The Unloved Poet.

The raised violin bow lowered and caressed the strings,
Fingers moved and sounds waved through the blessed air,
Closed eyes saw colors filling in the image of a dream unseen,
When eyes opened I saw the talent and beauty of Anastasiya.
Her image brought to mind many thoughts new, old and I wrote,

When in my younger days through cityscapes I roamed,
Someone familiar of my actions and thoughts asked,
“What is it a poetic mind search,
In these busy chaos of a city?”
With a naughty smile, I replied,
“Elegance that sprouts a spring of verses.”.
In the many decades that followed, I found,
One or two to sprout out a spring of verses,
And on this day I add another,
The elegance of beauty and music of a genius.

Mind like a battered ship in sea rocked up and down,
Music gave me more thoughts and colored many dreams,
The musician though with prettiness filled faded from mind,
As shining bright to mind came my Little Boss twitching love.

A thought stormed into my mind about the pretty violinist,
Why such beauty and talent who sprouted a spring of verses fade,
And no love for her in the depths of soul felt nor heart twitched,
The poet loves the music, respects beauty but not the musician.

Another thought broke out of storm and like a lightning landed,
Why read poems about the one I love I wrote and don’t love,
The poet who wrote draining his life through his loving heart,
Maybe she loves the poetry in joy and doesn’t love the poet.

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Footprints With Poetry.

Following a great thought by Rumi the great poetic soul,
Welcomed all emotions with a smile and each celebrated,
My peace of mind, an understanding, a gratitude prayer,
Oh’, I am no saint, yet, humble enough to boast, a lover.

The lover his lessons all through his loving life, learned,
Life lived in love or aching when love so harshly ungiven,
The word dreams he said meant strings of life paths,
With those strings he weaved, a wonderful montage of her.

Her, the lady where all his definition of love converged,
Heart at times only beat for her and every emotion of his waits,
The loving feeling of her every moment he renews,
The twitch, the flutter, in her heart, makes him a better poet.

Poet wrote many poems and his heart for her so well known,
The footprints with his poetry he left, not even time can erase,
Every day in every way one footprint at a time for her he left,
The path to his heart where love for her sprouts his poetry.

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The Forgiveness.

God owes me nothing for I owe to God all my sincerity,
The roads of perfection I once tried to walk and found,
Those roads perished as humanity left them all disused,
Through the wrongs of life I went, still, God gave me love.

Those disused paths in my mind I always kept,
Every wrong I have done perished without a trace,
The laughs of the devil in a chaotic world went unheard,
The warning sirens went off full-blown and I cared not.

When about to take the tasks of life’s mission I raised,
Both my hands and I prayed to God for blessings and luck,
Then the roads ahead of me perished and a thought came,
Oh’, God had forsaken me in the wilderness of life in critical time.

Every step to every side, all looked same with darkness filled,
All knowledge learned through I searched to find a new way,
Nothing brightened and alone, helpless, unmoving I stood,
One knowledge I gained told, Never to lose hope in God.

Then I thought, why would God help me for I abandoned,
My promises and away from his ways deviated,
That thought was defeated by a light-filled thought,
Upon a stead came and said, “He is mighty and Just.”.

I sat down with my head bowed in remorse and regret,
Nothing I heard, nothing I saw, no leaves moved,
I can’t feel my own breath nor the beat of my heart,
Then a great thought came from my soul that said,

“Forgiven is the one who bows in true remorse,
Forgiveness you feel when love God gave you on Earth,
Didn’t you feel the beat of her heart at least once,
Know well, you are forgiven and she is your only path.”.

I sat there for a long time as life all around me filled,
I learned the lesson that all around me are a reason,
I learned forgiveness I can only earn by forgiving,
I walked and every step left light for future to follow.

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A Graveyard Of Expectations.

Standing in front of school, in a car I saw,
The pretty smile that twitched heart and told,
How wonderful it is to feel the one part of love,
Other part, Ah’, a definition of great expectation.

In days followed, exchanged, smiles and eye contact,
What dreams she weaved I thought during day and night,
As schools closed and summer scorched skin and hair,
Thought about her cooled me from inside and whole.

