Poems, by Nikolai Ilyitch

[NikolaiI]

some new poems, thank you!

[NikolaiI]

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[PrinceMyshkin]

my dear love you are a gentle, pure, beautiful, powerful and blue and wonderful spirit creature who has entered my life my heart and my soul. my love...this is my wife and the woman i love and who i am separated from. my only consolation for the distance felt is the love, and the wonderful, wonderful..... my love, your love has entered my soul and it has a complete wonderful transformational effect on me... my love you make me see the world as it should be seen, as a place where your love exists, and my love, i cannot bear to be away from you....my love i miss you with all my heart.....

The letter is wonderful and yes, it deserves to be offered as poetry and even more than that I am enchanted by your signature poem!

[NikolaiI]

The letter is wonderful and yes, it deserves to be offered as poetry and even more than that I am enchanted by your signature poem!

Thank you so much Jerry!!

the four lines at the bottom is from a song you might like; "no rain" by blind melon.

[NikolaiI]

the lack of leaves lack fluttering in the dead city of grey.
rain does not fall, though the city is drowning in rainfall.
they run through the city in the grey, soaked night.

in the creative warm colours of spring, a new world is created,
which disappears, melts, more quickly than it begets,
and is soon invisible in the blinding of the sun.

a blue sky lines the trees in the meadow,
the meadow is filled in the afternoon, and is gently replaced by night.
but the afternoon hour lasts for eternity,
and it occurs twenty more times before there is no light.



--

your kiss purifies me in our garden out of sight,
and i breathe a breath of air fresher than fire,
while your blue, radiant spirit infuses my soul tight,
and time is inexistant in your light.

[PrinceMyshkin]

What great lyrical freedom in this!

a couple of quibbles: the 2nd "lack" in the first line is surely a mistake; and "i breath" in the 2nd line of the last stanza should be "i breathe".

But let me reiterate, this is wonderfully open-hearted!

[NikolaiI]

What great lyrical freedom in this!

a couple of quibbles: the 2nd "lack" in the first line is surely a mistake; and "i breath" in the 2nd line of the last stanza should be "i breathe".

But let me reiterate, this is wonderfully open-hearted!

Thank you ver much!!

Thank you for your second correction, although your first I perhaps need to explain, because it's the way it's supposed to be.

The lack of leaves lack fluttering---

there are no leaves and they is also a lack of fluttering. make any sense?

Thank you!!

[NikolaiI]

This poem is one I wrote in November of 2006.

Quick, lad, while your day's at prime--
Carve your heart forever.
Carve your heart, with EROS, man,
And carve your heart with summer.

I had a dream, I could not save--
We were lost, and I could not save--
Her she was hungry, and I could not save--
We were far and I could not drive.

Heartstrings are not tied to sever,
So knit your hearstrings right.
Sweep your heart with winds forever,
And knit your heartstrings tight.

[mukta581]

poem
If i told you I love you
would you laugh in my face?
tell me i dont know whats true
and put me in my place
would you look at me and speak
saying were only for awhile
then call me an obsessed freak
and walk off with a smile?
Once it has been heard
would you look me in the eyes
would you say a single word?
Or watch as my heart dies?
I wonder what youd say..
I wonder what youd do....
Would you glare and say Okay
or would you say I love you too.

[NikolaiI]

And if I said, I really knew you well what would your answer be?

[NikolaiI]

"I go into the garden again. The hummingbirds are soaring up and falling in their mating dance, as if there were someone behind the bushes playing ball with them. Fruit and more wine have been put out on the table. Oranges—transformations of the sun into its own image, as if the tree were acknowledging gratitude for warmth. Leaves, green with the pale, yellow-fresh green that I remember from the springtimes of my childhood in Kentish spinneys, where breaking buds were spotted all over the hazel branches in a floating mist. Within them, trunks, boughs, and twigs moist black behind the sunlit green. Fuchsia bushes, tangled traceries of stalks, intermingled with thousands of magenta ballerinas with purple petticoats. And, behind all, towering into the near-twilight sky, the grove of giant eucalyptus trees with their waving clusters of distinctly individual, bamboo-like leaves. Everything here is the visual form of the lilting nonsense and abandoned vocal dexterity of those Hindu musicians."
"The Joyous Cosmology"

[NikolaiI]

Did you know-
I'm a happy child?- Creative?
How smart I am!
And kind, and generous, and yet,
You never even noticed.

Did you know I love my eyes?
How confident they are!
And focused-
When I am in war;
When I am in euphoria.

I'm a sad child, too,-
When you try to explain many things-
(How well I know you!)
You should know,
It makes me want to cry.

Did you know- I know-
You never knew love,
Or compassion?
In that light,
There's nothing to forgive.

Tears are dried- I have found-
Self-examination.
The Romantic Manifesto-
Who is listening?-
Is my destination.

December 14, 2006

[NikolaiI]

The sun says to the moon,

"I'll need you to mirror me,
I'll need you to reflect my light."

And the moon replies,

"How now, what's this you say?
What would you like me to do?"

The sun explains,

"I'm going to send you my rays,
And I'd like you to brighten the night."

But the moon still wonders,

"What are these things that you speak of,
Rays? And night?"

The sun, exasperated,

"Come on! You know what I'm speaking of,
Play with me no longer."

The moon replies,

"You are correct, I am only fooling,
Please, then, do continue."

The sun answers,

"We'll I've already stated it,
I'd like you to reflect my light for night."

The moon replies seriously,

"Before I do this thing, I need you to answer me once,
Can you promise me you'll always be there,
In the morning? Can you say you'll always rise?"

And the sun, sadly now, replies,

"No I cannot, I cannot say that ever,
Around that Eastern rim, I'll rise;
One day will come, when I'll up never,
And never again, you'll see me rise."

And the moon turns away,
And closes her eyes,
And smiles, in gladness, and so, she replies,

"Fear not, my Sol, for though I was serious,
That one day you'll end, this I already knew.
I'd still like to do this thing for you,
Fear not, I'm here, by your side."

And so the moon exclaims her love.

November 22, 2006

[NikolaiI]

written in blue and black ink,
words are forgotten,
as soon as they're written.

particular, for comic effect,
in truth, peculiar,
penultimate truth is lame.

and silence, above all,
and always back to silence,
may silence always reign.

December 9, 2006

[NikolaiI]

Autumns sweet, we call it fall.
The warm hello of the sun caresses my skin,
Flowers lie around like a rainbow.

February 1, 2008

[NikolaiI]

Under the trees, and the stars, that guide us,
Hidden by growth! (Thickets! That hide us.)
Close to earth, where Mother is near,
Loving and caring, her arms wound right round.

Now in the trees, now in the wind, now in the stars,
All over rainbows, over all grief, over all stars.
What's near the rivers? Banks!
Tell us what we are? Thanks!!!

November 24, 2006

And, surely, in this dark hour,
Man's dark conscience, so maddened with power,
I can see!
That I am bound within form,

And I can feel! That I'm lost
Within the shadows.
Why cannot I pass the night
Formless, shapeless, loneless,
As an angel, dressed in white?
Why am I a sleeping ghost?

November 26, 2006

[NikolaiI]

Withered, on the inside and out-
Decayed, O my soul!
A feeling of peace descends on my being,
How long I've lived in torment!
But now, these torments vanish,
They are transformed.
And cruel and laughing thews-
And ironical smiles, all fade from view.
I will not let their insults stand!
Let betrayers betray one another.

Goodbye, where I am destined, you shall not know,
Nor shall its revelation be tainted by your venereal taint.
I leave for blood and darkness- clarity!
My curiosity overwhelms- what lies beyond?
I am past endurance, broken, by society;
I now depart to nature,
And I shall be whole, before I freeze to death.

Jan 6, 2007

Perhaps, if I learned to express myself,
I would never stop writing.
Because, I have this idea,
This idea of myself,
But I can't put it down into writing.

Jan 2, 2007

[NikolaiI]

i found much comfort in the closely gathered pines,
standing,
leaning on them, my coat pressed against,
ah, that brown leather coat!

and i gaze about the valley,
the sunbeams tracing invisible natural direction,
straining to get here, i imagine-
the trees,
the rocks,
the dust.
the dust in the air, the air!

that genial air!

ah, to heal a soul..
and you tell me souls don't exist?

Jan 2, 2007

self-induced panic
how easy it is for them to raise their arms!
happy, are you said?
all my emotions-
so confused.
i'm hysterical.

Jan 2, 2007

how, in a million different ways, i feel your presence,
waiting to get free!
release you,
and take me with you,
scout ahead the trees,
spirit let the wind take you.

run along the forest fence,
along the forest's side.
and to my side a big, yellow field;
sky blue high above, and clouds white;
i run, in the wind. this is my natural state,
and how quick i am!

it's misty blue now, god has drenched the world
a few days previously,
and this is our reminder-
of his power
of life
this is god and life.

this is it; though i cannot know where i will go,
all things will be spirit,
and i will be guided by the spirit,
in action,
my life a continuity of spirit and action,
i surrender to life.

December 24, 2006

[NikolaiI]

we arise, with unsteady feet,
and humble eyes,
how long we've been outside!
all plans have long been deterred-
simple things, of substance-
they've all been swept away!
and the heroes now
have bloody eyes
our mythical things have all swept away-
this night is one horrible night,
and my minds rhythm plays a dark beat,
whatever power there is becomes tremulous,
as something there is in the stars
strips me of all energy.

December 24, 2006

[NikolaiI]

on the beach,
i subjected myself to truth and discovery,
wishing to be their servant,
to further their cause.

and yet, even with my new-found dedication,
something was lacking,
and i was in great sorrow,
a slow, tremulous rhythm.

and in my sorrow, and eidolon sought me out.
a singing angel, black and white,
to help me find the spirit,
somewhere deep inside.

now back in light and gladness,
again i am happy company.
and my mind rhythm is on good things again,
like truth and discovery.

in my fanaticism i have discovered joy,
though in my conversion sadness.

[kiz_paws]

The letter was very sweet, and as PrinceM has stated, it really does deserve to be offered as poetry.

I read through your collection of poems and was quite spellbound by the outpouring of your heart. How beautiful and touching.

I found

Perhaps, if I learned to express myself,
I would never stop writing.
Because, I have this idea,
This idea of myself,
But I can't put it down into writing.
to be a very cool little poem, but I think I shall name The Sun and Moon as my favorite, Nik. :thumbs_up

[NikolaiI]

I found awake
A place of rose petals,
Full of glad dreams,
And healing air,
Where all things rejuve,
And beauty is not measured.

Here value is forgotten,
As it should be;
And all things are seen
For what they are and are worth,
Without comparing.
Beauty is everywhere.

This place I spend every
Waking hour,
And invite others along,
And live it with every
Fiber of my being.
This place I love.

