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

People are idiotic

and yet we listen to their words,

allowing hurt to linger in our minds,

hate to penetrate our souls.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Natalya Guseva

My visitor from the future,

alas,

has become a ghost from the past.

Men, women, systems,

self-interest, manipulations and power plays,

what chance does our idealism ever stand?

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Mirny

Every day: progress,

yes!

The hole gets bigger, deeper.

Problems, imposed and happenstance,

pile up, front, center, side,

more and more to do

each new tomorrow,

hope and decimation.

Progress,

yes,

reasons to keep breathing.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Tsar Bomba 2

Sometimes it is nice

to hear silence,

embrace nothingness.

I drink it in,

feeling refreshed,

until my moment is shattered,

as always it seems,

by some idiot person or dog,

exuberant in their self-importance,

existential in their offensive noise.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Karl von Baden (Grossherzog), 1811

The historians didn’t ask me,

but actually,

Kaspar was a boy,

a son,

I’d have been proud to call my own.

On reflection, delicious irony,

he is said to have wanted to be

a rider, just like me!

What more could a father want?

(screw his mother!)

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Dozhd, Okno

The storm fills every crevice of my being,

pounding, bludgeoning my body and soul,

destroying my faith in nature

(whatever that means).

The wind roars, non-stop invective,

insulting, it seems, all that is holy,

as the rain continues to fall in torrents,

deluge, destroying, flooding,

washing away all hope.

The storm fills every crevice of my being,

what’s worse, I know it’ll still be with me tomorrow,

mocking, in calmness and sunshine,

its effects and its essence will linger.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

2019-12-04_01-47-14

Temporality passes,

by definition they imply,

but this denies the pain

that seems everlasting.

This “thing” passes?

Maybe, but as far as I remember,

it’s all I’ve ever known.

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Лидия Вележева, kino

We’re all idiots,

it’s a defining feature of humanity.

We’re all idiots,

more some days than others;

collectively and individually,

some are more consistently

supreme in idiocy.

Alas …

In summary:

to a greater or lesser extent,

we’re all idiots!

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat