solution and
forced labou
and the horror of the Holocaust Trains?
Is he, too, in the gas chambers
gasping for breath?
Is he, too, starving to death,
wishing nothing more 
than something to eat?
Is he, too, behind the barbed wire ?

And I wonder:
despite the machinery of brutal killing
in staccatto of bullets,
could they not kill humanity 
to the mass graves
could they not bury hope
Because cherry trees bloom
even behind a barbed wire.

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Dreamocracy

The Dreamocracy

Spread the message 
far and wide
Spread the message 
in the carpet bombing.
Now comes freedom.
 Surrender and forget about pride
 Messengers of liberty 
are thrombbing
and hurtling head - long to the ground.

You can  enter your dreams
and You don't need visas
You are free to spell
Your home, Your family, or  ice cream
or soft breeze.
While You were passing 
through the hell.
 


You can dream  
that your and wife 
ans kids 
are still alive
they are on a way to the school
or they are playing around
laughing. 
  You are not a fool
when  You strive
for the vengeance.
You too, You are human being.


You can dream 
that there is not poverty
and You drink pure water
not the mud from the hole
 while Lady Liberty
( the wicked whore)
and so - called democracy
 ( the bastard she bore)
are falling from the heaven
and landing in  the spray of the blood.

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Late Summer - Gipsy Violinist

ate summer - gipsy violinist

In the immense mass of a green leaves
flashed the red and yellow ones
The promise of a change
  messengers of the Fall
In the air floated certain undertones
of a melancholy and decay

The melody, as a raging river
owerfloaded from a trembling strings
The Violin sobbed with a plainitive note
its voice, penetrating 
as an eye of a Sphinx
sent the shiver down my spin 
and left the rest of me afloat. 

The gipsy man drove his bow
as if it was a Devils tool
an arrow shot from the Hell
The moves stabbed to the heart 
and pierced humans soul
and he kept playing
for few coins  and understanding smile.

The whole day resonated with the joy
of a meadow if is filled
with the music of  birds
 and humming bees.
and with griefs 
of dusty roads and endless journeys
With a passions  
of the night under twinkling stars
with the beauty of a nomad life
with the secret of a fortune teller
with an eternal damnation.

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The Solitude

I sat alone in a crowded coupe 
lonely among others beings 
Behind the window snow fell 
Which alegory.. 
snow flakes and people, 
they are all same 
yet they are different, 
beautiful and ugly 
 their own way. 

Somewhere there, 
behind another window 
which always shines 
in the darness of the night 
like a lighthouse 
Lighthouse of my life. 
The same snowflakes dreft 
twinklin' images. 

The light is waiting. 
The light is always patient. 
I will be there and wondering 
how beautiful is 
the dance of cold gems 
under street lights 
and at the moment the silence will fall 
and covering the whole world 
with solitude.

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The Heart of a Poet

The heart of a poet 
is winged crystal bridge 
marked by stomping boots. 
The world in rush 
Bloodthirsty army of conquest 
never has enough. 

Ordinarines is the Colosseum. 
With a naked soul 
You stood barefoot in the sand. 
You fight, You write 
with pounding heart 
and trimbling hand. 

The word is Your shield 
The Ideal is Your sword 
You are all alone 
against the whole world. 

The Emperor in laurel crown 
His thumb up or his thumb down? 
You are waiting 
Devoted to Your muse 
thrown to the lions 
released to the crowd.

by Vera Dike

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Under Black Feathers

Under The Black Feathers

'Why 
here will be feelings 
around me 
anytime I set my eyes 
on You.' 
You said 
and You covered us 
with a black feathers 
With no fear 
you walked through 
my darkness 
and fought my demons 
with the light 
instead of a steel 
aware that 
we both have wounds 
to heal 
yet we both wear 
our scars with a pride.

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The Reverenge of a Poet

The Reverenge Of A Poet

There is not harm in his lines 
but no one can say he's harmless. 
He stabs You in the heart 
He gives You wings to fly 
.. and You are lost 
Your soul pierced with his word 
You are lost 
in his Labyrint of multiple senses, 
hidden menings, comparisons, 
aphorisms, archaisms 
and the metaphors. 
Thou shalt seek.. and ask 
Thou shalt never know.. 
God cursed him 
and this is his reverenge 
to the World.

by Vera Dike