Staring at the ceiling,
The sheets between--
The warm, soft,
Clean sheets--
I ponder in silence, and breathe
The healing air.

Here I meditate,
Here I pray,
And you can come here, too.
And there are many others here,
And they would welcome you
Also.

Here you are welcome,
By one and by all.
You will find milk and biscuits;
Stay and rest a-while.
Be refreshed.
The last line.

December 1, 2006


Thank you Kiz!!

[NikolaiI]

i prayed
--i tried!
--i prayed all night.
but receieved no guidance.
no divine light.

i prayed.
-i cried!
-i cried all night.
but received no guidance,
no divine light--
only two answers,
and neither one was right.

i danced!
--and sang!
--i'm happy alone.
but still i need your guidance.
still i need your light.

November 28, 2006

[I don't usually comment on my poems, but I really love this one and wanted to say something. I like to read it over and over, and does anyone notice how the repetitive 3rd line in the first two stanzas affects the tonality of it in the third?]

[ampoule]

i prayed
--i tried!
--i prayed all night.
but receieved no guidance.
no divine light.

i prayed.
-i cried!
-i cried all night.
but received no guidance,
no divine light--
only two answers,
and neither one was right.

i danced!
--and sang!
--i'm happy alone.
but still i need your guidance.
still i need your light.

November 28, 2006

[I don't usually comment on my poems, but I really love this one and wanted to say something. I like to read it over and over, and does anyone notice how the repetitive 3rd line in the first two stanzas affects the tonality of it in the third?]

Wow, Nikolai, I like this too. I wonder about the two extra lines in the second stanza.

[PrinceMyshkin]

i prayed
--i tried!
--i prayed all night.
but receieved no guidance.
no divine light.

i prayed.
-i cried!
-i cried all night.
but received no guidance,
no divine light--
only two answers,
and neither one was right.

i danced!
--and sang!
--i'm happy alone.
but still i need your guidance.
still i need your light.

November 28, 2006

[I don't usually comment on my poems, but I really love this one and wanted to say something. I like to read it over and over, and does anyone notice how the repetitive 3rd line in the first two stanzas affects the tonality of it in the third?]

I welcome not only this lovely heartfelt poem but your profession of your own love for it! And I can imagine your joy at reading it over and over again - or better still, might I urge you to commit it to memory and SPEAK IT out loud! It's one of those poems that take us back to the origin of poetry which surely was in some form of song or passionate oral declaration!


i prayed
--i tried!
--i prayed all night.
but receieved no guidance.
no divine light.

In response to Ampoule, I believe that the additional two lines in stanza 2 are vital as a counterpoint to the repetition of the earlier lines.

You're on a roll, aren't you? Isn't it the case that the composition of a good poem makes us hungry to create another, and another?

[Pendragon]

I enjoyed most of your poetry, Nik. You have developed into a wonderderful poet who can express the longing of his heart in ways that touch the hearts of others with the causual simplicity of your words.

Only two poems I cannot really understand, but they were never my cup of tea, the paragraph style poem. I have never understood them, but some don't understand my prose poems so I guess we all write poetry that others never quite get!

Good luck, my brother! :thumbs_up :thumbs_up

[NikolaiI]

Wow, Nikolai, I like this too. I wonder about the two extra lines in the second stanza.

Thanks.

In this lyrical style it doesn't really mean anything, it's just a cliche.

[NikolaiI]

I welcome not only this lovely heartfelt poem but your profession of your own love for it! And I can imagine your joy at reading it over and over again - or better still, might I urge you to commit it to memory and SPEAK IT out loud! It's one of those poems that take us back to the origin of poetry which surely was in some form of song or passionate oral declaration!

In response to Ampoule, I believe that the additional two lines in stanza 2 are vital as a counterpoint to the repetition of the earlier lines.

You're on a roll, aren't you? Isn't it the case that the composition of a good poem makes us hungry to create another, and another?

Thanks Jerry.

I'm not on a roll, precisely, however. If you noticed the dates you'll see all of these are 1 year+ old.

[NikolaiI]

I enjoyed most of your poetry, Nik. You have developed into a wonderderful poet who can express the longing of his heart in ways that touch the hearts of others with the causual simplicity of your words.

Only two poems I cannot really understand, but they were never my cup of tea, the paragraph style poem. I have never understood them, but some don't understand my prose poems so I guess we all write poetry that others never quite get!

Good luck, my brother! :thumbs_up :thumbs_up

Thx Dale. A couple of these are favourites.

One thing sometimes people will forget, is the poem is not only not always from the point of view of the poet, but actually it NEVER is. As, the poet writes it down, and even if it is meant to be spoken by him, he is a different person for writing it.

[symphony]

i liked most of the poems but i was particularly taken in by

it's misty blue now, god has drenched the world
a few days previously,
and this is our reminder-
of his power
of life
this is god and life.

[NikolaiI]

dear mukta,
you are my life, my love,
i wait for you at the end of the world.
i am alone, and i would stand alone if not for you.
i wish i had eternity to learn.
if i could be alone, and have time, i would be happy forever,
i would wait an eternity to meet you, and the first moment
would make the wait seem like nothing.
yet i have no time,
only your love gives me time.
so i wait for you in our garden,
at the end of the world,
when the wait is disappearing, slowly,
the wait didn't exist.
because each moment i knew you,
nothing else existed.
and in the first instants of our embrace,
the world, the world history, the stars and the universe,
all are created and vanish.
i wait for you in our garden,
but there is no lover, only the beloved.
the lies of the world slowly poisoned my heart, janu,
but in two instants, in two days you restored me to life.
i stand alone before you, lover, and alone before god.
and you give me infinite will to life and your love.
i wait for you in our garden-- though i see not the path there from here.
with all of your love i attempt to conquer time,
with all of your love now i preserve myself and try to get to you.
it cannot be very far.
so i wait for you in our garden,
where the trees are a part of the instant,
and the stone is a manifestation of stone,
and the instant is a manifestation of an atom of your love.
i wait for you in the rain, in the trees, in the snow,
and there is endless joy, and endless time in these things.

i wait for my soul, for mukta, in our garden, at the end of the world,
my destiny has taken me here.
i could not be here except by the grace of god.
in our garden, forver.
our destiny has written this,
your name on my heart,
and your heart and hands on my soul.

[NikolaiI]

I used to submit my poems to deviantart, and since I realized I was doing so many, it would be more considerate to send them a few at a time. This collection I wrote or sent November 23, 2006. I think they lose just a bit of their value not being formatted-- they all are indented every other line and most of the 6 lined ones are done in two sets of three.

(1) calm collection

Like calm collection,
A shimmering grace,
With beauty, like a child's,
Still, in creation,
Her beautiful face,
'S still, th' h' eyes 're wild.

Pale in complexion,
With beautiful curls,
Th' smile in h' eyes
-- Loving direction --
That sorrow ends,
'S kept so close to heart.

(2) standing tower

A standing tower, that
Long held fast,
As winter winds
Blow and crash,
Crumbles, to fall.

A crumbling tower, on
Surf-torn shore,
Descends, in slow motion,
As every stone
Breaks, to fall,
Cascading, to the shore

Crumbling tower, that long held fast,
As winter winds do win at last,
With every break and fall of stone,
It leaves me ever more alone.

As every sun
Eventually fades,
As every star will fall
Her love will cut me,
Deep, like a heart attack,
Then I will rise and rise.

(3) believe in rainbows

I believe in rainbows;
I've seen them, they've set me free,
That catch the sun that makes them;
Pretty things to see.

I believe in Ruby's Raiment;
What hope! For those who know,
Him, the Ruby Rasta,
What love! He'll always show.

I believe in visions!;
The kind that wake the night,
Of streaming gold and green,
Of flowing blue and white.

I believe in people;
That can be rainbows, too,
And show you all their colours;
Their shades of white and blue.

(4) the note

I'll tell you all,
I saw it clear!
And well you'd be to hear it;
I know not what it said,
But I saw him read it,
And I saw him fall.

(5) creativity flows

A shimmering lake
-- The still of day --
Where creativity flows --
Where nothing's at stake,
Where nothing's to say,
'S where my free wind blows.

(6) form and shadow

Molded clay, form.
Trees with leaves, form.
Lost within the shadows of form.

Sugar craving.
Caffeine and Cocaine, craving.
Lost in the pitfalls of craving.

Clear waters, cleansing.
Singing out loud, cleansing.
My soul and body are cleansed.

Leaves, formless.
Wind and flowers, formless.
I'm delivered from the shadows of form.

(7) safe in my lines

Something different, all new,
Creative, original, sparkling new,
My letters are perfect,
My lines have meter and form;
You're safe, I'll breathe you,
If you cannot breathe.

(8) 1983 (for hendrix fans)

She took me to the sea,
She led me to the shore.

She said,
"I'll take you deep,
And we will live at sea.
But if I have a hard time breathing,
Could you breathe for me?

"My love,"
I said,
"You did not know?"
Should I ever touch the sea,
A merman I should turn to be."

(9) angels

And now it is -- Christmas!
And angels pass my door.
They pause, and serenade,
An angelic host, with voices
Pure, that soothe my breath,
And cure the soul,
They call to me, with
Warmth, and kindness,
And sweet, angelic lure,
They call all hearts
To kindness, and call
At every door.

(10) the letter

If I were an angry letter,
Would you scream, and thrash about?
Would you shred your little letter,
Shred, and throw me out?

I fear you would. I fear you might!
But things won't end that way.
For I am happy! I am light.
I am the letter 'A'.

[Virgil]

Are these your poems Nic? I thought there was some author Nikolai Ilyttch that I had never heard of.

[NikolaiI]

she is not older,
she is not younger,
she will not die sooner,
or live longer,
she is not frail,
nor is she mellow
she is not kind,
or mean.

[NikolaiI]

Are these your poems Nic? I thought there was some author Nikolai Ilyttch that I had never heard of.

Yes, sorry for the confusion. These are all written by me.

Nikolai I is supposed to be Nikolai Ilyitch....(it is confusing, I know!):)

It's a pseudonym. Nikolai Ilyitch Goldyakin.

[NikolaiI]

And of course there were other, short, almost nonsense poems, which I submitted by themselves. And not many people read all my deviations, but I was happy writing them. You know, Dylan and Richard first wrote nonsense poetry when they were trying to break into poetry. :)


a shiny brass ball
rolls on the floor,
an idol in its right,
that, as about i write,
two ferrets adore.

[NikolaiI]

im a slug
that writes
about rainy nights,
and liquor and fights.

[NikolaiI]

November 24, 2006.

