music: Chimay (E. Morricone)
by:
(с)ЭмRис (Денис Гаврилов,
рок-группа "Рассвет")
Bezhetsk
WHERE LOVE IS
1
Someone's fate melts in the palms of Heaven,
Beats against the clouds in the darkness like a wounded bird...
There is a groan of doom in the word “Fight”,
The shadow of Hopelessness is in the word “border”.
2
Mars, the furious leader, descends from the sky,
The wind brings the smell of Victory from the fields.
The earth is trampled by words of stone rain
These are the soldiers singing the hymns of Pur - Vedas.
Ex:
And on the Shining Front - Spring again,
The eternal song of the hearts of the White Light.
Where Love passes, War blooms
The rainbow of the Holy Testament given by Heaven.
3
Companions of the God of War - Horror and Fear -
People teach the dance of the holy jester.
Souls do not burn to ashes at the stake,
And in the Merciless fire of deceitful freedom.
4
The terrible performance is over, the lights are turned off
The time has come to collect stones of success.
A scarlet dawn rises over the earth again,
Again the peals of God's Laughter are heard.
Ave.
12/8/1995
BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH
1
They went into the Void along the shining road,
Left this world, rising to the clouds
Along the crystal bridge over the river of earthly anxiety,
Where the mysterious Pamir listens to folded hands.
2
They left forever, but hoped to return,
To see at least for a moment not the fruits of your labors,
Notbig cities that will rise from the ground,
Not volumes of Great Books, but the eyes of mad widows.
3
We remembered the past, about love for our Fatherland,
How they carried the holy news, how they laughed at the noose...
And always, in the fight against Evil, protecting the Tree of Life,
They knew: “Our place here is between Heaven and Earth!”
YOUR FREEDOM
1
The drunken rage of the last days
The serpent of war is creeping into the city.
Throws clusters of night lights,
Carries colorful dreams into the sky.
The drooping darkness of closed faces
Gives birth to the experience of a calm lie.
Earth and the will of the birds of heaven
Cherishes the knives of the morning stars.
Ex:
Your freedom is in your hands
And what to do with it is up to you.
But just remember: for someone's fear
You will have to answer.
2
Farewell Pain is a frozen ray,
There is anxiety in the eyes, melancholy in the soul.
Troops of clouds are shredding the sky,
The gloomy river boils in the darkness.
Cold mind, alien law,
Empty phrases on the topic of the day...
And in this ashes only he is alive,
Your quiet voice: "Forgive me"
Ave.
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(c) Elena Zotova
Staritsa/Moscow
* * *
I remember that. I lived then.
And in that sad northern vale,
Submissive to unknown bondage,
They brought me deathblizzard years.
I remember. It was during leaf fall.
The word was formed from the last fires,
And I believed that suddenly and at random
It will appear - I’m ready for anything -
Another life. The lingering ringing of others
Worlds that know no fear, no pain,
He touched my dry lips.
Leaving behind a pure tear of will.
Not forced! And happiness is
It's falling leaves, it's a little cold, it hurts a little,
And I won’t die - I won’t be a slave for years!
I'll leave - that's all. But not now - later.
When I will repay the earth, when
I will wash myself in showers, I will suffer in thunderstorms
And quietly in the morning dawn I will melt...
I remember that. I lived then.
AQUARIUS
The grass rustled like honey,
The royal noon sailed along the river
All the way to the sky, and I saw
That he held the measure and time in his hand.
That glow from the bottom in the blue gap,
Now a bird, now a cloud, a golden light -
A world split into two, a reflection,
Now and centuries between me and you.
And we, passing in the middle of the stream
Behind the sun, to the west, they carried on their lips
Peace and grandeur of living moments
Under the sign of the great water in Heaven.
A III > Elena Zotova - professional
poet, member of the Writers' Union and just a good
great person. About her poems. Feels More
high level, right?
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(c) Sergey Frolov
Balashov
It's getting closer to night.
I don't want to turn off the light.
After all, so clear, Shining eyes,
that there will be no sleep at night, no.
8.8.2000
* * *
Night. It's getting colder. It's hard.
The light in the sun's sky went out.
And the cat hid, poor thing
under your kitchen stool.
10.8.2000
* * *
Fresh, dreary and sad.
I surrender myself to silence.
But I can’t cope with the silence,
What a pity if it weren't for me.
Away with silence, let's have fun
and a destiny full of friends and joy.
But there is joy for me
only when you're hungover.
I can't fix this.
Why was he born this way?
We will not resolve the issue with anyone.
And for whom would I be good?
Although this is not serious.
We are not alone in the White World.
We must dance, make friends and sing.
And from whom will the children be born?
Who will need us all by the end of our lives?
10.8.2000
* * *
It's already evening. Holiday.
A new day has passed, a new day has ended.
And a mischievous year comes,
but I’m still too lazy to give the old one back.
1.1.2001
* * *
Left alone for Christmas
love innocent master.
He's never been kissed
although is he really so innocent?
Hebuheh he is, but not always.
And I had to throw myself into the vice.
