AUTUMN
It’s all a scam
POSTED IN AUTUMN, contemporary poetry October 1, 2021
It’s all a scam
Here, I’ve said it!
All the “first”
are wishful thinking.
The first smile?
Maybe colics, gas.
The first word?
Who’s to say?
What if I’ve said it
all by myself
without any witness?
The first love?
Every boy I’ve kissed
even a girl
was my first love
The first kiss?
Hooya!
A messy, unsanitary
exchange of saliva
teeth clacking together
gnawing on each others mouth
bitten tongue by mistake
aware of all noises
eyes wide open
yep, that’s worth remembering.
The first sexual encounter?
I’ve been a virgin
way more times than
I care to admit.
First orgasm?
Define it.
To sum up:
“the first” is a folks’ tale
something people tell
each other
to keep going on
living.
What really counts
is your “last”:
word, smile, tear,
love, sex encounter, orgasm.
The last time of all.
Maria Magdalena Biela
Invention
POSTED IN AUTUMN October 12, 2018
Invention
In nature nothing is lost, everything is transformed, or in other words, an economical man does like that: from the washing maching one creates a winepress! The invention should be patented! Vivat the Romanian brain
🙂!!!
Romania
The scent of a birthday
POSTED IN AUTUMN, September September 19, 2018
The scent of a birthday
I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner.Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
“more”Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi
Birthday in November
POSTED IN AUTUMN November 10, 2017
Happy Birthday, Mother!
Bielka
NOVEMBER
POSTED IN AUTUMN November 1, 2017
NoNo sun—no moon!
No morn—no noon—
No dawn—
No sky—no earthly view—
No distance looking blue—
No road—no street—no “t’other side the way”—
No end to any Row—
No indications where the Crescents go—
No top to any steeple—
No recognitions of familiar people—
No courtesies for showing ‘em—
No knowing ‘em!
No traveling at all—no locomotion,
No inkling of the way—no notion—
“No go”—by land or ocean—
No mail—no post—
No news from any foreign coast—
No park—no ring—no afternoon gentility—
No company—no nobility—
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member—
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!Thomas Hood
Fiery October
POSTED IN AUTUMN October 20, 2017
Friends , trees and smiles
Bielka
October Birthday
POSTED IN AUTUMN October 8, 2017
Happy Birthday!!!
Friends
October’s fire
POSTED IN AUTUMN October 7, 2017
Oh Who Is That Young SinnerOh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?
And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists?
And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air?
Oh they’re taking him to prison for the colour of his hair.‘Tis a shame to human nature, such a head of hair as his;
In the good old time ’twas hanging for the colour that it is;
Though hanging isn’t bad enough and flaying would be fair
For the nameless and abominable colour of his hair.Oh a deal of pains he’s taken and a pretty price he’s paid
To hide his poll or dye it of a mentionable shade;
But they’ve pulled the beggar’s hat off for the world to see and stare,
And they’re haling him to justice for the colour of his hair.Now ’tis oakum for his fingers and the treadmill for his feet
And the quarry-gang on Portland in the cold and in the heat,
And between his spells of labour in the time he has to spare
He can curse the God that made him for the colour of his hair.
A.E. Housman
Happy Birthday, my Darling!
POSTED IN AUTUMN September 19, 2017
Happy Birthday to You!
LIVE LONG AND PROSPER!
Bielka
Birthday in September
POSTED IN AUTUMN September 17, 2017
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Bielka