(!) etheral shadow (metaphysical)

Deep under clay safe from harm

Where I've lain for years
And do not stir

I not mind the dirt around me
Nay
I mind the sky above
The wind the flowers
and trees and animals

Deep under clay I am not trapped
In form
Nay

I am a friendly ghost
One of a great host
Of friendly and hungry ghost

Like a free wind
That can blow where it choose

Yea I've gone to heaven
And returned
To the land of sleeping ghosts.

(2) call to arms, soldiering life

I'll not point the finger, nay,
I'll not cast the blame.
I'll not be a firestarter
That fans the flick and flame
And wait for you to change.

I'll not say "It's wrong to kill."
Or even say you've killed.
For if you're blamed,
I'm blamed,
And if you've killed,
So've I.

(3) dull moment

Never a dull moment,
Caught in your expressive glance!
Caught in your warmth and affection,
I'd always take that chance.
As in, as in, as in all things,
I love YOUR style, too.

(4) love your feel!

Love your feel!
To think of me and write.
You know it means a lot!
To think of me and write.

(5) she and form

She, that's all good things,
She, that's warmth and light,
She, when sorrow brings,
That sings,

He, in happy conscience
That stopped to help a begger,
And gave him thirty cents,
Cadence,

Loved, for all he gave her,
Loved, for all her grace,
Loved, and will forever, in
That place.

Place, where we determine,
Place, that sets us free,
Place, that each and each other,
Is form.

(6) a guitar poem

acoustic guitars
play rhythm and bars
melodies brave
a crimson wave
comping to voices
sweet and pure
comping with tide
and time to lure
ringing out sweetly
smiling divine
keeping in check
rhythm and time
rhythm guitar
play one full bar

(7) healing touch

thee that only knoweth heavy
thee whose lips are creased in frown- thee
whose fears and sufferings I levy
love, whose hope undrown
whom i touch, with ethr'al fire
venomous vein and ruinuous blood
a snake of poison mixed with blood,
as monk, or priest of holy fire
evil breaks up with the good

(8) inspiration

Sol, I wish to thank you.
For every day you've come.
And made our little frozen planet
A happy place for me.
Sol, I've come to thank you.
And pray you'll come again.
To keep our planet warm
A happy place to be.
Sol, I've come to praise you.
For all your days you've shined.
You're energy I long for.
You're the warmth I love.
Sol, you've made me happy
And I depart in peace
With song, and hope, your memory,
With love of you and me.

(9) prayer to the Buddha

O, teacher, master, healer,
I know thou art all things.
Thou that only thou art pure,
Thou that teach all things to sing.

Gotama, o, my teacher,
To thee I give my heart,
That thou mayst cultivate
It to thy holy will.

Siddhartha, thou art my angel,
I know all things in thee,
I place thee in all things, to-day,
May never I forget.

Siddhartha, that's in all heavens,
And I, a friendly ghost.
Thou art in all heavens,
And I a hungry ghost.

Siddhartha, thou, my teacher,
I pray thee reveal thy will.

I have a girl that's pure
One that's well at ease,
Would it please thee well,
If she I were to please?

I pray for mercy,
To be honest,
I pray for her,
To be holy.

(10) my sign is feeling

Back at the first,
Reading back to front,
Feeding on the lines,
Breathing, leaving, now.
Reading back to front,
Feeling for design,
A feeling for believing,
It's feeling that's my sign.

(11) she, a faerie

You found me,
You came!

I saw you,
And waited--

'Til in the forest you went deeper
'Til closer up you came.

You saw me,
A faerie.

You cried out!
I laughed.

You slowly approached,
As wonder grew.

With my magic!
I slowed your time.

So I could spend so much time with you!
Without you knowing.

Then I took you,
It was so easy!

All the way to India,
And to the floodplains of Bolivia.

We traveled deep in the Amazon,
We went to Berlin,
We went to Bree,
Until I brought you home,
And set you free.

12) an oath

I'm not one to burn,
As with mockery or scorn,
As with fire set to learn,
I will not act this way.

Long I've learned it well,
That mockery or scorn,
Will never a man learn,
Or tell.

The way to teach, to please;
To please, to be a friend;
Befriend, to love a man;
Will tell.

13) sain, do you remember?

With one word, I have writ it all,
With two words, I have slain.
As three words come I saw him fall,
To ever repeat it again.

To-night!
Was my fate
I slew a man to-night.
Brought him round, to take him down,
Slew him once, and twice.
Pushed him over,
Down he flew,
And ever,
As this is true,
He'll stay within my sight.

14) who knows?

I would write my love, was
garden green and russet
on silver wings that flew
in flowing dreams of blue

so white! she's dead and gone
lying in a church ground
so with a nod and yawn,
it's to you i'll send love on.

[PrinceMyshkin]

My God, Nikolai, you're in a state of bliss, aren't you? There are so many here that I admire or was moved by, but I'll just single out 5) for the happy, carefree rhyme-play; 7) for the mystery in it and 11) for the wonderful turnabout of that last line.

[NikolaiI]

My God, Nikolai, you're in a state of bliss, aren't you? There are so many here that I admire or was moved by, but I'll just single out 5) for the happy, carefree rhyme-play; 7) for the mystery in it and 11) for the wonderful turnabout of that last line.

Yes, actually, but I hope you'll notice these aren't new. They're more than a year ago. Thank you for reading Jerry!

[PrinceMyshkin]

Yes, actually, but I hope you'll notice these aren't new. They're more than a year ago. Thank you for reading Jerry!

Well, where is it written that the only poems worth posting are those we wrote 5-7 minutes before posting them?

