ANTIPOETRTY    

      

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Hanging from this skinny hair

we are wavering in the air,

we’re not even dropping down,

just because we’re air clowns.

 

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We all are falling down steadily,

But always and again we ARE,

How sweet is, God, your judgment, really,

Whose name is briefly said the LIFE.

 

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I can’t discern that much so clearly                         

What’s old in me, what’s new.

I’m resuming therefore stiffly

daylight launching in a groove.            

I am nearing much more deeply

to the borderline, which grows,

that’s from where one can see margins

of Infinity in blue.

 

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I’m a bird, because

I love to sing,

I’m a bird, because

Here comes the spring.

I’m a bird, because

Nothing is forever, but the swing.

I’m a bird, because

I have two wings.

 

 

                                 War and Peace

 

I was seeking peace and silence                        

everywhere                                                                    

just in me                                                                       

and around of me                                                          

in my city                                                                      

in my country                                                                

in my region                                                                  

in my planet                                                                   

in the outer part of Space,                                          

 

but I found the rude war always

everywhere

just in me

and around of me

in my city

in my country

in my region

in my planet

in the Universe which roars…