His years will pass like this,
but he won’t have time to kiss.
7.1.2001------------------------------------------
(c) Oksana Kryazhova.
Old woman.
Toast (New Year's)
Let's fill the glasses and drink from the bottom
For our star, which is not visible now,
For our past, where meanness and glory
We were given a great right as an inheritance -
The right to fight, dream and love,
And simply, and just live honestly!..
Let's drink to our pride
for firmness, for honor,
And even for the truth, which still exists!
For our roads in the swirling darkness,
For our worries on this earth.
Let's drink to those with whom we go and go
And those who just happened to us along the way.
Let's drink to the glances of enchanting eyes,
Let's drink to the fact that they loved us too.
Let's drink to friendship, with which it is light,
For the kind word that saved my soul.
Let's drink to a fairy tale and drink to a true story, -
For what you remember
and what I forgot!
Premonition
Lots of light and shadow
Over the tired earth,
What Happened to Everyone
What Happened to Everyone
What Happened to Everyone
That's what will happen to you!
But there was a revelation
Life-giving water:
What Happened to Everyone
What Happened to Everyone
What Happened to Everyone
That won't happen to you!YOU WILL STAY TO LIVE...
You will stay alive
You will live
In this kingdom of space and light!
YOU WILL BE LOVED
And you will love,
And be grateful for it!
You will reach the heights
And you will find a dream there, -
Be worthy of the falcon's dream!
Since they are given to us,
So people should
Understand learn the tops!
MY HOMELAND
My homeland -
Blue space.
On my ring
Herbal pattern.
My homeland -
Shield of gray plains,
And in my earrings
Scarlet light of mountain ash.
My homeland -
Canvas and snow.
but it suits me
White-White color.
LIVING FIRE
Even if the rows of windows are dark,
Find out mine in the night
After all, there is a living fire burning in him,
Living candle fire.
And if you're into anyone
You'll suddenly lose your way,
Then remember only the living fire,
Living candle fire.
And you will find your way to the house,
High temple of the soul.
Live fire leads there
Living candle fire!
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(c) Viktor Korolev
Ryzhkovo village
Belsky district
Tver region.
ABOUT CREATIVITY.
Sprinkling rhymes is not a difficult task.
Creating poetry is not an easy task.
A whirlwind sweeps away cardboard houses.
Before the sunny wall the darkness disappears.
What is the essence of these naive allegories,
Anyone who is a friend and brother to the world will understand.
The rays of the soul fly towards grief.
They will defeat him in the end.
CONVERSATION WITH THE WIND.
Tell me, wind,
Where is your shelter?
Well, he answered:
"Somewhere here and there...
Somewhere out there, on the sea,
Somewhere in Heaven,
Where the mountains sleep.
Yes, and here, in the forests.
Here, in the open field,
Here, in your village.
My shelter is free,
Will is on earth."
I asked the wind:
"What's your name?"
"I have a lot of names
On earth they give, -
This is how the wind answered,
Rising upward, -
I call myself - eternity,
I'm called life."
"Tell me, free one,
Who are your relatives?"
"Everything that exists in the world,
Blood for me.
Let's talk about the essence
Would you like to ask -
I will answer everything
Simply: “Maybe!”
* * *
From a nightmare
Someday I will wake up at dawn.
It will rain
The wind will hum in the wires.
Birds will flutter -
Like cheerful, noisy children.
And the melancholy will go away,
The past horror will crumble to dust.
I want so little
And I miss so much.
I'm still flying somewhere,
Everything is fluffing around somewhere.
And the soul strives
To the unknown andghostly heights.
Well, my thoughts are rushing
Meet eternity in the Vastness of life.
But why fate?
Then it rushes along the straight road,
It leads into a tunnel,
then hits the foggy wall?
This eternal question
You will hardly comprehend, hardly:
Maybe the nose hasn't matured yet?
Either your years have run away.
From a nightmare
Maybe I'll wake up at dawn.
Just what, whose fault?
Who is responsible for what in this life?
A III > Note that these are real poems, not
that (sorry) garbage that is printed in non-
Big newspapers. I like.
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Sergey Kolesnikov
(SKL-KEEPER)
Stavropol
I wait, not knowing, maybe in vain...
My phone is silent, and I'm getting more and more gloomy.
And I lie to myself that everything will be fine,
And just as always, the dawn will sparkle with a ray.
The cold wind rustles the leaves,
He hits the glass of the window with his palm...
He's lonely and he's sad with me
She's sad that she doesn't call...
And yet through the mists of mistrust,
Through the thickets of anxiety and resentment,
A little bit, maybe even superstition,
I feel like she'll call me!
* * *
I am grateful to her for everything...
For what Was and was not,
Although she didn't love
I am grateful to her for everything!
For the long nights
I dreamed about her so many times
And the world of these wonderful eyes
I admired in the evenings...
For everything IGrateful to her
And a song full of love,
Carries through smoke and fires
Love devoted Orpheus...
Л1> A pleasant surprise.
I didn’t think that SKL-KEEPER writes poetry.
And quite good poems, I must say.
A III > I agree...
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