Мои стихи на английском

[Mikhail-u]

Буду благодарен за замечания. Собственно, я ничинал это в качестве лингвистических упраженеий...


A stranger’s note

You’re paralyzed by “libbers”,
The blue North-East and West;
You canonize the glibbest
Or vote for them, at best.


To my brainwashed friend

It’s very easy
To be in crowd;
You’re always busy,
You’re always proud.

You meet out “info”,
Restrain the truth;
So recommended
Leftist “gurus”.

Don’t be instructed
For love or hate:
Free people mustn’t
Affiliate.

A train to Socialism or

A Summer Conductor

Negligent Carter’s Era,
Fragile détente is at stake;
Who cares about chimeras?
I’m on a summer break!

Through broken car panes,
Hot smelly wind – abductor
Naughtily tickles my ears;
I’m a conductor of 20 years.


Our train moves drinkers;
My students’ crew’s at risk:
Passengers aren’t thinkers,
They’re dang “tractorists”!

We have those over 60,
Crammed into the car,
Their eyes are misty,
C’est très cauchemar.

(Oh, the US farms
Aren’t like kolkhozes
Whose normal “charms”
Include cirrhosis.)

Meanwhile, dim clashes
After midnight abated,
And smoking ashes
Ruthlessly obliterated



All, what was whiteness
Of cotton sheets.
Incarnate triteness
Snores, dreaming feats.

My fellow partner
Relieves “the guard”.
She’s sad and frightened:
“Please, be on guard”…

Her feel’s farsighted:
After a short time,
We both collided
With a rape-linked crime.

The scum is bound,
He grits ugly teeth,
We won the first round
We might say “cheese”.

“Forget, boy, your mattress,
You won’t snooze this night”,
I think to myself
And I’m terribly right.

“I am a guard, I’m Cerberus
I shouldn’t ever sleep.
Don’t let him embarrass,
Don’t let slip that creep…”

“Hey student”, he wheezes,
“If you want romance,
Remember my thesis:
They love violence.

If I were you, student,
I would strike her head
So, be rude, not prudent,
And go ahead.

You don’t believe me?
Then hear my talks.
Confirm all that, Timmy,
And you, country folks.

So, I have a lover,
Who’s gentle and cute
She’s under my power,
She’s meek like a lute.

And she loves me madly;
My sweet sexy grape,
Because I’m deadly,
And I always rape.

Her gigantic father
Lifts me with one hand.
He would kill us rather
Than rules be bent.

I know, he is brutal,
But I’m very brave,
I caught his Anuta
At a countryside rave.

She begs: Oh, my darling
This day’s not for love,
Last week, I was dying,
Aborted like a glove.

She tries, reaching ears;
I’m not patient, yet,
I don’t see those tears
I’m groping her breast.

I drag her to forests,
She tries to escape,
I find her dishonest,
Avoiding my rape.

She dives in a mere,
I’m finding a stone:
Swim here, my dear,
Regret you were born.

You’re stubborn and stupid,
And so get my strike.
Her arm hangs droopy,
She moans, which I like.

Swim here, you, honey,
I’m roaring again,
I love blood, my sunny,
Let’s finish the game.

She begs me: oh, spare…
I’m tough like an axe,
For her that’s a nightmare,
For me - lovely sex.

My next stone is thrown,
It hits on her head,
Red bubbles, she moans…
Grass is a cute bed.

I tell you: she loves me
For her I am solar.
Agree, fellow Timmy?
Think, gullible scholar!”

P.S.

Routinely, such scumbags
Lean towards the “commies”,
As well as “pragmatics” in States.
Two words of those cronies:

McGovern and Fulbright,
The “tolerant libbers”,
Connived the night,
Oh, those demagogues-glibbers.

Jim Carter, Bill Clinton,
Then - Nancy Kolkhozi
Bureaucracy, taxes, and bribes,
Betrayal of Israel, Bono, and Ozzy,
And “pro-Palestinian” vibes…

Huge train, it’s not empty,
There’re boiling reactors…
I’m older than 20…
Who bribes new conductors???


Club vs. Massachusetts, or balls and holes


“Every progressive agent or movement presumed to
be innocent until full destruction of the country.”

(The non-manufacturing (“liberal”) businesses’ mantra)


“Any absurdity should be brought to perfection.”

(The prosperous lawyers’ wisdom)


Illary Linton era,
Year 2010,
The courtroom power bearers,
They tower, wrapped-in-mantle men.

“Come away, you, golf guy,
Tell us about the nuisance;
Speak, don’t be so shy;
We understand your impuissance.”

“Well, as you know I’m a golfer.
So, I’ve a golf partner;
He’s nice, he plays fair,
But, yes, we don’t have an affair.

We are wine in a same glass,
Nothing can separate us;
We enjoy playing together
Both at sunny and rainy weather.

Since my kids don’t esteem us,
All my courts and marvelous clubs,
I want Him, my golf-friend, to inherit.
So, we need benefits as if married.”

“Oh, let’s look for a social issue.
We must build a judicial tissue,
I guess, both of you are “same-sexed”,
Otherwise, your case would be perplexed.”

“I’ve read that in Frogia and Trance,
In a similar circumstance,
They decided in favor of couples:
As policemen as criminal partners.”

“Now I see much better your point;
Foreign judgments, even those disjointed,
Are of greatest importance for us.
Beaujolais, Advocaat and Schnapps…

Tell us whether your cause wounds
Someone’s values, or, let’s say, feelings?”
“No, your honor, our code’s strict…”
“Mr. Club, think before you speak!!

Stand up! Here is my decision;
Though you don’t meet a provision
That a case must add hullabaloo
To sustain the business … You follow?

Yet, philistine morals will be shaken
For the suing industry sake, and
Hereby, you can marry, golf boys,
Kiss your clubs; raise for Linton your voice!

Congratulations, sport loving guys!
Now, we have another hearing. Good bye!
NEXT: people of cool blood and courage:
The case of necrofilian poly-marriage”…


* * *


Dandruff of “liberal” ideas
That shackles intellect and justice
Blights both: our dear ones
And those who profit from the “practice”.



* * *

Fall in love with your murderer, boy,
Let him savor your liver and tongue,
Don’t respond to offense, but enjoy.
“Shma, Israel”*, such a “liberal” song.

*”Listen, Israel” – a quote from the Bible


Groan from Taxachussets

When the Liberty-Kids faced new taxes,
They intended the long–term riots;
But Grand-grand-kids are spineless & waxen:
They succumb to tax lifting priors.

Why “the rest of the World” is harshly steering?
‘Cause US lost its vim to diffusion.
Where now we are pioneering?
Feminism? Overweighting? Confusion…?

Jesse Jackson instead of Sir Morgan,
H.R. Clinton in place of Longfellow…
Top invention means now “evasion”;
Edison has been creamed by law fellow.

Education just since kindergartens
Is “well-guided” by leftist constrictors;
Kids are taught to pay for the rope
To be hanged, in particular districts.

I am not a moralist-chiropractor,
Neither am I a thoughtless appeaser;
Buddies, let’s localize the factors
Those are turning us to communism.


This cool night, warmed by
the perfect tomatoes with tiny nipples,
I missed you


***

A reactionary fanatic,
with his liver eaten by intellectuals,
was hanged safely…

[Mikhail-u]

Hibun

‘And what is anti-Zionist? It is the denial to the Jewish people of a fundamental right that we justly claim for the people of Africa and freely accord all other nations of the Globe. It is discrimination against Jews, my friend, because they are Jews. In short, it is anti-Semitism.’

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Pro-”Palestinian” (Judo-phobic) North-American site http://www.jewishtribalreview.org informs: Palestinian solidarity conference to take place … organizers stood by a six point basis of unity that defined the purpose and direction of the conference. Those six points of unity of the conference are as follows:
1. We support the Palestinian right of return. It is non-negotiable.
2. It is becoming increasing clear that a two state solution is not a viable or acceptable option for the Palestinian people.
3. Israel is a racist apartheid state.
4. Our activism is imbued with an anti-colonial feminist practice.
5. We support the right of the Palestinian people to resist Israeli and colonialism by the means of their choosing.
6. Actions that we organize out of this conference will be developed under the framework of respecting a diversity of tactics.
Michael Neumann, Jewish, a Trent University philosophy professor (see the same anti-Israel site http://www.jewishtribalreview.org): ”My sole concern is indeed to help the Palestinians, and I try to play for keeps. I am not interested in the truth, or justice, or understanding, or anything else, except so far as it serves that purpose...I would use anything, including lies, injustice and obfuscation, to do so. If an effective strategy means that some truths about the Jews don't come to light, I don't care. If an effective strategy means encouraging reasonable anti-Semitism or reasonable hostility to Jews, I don't care. If it means encouraging vicious racist anti-Semitism, or the destruction of the State of Israel, I still don't care.”

high professionals in murders of Jewish kids
were prevented from doing their noble job;
what humiliation for Palestine!





The wall and bit (”shlyambur”)

Every morning, washing her gorgeous face,
She faced an empty cold-concrete wall,
As hard and ugly as the Berlin one,
As cold and gray as Real Socialism
And Californian Governor Gray.

Irena was so smart and talented,
Yet she believed she deserved
To see her own face in a mirror.
What’s wrong if a stunning girl
Wants to spend some minutes
In front of the looking-glass?

Yes, she could call handymen,
Those drunk and rude guys
Who were clumsy and careless
And were able only to emanate problems,
Just as Father Real Socialism did.

A key figure in a significant project,
She could not venture day offs
To meet those unpunctual guys.
Irena placed her hopes on a friend,
A handsome smiling rock-singer.

Week after week, two lovely persons
Discussed the problem in private
And publicly, seemingly jokingly.
Being reluctant to work with his hands,
Our singer failed to recognize how
The shelf with the glass would be crucial...

My special tool, a hardened ”bit”,
Steadily gets its tees into ferroconcrete.
Every hard strike of my heavy hammer
Pushes the tubular gizmo deeper and deeper.
Finally, our wall is completely defeated.
So, my long-standing relationship started…









***

one Party’s motto:
tell anything of your plans –
and we pronounce ”nay”

multiple squatting
useful training for skiing
skiers must’ve attended the Bush’s address

pretzel of human limbs,
male bodies’ scent:
Greco-roman wrestling

saw-off gun muzzle
stares at my liver;
cognitive experience

exotic warm country
squeezed within blue sea,
the sea of the World unfairness

verbose creek,
like with Boston Mayor
you never distinguish a word

a flowery creek-
reminder of one Mayor:
you never distinguish a word

noble explosives carriers
stonewalled from targeted infidels
what humiliation for ”Palestine”!

”ain’t know nothing ”
and political correctness –
symbiotic harmony


* * *
a large-toothed duck
no talents-
only Oscars

a duck with reddish nose
good breasts, no other talents-
only Oscars.

anti-Israel smell of ‘The Guardian’,
prince Harry’s portraits with swastika:
what a coincidence…

net of naked branches
a beam squeezes through the skies
to shine grayness


dancing squirrel performance
behind my window…
my little girl would like it





He is a regular guy … from governors

Allegedly naked soul
And doctoring doctoral fist…
Who do people trust a pretender
And 50% communist?



How to understand things correctly*

Packs of guttural birds,
Eager to kill own chicks
Just for the sake of hate,
Attacked a neighboring nest.

Defenders yielded to raiders
In number and grade of hatred,
But their beaks were sharper
And armor-plumage more updated.

Other feathered creatures
Orderly walked around,
Pretending to be ”objective”
And sound like ”well-grounded”.

Sometimes an impudent baby
Would ask those ”neutral” birds:
”Why don’t you stop the deaths?
Shouldn’t packs leave alone that nest?”

Then wise and Vice – birds
Would ingenuously question: ”Well,
Who said that the whole bazaar
Attacks that stubborn shell?”

”But the Gutturals say, themselves;
They vow to destroy the Entity
What I see, unambiguously tells…;
Look at those bloody torsos quantities!”

”If you are so receptive like that,
You will never be properly fat!
It is said to us, poultry, clear:
Want to grasp? Don’t stay near!”

Well, the little bird steps far back,
So bloodshed is not at all seen…
”Hey you, baby, bend your chick neck,
Then shove it under the Left Wing…

Do you hear or see something? No?
Great! Now turn on your small lantern,
Read and watch under dark shutters
What Selected Professionals chose

Those authorized to listen and look, those,
Who is allowed to interpret, even think!!
Follow us and your left wing:
Eat and drink, vote, eat and again drink ... .”

*My view on the perceptions of the Arab-Israeli conflict those embraced by Western mainstream philistines along with left-wing ”intellectuals”


*****

I met a pretty Cambridge professor:
Nice intentions, a great predecessor,
Uniformed ”liberal” mental roots,
Blind adherence to other troops…
Yet, her personal points suffocate in neglect –
They just call that set ”intellect”.
I got sick from allusions to Sufis:
I didn’t like my sweetheart to be goofy.

Then I met a Dorchester barber:
Speaks Japanese, has ice-breaker fiber,
Snooty, cold, from the very start…
She is probably toooo smart.

Where sagacious cute lasses are?
Oh, I miss you, my pet rat Natasha



* * *

”If you want to find ardor, good guy,
You must start from loving yourself.
So advised my life-road guide,
That successful friendly elf.

Thus, it means I must fall in love
With as nastiest a person as me,
Just like those narcissists and psychotics?
No, I can’t jump so high above,
I’m not that much idiotic…

Sorry, girls, sorry love…

[Mikhail-u]

I am not Homer

My spell-bound glance follows gracious movements of your flushed body,
Oh, how desirable your every knoll is, covered with smooth divine skin…
Magical voice, restrained moans of love and your sweet seductive kisses,
Those, you are granting to me with slightly excited display of affection,
Blow up the weirs that have restricted free flight of my fancy and vision.
Instantly, my revitalized veins turn into tempestuous mountain rivers,
Into bright sparkling torrents of heady contentment, imagine, my readers.
As a result, my muscles and brain fill with exceptional power and vigor,
My creativity, previously squeezed by irrepressible dissatisfaction, now
Proudly enriches branches of Culture, its vivid gardens and flower-beds.
Oh, my enviable Goddess, nowadays I contribute greatly to various arts;
I glorify your beloved name in music, sculpture, painting and acting,
My success in poetry is so adored that I’ve managed to fix the injustice,
Towards granting Pulitzer Prize: now only those who deserve are awarded,
For example, my dear friend Richard, whose poems we love, as for Pinsky,
He brilliantly sharpens pencils for another “master of word”, in Ramallah.
Wherever my energetic figure appears there dramatic improvements occur:
Either in science, politics, media or other businesses, so then, for instance,
Grateful mankind will never forget me as the first dare-devil who stated
That intellectuals must be able to doubt, check, think and know something.
And, in addition, I thrive in handling the Global Warming rigorous problem,
By driving this phenomenon back into offices where the business was born.
Thus, it is you, oh my love, who can actually initiate charm and greatness!
Well, while I still have not met you, I will go to wash my discolored clothes,
However, honey, when you quit from your artel “Feminism and Grayness”,
Come to live and enjoy, discovering, going into, creating, sharing, laughing and loving.