[NikolaiI]

Well, where is it written that the only poems worth posting are those we wrote 5-7 minutes before posting them?

I just thought that you thought I'd written those and posted them...that I was in a happy state of mind judging by my poems, I just wanted you to know they were a year old. :)

[kiz_paws]

(11) she, a faerie

You found me,
You came!

I saw you,
And waited--

'Til in the forest you went deeper
'Til closer up you came.

You saw me,
A faerie.

You cried out!
I laughed.

You slowly approached,
As wonder grew.

With my magic!
I slowed your time.

So I could spend so much time with you!
Without you knowing.

Then I took you,
It was so easy!

All the way to India,
And to the floodplains of Bolivia.

We traveled deep in the Amazon,
We went to Berlin,
We went to Bree,
Until I brought you home,
And set you free.
I loved this poem, Alex. Very sweet, powerful.... WOW! :thumbs_up

[PrinceMyshkin]

Apologies. Posted something here that was meant to go elsewhere.

[NikolaiI]

I loved this poem, Alex. Very sweet, powerful.... WOW! :thumbs_up

Thank you so much!!! :yawnb: ;)

[dramasnot6]

im a slug
that writes
about rainy nights,
and liquor and fights.

I...was really drawn to this poem. Very nice :thumbs_up

[dramasnot6]

November 24, 2006.

(!) etheral shadow (metaphysical)

Deep under clay safe from harm

Where I've lain for years
And do not stir

I not mind the dirt around me
Nay
I mind the sky above
The wind the flowers
and trees and animals

Deep under clay I am not trapped
In form
Nay

I am a friendly ghost
One of a great host
Of friendly and hungry ghost

Like a free wind
That can blow where it choose

Yea I've gone to heaven
And returned
To the land of sleeping ghosts.

(2) call to arms, soldiering life

I'll not point the finger, nay,
I'll not cast the blame.
I'll not be a firestarter
That fans the flick and flame
And wait for you to change.

I'll not say "It's wrong to kill."
Or even say you've killed.
For if you're blamed,
I'm blamed,
And if you've killed,
So've I.

(3) dull moment

Never a dull moment,
Caught in your expressive glance!
Caught in your warmth and affection,
I'd always take that chance.
As in, as in, as in all things,
I love YOUR style, too.

(4) love your feel!

Love your feel!
To think of me and write.
You know it means a lot!
To think of me and write.

(5) she and form

She, that's all good things,
She, that's warmth and light,
She, when sorrow brings,
That sings,

He, in happy conscience
That stopped to help a begger,
And gave him thirty cents,
Cadence,

Loved, for all he gave her,
Loved, for all her grace,
Loved, and will forever, in
That place.

Place, where we determine,
Place, that sets us free,
Place, that each and each other,
Is form.

(6) a guitar poem

acoustic guitars
play rhythm and bars
melodies brave
a crimson wave
comping to voices
sweet and pure
comping with tide
and time to lure
ringing out sweetly
smiling divine
keeping in check
rhythm and time
rhythm guitar
play one full bar

(7) healing touch

thee that only knoweth heavy
thee whose lips are creased in frown- thee
whose fears and sufferings I levy
love, whose hope undrown
whom i touch, with ethr'al fire
venomous vein and ruinuous blood
a snake of poison mixed with blood,
as monk, or priest of holy fire
evil breaks up with the good

(8) inspiration

Sol, I wish to thank you.
For every day you've come.
And made our little frozen planet
A happy place for me.
Sol, I've come to thank you.
And pray you'll come again.
To keep our planet warm
A happy place to be.
Sol, I've come to praise you.
For all your days you've shined.
You're energy I long for.
You're the warmth I love.
Sol, you've made me happy
And I depart in peace
With song, and hope, your memory,
With love of you and me.

(9) prayer to the Buddha

O, teacher, master, healer,
I know thou art all things.
Thou that only thou art pure,
Thou that teach all things to sing.

Gotama, o, my teacher,
To thee I give my heart,
That thou mayst cultivate
It to thy holy will.

Siddhartha, thou art my angel,
I know all things in thee,
I place thee in all things, to-day,
May never I forget.

Siddhartha, that's in all heavens,
And I, a friendly ghost.
Thou art in all heavens,
And I a hungry ghost.

Siddhartha, thou, my teacher,
I pray thee reveal thy will.

I have a girl that's pure
One that's well at ease,
Would it please thee well,
If she I were to please?

I pray for mercy,
To be honest,
I pray for her,
To be holy.

(10) my sign is feeling

Back at the first,
Reading back to front,
Feeding on the lines,
Breathing, leaving, now.
Reading back to front,
Feeling for design,
A feeling for believing,
It's feeling that's my sign.

(11) she, a faerie

You found me,
You came!

I saw you,
And waited--

'Til in the forest you went deeper
'Til closer up you came.

You saw me,
A faerie.

You cried out!
I laughed.

You slowly approached,
As wonder grew.

With my magic!
I slowed your time.

So I could spend so much time with you!
Without you knowing.

Then I took you,
It was so easy!

All the way to India,
And to the floodplains of Bolivia.

We traveled deep in the Amazon,
We went to Berlin,
We went to Bree,
Until I brought you home,
And set you free.

12) an oath

I'm not one to burn,
As with mockery or scorn,
As with fire set to learn,
I will not act this way.

Long I've learned it well,
That mockery or scorn,
Will never a man learn,
Or tell.

