by Alex Gross
This is the time when I text you
I’m bored in this hallway all alone.
I need to see your familiar smiley face emoticon
But you’re not here,
Where Are You?
This is the time when you call me.
I hear your little voice:
“We’re here, Alex, I Love You.”
But now all I hear is the emptiness,
The quiet that could kill a man.
Because you’re not here,
Where are you?
This is the time when I teach you.
Mom has been giving me hell.
“Don’t be like me, Sis.” I tell you.
“Maybe you still have a chance at
Being what they want.”
You are what they want,
Everybody wants you.
That is when you’re here,
Where are you?
This is the time when I protect you.
The kids at school have been giving you hell
Again.
I tell you the stories of when I wore those shoes.
One of them goes too far,
I threaten him, I know how to scare young children.
I take you away, dry your tears.
Tell you it will be okay.
When you come back,
Where are you?
Mom is mad at you again.
She puts way too much pressure on you.
I know better than anyone.
You messed up again, like we all do
It’s not Mom’s fault that she forgot what it’s like.
That tends to happen when you destroy yourself as she did in mothering us.
Actually it was I who destroyed her,
You were the Miracle Baby.
But she forgot, nothing personal.
It’s because you’ve been here so long.
But not now, so tell me
Where are you?
Alex Gross
Copyright ©:
2010 by Alex Gross
A few random poems:
- A Prayer to All the Dead among Mine Own People by Vachel Lindsay
- Николай Языков – Прошли младые наши годы
- Genesis by Vachel Lindsay
- The New Decalogue poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France
- Robert Burns: Delia, An Ode : “To the Editor of The Star.-Mr. Printer-If the productions of a simple ploughman can merit a place in the same paper with Sylvester Otway, and the other favourites of the Muses who illuminate the Star with the lustre of genius, your insertion of the enclosed trifle will be succeeded by future communications from-Yours, &c., R. Burns. Ellisland, near Dumfries, 18th May, 1789.”
- Олег Бундур – Страх
- On The Move ‘Man, You Gotta Go. by Thom Gunn
- Running To Paradise by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я был слесарь шестого разряда
- Attack of the Squash People by Marge Piercy
- Ольга Берггольц – Так еще ни разу не забыла
- The End by Sharon Olds
- Dying
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вот и настал этот час опять
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Омар Хайям – Чистый дух, заключенный в нечистый сосуд
- Омар Хайям – Чем пустыми мечтами себя донимать
- Омар Хайям – Чем ниже человек душой, тем выше задирает нос
- Омар Хайям – Чье сердце не горит любовью страстной к милой
- Омар Хайям – Часть людей обольщается жизнью земной
- Омар Хайям – Бытует мнение, что счастье это дар
- Омар Хайям – Был бы я благочестьем прославиться рад
- Омар Хайям – Будут гурии, мед и вино
- Омар Хайям – Будь хмельным и влюбленным всегда
- Омар Хайям – Будь все добро мое кирпич один, в кружало
- Омар Хайям – Будь мягче к людям
- Омар Хайям – Будь камнем твердым я
- Омар Хайям – Бросать не стоит в будущее взгляд
- Омар Хайям – Бокала полного веселый вид мне люб
- Омар Хайям – Бог есть, и всё есть Бог
- Омар Хайям – Благородство страданием, друг, рождено
- Омар Хайям – Благородные люди, друг друга любя
- Омар Хайям – Безгрешными приходим и грешим
- Омар Хайям – Без меня собираясь в застолье хмельном
- Омар Хайям – Ад и рай
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) was a a post-Restoration English poet and satirist. He is a poet of the (British) Augustan period and one of its greatest artistic exponents.