marikia Poetry (260)

There are trades, enough to name some,
Don't you know how to measure love?
Let me go and ask a tailor,
Who will give me nice, long measure,
Taking measurements of love must be real, real fun.

Let me go and ask of weaver,
How to weave a net of love.
Catching flies is task of weaver,
Here's what matters - death or life.

Let me go and ask of peddler:
"Tell, how much a piecework love?"
Let me go and ask of miller:
"What's the price of grinding hearts?"

Let me go to smith or chiseler,
They will proudly show their art.
"Love is nothing, save a humdrum,"
They will say, - I doubt their mind.

Wise man knows to deal with feelings,
"Take it calm and make no fuss!"
Better go to artist's attic,
He's well-versed in loving art.

Let me ask of him: "Do favor,
Make a drawing of a love."
Sure he will fail to please me,
Don't you think it's much to ask?

My account tells you plainly,
Every trade is such that counts,
And each trade refers to loving.
Don't believe me? Take advice:

Find yourself in deep dark forest,
With the trees and bushes nice,
Lawns are there in forest plenty,
This is where love's nests reside.

Better you get lost in forest,
Forest warden steps in time,
Never mind how thick the forest,
Oh, you lovers, lost in forest,
Forest warden is your guide.

Love is a heavenly madness – there is a mixture in love of both the divine and lunacy. But nobody has known till now what precisely love is. I would call love happiness. If you love someone you then feel you are a human. I think one’s awareness of being a human comes through love. A woman makes one feel life. It is no mere chance that in the Arabic “Eve” means “Life”. God gave Adam Life. Love is a feeling which helps us maintain balance on this planet; love binds us to this world. Feeling love is a great hope and a great power. True, love hurts sometimes; but this hurt is happiness too.

Poets, poets, let’s be friends,
No hurt feelings, you’re the best.
We are here to speak our mind,
Clean our breasts of hurt and spite.
I’m your fan, I say with pride,
I find pleasure in your write,
Write and share your feelings, strife,
Write as much as you feel right.

The two – they feel always so fine,
Languish softly in each other’s arms,
Thinking not what by chance may become
Of the third odd-man-out left behind.

Oh wherever they go they can hear
Birds that sing to the beat of their hearts,
While the third rustles lonesome in rear
As a branch that's been tossed to the grass.

Oh they never will guess till it blossoms
How the winds that branch fiercely cast,
But, oh you, God all-seeing, show mercy,
Do not leave odd-man-out in the dark -

Who in glorious light of the two’s love
Is alone, stands unnoticed in rain,
Holds, so desperate, bunch of the flowers
Like the hair torn out in pain.

In autumnal sky a birds flock bids farewell,
Tearing night in thousands of notes.
There’re so many songs, heart, that I am aware of,
Only in them there is no loving song.
There perchance may be many big moments,
Whisper of breathing, merely words,
Silent sounds of faraway touchings
Raced off for good with the song of the birds.

Song of the joy our hearts will be filling
With the melodious notes of our soul,
Angel from clouds will welcome us grinning,
Please save and protect our love, we you ask!

With every minute good fortune comes closer,
When in the crowd we lock our eyes,
It’s easy to pass by each other unnoticed
At road intersection to destiny star.
But up above earth there are mystic predictions,
Angel is watching for us to walk straight,
Meeting prepares for two lonely people,
So that together through life we should wend.

Song of the joy our hearts will be filling
With the melodious notes of our soul,
Angel from clouds will welcome us grinning,
Please save and protect our love, we you ask!

Song of the joy our hearts will be filling
With the melodious notes of our soul,
Angel from clouds will welcome us grinning,
Please save and protect our love, we you ask!

In autumnal sky a birds flock bids farewell,
Tearing night in thousands of notes,
There’re so many songs, heart, that I am aware of,
Only I wish to be singing of love.
There perchance may be many big moments,
Whisper of breathing, merely words,
Silent sounds of faraway touchings,
Spring will be back and birds will return.

Song of the joy our hearts will be filling
With the melodious notes of our soul,
Angel from clouds will welcome us grinning,
Please save and protect our love, we you ask!

Song of the joy our hearts will be filling
With the melodious notes of our soul,
Angel from clouds will welcome us grinning,
Please save and protect our love, we you ask!

A bunch of scarlet dogberries in garth
There on the faultline 'tween the summer and fall…
It’s such a pity that I wasn’t a poet born
So that I’d say how much with you I am in love.
How it’s impossible for me without you to live…
How day is empty when you’re not beside…
Wish that I were with you, to touch at least with eyes
Your lips, to be in love with you I wish…
How it’s impossible for me without you to live!

