marikia Poetry (260)

Don’t say that time has come for you to go,
How could you say, “We’ve never made it right”?!
And now since our love has made you strong
You say that it is time for us to part, how come?!
You’re looking far ahead for new horizons,
You say I've pinioned your wings so long, till now,
So that you shouldn’t look for greener pastures,
So that you'd dream abandon for this meager love.
How could you love regard in such a light?!
How could you love and dedication ever doubt?!
Some time your only stronghold was our love,
Now that you're free our love no longer counts.
Oh when in love don’t ever hope it is long run,
Love will mature in its course, then duly die.

You’re looking in the sky
With questions left unanswered.
All that you need right now is hearken your heart.
The world is full of pain…
The city’s unfamiliar – half-step to freedom.
All that was once in past - let go,
Half-word to dearness…

World would be freezing, but for men like you,
World would be freezing, but for men like you.

And destiny in wind as twig will tap on pane,
And say: I am with you, your love I now sing.
And voice will be so clear. Who is to make it brilliant
This day, who else but you, with whom else but with me…

World would be freezing, but for men like you,
World would be freezing, but for men like you.

Once again in the Poet's Corner
Pass the night in a discourse with friends.
If you were a part of poets' forum
You will never regret you have stayed.

I go slowly from poem to poem,
Looking first for the newest ones,
Then go back to familiar verses,
Those that once touched my soul so hard.

Poet's corner is always in motion,
Its contributors take turns in race,
When one part of the world is sleeping,
Then another one picks up the pace.

Poet's Corner is people's refuge,
You're invited - don't need any pass.
Here you meet with old friends, smiling faces,
Here's encouragement, sympathy, love.

You can pass the whole night making comments,
Reading poems, enjoying the rhymes,
Thinking, what is the point poet's making,
Hoping some time you'll write as he does.

Sympathetic and witty comments,
Make you think of the poem twice,
And discussion that's launched over poem
Makes you stay and endure to the last.

Oh, I've learned very much from Poet's Corner,
Never thought would entice me so much.
In my greetings to you, dear poets,
I would wish you success and great love!

Sleep my baby, sleep my dear,
Iav-nanina-o.
It’s still dark, day’s yet not breaking,
Iav-nanina-o.
Nana I’m singing so that you sleep,
Singing you so that quiet you be,
Violet you bore with love in its heart,
Rose with a joy has brought you up.
Should Our Lady’s will be such
That I shall see you grown up,
Delia nana, my little one,
Watching me now with cherubic smile,
Sleep is coming, close your eyes,
Delia-nana-nanao!

Once again winter’ll come into town in one hundred years,
Snowflakes’ll start falling down to ground in one hundred years,
I’ll be sitting again all aflutter beside you in one hundred years,
I’ll be kissing your hand, wrapped in passion, in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears that you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

We'll be sitting again in the garden in one hundred years,
We will quarrel again, you will go to your home in one hundred years,
Moon will be lighting my way to your house in one hundred years,
When you, oh my baby, will open me door in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears that you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

We’ll be probably one hundred thirty in one hundred years,
We’ll be probably missing our thirty in one hundred years,
We, old-timers, will still sit together in one hundred years,
When we’re so close to the Heavens in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears that you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

Once again winter’ll come into town in one hundred years,
Snowflakes’ll start falling down to ground in one hundred years.
And in snow-covered garden we, old-timers, may still sit together in one hundred years,
But all this in one hundred years, one hundred years.

This is to you, old friend, good-bye,
farewell I say,
I know it’s sad, we’ve gone through much
with every day,
So many obstacles were in the way, kept us apart,
it‘s age
And time of course, and distance great,
the least to say.
So many hindrances there were to add
to our daily stress.
Our lives will dwindle now apart in strife
and total waste.
I’ve nothing special to add to farewell,
have nothing else to say, except be well!

Oh time, oh moment of our final date,
Oh you, conspiracy of hostile moon and stars!
Oh faithful gaze, tell what you truly held
In fateful moment when we farewell sighed.

I failed to understand your sweet reserve.
Oh what simplicity it was to think that I
A part of bliss had managed to preserve!
Alas! wind scattered dreams of better life.

It was the time when fate, her fate
Was thus prejudged, along with mine,
Hence look of sorrow in the beauty’s eyes;

But mist of tears that concealed my gaze
Prevented me to see in clearer light,
Behold much greater sorrow, bigger strife.

Don’t cry,
There’s still another one last night that’s left to us,
I’ve got that one last time to whisper “you are mine,”
And only one last time these eyes,
Your eyes will look into my eyes and then a tear
Will fall by chance down on my hand,
Next day I’m left, I’m left alone without you,
But you don’t cry.

Don’t cry,
It looks like fate decreed against, it was bad luck,
We weren’t meant together, where on earth was I?
It took us such long time to meet, but, see, just now
I know I’m yours, and only cry, a cry of heart
I’ll check tomorrow, as for now
You stay with me for one last time,
For one last time.

You see,
Now I’m unable not to think, to dream of you,
Don’t know, no way to tell just how on earth I could
Allow you take away my love at time when I
Set eyes on you and then and there I whispered “yes,”
But let me say, please get me right,
Cause you know well how much I love,
How much I love.

Just know,
I’ll find you anyplace wherever you may go,
For you I’ll cover all the pages with my verse,
And should we meet in any place among the crowd,
You shall not turn away from me, pull off my road,
I’ll steal you, snatch away from all,
And you’ll be mine, forever mine,
Forever mine.

Our Father, who art in heaven! On bended knees
I’m standing before You with modest plea:
Of You it is not reaches, greatness that I request,
Oh I would hate with this to sacred prayer offend...
I wish instead that sky my humble soul enlighten,
And heart with love that emanates from You ignite,
So that for enemies, ev'n if by them I’m stabbed to death,
I’d ask forgiveness for they know not how they err.


July 17, 1858

On Christmas Eve I wish you, dear friends,
In joy you are so sad - in sadness merry,
So far on distant continents and lands,
You are so close to me - I wish I had you near.

Heart hardly can contain the love I carry,
To each and every one I stretch my hand
And wish God's grace upon you, wish you plenty!

Believe my words, we have no other way:
This corner is a chance, there aren't so many.
The one for all and all for one to burden take,
You are so close to me - I wish I had you near.

Mendacity – its etiology is hard to trace,
Is it endemic to one’s druthers, way or choice?
I’ve seen a pica causing titubant affecting gait
In jaundiced people and in milquetoast of men.

Oh dear poets, do not look at me askance,
I’m kind of lummox, lacking nerve in dorsal trunk,
No bandersnatch of pica taste, oh that's too much,
No, I'm a milquetoast, of somewhat jaundiced kind.

No challenge cosmogonic in its scale
Could ever match this one of Jazzy’s make.
And now the titubant that billows in my head
Leaves me no choice but to ignore in flaxen 'flax'
And quench the smoking flax in a vesuvian rage.

Nights of mysteries and feelings,
Nights of dreams and plays, and vice,
Nights of musings and misgivings,
Nights of skies overcast with stars.
Nights of colds and chills, and quivers,
Nights of pleasure, grace and love,
Nights of treasures beyond measure
Of the verse made one by one.
Nights of darkness, pierced with candles,
Flames that flicker in the night.
Nights of sadness, thoughts of people
Friends and lovers that have died.
Nights we pass in tranquil leisure,
Nights we pass in raging lust,
Nights that give us heavenly pleasure,
Nights that last in toil and fast.

Night, my friend, please hearken to wish,
Just give me peace of mind and sound sleep.