#poetdelfinov

April 25 is the day of the Carnation Revolution in Portugal. And I have a feeling that our world today needs a major change. The poem for my friend portugal poet Nuno Piteira
#poetdelfinov

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I’m trying to be open
because
this is my way
or
my method of struggle
with this sadness
or depression
or
I don’t know
it’s like I feel the world
has a crack
and a blinding light
shines from there

So No

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Among others more than 500 artists from different countries I signed the letter to support freedom and democracy in Georgia against the brutal oppression with russian infiltration. To sighn:

docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...

At last

My legs were cut off
And sewn on instead of arms
My arms were cut off
And sewn in place of my legs
At last
You will walk normally, they told me
You will write normally
At last

Here I am watching the birds
I'm watching the birds
Watching the birds
Birds

And there they are, not only one
Here the bird there the bird
Bird bird bird bird bird bird
Bird bird bird bird bird bird
Bird bird bird bird bird bird
Bird
Well, well, it's creepy, but
The birds are watching me

You see

Dark ball dark balI
Comes like a train
Arrives like a plane
Dark ball dark ball
Growls like a beast
Grows in my chest
Dark ball dark balI
– You don't mind?
– Not at all

My language

Small poems I posted here are created specially for this. I hope to find somebody who will be interested to communicate. But some of my long poetry texts were published earlier in real analog books. You could find this anthology of 100 Russian Anti-War Poems published in 2022: ISBN 97811739772277
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The winter is coming
Like a bus
To take all of us
Without stops and tickets control
We will end in a her fairy hut
In the woods
Not everyone will survive this
Not everyone will escape
From the white forest
By the way, did you throw
Pebbles out of the window?
While we were being taken away
On the way

I don't know what to tell
Don't know what to tell at all
Had I known, I would have told
I would've told it out
Damn I’d like to tell that!
I’d like to tell it without any doubt
I’d made a statement, so to speak
But
I didn’t know what to tell you
Till this very line
Now
That's what I told
As they say

Poetry is

Poetry is one, two, three
Poetry is a bird and a tree
Poetry is like to be (or not to be)
Poetry isn’t about getting a fee
Poetry is about feeling free
Poetry is a poet trying to get to me
One, two, three
It’s me

To the people of bluesky:
I’m naturally russophone poet
trying to be not only
russophone
it’s like telephone
but nobody answers
to your call
because nobody wants
so I thought:
why don't you go to the people
with your poem
may be nobody will answer
may be somebody will
so this is
my open poetry lab