My mother was telling me by Vinko Kalinic
My mother was telling me by Vinko Kalinic My mother was telling me: my son, the Sun is up in heaven, don’t run after it, as nobody’s ever reached it so far. – And me, I haven’t believed her, because the Sun is something that every morning emerges in the corner of the sky, to […]
My angel’s face by Vinko Kalinić
All my life I was searching for the corner of the universe where I would bury the pitcher of my turmoil -and I didn’t find it I have walked the whole Earth across and all over many towns I came around and was lost amongst the people I visited remote villages too and those totally […]
Missing Person by Vinita Agrawal
Missing Person I don’t remember anything about the day we emptied mother’s ashes in the river. Just the overcast grey sky, dowelled like a Serengeti of gloom somewhere up above. The hospital had trussed her hermetically to prevent chemical bloating, scaffolded her abdomen in particular…too much tumor there, they’d said blandly. So, in the end, […]
Mi ha el by Vinko Kalinić
Do not worry, I haven’t forgoten you even though we haven’t heard from each other for centuries. At some hollow time of the night, I’m still poetry writing because of you. And during the day, drinking often from that same invisible fountain, which makes me behave totaly childish. It happens at some blind time, when […]
Manifesto for your smile and my songs by Vinko Kalinic
Manifesto for your smile and my songs by Vinko Kalinic 1. classic song has rhyme. modern one has metaphors, philosophy, play of words and lots of bullshitting. my song has nothing. just you. naked. pure. with a smile of an angel and a look of a whore. ( but yes! – the most beautiful angel […]
Lets go by Vinko Kalinić
Give me your hand, lets go, lets get out of this banality – true, we might never be children again whose faces glow of innocent carelessness but we still can be people totaly extraordinary, and totaly different we can still avoid rail tracks and evade the roads we still can…we still can… all that never […]
Legacy by Vinko Kalinić
All loves are just the dust on the road which we are picking and stacking down in some softer part of us, then sometimes after being crushed of wandering and insomnia we stop in the middle of the street, asking ourselves who has left that husky emptiness in the sight who left the blunt echoes […]
Joy of giving by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
Life is so beautiful, what more should I seek, With families and friends, no better time what I could think, A rain of happiness, what a lovely shower, I love to get drenched without any cover. But not everybody are gifted, this makes me wonder, I start thinking, why did god do such a blunder? […]
Instead of farewell by Vinko Kalinić
– to Srdjan, the boy who has changed my world tell all those who you will love after me that your eyes have already conquered the world once. and also that your hands have split the ocean, dividing it in two. to those who would be kissing you in those sleepless nights , tell them: […]
If you love the life by Vinko Kalinić
If you love the life – dream ! perhaps sometimes some drop of that crazy infinity some of your darkness may attenuate Vinko Kalinic (Translated into English Darko Kotevski, Melbourne, Australia) Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
I don’t want to have you by Vinko Kalinic
I don’t want to have you by Vinko Kalinic to have! to have! to have! that verb spinns around the world globe like tornado. one very small intimate selfishness tumbled up. and stamps over! stamps over! stamps over!…until it wades over everything that makes sense. and what is beautiful. even ourselves. I read that some […]
I am your friend by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
You are not alone, Keep your fears thrown, You are a beautiful soul, Who can win in any poll. You are my friend, I am here to blend. It is a beautiful day, Come let’s go out to play, It is your game; it is your choice, I am here for you, let’s just rejoice. […]
I’ve dreamt of dreaming ’bout you by Vinko Kalinić
I’ve dreamt of dreaming ’bout you And in the core of that dream There I stood The dream was blank The sky was empty and all the skies were devoured by the dark Your lips were the only thing shivering in the dark loose as the soil fervid as bread I don’t know, that dream, […]
House For Sale by Vinita Agrawal
House For Sale The bungalow at Marine Drive is on sale; the last of its owners has died leaving behind walls lunatic with visions and red luscious dates ashen with grief The mist gliding inwards from the Arabian Sea like an aerophane of damp ice blue chiffon sketching a familiar face on the house’s bleached […]
Hey! Mr.Pothole by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
I was on road, riding on my bike, Something hit me or I hit something, which I dint like, For a moment, I said hi to my soul, Never realized, that there was a pothole. Hey Mr.Pothole, you are no crater, For this is a road, you are just a clutter, You are ugly, why […]
Happy Teacher’s Day by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
World was new to me, it made me curious, I had lots of questions, and I was dubious, It was dark out there, I dint know how I could cope, It is then I saw light, you came in as a ray of hope. You guided me well, showed me the right path, You put […]
Get together by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
It was in the evening, I got a call, A gentle greetings from the other side, it was my old pal, It was nice to talk to him, after a long while, Talking everything from past to present, our memories did pile, Not only us, but we were many, It had been a long time; […]
Fear by Vinko Kalinić
My darling, all these words are just deep sigh a shivering breath on my lips in the abyss black of deceptive interior all my thoughts are scattered like crystal glasses in rotten intestines of the broken showcase I’d love you my darling to enter into my dream that our fire burns like a bonfire so, […]
Even if I don’t hear your voice, I know by Vinko Kalinic
Even if I don’t hear your voice, I know by Vinko Kalinic That light which reflects from your face, burns inside me like some sort of night Sun. Turning night into a day. And also, day into a night. Lost, I’m trying to find that path which leads there – there, where everyone would like […]
Don’t know the answer by Vinko Kalinic
