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Re: Dajem ti verse: tema o poeziji.

Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 11 sij 2017 14:47

plavigumbic je napisao/la: Autorska.
Oprosti, tek sada vidim ovo... Hvala ti što si podijelila s nama svoje lijepe stihomekanosti :giveflower:
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Post Postao/la slapa » 22 sij 2017 21:10

upisala sam pred 10ak dana i neki tečaj poezije. pa sad pišem pjesmice za domaću zadaću. :D
ovo je jedan od produkata, danas mi je bio rok, zadatak je bio metafora.

That is how you roll

Sometimes on the top of your neck
where you normally carry your head
I see a dice.
It's body is white
it's dots are black
it looks rather nice.

You don't always show the same face
some days you are a six
sometimes you are an ace.

When I shake you up and let you roll
you spin until you
spin my soul.

If you serve me with an ace
my heart slows it's pace.
When you hit me with a two
I feel rather blue.
On the days you roll a three
I get this urge to climb a tree.
Then you slowly throw a four
and I drop right back to the floor.
If you spin till I see a five
I suddenly feel quite alive.
But nothing beats that six point stare
that lights my night with the brightest flare.

For that is simply how you roll,
you spin until you spin my soul.
mi imamo sve što nam treba,
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...

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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 22 sij 2017 21:32

slika

:D

Imala sam tu čast pročitati još draft, svidjelo mi se tad i sviđa mi se sad, here's to you kid :cestitam:
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Post Postao/la slapa » 22 sij 2017 21:38

hvala hvala! :D
zaboravila sam napisati Autorska. to ću na idućoj.
mi imamo sve što nam treba,
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...

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Post Postao/la slapa » 10 vel 2017 10:09

danas sam u nekom ekstra poetičnom mudu... :ubergeek:

Ikona (Antić)

Zaboravi da negde na svetu postoje
nekakvi tvoji muževi,
i moje žene,
i postelje u kojima su snovi zanat.

Neka drumovi budu
za mene i tebe pruženi
ove slučajne večeri
daleko
u nepovrat.

Možda smo zato i rođeni
da jednom tuda odemo.
Da ti milujem kosu
kao da sam ti prvi.

A posle
da jedno drugome
malo lepog dodamo
uz dve-tri mrve ljubavi
i jednu krpicu krvi.

Nikada neću zbog tebe
ići da ločem rum,
ni da sročim za večnost
najbolju pesmu kraj čaše.

Malo mi se osmehni
kad se vratiš niz drum.
I nemoj da mi mašeš.

Ni ja neću da mašem.
mi imamo sve što nam treba,
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...

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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 11 vel 2017 14:49

U mojoj glavi stanuješ
Stevan Raičković

U mojoj glavi stanuješ: tu ti je
Soba i mali balkon s kog puca
Vidik na moje misli najtananije.

Ponekad slušaš kako mi zakuca
Srce ko živi leptir iz kutije.

Ja ti odškrinem vrata: niz basamake
Silaziš u vrt za kog niko ne zna.

Na povetarcu lebdiš poput slamke.

(Dok za to vreme, možda: neoprezna
Stojiš na nekom rubu, ispred zamke…)

Nekad (u mojoj glavi dok baš skačeš
U morsku penu, ispod sunca, gola)

spazim te kako po kiši preskačeš
Barice i sva u blatu do pola
Žuriš na posao s licem ko da plačeš.

Prolazi dan za danom i sva svota
Vremena tvog se po dva puta zbira:
Pa pola oko moga klupka mota.

Vidim sa tvoga lica punog mira
Da ne znaš kako živiš dva života.

U mojoj glavi stanuješ i dubiš
Crne i bele hodnike za moje
Misli: kako mi bežiš il’ me ljubiš?

Van tebe druge misli ne postoje.
Samo dok spavam ti se nekud gubiš…
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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slika

Vladimir Majakovskij.
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slika
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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 02 ožu 2017 18:15

THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK
by Thomas S. Eliot (1888-1965)

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair --
(They will say: 'How his hair is growing thin!")
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin --
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!")
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.



And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a
atter,
I am no prophet -- and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all" --
If one, settling a pillow by her head
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all."

