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Saturday, January 31, 2015

Embroidery of life

Embroidery of life
First part of life you see embroidery
The fancy part of it with all the pretty colors
The second part you see the other side
The threads snagging , jumbled into confused pile
I don't remember which philosopher put a sound to those words
Knowing he was a wise man, giving sense to my confused mind
I did embroidery on virgin linen of my life
Imagining the dreamy stories,using finest silk
Arranging personages, friends, lovers, parents
Each had a space and place on previously white canvas
Who faded, left or died, who betrayed or who stayed true
Time put the periods and commas in the grand finale
Turning the other face to me right now
The tangled mess of twisted fibers
The complicated saga weighted by strange stories
Did not imagine those cords so uncombined
Would combine , in fact, take possession of
Oh yes at last things coming to some conclusion
by Margaret Gudkov
Embroidery of life First part of life you see embroidery The fancy part of it with all the pretty colors The second part you see the other side The threads snagging , jumbled into confused pile I don't remember which philosopher put a sound to those words Knowing he was a wise man, giving sense to my confused mind I did embroidery on virgin linen of my life Imagining the dreamy stories,using finest silk Arranging personages, friends, lovers, parents Each had a space and place on previously white canvas Who faded, left or died, who betrayed or who stayed true Time put the periods and commas in the grand finale Turning the other face to me right now The tangled mess of twisted fibers The complicated saga weighted by strange stories Did not imagine those cords so uncombined Would combine , in fact, take possession of Oh yes at last things coming to some conclusion by Margaret Gudkov

Ivory, silky hat

Ivory, silky hat
Ivory silky carcass of old hat
Piece of voile hanging over edges
The dinosaur of past in modern world
Appeared out of nowhere from the life
Practically erased from book of retrospection
Who was i when entered the fancy Viennese shop
Measured by saleslady' rigid face, cold steely eyes
Produced look of critical contempt , you are not welcome here
Poorly dressed,just stepped from the planet of nothing
To the planet of cornucopia, no shortages of any kind
Lowly immigrant with big aspirations in the heart
I bravely stared back, giving her no less ridicule
Retorting words as bullets .. give me that hat behind the glass
Trying, admiring , imagining myself on fancy party
She snorted ..there should be special dress for it
Is not your worry madam , the sentence hit the aim
I'll do it soon enough, the hat is starting point
Throwing the money on the counter as if it were
The pearls before the swine.. i exited
Leaving the racist woman in full stupor
by Margaret Gudkov
Ivory, silky hat Ivory silky carcass of old hat Piece of voile hanging over edges The dinosaur of past in modern world Appeared out of nowhere from the life Practically erased from book of retrospection Who was i when entered the fancy Viennese shop Measured by saleslady' rigid face, cold steely eyes Produced look of critical contempt , you are not welcome here Poorly dressed,just stepped from the planet of nothing To the planet of cornucopia, no shortages of any kind Lowly immigrant with big aspirations in the heart I bravely stared back, giving her no less ridicule Retorting words as bullets .. give me that hat behind the glass Trying, admiring , imagining myself on fancy party She snorted ..there should be special dress for it Is not your worry madam , the sentence hit the aim I'll do it soon enough, the hat is starting point Throwing the money on the counter as if it were The pearls before the swine.. i exited Leaving the racist woman in full stupor by Margaret Gudkov

Blindness of the heart

Blindness of the heart
The blindness anchored herself in heart
Preventing to distinguish goodness
Your voice still echoing in the ears
You do not look like the pics posted
The feel of disgust lingering inside
What kinda a man would tell this to a woman
I am the same, the pics or not , the essence
The shameless tongue spitted hurtful words
Sense of superiority pervading from few males
One say ..you got one minute to start chatting..or else
Another ordering the dish for you without asking
Third think he is minimum Apollo in disguise
Forth saying you are ugly... wow
How much trash should swim my way
Before someone would see through layers of the skin
Actually travel miles just to reach me-
I pity men whose heart is covered in shroud of purblindness
Allowing not to see , discover pearl in the shell
by Margaret Gudkov
art by l.Ribas
Blindness of the heart The blindness anchored herself in heart Preventing to distinguish goodness Your voice still echoing in the ears You do not look like the pics posted The feel of disgust lingering inside What kinda a man would tell this to a woman I am the same, the pics or not , the essence The shameless tongue spitted hurtful words Sense of superiority pervading from few males One say ..you got one minute to start chatting..or else Another ordering the dish for you without asking Third think he is minimum Apollo in disguise Forth saying you are ugly... wow How much trash should swim my way Before someone would see through layers of the skin Actually travel miles just to reach me- I pity men whose heart is covered in shroud of purblindness Allowing not to see , discover pearl in the shell by Margaret Gudkov art by l.Ribas