If everything turns round and round in circle,
Then I’ll be back for sure, without fail.
But will there be another me or blizzard,
Or shall I spill as light and scattered rain,
Or shall I come and burst as pretty rose bud
That grew in wood above some trickling spring?
No... it's an awful lot to rise again as blossom,
As whiff and puff, and breath of gentle breeze ...
If everything turns round and round in circle,
And if I'm back again to follow earthly way,
Then only in the arms of dearest loved one
Shall I agree to breathe in life again.

I’ll always remember nothing else but eyes of yours,
I’ll always believe in the candor of these true blue tears,
When you forget me, my love, and sail away at crack of dawn,
Leaving behind only a bunch of withered flowers.

I’ll always remember nothing else but voice of yours,
Like a forest creek it will comfort and fondle my heart,
When taking shelter from the rain under a time-worn parasol
I’ll be a lonely soul left face to face with fall.

I’ll always remember nothing else but words of yours,
How many words with yellowed leaves
with winds have raced off,
When you forgot me, my love, and sailed away at crack of dawn,
As ships cast off the lines and part the ways with docks.

And when you tell me good-bye,
I will see the lost paradise,
I will hear there birds taking flight.
I will take canvas, I will take paints,
I will pour wine and toast I will say,
And from faded pages I’ll brush off the dust.

I will remember,
I will remember,
I will remember
Always...

You’ll never be lonely, deep in heart, in your dreams,
If it were for me, if you only let me.
For dreams – they just vanish and time – it goes on,
And you - still alone and you think that it's all,
While heart keeps on beating in search for its joy!

You’ll never be lonely if you followed my words,
If it were for me, if you never let go.
It takes little magic to make dreams come true,
Maybe instant or two, maybe longer, but sure,
While heart keeps on beating in search for its cure!

You’ll never be lonely – this chance don’t you miss!
If you asked my advice, if you only let me,
If you followed your star, tracked its course up above,
Then in heavens you’ll see that it’s real, not lie,
While heart keeps on beating in search for true love!

In our brotherhood of men
We are the same, we're just the same.
Tree lives and grows, and falls and dies,
So does a man. In pain and strife
He's born, then grows and dies the same,
We're all the same, we're just the same.

In our brotherhood of men
We try to move to better end,
Well knowing, life is but a thread
Which stretched tight will give and break,
Being the same we're more than safe.

In our brotherhood of men
We'd never know what's best for men,
Much weaker we would be and break,
But for the knowledge we're the same,
Cause we're same, we're all the same.

In our brotherhood of men
Our human nature strives for best.
This is what matters in the end,
Forgetful of or knowing well
We are the same, we're just the same.

I know who is the killer when I’m dead,
Love is to blame, but I am done with that.
Peace dwells where it was meant to be love’s nest,
It is my soul that’s stripped of love, for all is vain.
I never thought that love would ever harm and kill,
Hoped it would give me time, my efforts it would spare.
And if it dealt a blow it would then charge and miss,
And if it showed abyss I wouldn’t mind and care.
I thought I would be reconciled and bear the blow,
As all I needed was regard and feeling strong.
But what I've got is heart devoid of love and hope,
It wasn’t meant to be, it seems, your love is gone.
Don’t think I’ll ever miss you any more,
The void inside me tells me - nevermore.

Tell, people, how much it takes
His words to leave behind, forget,
Accept the fact there’s no way back,
That our time has been just chapter
Of novel big and very sad,
In which mere party third I am?!
He’s open, tells me right up front
How ring for her he bought,
That yesterday another night
He went and spent with her,
How gently held her in his arms,
How happiness to him she brought.
Tell, people, how much it takes.
A wineglass? One? Or maybe five?
Or maybe simply poison drops
Can still such pain as mine?
Wish I forgot: not long ago
I too was in her place,
And round and round we gently waltzed,
He wished ME, no one else.
Don’t want to think, Lord gracious, please,
Put everything in place in life!
No wine – I will indulge in dreams
And drink the herbs instead of wine.
Still in my dreams I’ll see in pain
Dear features of your face,
Still I will long to closer stay,
To feel I’m loved I’ll wait and wait …
Tell, people, tell me what will help
To pardon, let him walk away
To one - bit younger than I am,
My heart no more to love him help?..

18.04.09