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Month: March 2022

To Her

Published by Ondrej on March 25, 2022

She is tuned to the same station
using the same radio
coming from a different nation
and I’m still getting used to stereo.

Her being is a flower
blooms and blossoms as the days go by
with each and every hour
our souls further intertie.

She is the missing piece in the puzzle
triumphantly lifted from the masses
now life’s liqueur we guzzle
as the season changes and passes.

With eyes like starlight of a deep ocean blue
and hair red as wine of a cool summer hue
I reflect in awe and wonder,
what actions made me deserve you?

Magical

Published by Ondrej on March 25, 2022

It’s hard for me to describe the true pleasure
I feel when you are near
The sweet spring taste of your lips
And the flowers on your breast and hair
The blooming of the forbidden four-letter word beginning with L
(Nat King Cole would have something to say about that!)
It’s far too early to say—it’s been not even a fortnight
But she defines resplendence and inner beauty
I know not why fortune smiled upon me so,
This, a never-ending source—fount—of joy, happiness and mutual affection
It’s beautiful and deeply magical.

Snug

Published by Ondrej on March 18, 2022

The taste of rice cakes on your lips
and the sea in your hair
whips your locks here and there
coupled with your hand snugly in mine, it grips
the edges of my soul and yours
as we walk on the edge of the water,
its salty smell on our tongues, even better
as your touch heals all my sores.

Respect (2)

Published by Ondrej on March 13, 2022

Respect
A song by Aretha Franklin,
A good song at that,
The youths would call it “a banger”
But it’s a rather nebulous term

What does respect feel like?
It’s not like hunger, that’s fairly clear
(Actually I’m pretty hungry now)
Or thirst, or bodily desires, they’ll all easy to pin down
Put a pin in, pin on the noticeboard, easy to spot

True respect is many things,
It’s love, it’s knowing when and how to love
It’s the pause before an utterance
It’s people’s liberal stance’
It fits your heart like a glove
Snug and warm inside,
Wanting to put it on again
Most of all, it’s mutual understanding
It’s why we’re both still standing

It’s mature like good vintage cheddar
Although I can’t say I’ve tried to eat respect
It would be good to include it in society’s diet.

For the first poem entitled ‘Respect’, see this link.
These poems are not related, although as others have said, “history doesn’t repeat itself, but it rhymes”.

Life’s theatre

Published by Ondrej on March 13, 2022

Life is like a play: from whose perspective are you looking?
From whose perspective are you being played?
The omniscient writers with their secret agendas
Or the actors, pawns on a chessboard
Beyond any dimension

It’s you, it’s her, it’s all of us
So many chessboards, so many theatres
All here flowing towards the Eternal Question

In the end, there will be music

Published by Ondrej on March 11, 2022

The rhythmic pat of the drum
and the soft touch of the piano keys
is all that’s truly stable
in a world that is abominable.

So much ill and suffering
has happened since I came here last
at least I have reassuring sound of jazz
as others elsewhere are called to heavenly mass

I wish she was here
to understand and to share my sorrow
together we’d gaze into the skies and see the moon
while breathing to the pangs of Clair de lune

Indeed, all that is stable in this world
is the sound of the piano, of kindness, of love
even if others strive for it to be smothered
human generosity and truth will prevail
All will be good in the end, they say
All that’s left for us to do is help and pray.