Summer passed, cool rainy days came and waited I,
No car, no girl, Ah’, she is gone without a trace,
School days Oh’, days of twitches we define as love,
Buried my thoughts about her dreams in a corner of my heart.

Many summers passed and colorful expectations they gave,
Most smiled, many tried hard to make me weep,
Some indeed only gave relief to a lusty human in me,
One by one I buried them in many parts of my heart.

Then love indeed defined in me as a whole spring song,
And the aches and burns of love brought me to knees,
All the tears for many years in my eyes with strength I held,
Oh’, they fueled another great expectation of mine.

From far and up close her purity in mighty love I felt,
Every part of life woke, lived, and slept with her thoughts,
Alas, and that day came when love’s cruelty brutally tried,
To disappoint and dig another grave for my new expectation.

In my inward eyes, I saw, myself wandering like a wingless bird,
Through that graveyard where flowers from many springs bloomed,
An open grave and tombstone with a verse I wrote for her stood,
Slowly I opened my eyes and to the darkening sky I looked,

Oh’, those stars much older than I am still stood bright and clear,
So I closed my eyes and that graveyard in my heart I redefined,
As a garden of love where every part of my love grew and bloomed,
To fuel a never-ending love meant for her my darling, my Little Boss.

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Loving A Mindless Poet.

Pleasure this mindless poet sought,
Dreams extended into half-grown reality,
Chasing after the unreal with athletic vigor,
No past haunting, uncaring present, unknown future.

Passion filled through the world wandered,
A world where the wicked looked nice and wise,
Lost the ways and many bridges behind burned,
That unknown future broke me faster than expected.

Empty hands, empty mind, eyes full of tears,
Doubt-filled looks even from those trusted me most,
Drowning respect and a compassion-less world,
The fall of mine celebrated and the crowd left in laughs.

Then her eyes I saw and all my emptiness erased,
The pleasures I sought all looked colorless and odd,
As my passions, to romance with compassion she tuned,
And through love-filled smiles made herself my only pleasure.

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About The Poem – A Romantic Meditation With Little Boss.

Waking from the night so loudly shown,
The fears that I lost in yesteryears of mine,
The drama I left and in meditations sat,
As windless cold upon my skin settled.

My breathing slowed as the air hurried in,
In the depth of my chest, they stayed,
And exhaled slowly through my mouth,
Subconscious I felt when seventh I counted.

All touches to outward life in me ceased,
And all thoughts and images from inside erased,
The inward eyes felt the meditating soul,
Where emptiness and silence for meanings fought.

Then the meditating mind slowly felt a dawn,
Darkness erased and light rays like arrows came,
The source of light came with no fiery crown,
A simple chariot of light by horses of fairness dragged.

From which she came to me and smileless she asked,
“Why blind thyself in verses so fantastically pure?.
Love-filled thou live in imaginations so vivid,
What inspires thou to such magnificence in a wild world?”.

The inward eyes of mine in a feeling of romance sparkled,
Such was the grace of the angelic figure that spoke,
Her face though to my eyes in the aura of her unseen,
Deeper and deeper my soul stretched to contain her glow.

Then to her, I said, “An autumn once colored my dreams,
And through those dreams, I silently weaved a shawl,
The threads were two-ply one of mine and another of an unknown,
Such were the perfections in the weaving as all it spread was love.”.

I looked in my experience with life to find a metaphor to describe,
Found none as no love in such purity existed ever I have known,
I said, “Once that loom became empty and the shawl brightened,
I took it to a girl I dreamt about from childhood and gifted.”.

“I looked hard to see that face with love filled but blinded stood,
In the wilderness of the world were my life unsorted fell apart,
In that pain about gladness with her, I wrote, in my gladness I felt,
About any pain I can erase from her life in verses I wrote.”.

“Such verses reached you, Oh’, the one from a world to me unknown,
And here you are blessing my meditation with thy aura and speech.”.
The figure to the chariot turned and the horses as if ready shook,
Then to be she turned and said “Love of mine isn’t it what you wished?”.

Then I saw that face which ended my romantic meditation,
The face of Little Boss in all glory that brightened my love.

