Dajem ti verse: tema o poeziji.

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Re: Dajem ti verse: tema o poeziji.

Post Postao/la jpeg » 07 vel 2018 22:11

Oh margot robi! jel mozes biti ljepsa od ljepsih? Ti si lijepsa od ljepse.
Margot. Oh Margot.



Margot.
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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 27 vel 2018 11:34

TAKO JE DOBRO BITI SAM
Stevan Raičković

Pođem kroz trave do najbliže padine.
Pronađem obli kamen, sednem, pa ćutim.
Tako je dobro biti sam: u daljini neko čeka.
Zagledam se u sunce i polako žutim.

(U glavi dodam:
Ispod nogu se igraju ribe,
teče reka.)

Tako je dobro biti sam:
U zamršenom korovu iza kamena
dve ptice se hlade od sunca.

Dve male ptice!

Jedna prhne u sunce i senkom mi išara lice.
Drugu zovem da mi sleti na ramena.

Tako je dobro biti sam: neko te voli.

Potrčiš pet koraka i staneš kao kamen.

Prav, visok, ispod sunca: ti ličiš jedino topoli!

Stojim.

Tako je dobro biti sam: u daljim neko čeka.
Ispod nogu se igraju ribe, teče reka.
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 28 vel 2018 15:49

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I WENT

I showed no restraint. I gave in completely and went.
To the delights, that were half real,
half wheeling in my mind,
I went in the luminous night.
And I drank of heady wines, just
as sensuality's stalwarts drink.
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 23 ožu 2018 20:12

No More and No Less
By Mahmoud Darwish


I am a woman. No more and no less
I live my life as it is
thread by thread
and I spin my wool to wear, not
to complete Homer’s story, or his sun.
And I see what I see
as it is, in its shape,
though I stare every once
in a while in its shade
to sense the pulse of defeat,
and I write tomorrow
on yesterday’s sheets: there’s no sound
other than echo.
I love the necessary vagueness in
what a night traveler says to the absence
of birds over the slopes of speech
and above the roofs of villages
I am a woman, no more and no less

The almond blossom sends me flying
in March, from my balcony,
in longing for what the faraway says:
“Touch me and I’ll bring my horses to the water springs.”
I cry for no clear reason, and I love you
as you are, not as a strut
nor in vain
and from my shoulders a morning rises onto you
and falls into you, when I embrace you, a night.
But I am neither one nor the other
no, I am not a sun or a moon
I am a woman, no more and no less

So be the Qyss of longing,
if you wish. As for me
I like to be loved as I am
not as a color photo
in the paper, or as an idea
composed in a poem amid the stags …
I hear Laila’s faraway scream
from the bedroom: Do not leave me
a prisoner of rhyme in the tribal nights
do not leave me to them as news …
I am a woman, no more and no less

I am who I am, as
you are who you are: you live in me
and I live in you, to and for you
I love the necessary clarity of our mutual puzzle
I am yours when I overflow the night
but I am not a land
or a journey
I am a woman, no more and no less

And I tire
from the moon’s feminine cycle
and my guitar falls ill
string
by string
I am a woman,
no more
and no less!
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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Post Postao/la Women » 20 lip 2018 07:57

Dođeš mi u san.
Otkopčaš poneko dugme moje duše.
Otkriješ nježnost...
Razgolitiš ranjivost...
Jutrom odeš.
A ja cijeli dan dušu zakopčavam...
Da se ne prehladi, na promaji samoće...
Druge saslušam, sebe poslušam.

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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 27 stu 2018 21:57

Vascijelu
noć
gledam
u nebo

I ništa
ništa
ne razumijem

Abdulah Sidran
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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Post Postao/la Royal » 02 pro 2018 09:32

Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou


You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 02 pro 2018 23:03

The moon is yellow silver
On the things that summer brings
It's a love you'd kill for
And all the world is green


T.W.
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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Post Postao/la Royal » 03 pro 2018 19:41

Fire and ice by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

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Post Postao/la omnia » 15 pro 2018 23:11

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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 20 pro 2018 11:04

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Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.

