Poetry Blogs (picture)
Putting Out the Lamp
In the dusk of early evening, one day,
I awakened from a belated nap,
And came to find nobody back home yet,
Only the wall-lamp flickering away.
I, the child, quickly getting quailed,
Started to run away from the dark haunted place,
But soon stopped for looking backward
For some reasons I couldn't quite understand.
Probably it was the ...
Tuesday 15th September 2020 2:36 pm
To hang on a wall of my empty room,
I think I will need a picture of rain.
Hitting the ground, and springing up to ankles,
Rain wets the socks and trousers from below.
My eyes chase along
Roof-edges, streets, sidewalks,
--tick, tick, tick--
Checking all, one by one,
To find a dark brolly,
And a woman in black enamel shoes,
Lightly treading the...
Saturday 27th June 2020 7:47 am
Golden was the frame
That surrounded you
A beautiful scene
Filled with a magnificent hue
- Nature's canvas.
Centrally seated you
Looked at the artist
And drove the object
Out of the imagery
Created an image
Alive with strength
You and you alone
Noone else can be you
Monday 25th May 2020 9:29 am
ريشه ناقصة في جناح عصفوره
إيه يعنى .. ماهـو ريشها كتيــــر
مش حيبــــــــان أبدا في الصورة
ولا حيــــكـون له كمــــــان تأثير
العصفــورة الشــــاطرة تفكــــــر
ربنا عنـــــــده كنــــــوز الخيـــر
لو تدعــــى ربنــــــــا يرزقـــــها
بدل الريشـــــة .. عشـــر قناطير
لكن العــصفــــورة المســكــيـنــة
وقـفـت تبـكـى بدون تفـكـيــــــــر
حتى اصحابها .. زعلوا عشانــها
Saturday 9th March 2019 12:37 pm
My son has drawn the Sun circles
And all the land with the white dove.
The rays of the Sun had different referrals,
But they all appeared in everyone’s love.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 19th of January, 2015
Tuesday 20th January 2015 12:23 am
It’s so hot
Let’s stop here my lady
It’s so cool, and
The trees are so shady
Oh! it’s so hot
Come, let us undress and do without
Us! M’lady, I’ll not bare my plums
I’ll sit and look out,
And, warn you if anyone comes
Very well. Please give a genteel shout
She unlaced her bloused top
Bared her chest. Not to entice
Splashed them, once, then twice
Stooping low, her breasts they did...
Sunday 9th November 2014 10:30 am
The wind waves.
We have hello’s
We rest by the river,
Watching the boats
Glide over glass.
The boys never
Did well at school.
Everything is orange,
And we cannot know
If the sun is bleaching
The leaves, or if
The night washes
Away the colour
Shades of grey....
Friday 5th August 2011 6:27 am