Don’t know the answer by Vinko Kalinic you ask me: why I love you? yes, you? to me absolutely unknown being? but you don’t ask me how deep are those eyes of yours? and how can a living man not feel what burns inside those eyes? so festive. and warm. I don’t know the answer. […]
Dog’s love by Vinko Kalinić
I still wake up in the middle of the night and I bark at the Moon like a dog your eyes wake me up and those hidden powers you have you Naughty Black Devil and what can I say when you know everything from the first moment since we met you’ve stolen the stars the […]
Dear Traffic Signal by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
I see you every day, you are always there, Sunny day or rainy day, you do your job with care, You might be happy, you might be sad, You change colors, green, yellow and red, There was time when I could pass by you in seconds, Now there is too much of traffic, minutes or […]
Confessions of a Software Engineer by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
I run only when my arse is on fire, I work better under pressure, My brain is somehow wired to be motivated for a hike, That is why I am still travelling on a bike, I dreamt of onsite, either short term or long term, I kept waiting and waiting, you dint confirm, I come […]
Black song about a black woman and red wine by Vinko Kalinić
In the black pub at the black table the black woman is sitting In the black glass red wine’s flashing in the applause humming people coming and leaving From the black piano black sounds are spreading Black thoughts under the black table protruding and creeping black people emptying and licking black glasses Only the black […]
Birthday party blunder by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
It was a beautiful evening; it was a colorful day, It was something special; it was my niece’s birthday, The hall was decorated, with balloons fully blown, She was looking so pretty, with beautiful green gown. Guests did arrive, celebrations did start, Cake was on the table, waiting to be cut. Candles were lit, everything […]
Beautiful Stranger by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
HE: She is so beautiful, who is this stranger? She is a BOMB, not just another cracker, Is it light or her smile, shining so bright? I can see just her, blinding my sight, I got bowled by her, by just a glance, Hope to see her again and get another chance, I got this […]
Ballad about a stinking flower by Vinko Kalinic
Ballad about a stinking flower by Vinko Kalinic I met this flower many times and every time I touches me with tousled beauty of its colours, and also with a sad, untold story about how people behave and name things. If there’s a crumb of soil, as they tell me – it’s growing everywhere! And […]
Altar amid the sea by Vinko Kalinic
Altar amid the sea by Vinko Kalinic One has asked some other one once there: excuse me the old mate, but can you possibly tell me what is that hill there that sticks out above the open sea evil and rough the other one is answering to this one back: nothing son, that hill there […]
A Terre (being the philosophy of many soldiers) by Wilfred Owen
Sit on the bed. I’m blind, and three parts shell. Be careful; can’t shake hands now; never shall. Both arms have mutinied against me,-brutes. My fingers fidget like ten idle brats. I tried to peg out soldierly,-no use! One dies of war like any old disease. This bandage feels like pennies on my eyes. I […]
Disabled by Wilfred Owen
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey, Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn, Voices of play and pleasure after day, Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him. About this time Town used to swing […]
Anthem For Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, — The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for […]
Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to […]
Conscious by Wilfred Owen
His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed. His eyes come open with a pull of will, Helped by the yellow may-flowers by his head. A blind-cord drawls across the window-sill . . . How smooth the floor of the ward is! what a rug! And who’s that talking, somewhere out of sight? Why are […]
Insensibility by Wilfred Owen
I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers Or makes their feet Sore on the alleys cobbled with their brothers. The front line withers, But they are troops who fade, not flowers For poets’ tearful fooling: Men, gaps for filling Losses who might […]
A Terre by Wilfred Owen
(Being the philosophy of many Soldiers.) Sit on the bed; I’m blind, and three parts shell, Be careful; can’t shake hands now; never shall. Both arms have mutinied against me — brutes. My fingers fidget like ten idle brats. I tried to peg out soldierly — no use! One dies of war like any old […]
Arms And The Boy by Wilfred Owen
Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood; Blue with all malice, like a madman’s flash; And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh. Lend him to stroke these blind, blunt bullet-heads Which long to muzzle in the hearts of lads. Or give him cartridges of fine […]
Asleep by Wilfred Owen
Under his helmet, up against his pack, After the many days of work and waking, Sleep took him by the brow and laid him back. And in the happy no-time of his sleeping, Death took him by the heart. There was a quaking Of the aborted life within him leaping … Then chest and sleepy […]
Exposure by Wilfred Owen
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake because the night is silent . . . Low drooping flares confuse our memory of the salient . . . Worried by silence, sentries whisper, curious, nervous, But nothing happens. Watching, we hear the mad […]
Futility by Wilfred Owen
Move him into the sun — Gently its touch awoke him once, At home, whispering of fields unsown. Always it woke him, even in France, Until this morning and this snow. If anything might rouse him now The kind old sun will know. Think how it wakes the seeds — Woke, once, the clays of […]
Le Christianisme by Wilfred Owen
So the church Christ was hit and buried Under its rubbish and its rubble. In cellars, packed-up saints long serried, Well out of hearing of our trouble. One Virgin still immaculate Smiles on for war to flatter her. She’s halo’d with an old tin hat, But a piece of hell will batter her. ————— The […]