Ummka Poetry (43)

If the person is created for you,
It is intended to you by destiny.
How many it would not leave,
It will be with you again.
Remember these words,
Also do not mourn on trifles.
People are brought together only by destiny,
It parts them on corners.

Youth and maturity sat down on a bench …
Youth told: You will be able to live as I.
The maturity answered: Beauty is not eternal,
Learn to share beauty warm.

Youth, with a sneer: What in you it?
House, family, work … Boring fetters.
The maturity smiled as if to the younger daughter:
Without fetters family people of the single.

Youth went on: "Everything in me is fine,
It is young, free, and is beautiful, clearly?
The maturity answered: I am wiser than you,
And with you, the baby, I will not dare to argue …

Mature, you learn, happiness not in freedom,
Not in night festivities, not in the Parisian fashion.
Youth laughed: Nonsenses all this,
Time not in this happiness, means happiness is not present.

The maturity answered: No, it happens,
If the sky allows to live with darling,
If laughter of kids is heard from the house.
You with happiness, a crumb, are unfamiliar.

Youth asked: If truth it,
What at the nights do you cry and about what secrets?
I pay at the nights, the maturity said:
Because did not appreciate it earlier …

All age are obedient to love,
Any villages, cities,
She lived the millennia
And with us will always live!

While we are alive, feelings will be,
To give us happiness again and again,
Such fantastic miracle
"Love" is called simply!

We near it it is much better,
Much more purely and more safely,
It gives us inspiration,
The key from all doors is hidden in it!

Kindred spirits … It is a lot of them on light?
How to pull out happy that ticket,
That to meet a kindred spirit in life,
Wandering still in a haze?

Around there is a lot of, in general, good,
Neither angry, nor silly, but foreign people …
It is possible to talk not bad to them,
To learn, perhaps, a heap of news,

To eat and drink, the song to sing a duet,
Then to dance … Yes, choice here big!
But to keep silent and to understand everything at the same time –
Perhaps only with close soul …

We grow old not from an old age
Not from the lived years.
We grow old for fatigue,
For offenses and from sins.

From melancholy and hopelessness,
From unfulfilled love,
From everyday hopelessness,
Daily vanity

From cares that are only multiplied
From problems that don't decide
We grow old before age
Because souls are dried up.

I know that such parting:
Alarm at heart and emptiness.
Both again pain, and again expectation
Call or post leaf...


I know what is recalls:
The thrown photo for a long time,
Half-forgotten voice, that earlier
I excited you as sweet wine.

And the semi-erased phone number,
The lost about two wings,
Cynical smile and, after
The question is not necessary:
"How are you doing?"..

It is condemned by people
Secret love,
But from it it isn't less
Blood excites

Also the forbidden fruit concerns
Passionate hearts,
Because feelings give
Joy endlessly!

Distract from work,
From any problems,
About such love compose
Set of poems

And verses on it write,
Songs are composed,
Just to these people in life
There isn't enough passion!

Did you hear about kisses of hands?
So there is a wish to whisper to You about it
They kiss, through piercing with light,
Squeeze a breast delight of sweet torments …

When you run a finger, slowly
In the area of her short life
Will respond a palm, slightly breathing
Her soul on these hands letters …

Kiss hands devoutly and passionately.
her breath and hearts knock.
And every moment it is fine
In embraces of the kissing hands …

Did you hear about kisses of hands?
They can't be silly and rough.
So the first beam sticks into the sky of a lip,
So begins stories about "suddenly"

I was tired to be strong, was tired to be wise
I was tired to save, win, survive …
There is a wish for eyes kind, hands there is a wish for darlings
And lips that could whisper about love …
In embraces to take cover, fall asleep, be dissolved …
The big shoulder will become a pillow let,
To have a good long talk as though to get drunk …
That all this was more and more

Why we wander in network?...
Perhaps we hide the loneliness....
Perhaps we dream to find happiness...
Ah, as everyone it wants...
Perhaps just from grief we run?...
From melancholy that has seized teeth...
We wander, and just we are silent...
Sometimes, we speak verses...
How to answer, I don't know...
Have tightened golden networks...
Only there I have FRIENDS...
The most valuable present on light

You are a billeting once and listen,
What does your soul want?
We so often don't listen to soul,
On a habit hurrying somewhere...

We it is so frequent - in desires of thoughts
And it is so rare - in intentions of feelings.
You are a billeting and think of sense,
Why your well is empty?

Where they are your children's dreams?
In them soul is so fondly clean...
You cry and shed these tears
Will wash away dust from your life of a leaf

You will see shine of paints:
Yellow, pink, blue...
You will see all faces without masks
Also you will understand that God near you.

Tell thanks before going to bed
For the fact that you have the house
For what is what to eat,
For that, is where to sit down.

For the fact that you have a friend
For the fact that your spouse is faithful
And if there are no friend, the husband,
Then, for the fact that you see light.

To see light, eyes are necessary
And hearing to hear voices,
Eyes on the place, are also hearing,
Tell thank you that I am not deaf.

Still thanks to two legs,
That go everywhere, here and there.
There are people that live without them.
Well the lucky you has become silent?

I will agree that there is a mess,
That in life a lot of things not so,
But nevertheless, you think, weigh,
Appreciate what is now and here!

And before going to bed
In the cozy bed,
You remember, my friend, about one -
Tell thanks before going to bed.