Friday, January 30, 2015

Me,myself and I

Me,myself and I
Me, myself and I
Infection spreading through the minds of people
The selfishness engulfing even nicest ones
Nobody cares of problems, have their own solve it
The banner of indifference coached by the wind
We becoming callous, unfeeling creatures
Caring only for our daily schedule of things
Anything behind the borders blocked, silenced forever
Forgetting the intentions could accidentally or not hurt
The lame excuses emanating strong fish odor
How to fix this awful impasse
Back to the kindness, trust , the neighbor helping neighbor
Keys under mat, not be afraid someone will rob the house
Holiday gatherings of families and friends , sharing the food with stranger
The children not inviting elder parents for celebrations
Next door folks not checking on the woman, living by herself
So called family not returning phone calls, afraid to be asked
For money or the other kinda of help
Putting on headphones, listening to proverbial tune
Me, myself and I
by Margaret Gudkov
art by Elena Shlegel
Me,myself and I Me, myself and I Infection spreading through the minds of people The selfishness engulfing even nicest ones Nobody cares of problems, have their own solve it The banner of indifference coached by the wind We becoming callous, unfeeling creatures Caring only for our daily schedule of things Anything behind the borders blocked, silenced forever Forgetting the intentions could accidentally or not hurt The lame excuses emanating strong fish odor How to fix this awful impasse Back to the kindness, trust , the neighbor helping neighbor Keys under mat, not be afraid someone will rob the house Holiday gatherings of families and friends , sharing the food with stranger The children not inviting elder parents for celebrations Next door folks not checking on the woman, living by herself So called family not returning phone calls, afraid to be asked For money or the other kinda of help Putting on headphones, listening to proverbial tune Me, myself and I by Margaret Gudkov art by Elena Shlegel

Snow falling on old city

Snow falling on old city
The clouds traversing wide highway of the sky
Dumping the snowballs on roofs of the old city
The winter hanging icy undergarments on the eves
Transforming landscape into fairies playground
The windows of the aged houses embroidered
Imaginative hand put intricate designs with help of cold
Wind smoothed , adding geometric shaping
The mother nature adept in the laws of the math
The snow accumulating to delight of younger ones
Jumping on street in pure jubilation, the mittens flying
Sleigh drawing images on virgin white
The snowman .. what a great pretender
Used to enjoy , diving in snow in the complete abandon
Skiing tirelessly through forest silent beauty,
The flurries tumbling down on old city season after season
Without my participation, I am adult now
Maybe it's wrong but piece of childhood, part of me is missing
Should join the children next time around snow plunge on us
And play the silliest of games.. life is too short
by Margaret Gudkov
Snow falling on old city The clouds traversing wide highway of the sky Dumping the snowballs on roofs of the old city The winter hanging icy undergarments on the eves Transforming landscape into fairies playground The windows of the aged houses embroidered Imaginative hand put intricate designs with help of cold Wind smoothed , adding geometric shaping The mother nature adept in the laws of the math The snow accumulating to delight of younger ones Jumping on street in pure jubilation, the mittens flying Sleigh drawing images on virgin white The snowman .. what a great pretender Used to enjoy , diving in snow in the complete abandon Skiing tirelessly through forest silent beauty, The flurries tumbling down on old city season after season Without my participation, I am adult now Maybe it's wrong but piece of childhood, part of me is missing Should join the children next time around snow plunge on us And play the silliest of games.. life is too short by Margaret Gudkov

Goethe dreaming

Goethe dreaming
The statue on the square
Dreamily pondered about the life's essence
The time it had, nowhere to rush in
Patina blanketed bronze shoulders in the greenish
Giving the dignified look of aging gentleman
Absorbed it sophistication, refinement of the culture
Encrusted deeply in the metal frame
He hid the smile under antique coating
Feigning indifference to the spectacle before the eyes
Presiding over in impassive pose
Sitting on the chair imprinted with epoch's dust
The silent keeper of the knowledge,Goethe
Unshaken by the changes meteoric domino effect
Experience would whisper in alloyed ears
Be quiet, absorbing template of the core
Keeping the wisdom you admired for
Let them interpret your expression
Dream on old man ..dream on
by Margaret Gudkov
Goethe dreaming The statue on the square Dreamily pondered about the life's essence The time it had, nowhere to rush in Patina blanketed bronze shoulders in the greenish Giving the dignified look of aging gentleman Absorbed it sophistication, refinement of the culture Encrusted deeply in the metal frame He hid the smile under antique coating Feigning indifference to the spectacle before the eyes Presiding over in impassive pose Sitting on the chair imprinted with epoch's dust The silent keeper of the knowledge,Goethe Unshaken by the changes meteoric domino effect Experience would whisper in alloyed ears Be quiet, absorbing template of the core Keeping the wisdom you admired for Let them interpret your expression Dream on old man ..dream on by Margaret Gudkov

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