The way to teach, to please;
To please, to be a friend;
Befriend, to love a man;
Will tell.

13) sain, do you remember?

With one word, I have writ it all,
With two words, I have slain.
As three words come I saw him fall,
To ever repeat it again.

To-night!
Was my fate
I slew a man to-night.
Brought him round, to take him down,
Slew him once, and twice.
Pushed him over,
Down he flew,
And ever,
As this is true,
He'll stay within my sight.

14) who knows?

I would write my love, was
garden green and russet
on silver wings that flew
in flowing dreams of blue

so white! she's dead and gone
lying in a church ground
so with a nod and yawn,
it's to you i'll send love on.

So full of energy! It kept me reading with excitement and intrigue right to the very end.

[NikolaiI]

Thank you drama! :)

[NikolaiI]

"do not tell anyone, no one is able to understand us."
"we are different, no one is able to understand this."
It's true. It's the truest part of what can be known.
You and I are alone together, and before god we are alone.

"Dry your eyes on the wind, we have arrived outside time at the place god lives."
"The world is created around us, this moment, and before anything was, this is."
The sky is my home, and the clouds of the sky are my shackles.
Blue is all around me, but different is the colour of love that has entered my heart.

Close your eyes, and let my words wash over your soul.
I am alone- living dead without you-
Though I see the face of god, I am placed in a war
between heaven and hell.
Who could hold out long?
Your words restore me to glorified peace,
And to life, which I never knew,
til I tasted it from your lips.
In every mile I travel,
There are new heights, and new abysses.
Something of heaven and hell.


If we ask for heaven, we
may know the truth;
which is beyond us,
the world, and time.
But this separates us from
the world by a gulf of
darkness, and demons grab us
to tear us apart.

So now you understand,
That I understand your heart.

"I cannot make the words perfectly, but everything and more is true."
If you give me your heart, it
will be held by one
who always has you in his eyes.

By one who knows what it means
to be at peace,
-who knows it only invites
greater disaster; this is the change
of things.

When I close my eyes, I am not
here anymore.
The walls of no prison confine me,
having fallen to dust years ago.

I am not in this present time-
I'm alone, with you, in the future.


This time is not real, the world has not been created yet.
There is no life without you.
I never knew life til I tasted it from your lips,
And if the world takes you it would better take my last breath.

When I met you, I first knew what was real-
Those moments were before time, not touched by time,
The existed before I was born,
And those moments I was remembering, and your perfect form.
This is why the world is created when we first embrace,
And everything revolves around it.
But if it is not in my destiny,
Then there's no life for me.

[NikolaiI]

Today I felt the greatest love and weight.
But Yesterday I felt it too,
For what tomorrow do I now wait?
Cynical thoughts have entered my mind,
Thoughts supported by evil demons.
Are they trying to trap me?
Because at the same time I feel all sensations turned into one;
I'm breathing, but also drinking, swimming and flying all at once.
I don't feel anymore,
Because when I felt the greatest love and weight,
Or several days before,
I felt life for the first time tasted from her lips;
And drank love into my lifeless life from her kiss.
Now I don't feel again, like I was unfeeling before,
Nor can I think or write anything down.
My soul and life fleeting before my eyes,
But when I close them (my eyes)
I can still grasp her in my mind,
But how long will I have this?
I'm losing my mind over this.
I still have some equanimity,
But now I have the greatest knowledge and greatest weight.

[blazeofglory]

t

in the creative warm colors of spring, a new world is created,
which disappears, melts, more quickly than it begets,
and is soon invisible in the blinding of the sun.

.

This is really beautiful. Nikolai I I am really thrilled to read it.
Of course these are beautiful lines and this speaks of something of universality, the way things go in fluxes everyday interminably.

The way your other posts are deepening, this poem too is penetratingly appealing.

[NikolaiI]

This is really beautiful. Nikolai I I am really thrilled to read it.
Of course these are beautiful lines and this speaks of something of universality, the way things go in fluxes everyday interminably.

The way your other posts are deepening, this poem too is penetratingly appealing.

Thank you Blaze with all my heart.

[mukta581]

Because Of You

Because of you
my world is now whole,
Because of you
love lives in my soul.
Because of you
I have laughter in my eyes,
Because of you
I am no longer afraid of good-byes.
You are my pillar
my stone of strength,
With me through all seasons
and great times of length.
My love for you is pure
boundless through space and time,
it grows stronger everyday
with the knowledge that you'll always be mine.

[NikolaiI]

"You are my pillar
my stone of strength,
With me through all seasons
and great times of length."

Your words I say again, make me fall in love with you,
and bind me to the sky.
I'll try to write more, soon, tonight, tomorrow,
your words are SO incredible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You dispell all evil.
I suppose I must have had the vision I had, to understand what it is.
The colour green is in all things.
And envy tinges them too.
And I know merely to be at peace is to break free of it all!!! But what is peace without love???
You've broken through ALL the barriers of my heart!!!!!!
I never knew this kind of love, or felt this truly real.
Your love gave me life, when I had never known what it was, but on such a superficial level.
I feel like my life is because of you.
I can't explain these things they are beyond my imagination!!!

"My love for you is pure
boundless through space and time,
it grows stronger everyday
with the knowledge that you'll always be mine."

YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!
I will always be yours!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You have restored me to such an inner child.
Your words are true and your love is pure,
I love your style!!!!

[NikolaiI]

I'm back to my old self again
(that self I never knew until now)

I read some refreshing words (my own)

restored some peace to my soul

retired some tired views,
renewed an unclean soul.