The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,
I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

(Song of Myself, Walt Whitman)
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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Post Postao/la adamica » 12 sij 2019 12:47

Ljubavna pjesma (Rainer Maria Rilke)

Kako da dušu sputam, da se tvoje ne takne?
Kako, mimo tebe, njom da grlim stvari i daljine?
Ah, rado bih je sklonio na koje
zaboravljeno mjesto usred tmine,
u neki izgubljeni kut, u kom
neće je tvoje njihati dubine.

Al’ ipak, sve što dodirne nas dvoje
k’o gudalo nas neko spaja, koje
iz dviju struna jedan mami glas.
Na kom instrumentu?
Ko nas satka?
I koji ovo svirač drži nas?
O, pjesmo slatka.
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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 17 sij 2019 21:28


Do you know the warm progress under the stars
Do you know we exist
Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom
Have you been born yet, and are you alive

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war

We need great golden copulations...
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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Post Postao/la reginald » 22 sij 2019 13:04

Ne sjeda mi poezija, ali ovo nije napisano s tom namjerom + i dalje me dotaknulo (vjerojatno jer je pisano s uključenim caps lockom), so here goes:

WE MET AT FRIENDS TAVERN NEW YEARS
WE WERE WITH OTHER PEOPLE
I REALLY WANTED TO HANG OUT MORE
BUT YOU HAD TO LEAVE
YOU TOLD ME YOUR NAME
SO HERES HOPING THIS WORKS

Anonimni autor.
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Izvor.
Dođe mi da napravim album s ovim snippetsima, samo app sintisajzera i neki program za čitanje teksta za slabovidne.
:) Diclsamier: isrpavan sam poltiički i mroalno i fizčiki, 98% slika :)

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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 22 sij 2019 14:05

reginald je napisao/la:
22 sij 2019 13:04
i dalje me dotaknulo...
I don't think poetry is debatable, at least not within these realms, but imho THIS is exactly what makes these hyperopic lines a piece of poetry.

To me, the lines of this desolate soul speak passionately OUT LOUD with a sensual decrescendo in the finishing small caps line. Almost as if whispered to my ear. Daringly close to my ear.
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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Post Postao/la adamica » 30 sij 2019 07:43

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Byron
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Post Postao/la Coffeemug » 04 vel 2019 10:24

nije poezija... iako u mojim ocima je :)

...
"Why little Bobby didn't come to school today?"
On the real, I was doin' anything to run away
And that's the same reason kids join gangs every day
'Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected
Meanwhile, white America quick to call him a thug
But all he ever wanted was a father to give him some love
Tell him that he love him, that he need him
Promise he won't ever leave him
Never smoke crack, never lie, and will never beat him
It feel like all my life I been needing a break
Looking at my family, I ain't wanna make the same mistake
And I know that shit sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five G's
To pay they bills or they lawyer fees (huh)
I learned something, I ain't giving y'all a dime
I'll give you something worth more, that's my time
I ain't dropping stacks, I'm dropping knowledge
Unless it's for my nieces and nephews to go to college
And hit me on the phone, hit me up
Like "Uncle Bob, where you at?
Yeah I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
I'm glad we family"
...

Logic- Last Call

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Post Postao/la talented miss cohen » 06 vel 2019 23:49

Lo que me gusta de tu cuerpo es el sexo.
Lo que me gusta de tu sexo es la boca.
Lo que me gusta de tu boca es la lengua.
Lo que me gusta de tu lengua es la palabra.

[Julio Cortázar]
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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Post Postao/la adamica » 06 ožu 2019 10:29

Uvukla si se
do kostiju
ostaješ
pod kožom
i ja bežim
i ja lomim vrat
na tvoje reči
i nisi za mene
i nisam za tebe
pa mi nismo
ni sami za sebe
ovako
ponosni
praznoglavi
pogubljeni
ovako
kada si mi
stena na želucu
kost u grlu
ovako
kada imaš ključ
kada znaš izlaz
ostaješ
previše dugo
u malom mozgu
boraviš
još duže
pod kapcima
pa te pravim
od
svetla
mraka
senki drugih žena
pa mi probadaš zenice
pa ti režem snove
sklupčala si se
ispod rebara
ostala si
neplanirano dugo
iznenađujuće kratko
pa te kriju
Bulevar
Slavija
pa te tražim
po džepovima
Ustaničke
Dobračine
pa te iznedri
neki oktobar
baci te pred mene
kao poslednju kartu
kao krajnje rešenje
kuda ćeš
tako ničija
kada si se već
uvukla do kostiju?