* * *


Convulsively clenched fists allegedly hide impotence,
He is a new Pretender this country waited for ages...
Poor we...


My pledge

Ex-ignoramuses
Are the best of teachers;
Recovered patients
Have great immunity;
Former thieves
Are savvy detectives;
Many bacteria are effective,
While fighting similar species…

Once, together with those,
Both ignorant and arrogant fellows,
Those, who follow ‘progressive’,
Flexible and handy ideas.
It was me, who recovered;
I’m a bacterium that can detect
The left-wing-colored infection.
So, I must self-sacrifice,
While debunking the virus.
Sure, I must and I will!


* * *


Poets tell people the truth
That consists of what those bards believe;
They believe in what should be the fact,
Irrespective of brutal reality.
Poets tell people the truth?




* * *


Politically correct…
Of course, none of us expects
To find even half-part truth
In that money-smelling mantle,
But the “elite” still pretends…


* * *

Richard insists on clarity.
My Muse prefers ambiguity.
Women require guaranties
And decline my calls for sincerity.
How to stay intact?
Should I change the Zodiac?


* * *

Saudi Royal family is above suspicion

UN’s triumphal car
Hobbles on flat tires.
God bless America…
And its oil suppliers!




September 26, 2003
Rosh Ha-Shana holiday


Quiet warm night
Covers Hebron vicinity,
Crescent and stars fly
In the sky infinity.

Makhmud Khamedan, the brave,
Knocks at a family’s door…
Well-done: the baby’s in a grave…
See N-Y Times, Mr. Moore.

Welcome a new Hero!
Your bullets genuinely epitomize
The sacred-genocidal Revolution,
Named “Palestinian”.

Arafat akhbar!
Petroleum akhbar!
“Liberals” akhbar!
Moral relativism akhbar!
“Free” Media akhbar!



A philanthropic bloodsucker

A little furious goblin,
A new holocaust conniver,
A “liberal” gang’s accomplice
In putting world’s heels over head,
He’s sitting in his cobweb,
Pulling adhesive fibers
Those strangle multiple throats
And coordinate greedy hearts.

His conditional philanthropy
Just after biting through arteries
From a next slaughtered prey...
(I mean certain anemic economies);
Oh, that dried predator perfectly
Fits all progressive requirements:
He propagates gay marriage
And keeps atheistic creed.

I’m not a George Bush admirer,
Neither am I a pious hypocrite,
But I loath parasitic businesses
Backed by trolls just to shake society.
To oppose them, I’ll join a synagogue,
Or a radical Christian movement,
I’ll agree to spread placards, pictures
And whatever pro-Bush handouts.

I would do anything necessary,
To protect Earth from gnome’s influence,
He, who thinks he is God and for mockery,
As reflection of a troubled character,
Thrusts on us a boredom Champion
As a future mandatory President…
Use your dubious money and Chorus.
This time, hope you lose, Mr. Soros.



The current “Revolution”


Your malice face turns milk sour,
Your hatred can easily incinerate icebergs,
You voluptuously devour your own kids,
You purposely multiply people’s suffering
Just to trap naïve rescuers into your nets.

Your true motives pour out from oil-money vaults,
You instantly contaminate every good you touch:
Faith, fairness, integrity, tolerance, compassion…
Thus, you fuel the revolution of moral values,
You generously subsidized the Palestinian Revolution!


The Democratic strategy

What happened to colorful squirrels?
They were ousted by gray cousins,
Because in the God’s Mother Nature
All the gray and boring are stronger.

Yes, sometimes tedious person blunders,
As it was the case with Gray Davis,
The amazingly tiresome ex-ruler
In our nice citadel - California.

Well, exclusions just strengthen the rule,
So, we have now a favorite candidate
Who’s admired as an undoubted winner
In our Party’s boredom contest (primaries).

People, vote for John Kerry:
He is more colorless than the President;
He is much more depressing and dull
Thus, John Kerry is way more promising.


The Global Fooling

Noses have turned blue,
Shivering from cold reigns, even November is snowy,
But people repeat they were taught to:
“Global Warming, Global Warming…”
Model consumers, devoted voters…
They could carry Kerry.

2004

[Mikhail-u]

The main factor of love

Splendor and wit met in her,
What an artifact.
Cherry lips those I adore,
Gratitude and tact…

Oh, God! We’re together, we’re pretty drunk,
I dare to declare my love.
I’m moving towards her chiseled trunk
Like a hungry dervish to pilaf.

She answers with woe in depth of her gaze:
“I like you, your soul and probably eyes,
But we can’t go on to the lover phase:
Your fingers are ugly, in shape and size.”




The Monday Stone Soup*

June, the “Soup” out of the blue…
Richard gives us a witty clue.
Mouths are opened,
And pearls are dropped:
Marvelous rhymes,
Poetical chimes:
Brilliant stream…
Why I am not Him?

She suddenly appears in a break,
She’s so pretty, for God’s sake!!
“You‘re a corner stone;
I should have known…
How could that occur?
Mister Moore!”
Seductively heave her breasts,
My hormones leave their nests.
A stranger to the foreign team,
Why I am not Him?

A daddy-longlegs-like bard
Gestures with knotty hands;
His sullied-with-writing pants
Epitomize the “arts’ trends”.
He seizes her hand straightforwardly
He catches her knees so baldly.
My soul in despair screams:
“He is going to ruin my dreams!”
Why is not my mane the same?
Why am not I he, in this game?

Graphomaniac leftist androids
Lull a very self-confident cat.
As the second of real poets,
Speaks a Sculptor-aristocrat.
He is nice, and so are his epics,
This enhances the end of the “Soup”.
“Should I spit on my modest ethics,
Or I ought to escape Her lure?”
Late at night we head for “The Out…”
And its paintings, vine-glasses and cats.
I remain privately with doubts,
She remains in the gnarled hands…
Sculptor keeps conversation with Richard,
Cameraman holds belief in Bush.
Everyone got some good from the vineyard,
Only I have in mind just “чушь” **

Like Diogen to his barrel own,
I amble home free and alone,
Stone Soup, Soup Stone…

*Poetry readings in The Out Of The Blue gallery
**“чушь” ----- in Russian means: “crap”



“You, Michael, are a fanatic”

My friend’s fascinated
By brutal mad men,
Who murder so keenly
As women as kids.
But, meeting in person
“Fanatics” like me,
He always recoils,
With great indignation:
Damn Michael, unlike
Those brave hirelings,
Incited by generous Saudis,
You still didn’t kill anybody!







To my brainwashed friend

It’s very easy
To be in crowd;
You’re always busy,
You’re always proud.

You meet out “info”,
Restrain the truth;
So recommended
Leftist gurus.

Don’t be instructed
For love or hate:
Free people mustn’t
Affiliate.


Why do liberal orators adore butchers?

Administrative compulsion is
A beloved “liberal” deity;
It’s based on heaps of skulls
Those covered with handy slogans.

It gobbles up lives and dignity,
Yet gains Bohemia’s sympathy.
Nothing new, everything is logical:
As you know, leftist dictatorships,

In the hunt for unlimited power,
Just promote propaganda connoisseurs.
So, those “masters of word” are treated
Better than damn fat businesspersons.

For the sake of such social hierarchy,
Inveterate guards of humanity, those
Who claim themselves intellectuals,
Grant indulgences to famous murderers.

Either Stalin, or handsome Arafat,
Are portrayed as devoted statesmen.
Right, in Paris, London and Boston,
We are smarter than nasty victims…

You would ask: “Where’s love in your poem?”
Well, I love this naïve and strange country
Some Hillaryous arrogant crowd, though,
Thirsts to turn this realm to a lab rabbit.

In addition, I love exact meanings
And would like to ask “intellectuals”:
Please, learn how to think for yourself,
Doing personal scrutiny and synthesis.


Yuri Bulkin

Sunny porous Jerusalem stones
Radiate inspiring warmth
Yuri Bulkin happily smiles
To the whimsical arch styles

Thirteen hours of arduous job,
Sweating daily in a dusty robe,
PHD from a steppe conurbation
Hurts his hands at a train station.

He had fled to The Land of fathers
To escape the Dark Order’s brothers -
KGB- branded wizards of Oz
Who once styled “Palestinian Cause”

Yuri heads to his Hebrew tutor:
Very old-fashioned Dell computer
That waits now in the tiny abode
Learning starts very soon… Oh God!!

Jalousie is torn out and thrown,
And the savior-computer is gone
“Well, that happens,” said the police -
“Look, you live nearby Abu Dis”

“Don’t you even seek fingerprints?”
“Are you an “Avoda” prince?
Perez, damn EU-ruled Nutcracker,
Forces us let go even carjackers

And besides, he was taught in Brussels
We cannot cross the border. What else?
Easier steals – fewer kills, right?
Don’t believe? Ask Madeleine Albright!”

Friday, Yuri explores Abu Dis,
Fumbling in counters’ tops and beneath,
And, oh Eureka, here’s his desktop,
And he says to the “master”: ‘Stop’

Seller slants his right roguish eye
To his big butcher’s-kind knife
He would kill that naïve “Rusi”,
But here is a moron from BBC

“Dear guest, Hello, Hi, Salaam,
You’re wrong, it belongs to my clan
That’s an ancient Arab computer…
Wanna Saladin-owned scooter?

Things remained in my ancestors’ tent
Since they settled the Blessed Land!”
“Right, majority of your great nest
Came a bit earlier than Internet,”

Yuri thought, driving his jaded Ford,
He, an “oppressor”, could never afford
Mansions, Audis and golden bricks
The “oppressed” boast in Abu Dis


The judicial Goddess

Procedure allows cons to escape,
Procedure condemns a helpless prey.
Dozens of judges “reviewed” the case
But never bothered to meet facts “in face”
The Super Industry dictates its rules:
“Don’t question the base. Even fools
If they belong to the Judge’s Guild
Should be exempted from any guilt
Firstly, worship Procedure Deities
And only then, serve essential gods;
Never challenge low court’s mistakes,
Protect the Business, whatever it takes…”

Wouldn’t be wise to replace those tutors
With sensitive, smart higher-court computers?


To my overseas love

I’m not going to share you with
Any substance or creature…
I want to be the only bad habit you have.
So, throw out your coffee:
I’m brewing for you…

[Shtirliz]

Мне ВСЕ понравилос!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Пошлите ети стихи в National Standart

[Mikhail-u]

Мне ВСЕ понравилос!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Пошлите ети стихи в Натионал Стандарт

А они принимают стихи?

[Shtirliz]

А они принимают стихи?

Да, у них есть сектизя для заметок читатели. Или пошли в Federalist society

[Mikhail-u]

Да, у них есть сектизя для заметок читатели. Или пошли в Федералист социеты

Стихи в заметки читателя? А в Федералист социеты тоже в заметки читателя?

[Shtirliz]

Стихи в заметки читателя? А в Федералист социеты тоже в заметки читателя?

Нее, просто в редактзиу пошли. Они напечатаут. Стихи очен хорошие и актуальние. Плюс у тебя есть "изюминка"- ты иммигрант. Ето плюс в твою сторону

[Mikhail-u]

Нее, просто в редактзиу пошли. Они напечатаут. Стихи очен хорошие и актуальние. Плюс у тебя есть "изюминка"- ты иммигрант. Ето плюс в твою сторону

а ты посылал? я, знаешь, посылал кое-куда заметки - дaже ответа не получил.

[Shtirliz]

а ты посылал? я, знаешь, посылал кое-куда заметки - даже ответа не получил.

Нет, я стихи не писал. Но твои стихи как раз по теме, думаю им понравитца.Попробоуй;)

[Акватрель]

You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to Mikhail-u again.
:34: ;)

[Mikhail-u]

Underinvestment

I’m still rubbing scratches
From the sandpaper of your lips
Bumpy skin, vulgar deportment
And Cold, Cold, Cold…
After you left, keeping $200,
I started to appreciate abstinence.
My critics say, though,
That $300 would guarantee
Genuine love

[Mikhail-u]

The historical spiral

”The Nazis invaded us, just because Stalin protected Jews. We should’ve given them up”
Some Soviet philistines, 1941

”The USA support Israel, and that is why we have been attacked by the ”militants”. We should shift our support towards the Arab side of the conflict”
Some mainstream media and ”intellectuals”.


Brown shirts keep the eggheads at bay;
Devoted fighters march in the streets:
”Kill the Jews for the sake of the Reich,”
Brutal police intervene with sticks …

”Don’t violate their right of speech,”-
The doves of the 20’s would always teach.
”Whenever Volksdeutch happen to settle,
Give them Danzig, Sudetland, the shtettle…
Churchill, reactionary, you shut up;
Hands off the pacifist-Nazi Pre-Nup!

Green fiber masks flood the dusty streets:
”Kill the Jews for the sake of Allah!”
No police messed with those freaks:
The ”rights activists” would never allow!
Oh, that’s so easy to damage the peace
If you appease, and appease and appease…

[Shtirliz]

хорошо написал.
Хотя я бы даже не обрашял на нацыстофф внимание

[Mikhail-u]

хорошо написал.
Хотя я бы даже не обрашял на нацыстофф внимание

Как это? Ты смеешься? Пусть себе побеждают?

[Shtirliz]

Как это? Ты смеешься? Пусть себе побеждают?
Миша, они подеждают толко совернования на сьедение хотдогофф и пива

[Mikhail-u]

Миша, они подеждают толко совернования на сьедение хотдогофф и пива

И ты, Брут! Да современный нацизм - это на 95% - исламисты. И как в 30-е, так и сегодняшние наци пользуются фактической поддержкой "голубей".

[Shtirliz]

И ты, Брут! Да современный нацизм - это на 95% - исламисты. И как в 30-е, так и сегодняшние наци пользуются фактической поддержкой "голубей".

Я бы не называл их нацыстами всёже. Нацызм ето политически взгяд- ето лечицца. А Исламизм ето религия- ето уви не лечитза. А "гоубей" они первих порешат- смотри в ираке сколко "добродеятелеи" в заложники берут и режут

[Mikhail-u]

Я бы не называл их нацыстами всёже. Нацызм ето политически взгяд- ето лечицца. А Исламизм ето религия- ето уви не лечитза. А "гоубей" они первих порешат- смотри в ираке сколко "добродеятелеи" в заложники берут и режут

Ну ты опять путаешь - религия - ислам. А исламизм: это нацизм, оперирующий понятиями ислама.
"Голубизм" - это тоже религия, поэтому он не излечивается (если говорить о нижнем и среднем звене - боссы идеалов не имеют).

[Shtirliz]

Ну ты опять путаешь - религия - ислам. А исламизм: это нацизм, оперирующий понятиями ислама.
"Голубизм" - это тоже религия, поэтому он не излечивается (если говорить о нижнем и среднем звене - боссы идеалов не имеют).
Ты же сам говорил што ислам ето религия зла. Нацизм етом национал сотциалитичическая политика. В Исламизме нет ничего натзионал соцтиалистического- ето не политика. Ето вероисповидание а уже потом смес с политикои

[Mikhail-u]

Ты же сам говорил што ислам ето религия зла. Нацизм етом национал сотциалитичическая политика. В Исламизме нет ничего натзионал соцтиалистического- ето не политика. Ето вероисповидание а уже потом смес с политикои

Я не говорил, что ислам - это религия зла. Более того, у меня есть знакомые мусульмане - вполне вменяеные. В коране сказано, что евреи, как и христиане, - люди книги, они должны быть под исламским протекторатом, т.е. хоть и люди второго сорта ("дхимми"), но не подлежат обязательному уничтожению, в отличии от язычников. Таким образом, ислам допускает миролюбивое толкование (хотя там есть и явно поджигательские места).

Исламизм (исламо-нацизм)- это политика: "Нация ислама" должна завоевать мир. Первая цель - Израиль. "Помогать мусульманам" - значит убивать.

[Shtirliz]

Я не говорил, что ислам - это религия зла. Более того, у меня есть знакомые мусульмане - вполне вменяеные. В коране сказано, что евреи, как и христиане, - люди книги, они должны быть под исламским протекторатом, т.е. хоть и люди второго сорта ("дхимми"), но не подлежат обязательному уничтожению, в отличии от язычников. Таким образом, ислам допускает миролюбивое толкование (хотя там есть и явно поджигательские места).

Исламизм (исламо-нацизм)- это политика: "Нация ислама" должна завоевать мир. Первая цель - Израиль. "Помогать мусульманам" - значит убивать.

у ислама нет натции. Ислам ето вероисповедание. Мусульмане не братья. Мусульманину из индонезии или узбекистана Израиль ваше пох.

[Mikhail-u]

у ислама нет натции. Ислам ето вероисповедание. Мусульмане не братья. Мусульманину из индонезии или узбекистана Израиль ваше пох.

Их тяжело сделать братьями по-доброму, но во зле они сплочены очень успешно. Именно анти-израелизм - единствнное, что их скрепляет. Да, в Узбекистане пока такого еще нет, но только потому, что контакты с исламистами там подавляются. А насчет Индонезии ты сильно отстал от жизни. Забыл про скандальные заявления их руководителей?

[kraehe]

opa!!!!!! nakonets nashel topik ,gde hayat ISLAM! mikhail vy stolko na sebya berete-ISLAM-natsyzm??????, vy uvereny, i voobshe , chto vy znaete pro ISLAM?

[Mikhail-u]

опа!!!!!! наконетс нашел топик ,где хаят ИСЛАМ! михаил вы столко на себя берете-ИСЛАМ-натсызм??????, вы уверены, и вообше , что вы знаете про ИСЛАМ?

Читайте внимательно. Исламизм (насил'ственное распространение ислама) -нацизм.

[Mikhail-u]

у ислама нет натции. Ислам ето вероисповедание. Мусульмане не братья. Мусульманину из индонезии или узбекистана Израиль ваше пох.

Ты не знаешь их учения - они называют себя нация ислама. А в Америке секта Фаррахана (там Кассиус Клей состоял) так называется. "Пох" пока не попал в обработку исламистом. Малайзийцев уже исламо-нацизмом накачали, а ведь они еврея живого в жизни не видывали.

[Mikhail-u]

Вот черт, чуть стишок не забыл новый поместить (точнее не новый, но нашел только).


My betrayed love

They ripped open her elegant garment
They tore out her caring heart
She didn’t moan, didn’t even lament
She remained patient as at the start

I betrayed her, my sweet, like a damn coward,
Didn’t fight enough and gave her up
I just left her to them and moved forward
Oh, my old and loyal friend Laurie-pickup

[sweet tooth]

Вот черт, чуть стишок не забыл новый поместить (точнее не новый, но нашел только).


My betrayed love

They ripped open her elegant garment
They tore out her caring heart
She didn’t moan, didn’t even lament
She remained patient as at the start

I betrayed her, my sweet, like a damn coward,
Didn’t fight enough and gave her up
I just left her to them and moved forward
Oh, my old and loyal friend Laurie-pickup

Bravo :good:

[Shtirliz]

Вот черт, чуть стишок не забыл новый поместить (точнее не новый, но нашел только).


Мы бетраыед лове

Тхеы риппед опен хер елегант гармент
Тхеы торе оут хер царинг хеарт
Ше дидн’т моан, дидн’т евен ламент
Ше ремаинед патиент ас ат тхе старт

И бетраыед хер, мы сщеет, лике а дамн цощард,
Дидн’т фигхт еноугх анд гаве хер уп
И юст лефт хер то тхем анд мовед форщард
Ох, мы олд анд лоял фриенд Лаурие-пицкуп

ето про машину? i hope ;)

[Mikhail-u]

ето про машину? и хопе ;)

А что, есть сомнения? Или так, по прокурорской привычке спрашиваешь?

[Shtirliz]

А что, есть сомнения? Или так, по прокурорской привычке спрашиваешь?
Ну я хотел уточнить. Не многие пишут стихи про машыны. Я например равнодушен к машинам, но почемуто люблю свою первую в Америке:D

[Mikhail-u]

Ну я хотел уточнить. Не многие пишут стихи про машыны. Я например равнодушен к машинам, но почемуто люблю свою первую в Америке:Д

Да у меня, собственно, не было особой любви, но отправив ее на свалку, почувствовал себя предателем (мог бы ведь попытаться отремонтировать...). А это чувство мне непривычно и неприятно. Что я, леволиберал какойньть (или келынь, выражаясь словами Наба )?

[Rakushka]

Да у меня, собственно, не было особой любви, но отправив ее на свалку, почувствовал себя предателем (мог бы ведь попытаться отремонтировать...). А это чувство мне непривычно и неприятно. Что я, леволиберал какойньть (или келынь, выражаясь словами Наба )?

Кто такой Наб?

[Robot]

Кто такой Наб?
Наб - ето мифический персонаж на етом форуме. Добрый ангел-хранитель форумчан. Имя придуманное как противоположное от "Бан", что означает отлучение от форума.

[Rakushka]

Наб - ето мифический персонаж на етом форуме. Добрый ангел-хранитель форумчан. Имя придуманное как противоположное от "Бан", что означает отлучение от форума.

Спасибо, а могу я свои стихи разместить здесь?

[Robot]

Спасибо, а могу я свои стихи разместить здесь?
Конечно! С удовольствием почитаю!

[Rodent]

Спасибо, а могу я свои стихи разместить здесь?
Нефиг! Здесь Мишины стихи на английском. Заведи свою тему и пиши там чего хошь.

[Rakushka]

Конечно! С удовольствием почитаю!



I follow my pain.
It calls me with promise again
To ease my strain
With strengths to gain.
Pain screams, fear hovers
My madness over.

I am not free to be bad,
I am not free for the end
To feed my emotions demand,
'Cause I'm better than that,
I'm better than those,
Those, who I pointed at

Sleepless nights are too long,
The pain is so strong,
I am tired, you know?!
D'you have empty home?
Are you as alone?
The friend was not a friend,
The true love was pretend.

Like me, you are not free to be bad,
You are not free for the end,
When emotions demand.
Like me, you're better than that,
You''re better than those,
You pointed at.

Это стихи, я написала к песне. Они длиннее, но я укоротила: аранжировка того требовала.

[Rakushka]

Нефиг! Здесь Мишины стихи на английском. Заведи свою тему и пиши там чего хошь.

А вот и нет, я всегда делаю то, чего хочу, так что придется тебе меня терпеть, или ...., ну, сама знаешь!

[Rodent]

А вот и нет, я всегда делаю то, чего хочу, так что придется тебе меня терпеть, или ...., ну, сама знаешь!
Глупая, я ж о тебе забочусь.
Хочешь выглядеть убого на Мишином фоне - no problem, печатай здесь.;)

[Rakushka]

Глупая, я ж о тебе забочусь.
Хочешь выглядеть убого на Мишином фоне - no problem, печатай здесь.;)

Это ты глупая!

Люди пишут стихи о том, что у них на душе, а не быть фоном кого-то.

[Rodent]

Это ты глупая!

Люди пишут стихи о том, что у них на душе, а не быть фоном кого-то.
Я ж сказала - no problem. Все понятно. Русский - не родной. No more questions. :grum:

[Rakushka]

Я ж сказала - no problem. Все понятно. Русский - не родной. No more questions. :grum:

Да, влияние знания многих языков, смешиваю грамматику и получается шоколадно-банановый шейк с "незабываемым вкусом".

[Rakushka]

Я ж сказала - no problem. Все понятно. Русский - не родной. No more questions. :grum:

Скажи, ты получаешь удовольствия от того, что тебя кто-то любит? Мало этого удовольствия?

Извини! Может и не важно знать, откуда столько в тебе злости и стервозности.

Всем спокойного утра!

[Rodent]

Скажи, ты получаешь удовольствия от того, что тебя кто-то любит? Мало этого удовольствия?

Извини! Может и не важно знать, откуда столько в тебе злости и стервозности.

Всем спокойного утра!
Я рыдаю
:grum: :grum: :grum:

[Shtirliz]

ракушка, до того как ты тут появилась, у нас образовалсась своего рода уважение к другу. :34:

[Rakushka]

ракушка, до того как ты тут появилась, у нас образовалсась своего рода уважение к другу. :34:

Теперь скажи так, чтобы я поняла, если тебе не трудно.

[Shtirliz]

Теперь скажи так, чтобы я поняла, если тебе не трудно.
Мы уважаем темы афторофф. может ты просто боишся что в собстевеную тему никто заходить не будет?

[Rakushka]

Мы уважаем темы афторофф. может ты просто боишся что в собстевеную тему никто заходить не будет?

А, ты про это. Нет, я ничего не боюсь. Я не должна была и эти стихи размещать, я прочла Мишины The betrayed love и мне жутко захотелось чем-нибудь поделиться. Я скоро скину линк, где можно будет почитать и послушать музыку.

[Shtirliz]

А, ты про это. Нет, я ничего не боюсь. Я не должна была и эти стихи размещать, я прочла Мишины Тхе бетраыед лове и мне жутко захотелось чем-нибудь поделиться. Я скоро скину линк, где можно будет почитать и послушать музыку.
Никому они не будут интересны. Ну ладно, многим не будут интересни.;)

[Rakushka]

Миша! Напиши для меня стихи, я музыку сочиню, ты будешь автором своего стиха.

[Rakushka]

Никому они не будут интересны. Ну ладно, многим не будут интересни.;)

Это не важно!

[Mikhail-u]

Миша! Напиши для меня стихи, я музыку сочиню, ты будешь автором своего стиха.

Чтобы писать женщине стихи, надо быть сексуaльно заведенным на нее. По-крайней мере мой организм иначе не работает. ;)

[Rakushka]

Чтобы писать женщине стихи, надо быть сексуaльно заведенным на нее. По-крайней мере мой организм иначе не работает. ;)

Ну, да! У каждого свой источник вдохновения. Я подожду. Как только у тебя появится женщина и ты будешь на нее заведен, сразу начинай писать мне стихи.

[Mikhail-u]

Ну, да! У каждого свой источник вдохновения. Я подожду. Как только у тебя появится женщина и ты будешь на нее заведен, сразу начинай писать мне стихи.

Ей стихи. А откуда ты знаешь, что я не пишу?

[Rakushka]

Ей стихи. А откуда ты знаешь, что я не пишу?

Что?

[Mikhail-u]

Что?

Стихи женщине

[Rakushka]

Стихи женщине? Ты не пишешь стихи женщине?

[Mikhail-u]

Ты не пишешь стихи женщине?
В посте 55 ты почему-то сдеала такое предположение. Но я не собираюсь рассказывать про свою личную жизнь. Суть должна быть понятна тебе: хорошие тексты ты сможешь получить только от близкого человека.

[Rakushka]

В посте 55 ты почему-то сдеала такое предположение. Но я не собираюсь рассказывать про свою личную жизнь. Суть должна быть понятна тебе: хорошие тексты ты сможешь получить только от близкого человека.

Я и говорю, ты пиши своему близкому человеку стих, а потом отдай мне.

[Mikhail-u]

Я и говорю, ты пиши своему близкому человеку стих, а потом отдай мне.

Написанное для человека принадлежит человеку.

[Rakushka]

Написанное для человека принадлежит человеку.

Так, пусть принадлежит, а я на себя примерю.

[Mikhail-u]

Так, пусть принадлежит, а я на себя примерю.

Вот-вот, это все равно, что я тебе принесу ее лифчик померить :кисс:

[Rakushka]

Вот-вот, это все равно, что я тебе принесу ее лифчик померить :кисс:

Чувства, эмоции, мгновения, проведенные с ней - об этом ты пишешь, если это про любовь, это чувство мне не чуждо, также как и тебе. Плохому танцору и одно место будет мешать, плохая актриса скажет, что ей надо стать проституткой на время и пережить все по-настоящему, чтобы лучше играть свою роль.

[Shtirliz]

миша, какие нах обсуждения????? Давай стихи свои сюда почитать, а не прозу-чят. :D :D :D

[Rakushka]

миша, какие нах обсуждения????? Давай стихи свои сюда почитать, а не прозу-чят. :D :D :D

Как раз организационный момент появления следующего стиха наступил, так что жди и не сори тут. Здесь лирика, поэзия, а ты со своими "НАХами". Я его вдохновляю, не видишь?

[Mikhail-u]

Как раз организационный момент появления следующего стиха наступил, так что жди и не сори тут. Здесь лирика, поэзия, а ты со своими "НАХами". Я его вдохновляю, не видишь?

Меня вдохновляет только задушевный секс.:grum:

[Rakushka]

Меня вдохновляет только задушевный секс.:grum:

Как мелко вы берете "Михалковский"!

[Rakushka]

Михалковский, извини, я не должна была сюда свои стихи размещать, это не корректно по отношению к тебе. Как мне их можно удалить?

[Rakushka]

Folks, кто-нибудь, научите меня пользоваться "комментариями", пожалуйста.

[Mikhail-u]

Фолкс, кто-нибудь, научите меня пользоваться "комментариями", пожалуйста.

Ты имеешь в виду к плюсикам? Кликаешь на значок "аналитические весы" внизу под данными человека, пост которого тебе нравится (в левой части этого поста). И печатаешь в окошке, что надо (или можешь скопировать). А чтобы стереть что-нибудь, попроси модератора раздела.

[Mikhail-u]

Как мелко вы берете "Михалковский"!

Я никого еще не взял, не надо.

[Rakushka]

Ты имеешь в виду к плюсикам? Кликаешь на значок "аналитические весы" внизу под данными человека, пост которого тебе нравится (в левой части этого поста). И печатаешь в окошке, что надо (или можешь скопировать). А чтобы стереть что-нибудь, попроси модератора раздела.


Да, вот что значит никогда форумами не пользовалась, а кто такой.........., хватит, слишком много вопросов задаю и ты от меня устал уже.

Спасибо!

[Rakushka]

Я никого еще не взял, не надо.


А как ты все это написал, никого не взяв, так, сам ведь сказал, что ничего не вдохновляет так хорошо, как буйный, или не буйный,........?

[Shtirliz]

Михалковский, извини, я не должна была сюда свои стихи размещать, это не корректно по отношению к тебе. Как мне их можно удалить?
А какже насчёт " я всегда делю что хочу". Чиво назадь сдаёш?;)

[Rakushka]

А какже насчёт " я всегда делю что хочу". Чиво назадь сдаёш?;)


Ну так вот, чего хочу, то и делаю. Понятно же все. Хочу назад, хочу вперед.

[Mikhail-u]

I altered my name

Why do Americans always misspell
My name like Miguel, Mikael, Mikel?
I can’t calmly sleep, I nervously blip…
So, I went to a psychic. A hazardous trip

“There’s no reason to say ‘Oy vey’;
That’s just a normal American way…
Advice: you should marry the first female
Who’d pronounce your name well.”

[Mikhail-u]

А вот слегка переработанный:

I altered my name

Why do Americans always misspell
My name like Miguel, Mikael, Mikel?
I desperately quip, I barely sleep…
So, I went to a psychic. A perilous trip

“There’s no reason to say ‘Oy vey’;
That’s just a normal American way…
Advice: you should marry the first female
Who’d pronounce your name well.”

[Shtirliz]

Ниплохо...твоё имя в натуре мисспелают?:D

[Mikhail-u]

Ниплохо...твоё имя в натуре мисспелают?:Д

Вообще-то его чаще коверкают в произношении. Послeдняя капля была, когда меня выкликали на интервью.

[Shtirliz]

Вообще-то его чаще коверкают в произношении. Послeдняя капля была, когда меня выкликали на интервью.
You should go by "Misha". Its' impossible to mess up and very hip:D

[Rodent]

You should go by "Misha". Its' impossible to mess up and very hip:D
Подозреваю, что найдется какой-нить умник, который воспроизведет это, как Майша.:D

[Mikhail-u]

You should go by "Misha". Its' impossible to mess up and very hip:D

Nothing is impossible for bureaucracy.

[Shtirliz]

Нотхинг ис импоссибле фор буреауцрацы.
А вы этого умника в суд поташите... за клевету ;)

[Mikhail-u]

Downplaying the Arab Missiles

A crude missile
Is a good missile
Messenger of good will
”Palestinian” peace loving drill.

It’s like candies for kids of Sderot
Jewish aggressors don’t get it, oh God!
When the ‘Guardian’ says ”crude”,
That means: ”Shells are benign, dude!”

Let’s oppose the ”excessive force”,
Arm the police with stones and so forth
Let’s hex WW2 pilots as ”rude”:
Hitler’s ”FAU” allies bombed were crude.

Neville – Nazi appeaser sleeps in a grave;
”Guardianists” go on now with pro-Nazi rave…

[josh's mom]

To Josh and Jon

The light of my life
So bright
You shine for me in darkness
In rain
In pain
In anything
To see your smiles is to see divinity
The angels of God are visiting me

Endless joy you broght into my existence
Your sweet kisses
And hugs
Remind me of
God and love
Unconditioinal
Selfless and strong

You make me feel alive
And when I watch you sleeping
At night
I want to cry
Because I love you
My pride and joy
My little boys

[Mikhail-u]

Little edition:

Downplaying the Arab Missiles

A crude missile
Is a good missile
Messenger of good will
”Palestinian” peace loving drill.

It’s like candies for kids of Sderot
Jewish aggressors don’t get it, oh God!
When the ‘Guardian’ says ”crude”,
That means: ”Shells are benign, dude!”

Let’s oppose the ”excessive force”,
Arm the police with stones and so forth
Let’s hex WW2 pilots as damn ”rude”:
Allies bombed the ”FAUs” that were crude.

Neville – Nazi appeaser sleeps in a grave;
”Guardianists” go on now with pro-Nazi rave…

[John Adams]

Буду благодарен за замечания. Собственно, я ничинал это в качестве лингвистических упраженеий...
A stranger’s note

You’re paralyzed by “libbers”,
The blue North-East and West;
You canonize the glibbest
Or vote for them, at best.
...

I am not a moralist-chiropractor,
Neither am I a thoughtless appeaser;
Buddies, let’s localize the factors
Those are turning us to communism.


This cool night, warmed by
the perfect tomatoes with tiny nipples,
I missed you…
Ну, Миша, ты - красавец! Я честно.
Но, блин, твоё маниакальное пристрастие к анти-либерализму, блин...

[Mikhail-u]

Asymmetry

I’m young Ahmed,
I hate my shoes;
We live like that,
Because of Jews

And that’s not news
Just ask France Press
We need Al-Quds
And we will stress.

The youngsters’ club
Is full of kids;
They dance and laugh
Not for long, pigs

Oh, girlish busts…
No, no, I’m strong,
They’re pigs, they’re dust
They’re bad and wrong

Down Earthly life
We favor death,
Instead of kife
And Western mess

Just two more steps –
All like my dream:
”Kufirs” lose limbs,
I rise to Him!

Missis. PM B.
To Missis. S.:
How can it be?
As ”Guardian” says:

”Without being forced,
Who blows up kids?”
So we must blame
Israel course.

Ron Perelman:
I grew in love
We play, have fun
And likewise stuff.

I favor life
And have great plans;
My country thrives
And we like dance

My dear buddy,
Slain in that club…
Torn, bloody bodies:
Jews and Arabs

Well, Europeans
Praise sacrifice
For those peanuts
I’ll pay my price…

Great deal of ammo
Fastened to my chest:
There is no civilians -
Nasralla’s nest.