I'm back to my old self again
(I saw her again tonight)

I'm ready to open all the doors now
(she's always been here at my side)

what I saw tonight was what I saw the first time,
when I saw what I saw tonight.

what a beautiful view-
strange that heaven and hell grew so close together.

[NikolaiI]

today I realized
there won't be a when
there won't be a then
we won't get back together again,
there is not a zen.

tomorrow's sorrow
did not reach today
what we spoke yesterday
is forgotten and away
so it shall stay.

forever's day,
i never knew you no
i never saw you show
i never knew you know
i never saw you low.

[colts30]

Hello NikolaiI,

I'm in awe of your pen... I do hope if not already you look into self-publishing a poetry book... In summary, keep the ink flowing... :thumbs_up


PoeticSpace - MySpace For Poets, etc...
http://www.PoeticSpace.com

[pretending]

Pledge of Love

I've made a vow, to no one but you
I pledge my love to forever be true
I'll take care of you and treat you right
I'll lay beside you all through the night
I'll feed you and clothe you and keep you warm
I'll hug you and kiss you and give shelter in the storm
I'll help you and guide you and clear a path
I'll protect you and shield you from an angry man's wrath
I'll listen to your problems help you solve them too
I'll make you a rainbow and let the sun shine through
I'll take your side even if you're wrong
Just to prove our love is strong
I'll plant you flowers and make them grow
They'll be a symbol of love that only we'll know
I'll whisper your name when no one is near
So low that only you can hear
You'll feel my love even if we're apart
You'll know that we are one in heart

[NikolaiI]

two flaps of a bird's wing
the soul flits in the sky
two beats of my heart later
she crashes to the ground.

a wind blows across her still form
sunlight dances on a splinter
termites hide to stay warm.

i see now plaid
then, my vision's sky
still i search for true blue.

she breathes a breath, she calls
the rain, she has to listen
to it all again
one day, she'll see
the sky in you.

[NikolaiI]

i came by following a piece of string
that came of a book of prose
now i do not know anything
and i go where e'er it goes.

but not in my vernacular
are words for what i see
nor would know this spectacular,
had i eternity.

[NikolaiI]

With my hands on my head,
I can see through a clean screen.
A salty taste in the air,
I take a breath that leaves it on my lips.

Now I know what they know,
But that haven't seen what I've seen,
We all see the same sunrise,
But some people still say
that God lies.

My soul was put through this
mutilating machine,
and died,
but I picked it up with you;
and now we both have the intelligence
to know
the sun's light both in God's and my eyes
and this life again's a beautiful blue.

[kiz_paws]

I'm back to my old self again
(that self I never knew until now)

I read some refreshing words (my own)

restored some peace to my soul

retired some tired views,
renewed an unclean soul.

I'm back to my old self again
(I saw her again tonight)

I'm ready to open all the doors now
(she's always been here at my side)

what I saw tonight was what I saw the first time,
when I saw what I saw tonight.

what a beautiful view-
strange that heaven and hell grew so close together.Hey Nik, you have provided us with some lovely words again ... :thumbs_up

The above poem was incredible, and the two closing lines were so profound -- I loved it, Nik! :)

[blazeofglory]

Did you know-
I'm a happy child?- Creative?
How smart I am!
And kind, and generous, and yet,
You never even noticed.

Did you know I love my eyes?
How confident they are!
And focused-
When I am in war;
When I am in euphoria.

I'm a sad child, too,-
When you try to explain many things-
(How well I know you!)
You should know,
It makes me want to cry.

Did you know- I know-
You never knew love,
Or compassion?
In that light,
There's nothing to forgive.

Tears are dried- I have found-
Self-examination.
The Romantic Manifesto-
Who is listening?-
Is my destination.

December 14, 2006

Nikolai, today read your poems and some are highly moving and absorbing. This one is one of the many the many that touched me deeply and intensely.
In this poem I saw a voice everyone has within him or her when one is in love.

In fact, Nikolai, every one in this world is capable of loving and of course deserve to be loved, yet the problem lies in communication. We can not tear up our heart and show what we have for our dear ones. Our words can not carry the deep feelings we have for our dear ones and this leads to degrees of misunderstanding and may result in separation.

Even after separation one can not forget theother, and the desire crops up for reunion. Meanwhile our egoss creep in and we can not proceed.

I feel you have something to say in your poem and your understanding of things are indeed very unique and orginal too

Your poem is a beauty, something that springs up from a creative mind, and of course I see you, even with your talents and potentials for writing something grand, as a person who can rise higher and realize Buddha nature.

Namaste

[NikolaiI]

keep quiet now, my little girl.
lose yourself in flowers,
the touch, the scent, the whole world,
everything loves you.

you are the light of the world
everything calls your name
you are the most beautiful child
keep quiet now, and do not weep.

keep quiet now, my dear,
find yourself in meadows.
find yourself with your true other self,
let nothing take you.

be free, like the wind and flowers,
fly away, when something's not right.
be a leaf in the wind, or a bird,
that always takes to flight.

keep quiet now, my little girl,
still your quivering form.
you've held me, let me hold you,
let me keep you warm.

[kiz_paws]

I liked this poem, Nik, in particular
be a leaf in the wind, or a bird,
that always takes to flight.Beautiful.

Your closing was really lovely.
keep quiet now, my little girl,
still your quivering form.
you've held me, let me hold you,
let me keep you warm.Well done. :)