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along
the floor --
And this, and so much more?--
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all."

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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Post Postao/la AlternateTunings » 04 ožu 2017 15:40

Misty cold air, sitting in the open field, darkness surrounding. Terrified, his decisions pressing down on his chest. Will he commit? Or will he falter? His future at stake, indecisiveness lingering like a night not ready to let the sun in. Moon set up high, casting its spell on a lost soul. He gets up but soon falls back in. His mind is set, but the heart doesn't let go. In the distance, something moves. A firefly appears within the darkness, shedding some light . An opportunity arises. He clenches his fist, takes a deep breath, and opens his eyes, ready to embrace the void. Someone calls out. He turns around. The moon shining upon the stranger's face. It's her. He murmurs: I'm sorry. Right foot in. He's gone. She falls on her knees, her pale cheeks now dark with trails of mascara carried away by her tears. She grips the damp soil. Her dress, a faded red, now just a shade of brown. In the distance an orchestra playing. His body now united with the earth. His watch, all that's left. Tears and cries will go on for a while, but soon he will be forgotten. She stands on the peer, the wind making waves on her red dress. The tide is high today. She holds it, watching seconds ticking away. She sets forward, takes a last look, remembering the times spent together. The watch sinks down, carried into the unknown. She winces at the pain in her heart. Only a black and white photograph standing on her dresser now. After some time, a few months maybe, it will find a place in a box. After a few years, a decade perhaps, it will fade away. With it, the memory of him will fade away too. Forever.

- autorska

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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 06 ožu 2017 11:18

Thank you, Alternate Tunings, nice to have your first post in here. Enjoy CroL(in' with the homies) ;)
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Post Postao/la AlternateTunings » 19 ožu 2017 10:46

talented miss cohen je napisao/la:Thank you, Alternate Tunings, nice to have your first post in here. Enjoy CroL(in' with the homies) ;)
Pa hvala ti :) Nesto je tu sve tiho, al ajd.

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Post Postao/la AlternateTunings » 19 ožu 2017 10:49

Burning under the hot summer sun, she sits on the beach, her eyes focused on the clear skyline ahead. A single drop of sweat makes it way down her neck, her soft skin glistening in the sun. She comes here often to clear her mind of dark thoughts, to watch them being carried away by the light blue waves quietly murmuring in the background. There's nothing unusual about her, but if one looks deeply into her eyes, they will see something dark hidden in them. An image flashes before her, and she tries to block it. She hears a scream which sends shivers down her spine. Looking around she realises the scream isn't real. It's a sound buried deep inside of her, echoing in her mind. She gets up, dizziness overcoming her, and her legs start to buckle. She stops, takes a deep breath, sending a wave of energy through her body. Slowly, but steadily, she starts walking toward the water, the feeling of her feet enwrapped in wet golden sand carries her back to her childhood. A time of happiness, security, love. She sees them walking down the beach, hand in hand, her red sundress dancing happily in the wind. But another image creeps in and she suddenly feels cold. The world stops for a second and she's standing in the doorway again, his broad back hunched over her, a flash of light escaping from the blade. She grabs a handful of sand, watching it making yellow trails on her skin. She wonders how a simple act like that can make her happy, even if it's for a few precious seconds. She continues walking, the water washing her body. For the last time in her life she wants to feel pure again. Suddenly, her head disappears under the water. She never learned how to swim.

-autorska

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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 20 ožu 2017 15:37

AlternateTunings je napisao/la: Nesto je tu sve tiho, al ajd.
Don't be discouraged. It's just the silent abidance of Poetry.
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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Post Postao/la slapa » 21 ožu 2017 22:51

svjetski dan poezije, proljeća, ovo ono...