Missis. PM B.
To Missis. S.:
”Those Jews did bombing
They’re wrong, I guess”.

[sharik]

Asymmetry

I’m young Ahmed,
I hate my shoes;
We live like that,
Because of Jews

And that’s not news
Just ask France Press
We need Al-Quds
And we will stress.

The youngsters’ club
Is full of kids;
They dance and laugh
Not for long, pigs

Oh, girlish busts…
No, no, I’m strong,
They’re pigs, they’re dust
They’re bad and wrong

Down Earthly life
We favor death,
Instead of kife
And Western mess

Just two more steps –
All like my dream:
”Kufirs” lose limbs,
I rise to Him!

Missis. PM B.
To Missis. S.:
How can it be?
As ”Guardian” says:

”Without being forced,
Who blows up kids?”
So we must blame
Israel course.

Ron Perelman:
I grew in love
We play, have fun
And likewise stuff.

I favor life
And have great plans;
My country thrives
And we like dance

My dear buddy,
Slain in that club…
Torn, bloody bodies:
Jews and Arabs

Well, Europeans
Praise sacrifice
For those peanuts
I’ll pay my price…

Great deal of ammo
Fastened to my chest:
There is no civilians -
Nasralla’s nest.

Missis. PM B.
To Missis. S.:
”Those Jews did bombing
They’re wrong, I guess”.

Just came accross this topic
I like
Nice
:34:

[Mikhail-u]

IRISH GIRL

So rousing is her body,
Milk and liquor
Crazed, I’m exploring
The hills and valleys;
The heaving marble
Covered with lightest
Golden freckles.
Oh, I feel so alone,
If devoid of her passion,
Her forgiveness, her
Habitually shifting mood.
Drunk, we would
Harshly fight over
The Palestine problem,
Because her parents taught:
Israelis are wrong, because…
Because, well …, just shut up…
Our argument smoothly
Turns into the hot routine.
I miss that routine so much now…

Let me be honest:
I’ve never really been with a Gaelic girl.

[Акватрель]

IRISH GIRL

So rousing is her body,
Milk and liquor
Crazed, I’m exploring
The hills and valleys;
The heaving marble
Covered with lightest
Golden freckles.
Oh, I feel so alone,
If devoid of her passion,
Her forgiveness, her
Habitually shifting mood.
Drunk, we would
Harshly fight over
The Palestine problem,
Because her parents taught:
Israelis are wrong, because…
Because, well …, just shut up…
Our argument smoothly
Turns into the hot routine.
I miss that routine so much now…

Let me be honest:
I’ve never really been with a Gaelic girl.
nice fantasy:34:

[Mikhail-u]

The dream

Little ambitious William
Nurtured his daring dream,
Beaming, at times scheming,
Struggling his way upstream

Where is this bastard from?
Did they inhale dope in Hope?
In what village was his prom?
He wouldn’t clarify, nope…

He always strived to belong;
He worked hard for the goal,
Perfecting his tools all along,
Without any right for a fall

Georgetown, Oxford and Yale,
Oh, that talented lucky Blyth:
He followed the planned trail;
His rise didn’t come as a surprise

The wittiness, brilliance, charm,
The traits of a self-made man,
He’s handsome, nice and shining
And he never divorces the plan

Hurray, he caught Nike/Victoria;
It came true what he envisaged:
He owns the room dubbed Oval,
Reinventing that Office as Oral!

[Shtirliz]

Айриш гирл, неплохо... :good:

[Mikhail-u]

Прошёлся по бостонской Авеню Искусств.
Хайку:

‘Avenue of the Arts’
magnificent lady’s beam
reeking cigarette

[Mikhail-u]

Haibun:

I planted her in the middle of my little orchard. I know, I know, an apricot tree, raised directly from a seed, is not destined for a long prolific life, especially in the continental Eurasian weather. But still, her mother was so heartbrokenly sweet and charming … I decided to give her daughter a chance…
She grew rapidly: as is always the case with the uncultvated fruit trees. Like an accelerated teenage girl, she developed long disproportional limbs. Well, I do know how to prune, and I have done it extensively; however, in 4-5 years my girl overgrew any other older tree in my orchard … After 8 years, she still didn’t come to fruition.
They say plants also have senses and even kind of intelligence. For example, you come to a barren tree with ax and seesaw in the early spring and loudly announce you are going to cut down the overgrown sapling. They suggest you create the metallic gnashing during this threat. The very same year you are supposed to have crops … Believe me, I wouldn’t hesitate to scoff at tree huggers, but you lose nothing if try this shamanism secretly. I performed all that witchcraft routine – and the fruit was amazing: 100% resembling the maternal product. But then…
The young branches and trunk didn’t fully recover from the first maternity cycle burden – after all, the pregnancy was forced. The severe winter and come-back March cold hurt the weakened young mom. As a result, cracks and wounds covered with reddish gum appeared at the forking. She never restored her health and died in couple of years… Never force pregnancy…


sweet amber globules
at the teenager’s flexions
a mortal omen

[Буржуй]

You are talented, very very nice. I do not understand, why most of it on the same subject: Jews-Arabs?

[Mikhail-u]

You are talented, very very nice. I do not understand, why most of it on the same subject: Jews-Arabs?

Because in this conflict, people, "the world opinion" show their stupidity that leads to cataclysmic consequences ...

[sharik]

Мишенько, солнце, вернулся!

Я по тебе скучала, чес слово :kiss: :kiss: :kiss:

[Mikhail-u]

Мишенько, солнце, вернулся!

Я по тебе скучала, чес слово :кисс: :кисс: :кисс:
Понятно почему, все, включая человеконенавистников, голосуют за Хилю - тебе и поспорить не с кем :kiss:

[sharik]

может я просто скучала, а?

не понять тебе женскую душу....

[Mikhail-u]

Bad bugs


Arrogant emerald eyes …
The golden astonishing balan
She flied in the crowded class
Long-legged Arab Venezuelan

She did radiate magnetism,
Causing numerous small blips,
This marked the class schism:
I blissfully followed her hips

I saw her as a heavenly grant
But others viewed only pride;
To me, she was a bracing pant
I put all circumspection aside

Pretty slowly I won her warmth,
Shopping for lingerie offerings,
I was fixing her closet and bath,
Also helping in the accoutering …

I embraced her loud songs,
So adverse to my Russian ears,
Her wrong turned into my wrong
And her tears prompt my tears

My big heart torn apart when
I saw bedding - right on the floor:
Oh my beautiful graceful hen,
Wind blows from under the door

I will bring you a superb divan:
Other girl leaves it early tomorrow;
I jump into my just bought sedan,
Lacking license, but inspired, though

How do they clean that windshield?
That’s my first solo trip, ever taken,
Mist and rain, murky vision, I yield,
Lightless car, front collision, mayhem…

Total loss, but couch brought next day
My queen could rise from cold bottom;
No thanks, she’s angry and ready to slay,
Pointing finger to hives, they’re awful…

Well, I didn’t even manage to kiss,
That cornflower on her fair thigh
(Interlaced azure veins), hips I miss…
I, accused of spreading bed bugs…

She moved soon to Newbury Street…

[jackpon6]

Mne ochini ponravilisi stihi tvoi, ia sam pishu stihi i mogu skazati shto ti horosho napisal. ;)