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The Models For Today’s Poem Is Me, Myself And Little Boss.

About A Dawn With Little Boss.

Wrote and wrote what felt like mindless thoughts,
Into verse and mind became clear and loud,
As all that I felt were romantically understood,
By a lady of class and culture who felt her soul.

And through my mind to her in energies, I spoke,
“Life ahead is an ocean of light so bright and clear,
Never at it directly look in search for meanings unclear,
For, you may become blind about all that is to come.”.

“Soul of ours once born as one and spent apart growing,
Ah’, now united as one bound by the golden charms of love,
The soul doesn’t die and love-felt-soul will keep feeling,
Love of yours even beyond end of times, Little Boss.”.

In someone else’s winter, my flow of life froze,
For someone else’s happiness, I shed my last smile,
The inspiring speeches to my own heart I never spoke,
The dream about to birth new, in brutality, aborted.

Still a lot of love unconditionally decorated my soul,
Love is like Sunrise and Sunset they all look the same,
Every day, but they all differ in many ways one easily notice,
And about a dawn sometimes I think with Little Boss beside.

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The Insanity.

The snow fell in the town and through I drove,
The fire inside the engine kept the body warm,
The passers-by slow and steady and all smiled,
Oh’, what wonderful gladness in the air spread.

I looked up and all around and I felt the same,
Like all who went by, glad for reasons unknown,
Though in my mind always a sweet smile I kept,
That gave reasons to be glad even in darker times.

That smile also fills all my dreams and to me speak,
Newness of love she felt even in her darker days,
Somewhere in her depths all through her life she felt,
Unknown lover who found new ways to love her more.

Still a deeply rooted chill like the winter, in my heart I felt,
The winter that may forever stay snowing with no sight,
Of any color-filled spring in my remaining living days,
Unless smile in my dream I see become the only reality.

Such thoughts carried me to my home in emptiness waited,
No thoughts, no dreams, still the darkness in mind I erased,
With a new image in my heart from memories, I drew,
An image in perfection loved me more and more every second.

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How many times did I tell you a tale of our happy times?
Then quietly I watched you in gestures and expressions,
Showing the happiness deep in your soul and heart, felt,
How many more times I be happy to watch your happiness.

Then the mirage vapored into thin air and alone I sat,
The air tried hard to fill my mind in disappointment felt,,
Solo life has its merits of talking out loud the pains,
And through my monologue, heard a theme of untold love.

Days I passed with many, many mirages and untold stories,
They came like witches from another world and whispered,
Ah’, all filled with my love for one soul here on Earth,
Love for her grew as every sunset and sunrise into history gone.

One day I sat in the mockery of my own lost love and monologue,
And then I stopped and gathered one by one the stories I told,
I paced to and fro and again I thought about all that came to my mind,
Then I stopped my monologue and storytelling at that time and space,

For all that I said is from a time way ahead of this point of time,
Each day we defined our love in new ways and love each other more,
In new ways we each other found to make each other smile,
The air cleared, the sun shined bright, love from her filled my soul.

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The Dance Of Tear Drops.

Wandering questions once in a while in my mind found,
An oasis in which they rest and recuperate new meanings,
Of romance and find a new path unknown to my soul,
Those paths I venture not as none shown a way to your soul.

The distractors, Ah’, they come costumed in colors sparkling,
Half naked, Oh’, they auction their God-given grace,
Then there are those who protest without any grace,
Searching for their souls back in the past of life they sold to devil.

The scavengers, Ah’, they come well-trimmed, well-built in style,
None knows much about these descendants of the fallen Angels,
They aim not in the pleasures of life, they destroy the glow of souls,
And those souls join those who protest without any grace.

The true lover smiled and wakes up his undeterred soul,
He writes his soul in verses that imaged love in his lady’s image,
The crowds of descendants of fallen Angels and protesters grew,
And lost in there somewhere the image of his love.

His voice he himself heard not as in the wild celebrations,
Lost his wonderful verses and alone into polar-vortex he walked,
The rights and wrong doesn’t matter anymore to his soul,
As all he felt was the dance of teardrops in his eyes.

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