Ako me zaboraviš“, Pablo Neruda

Hoću da znaš
jednu stvar.
Znaš kako je to
ako gledam
kristalni mesec, crvenu granu
spore jeseni u mom prozoru,
ako dotaknem
uz vatru neopipljiv pepeo
ili izborano telo klade,
sve me odvodi tebi
kao da je sve što postoji,
mirisi, svetlost, metali
poput barčica što plove
ka ostrvima tvojim koja me čekaju.
E, pa dobro,
ako malo-pomalo prestaneš da me voliš
i ja ću prestati tebe da volim
malo-pomalo.
Ako me odjednom zaboraviš
ne traži me
jer bih te ja već zaboravio.
Ako smatraš dugim i ludim
vetar zastava
što prolazi kroz moj život
i odlučiš
da me ostaviš na obali
srca u kome imam korena
zapamti
da ću toga dana,
toga časa
dići ruke
iščupati svoje korene
u potrazi za drugim tlom.
Ali
ako svaki dan,
svaki sat,
pristaneš da mi budeš sudbina
s neumoljivom slašću,
ako se svakoga dana popne
jedan cvet do tvojih usana tražeći me
o ljubavi moja, o moja
u meni se sva ta vatra ponavlja,
u meni ništa nije ugašeno ni zaboravljeno,
moja ljubav se hrani tvojom ljubavlju, ljubljena,
i sve dok živiš biće u tvojim rukama
ne napuštajući moje.
mi imamo sve što nam treba,
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...

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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 22 ožu 2017 00:08

toa e ova, ova e toa, toa e toa, toa e sè...

Nel paradiso perduto
della posibilità.
Altrove.
Altrove.
Come risuonano
queste piccole parole.

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Post Postao/la slapa » 22 ožu 2017 20:29

^
:happycry:

slika
mi imamo sve što nam treba,
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Post Postao/la slapa » 26 ožu 2017 21:29

Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Three: Love

II

YOU left me, sweet, two legacies,—
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.
mi imamo sve što nam treba,
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...

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Post Postao/la LilSpark » 04 tra 2017 22:16

Marčelo - Jedan

Živim u senci senke tvoje senke
I znam da znaš
Još uvek šminkam stvarnost
Tvojom bojom, jer drug'čije ne umem
Ne razumem, ne želim
Pred lažnim svetom celim
Da se lažno veselim
To nije osmeh, to je grč
Ljudi su slepi, lepi dani
Nasmejani, za tebe
Za mene skice
Druge duge ulice
Srce skitnice zgaženo nehotice
Ja znam da znaš
Jer u svim snovima ti vrtim
Sve te prazne reči praznim danima
Nestaješ
I priča odavno nije fer
Lepotica i zver
Suviše razno, sve je prazno
Prazno je zarazno, neprolazno
Vraćam se njima, zar misliš
Da se stvarno ponosim time
U mojoj glavi posle svega
Sve one nemaju čak ni ime
Samo te oči posečene vetrom
Koje sjaje baš kao i moje
Znam da znaš
Al' ne vidiš, i ne čuješ
I ne znaš koje male stvari se broje
I dok porazi se roje
Plašim se da priznam da postojiš
Rane gnoje
I da mi fališ
Fali mi dodir, fale mi reči
Fali mi osmeh, fali mi lice
Fale mi laži, fale sitnice
Dosta krivice
Ptice selice nestaju
Ja ostajem i
Svi ti pogledi me plaše
Prokleti srećni zagrljeni ljudi
Te uloge su bile naše
Samo moje i tvoje
A gde smo sad
Gledaj u mene, nema mene
Samo sene uspomene
Samo tragovi
Koliko dobiješ, toliko daš
Ti nisi smela, znam da znaš
Znam da znaš, znam da znaš
Looking for the sounds & listening to the colors:)

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Re: Dajem ti verse: tema o poeziji.

Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 26 tra 2017 14:38

Nije svaki vijak tako izuzetan,
a moglo bi se reći ni sretan,
kao što je to obična žarulja.
Ona kada je uvrćemo i kada
dođe do kraja, zasja.
Priča nije duga, samo nekoliko
navoja, ali je sa sretnim završetkom,
što je važno ako se zna kako je mrak
čest i dugotrajan i kako je promjena
poželjna. Drugi vijci, a njih ima
gotovo bezbroj vrsta, nisu takvi,
kod njih na kraju nema svjetla.
Međutim priča svakoga od njih nije
manje uzbudljiva. Navoji kreću,
obično traju duže, i vezuju dvije
strane, učvršćuju dva dijela.
Zahvaljujući njima nešto je to što
jest, ne raspada se. Je li to možda
malo svjetlo? Na neki način da.
U prirodi završetka i obavljena
posla je da na kraju zasja. Svjetlo,
kao što se zna, nije uvijek vidljivo.
Možda upravo to nevidljivo svjetlo
treba osobito cijeniti.
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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 04 srp 2017 13:34