Nađa M. Lazarević
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MARINA OF THE ROCKS
Odysseas Elytis


A taste of the storm on your lips — but you,
You wandered all day the harsh dream of stone and sea.
The eagle-bearing wind laid bare the hills;
Stripped your desire to the bone:
Your eyes, the chimera’s eyes,
Scoring memory with the spume of the sea.
There, in short September’s waning,
As you played in the red earth you looked down the long bean-rows
To where the other girls, your friends, leſt armfuls of rosemary.
—But you wandered
All night the harsh dream of stone and sea.
I told you to measure its bright days as you lay
In the naked water: to welcome the dawn of things
Or again to wander yellow plains
Clover-light on your breast, iambic heroine.
A taste of the storm on your lips
And a blood-red robe
Deep in the gold of summer,
The scent of hyacinth — but you wandered
Down to the pebbled shores
The cold salt seaweed
But, deeper, the hurt that bled.
Astonished, you opened your arms, spoke its name,
Gently rising through the clear deep
Where your own star shone.
Listen: words are the wisdom of the old
And time a passionate sculptor of men
And the sun stands above, wild thing of hope
And you, nearer, cling to a love
With the bitter taste of the storm on your lips.
It is not for you to consider, blue to the bone,
another summer
For the rivers to change their course
And take you back to their mother;
Not for you to kiss, again, other cherry-trees
Nor to ride the North-West Wind
High on the rocks, no yesterday, no tomorrow,
Perilously, on the rocks, combed by the storm,
You will leave at last your enigma.
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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THE KING OF ASINI
George Seferis


’Ασíνην τε. . . — Iliad

All morning long we looked around the citadel
starting from the shaded side there where the sea
green and without lustre — breast of a slain peacock —
received us like time without an opening in it.
Veins of rock dropped down from high above,
twisted vines, naked, many-branched, coming alive
at the water’s touch, while the eye following them
struggled to escape the monotonous see-saw motion,
growing weaker and weaker.

On the sunny side a long empty beach
and the light striking diamonds on the huge walls.
No living thing, the wild doves gone
and the king of Asini, whom we’ve been trying to find for two years now,
unknown, forgotten by all, even by Homer,
only one word in the Iliad and that uncertain,
thrown here like the gold burial mask.
You touched it, remember its sound? Hollow in the light
like a dry jar in dug earth:
the same sound that our oars make in the sea.
The king of Asini a void under the mask
everywhere with us everywhere with us, under a name:
‘’Ασíνην τε. . .’Ασíνην τε. . .’
and his children statues
and his desires the fluttering of birds, and the wind
in the gaps between his thoughts, and his ships
anchored in a vanished port:
under the mask a void.

Behind the large eyes the curved lips the curls
carved in relief on the gold cover of our existence
a dark spot that you see traveling like a fish
in the dawn calm of the sea:
a void everywhere with us.
And the bird, a wing broken,
that flew away last winter
— tabernacle of life —
and the young woman who left to play
with the dog-teeth of summer
and the soul that sought the lower world gibbering
and the country like a large plane-leaf swept along by the torrent of the sun
with the ancient monuments and the contemporary sorrow.

And the poet lingers, looking at the stones, and asks himself
does there really exist
among these ruined lines, edges, points, hollows and curves
does there really exist
here where one meets the path of rain, wind and ruin
does there exist the movement of the face, shape of the tenderness
of those who’ve waned so strangely in our lives,
those who remained the shadow of waves and thoughts with the sea’s boundlessness
or perhaps no, nothing is left but the weight
the nostalgia for the weight of a living existence
there where we now remain unsubstantial, bending
like the branches of a terrible willow tree heaped in unremitting despair
while the yellow current slowly carries down rushes uprooted in the mud
image of a form that the sentence to everlasting bitterness has turned to stone:
the poet a void.

Shieldbearer, the sun climbed warring,
and from the depths of the cave a startled bat
hit the light as an arrow hits a shield:
‘’Ασíνην τε. . .’Ασíνην τε. . .’. If only that could be the king of Asini
we’ve been searching for so carefully on this acropolis
sometimes touching with our fingers his touch upon the stones.
Stars and stars and stars keep it to themselves.

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