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Ondrej’s Poetry Posts

A strange new world

Published by Ondrej on October 10, 2020

I’m a man of nineteen
a man of forty and thirteen.
Liking beret hats
and videos of cats.

But I realised—in this world
nobody is that bold
every night is a purchase
as you sink further from the surface.

On this surface, real love is found
where feelings of tender romance compound.
In today’s transactional society
decisions require no piety.

What is this supposed to mean—
how can I unsee what has been seen?
Does love as we know it exist no more
just one-night stands making you feel empty and sore?

This world, though, I’m willing to discover
with many conspicuous secrets to uncover
I just hope in the end I’ll still be me
Still being the gallant, courteous and gentle man I would like to be.

She is like the sun

Published by Ondrej on October 7, 2020

She is like the sun
radiating the world’s love
her beauty is plain to all.

She is like the sun
glowing with joy and laughter
her smile is never stretched thin.

She is like the sun
I see her every day
too afraid to approach; will it burn?

She is like the sun
I’m waiting for a cloud to come
waiting for my turn.

But what if this chance
never fits my stance
and I’ll be forever waiting
waiting for inexistent romance.

Magician’s hat

Published by Ondrej on October 7, 2020

I’m a magician
pulling words out of a hat
not knowing if it’s going to be a brick
or a cat.

I pull religiously everyday
even Jesus would raise his brows
pulling strings
and threading them into bows.

One fateful day I put my whole hand in
rumbling, fumbling around
just empty air
not a single sound
Oh wait! There’s something!
Hard as stone but firm
It’s a bit of Lego—
I can use it to finish
building this poem!

A look into her eyes

Published by Ondrej on September 12, 2020

As the night sky, eyes so deeply blue:
the evening stars I so wish to see anew;
or the earth after a rain spell
a rich, loving umber that all worries quell;
a green of the faraway emerald sea
one glance—and your soul may be free.

Beacons, shining upon the mountaintops
as the soothing embers glow
arrived—the place where time stops
and all movements start to slow.

No longer are these fireworks far away
wanting so much while having nothing to say
as these gems float towards
your heart, to the sky, upwards
there—once this sumptuous sight you meet
Heaven, your dreams, euphoria—all compete.

Svensk

Published by Ondrej on September 7, 2020

You, who has bright blue eyes
and glowing blond hair;

You, who does not talk to strangers
and keeps to yourself;

You, who stands away from others
giving them all the space they need;

You, who eats strange fermented things
or as you call them—“local delicacies”;

You, who is an entirely different person
having drunk the right stuff;

You, who is deeply friendly and kind;
to your other sides, I am still blind.

Thank you

Published by Ondrej on September 5, 2020

In a new strange land
with new strange people
wagging strange tongues;
none of it was planned.

But over time, only a few weeks
they are not so strange, they’re closer
warm-hearted, loving and witty
they’re what every lost person seeks.

Each beautiful in their own way
squares in a round world
inspiring me to do more—to write here
there’s only two words I can say.

University

Published by Ondrej on August 30, 2020

New arrival
both young and old
out of my depth but excited,
ecstatic
all the time.

People,
lots of them
mindblowing, inspiring, advanced
achievements
full of life.

Beautiful people
especially the ladies
eyes shining,
a generous smile
and flowing hair.

All these people
are new stars
new shining lights
in my life;
those of my parents
shift to the background
guiding me.

New arrival
new experiences
lots to learn
open mind
and open soul—
feeling young and old
out of my depth
but joyful all the time.

Friends

Published by Ondrej on August 6, 2020

The people you surround yourself with
are the people you become.
You are a smith,
you are the destined sum
of all their qualities and weaknesses.
Family is not something to choose:
do remember, the angels are your witnesses,
they need not search for clues.

If your friends are warm-hearted
you will be kind;
if they are, alas, narrow-minded
to beauty, you will be blind.
If they radiate with affection
you will have love to give;
Theirs is the direction
your existence you will live.

Silence

Published by Ondrej on July 26, 2020

The endless city hubbub
bubbling and humming away
big train stations and motorways
are never far away.

Yet, it is in moments like these
from the buzz distant
that we notice a muffled sneeze
and the swaying of a pendant
the click of a pen
leaves us asking—it all started when?

Home

Published by Ondrej on July 26, 2020

I write this poem
in a place of art
a place of love
of tears,
of long-lived years
and a great many dreams
where people come together
each day
without fail,
we come together.

Come together
to come home.