1.
Gore na vrhu
cela bašta je Mesec,
Mesec od zlata.
Još draži mi je dodir
tvojih usta u tami.

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Re: Dajem ti verse: tema o poeziji.

Post Postao/la AlternateTunings » 19 srp 2017 13:48

In the distance, she hears a quiet murmur of water. The sound carries itself clearly across endless patches of dark green grass and richly leafed boughs. Ocassionally, a bird finding itself in the pathway disturbs the sound with its cheerful chirping, singing a melody of high resonance and melodic tones. She used to come here often, as a child, stripped of dark thoughts and heartaches; chasing colorful butterflies and trying to learn the language of nature. She stands at the edge of the woods, sun burning hot on the horizon. In the distance, she catches the outlines of that old birch tree; one that used to be the bedrock of her imaginative games. One that caused hurt one too many times. She chuckles at the memory. Slowly, she starts walking towards the tree, hearing the murmurs more clearly now. She sets her backpack on the wet ground and runs her fingers through cold runny water, refreshing her face and quenching her thirst. She reaches for her backpack. Hours go by. Days. Her body lying in the shade of that old birch tree. Her final resting place. No one knew why there was a smile etched away across her face.

-autorska

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Re: Dajem ti verse: tema o poeziji.

Post Postao/la macalukas » 21 srp 2017 10:45

Andrea Gibson
Asking Too Much

I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with
Tell me why you loved them,
then tell me why they loved you

Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through
Tell me what the word “home” means to you
And tell me in a way that I’ll know your mothers name
just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8

See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate
And if that day still trembles beneath your bones
Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain
or bounce in the bellies of snow?
And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree
to build your snowman arms?
Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree?
And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you
because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek?

Do you kiss your friends on the cheek?
Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad,
even if it makes your lover mad?
Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion
or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

See, I wanna know what you think of your first name
And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mothers joy when she spoke it for the very first time
I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind.
Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel.
Tell me—knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old beating up little boys at school.

If you were walking by a chemical plant, where smoke stacks
were filling the sky with dark, black clouds, would you holler, “Poison! Poison! Poison!” really loud or would whisper,
“That cloud looks like a fish, and that cloud looks like a fairy”?
Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin?
Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea?
And if you don’t believe in miracles,
tell me, how would you explain the miracle of my life to me?

See, I wanna know if you believe in any god,
or if you believe in many gods.
Or better yet, what gods believe in you.
And for all the times you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you’ve asked come true?
And if they didn’t did you feel denied?
And if you felt denied, denied by who?

I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good
I wanna know what you see in the mirror on a day a day you’re feeling bad
I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass
If you ever reach enlightenment, will you remember how to laugh?

Have you ever been a song?
Would you think less of me if I told you I have lived my entire life a little off key
and I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry
I just plagiarized the thoughts of the people around me who have learned the wisdom of silence

Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence?
And if you do I want you to tell me of a meadow where my skateboard will soar.
See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living
I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving.
And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.

I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds
And if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon
that if you wanted to you could pop—but you never would because you’d never want it to stop
If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it,
if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist
or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

And lastly, let me ask you this:
if you and I went for a walk, and the entire walk we didn’t talk,
do you think eventually we’d kiss?
No way.
That’s asking too much
—after all, this is only our first date.

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Re: Dajem ti verse: tema o poeziji.

Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 30 kol 2017 10:37

slika

HAPPENS TO THE HEART
Leonard Cohen

I was always working steady
But I never called it art
I was funding my depression
Meeting Jesus reading Marx
Sure it failed my little fire
But it's bright the dying spark
Go tell the young messiah
What happens to the heart

There’s a mist of summer kisses
Where I tried to double-park
The rivalry was vicious
And the women were in charge
It was nothing, it was business
But it left an ugly mark
So I’ve come here to revisit
What happens to the heart

I was selling holy trinkets
I was dressing kind of sharp
Had a pussy in the kitchen
And a panther in the yard
In the prison of the gifted
I was friendly with the guard
So I never had to witness
What happens to the heart

I should have seen it coming
You could say I wrote the chart
Just to look at her was trouble
It was trouble from the start
Sure we played a stunning couple
But I never liked the part
It ain’t pretty, it ain’t subtle
What happens to the heart

Now the angel’s got a fiddle
And the devil’s got a harp
Every soul is like a minnow
Every mind is like a shark
I've opened every window
But the house, the house is dark
Just say Uncle, then it's simple
What happens to the heart

I was always working steady
But I never called it art
The slaves were there already
The singers chained and charred
Now the arc of justice bending
And the injured soon to march
I lost my job defending
What happens to the heart

I studied with this beggar
He was filthy he was scarred
By the claws of many women
He had failed to disregard
No fable here no lesson
No singing meadow lark
Just a filthy beggar blessing
What happens to the heart

I was always working steady
But I never called it art
I could lift, but nothing heavy
Almost lost my union card
I was handy with a rifle
My father's 303
We fought for something final
Not the right to disagree

Sure it failed my little fire
But it's bright the dying spark
Go tell the young messiah
What happens to the heart
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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Re: Dajem ti verse: tema o poeziji.

Post Postao/la zelena žabica » 10 lis 2017 10:16

edgar allan poe - A dream within a dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
ovdje bi trebalo ići nešto pametno ili duhovito, krajnje misaono i duboko.

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Re: Dajem ti verse: tema o poeziji.

Post Postao/la slapa » 25 lis 2017 09:42

VISOKA ŠKOLA LJUBAVI

Pred oluju u Luksemburškom parku
Moj stari prijatelj filozof
Vraća se na trenutak
U daleke šume svoje mladosti

Na izletu u Karpatima
Našu mladu družinu uhvati oluja

Pali nam munje u kosi
Razbija gromove za potiljkom
I obara nas na zemlju
Zajedno sa borovima

Devojke vrište zapomažu
A ni mladići se ne drže mnogo bolje

Ja najmlađi proderem se na njih

Šta se tu prenemažete
Lako je vama da umrete
Vi ste se svi već je....

Kako ja da umrem

Pariz, 1975.

Vasko Popa, iz zbirke Rez
mi imamo sve što nam treba,
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...

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Re: Dajem ti verse: tema o poeziji.

Post Postao/la slapa » 04 stu 2017 15:36

uzmi si jednom vremena,
izaberi vedru noć,
ljetnu idealno...
al uzmi svejedno pulover da ti ne bude hladno.
zakloni se od svjetala grada
pa pogledaj gore i dobro promotri zvijezde.

vidiš li da smo jackpot po horoskopu?
mi imamo sve što nam treba,
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...

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Re: Dajem ti verse: tema o poeziji.

Post Postao/la slapa » 25 sij 2018 11:38

August Senoa - O ti duso!

O ti duso moje duse!
O ti srce srca mog!
Kuda posla, kamo dosla,
Pratio te dobri Bog!

Tvrda zemlja putem bila
Tvojoj noni mekan mah,
Skrotila se ljuta bura
Pred tobom na blagi dah!

Tvrdnulo pod tobom more,
Snizila se strma hrid,
Ljuta zima cviecem cvala,
Moja duso, na tvoj vid!

Sav ti zivot bio bozic,
Angjeli te sreli svud;
Nikad s oka suza pala,
Sterala ti sreca put!

Samo katkad u toj sreci
Imena se sjecaj mog:
O ti duso moje duse,
Pratio te dobri Bog!

prilično su je izdeprimirali u klapskoj verziji, pokopali su dušu duše, al svejedno je divna...
mi imamo sve što nam treba,
prostor od zemlje pa do neba...

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Re: Dajem ti verse: tema o poeziji.

Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 25 sij 2018 12:26

^ :touched:
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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