Archive for the ‘Вихрь’ Category

Wm covers ears, abuse (k1news.ru, opensource)

Shut your eyes,

block your ears,

hold your nose…

Things we wish we did not know!

Nausea, repulsion, abhorrence,

detestable human condition,

hateful people, pain.

In our lives we have a gutful,

no wonder, ultimately,

we acquiesce

to death.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Chasy-slomanniy

Today, I realized that my clock is running slow.

Which is to say, my clock has been progressively slowing over time.

Losing seconds, minutes, “life”.

In effect, my clock has been regressing, whilst progressing.

Indeed, ipso facto, as such,

I am reminded, on so many levels, how

the supposedly “progressive” in actuality,

for the balance of humanity,

is regressive.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

HUAC

Ronald Reagan,

a great man,

a great American.

Ronald Reagan,

poetry in motion.

Alas, dear reader,

history and satire,

maybe don’t repeat,

but surely do rhyme…

like futility and perfidy,

pain and drain,

dreams blown away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

 

Transition

So, America, you “beat” us,

we, the people, USSR.

Wow, talk about pyrrhic victory!

(The scum you have enabled!)

Pray tell, do you enjoy your new enemies?

And does your 2019 beat your 2001,

beat your 1979?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Another day, big effort, hard work,

two steps forward, progress…

Congratulations.

Every breath, you are closer to death.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1952. Nikola Mirchev

Time flies,

sometimes,

and you forget quite where you are

and/or have been.

Perhaps it’s best,

after all,

we don’t really want to know

where we’re going.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

It is either extremely beautiful,

or decayed and squalid,

in this light, it is hard to tell.

Shadows dance on the walls,

ornate and cared for,

forgotten relic,

passion dictates,

eyes deceive.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Chasy-slomanniy

Gradually,

slowly,

painstakingly,

forwards,

backwards,

footsteps.

In life’s serpentine cycle,

as months and years pass,

dissolving,

time comes to have little meaning.

Ultimately,

all clocks stop.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

1459

Fellow traveler

got lost somewhere along the way.

Marginalized,

misinterpreted,

persecuted,

misunderstood.

More than anything,

I “just” wanted the world

to be

a better place.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Time flies,

everyday people die.

Time and people pass away,

forgotten every day.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat