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As the sea

Published by Ondrej on May 21, 2021

As Malmö stretches out in front of me
and variform birds shriek undoubtedly
the waves break upon the sandbank
on the edge of nature’s giant fish tank.

As the wind whispers into my left ear
I look upon the empty wooden pier
now the wind shrieks and shouts
leaving no place for my echoing doubts.

As the agèd gentleman’s bicycle creaks by
and the elderly couples stroll by and sigh
the jugged, sharp edges of granite
are woven into nature’s fabric knit.

As the wind whispers (or does it shout?)
and the salty air circles roundabout
in an endless fight with the seagulls
looking down upon us fools.

Discovered poem 1

Published by Ondrej on April 13, 2021

Mornings with a steaming cuppa tea
crispy pain au chocolat, my favourites
(you can hear them crackle)
a newspaper, sitting by the fire
thinking about what it all means.

The grip of true conversation
warms my heart
be it with friends, family or a lover
these have been much forsaken lately
Discussion where we’re vulnerable
and think candidly aloud
are a true breeding ground
for bonds between good people to be bound.

This poem is part of a series of rediscovered poems, i.e. poems I found lying around and to which no date nor title have been attributed previously. This particular poem was likely composed in February or March 2021.

The people you meet

Published by Ondrej on April 13, 2021

Some people value experiences
visiting the Great Wall or the Eiffel Tower;
many value fiduciary occurrences:
if the market’s down, their faces sour.

Me, yes, I can be all of those, and probably am
I too like the nice trip or delicious dinner
but there is something which I mean to be no epigram
something to which experience acts as an amplifier.

It is as simple as the people you meet,
the beings in your everyday (or not)
it is very often them who urge you into the driving seat
and through them many life lessons are taught.

So I mean it most sincerely when I smile
go out and about and walk many a mile
and you will find your crowd, your kindred spirits
those truly worth each other’s merits.

Windy

Published by Ondrej on April 5, 2021

Sometimes all we need is a helping hand
be able to let go of the daily swirl
quieten the inner cranial band
release the endless quotidian turmoil.

Imagine: the sandy beach by the North Sea
as the gale breaks you in
this is the place all ought to be
if they seek the elusive peace within.

The gust is much like on a peak;
that’s the roof of the world—and this by the base
these are the foundations we ought to seek
of the Earth’s true, heavenly riches but a taste.

I speak of this place fondly now I am sound
now that my mind is not clouded with worry nor ailment
but I was not so well a few hours prior, you would have found
but I visited and drew from the great natural ointment.

Such is my experience, that to all I propose
to visit some truly Earthly heaven:
the hills, the valleys, the lakes or meadows
the séjour will most certainly convert any heathen.

For the feeling of the true elements in your eyes
rendering your cheeks ruddy and silencing your sighs
the wind, sun, earth and rain bid all troubles whisked away
all I wish for is for all to enjoy these, come what may.

Title

Published by Ondrej on April 4, 2021

I am so overcome with emotion
I know not how to use this Earthly scribe
for within me there is much a commotion
one so difficult yet so simple to describe.

The longing for your heavenly proximity
does nothing but tear me apart
the desire for my gaze to fall upon your divinity
my heart pains as if pierced by many a dart.

So much inside me wishes for us to be
to be touching, laughing, gazing, smiling, understanding,
for now, alas, I know not what to do with me
except hope, pray, plead for your coming.

Do you know the internal turmoil of which I speak?
as I write here to an unknown, undiscovered recipient
there is so much but truly so little my heart and I seek
it is that to which all my subconscious is bent.

My conscious hides, files away this desire
for my flaws are far too many to pursue it further
it reasons that there is no good in taking it higher
there is little point in even attempting to imagine her.

But I know not what to do with my body nor soul
for that unmet, unknown her I wish to meet, to know;
I am aware what you and I think of me: a fool
for wishing life to be so simple to flow.

Your loving gaze, in a way, torments me:
your eyes of blue, green, hazel, amber jewel
your hair, a curtain or plaited—whatever it may be
all these images, in my mind so many a duel.

The faces of all those to whom I have been drawn before
blending in a spontaneous, whirling haze
I see you in all and in none once more
to whom am I, to whom are they, to whom are you directing your gaze?

My dearth of ability is such that to poetry I must turn
here, my vices, tics, inadequacies and oddities can hide
should these neural bridges be left to burn?
Or should I wait, hope, till you are by my side?

Who, but you, will douse the fires of temptation
or answer to my desires?
Who, but you, will I share intimate conversation
or dream of those places, those people to whom we aspire?

I am all and ready in an instant
to answer to you identically the same
for this will be no union of emotions distant
we will be indeed both to blame.

I look forward to the union of our hands in promenade
and our cheeks covered in fresh marmalade.
I look forward to the meeting of two immovable gazes
and the discovery of sacrosanct places.

Till then, the fire within me still burns
albeit covered, wherever I turn;
you, wherever you are, shall browse my dreams
looking gladly to when our lips seal all seams.

Flight

Published by Ondrej on April 3, 2021

It is a magical sensation, being above the clouds
possibly greatest of all human endeavours, achievements
Can you believe this hunk of metal soars alongside birds?
Oh, how many before us nurtured this in their dreams.

We must no longer dream of this feat,
it stands—it flies—before our very eyes;
crossing seas and oceans in a heartbeat
Bringing us to those with whom we forged ties.

Generations before mine dreamt of this
but dream we must no more;
instead, we look to the heavens for more bliss
we look to bring the planets closer than ever before.

What does the future bring? Space hotels or Star Wars?
For that is what happened with Flight
The richest have their flying bars
while the powerfuls’ jets are a deadly sight.

Who knows if we will live to tell this tale
of the milky white clouds below me
of the Milky Way and its gas balls burning pale?
Why worry? Look out of the flying porthole and see
the birds, the clouds, the world below you;
join their celestial freedom too.

Imagining

Published by Ondrej on March 16, 2021

I imagine what it would be like
to kiss you goodnight
to drive away your inner demons
and hope you might, you would
you could come and live alongside my dreams.

But oh yes you already do
Who am I to say—make yourself at home
but you don’t know, do you?

Whose home you’re at, this heavenly dome
to you is but an illusion
as I kiss your tender cheeks
frosty from the winter; this cold seduction
warms my heart—for that’s what I seek
my soul brimmed with trepidation
As I know not where to look nor what to speak
to search for you in the valley or on the highest peak?

What are you going to do?

Published by Ondrej on March 9, 2021


With age
comes the burden of experience;
of sorrow and loss
of joy and success
but it is there—
heavier, greater,
as time goes on.

As you grow old,
wiser and more stubborn
as you watch your parents
turn into frail children
and all those around
sail off to their own worlds.

You’re left on your own;
what are you going to do?

A day at the A&E

Published by Ondrej on March 6, 2021

You came home, face ashen
a distant, hazy gaze
poured milk into your bowl of cornflakes
two hours before midnight.

The day was tough; at the hospital
I cannot fathom what you saw
your face’s shapes only say so much
seeing the dark side of humanity
for much longer than anyone should.

Your head’s spinning as you plunge the cold soggy mixture in
its tasteless, devoid of emotion zest
the bleak colours staring back at you
echoing the bleak day that you are trying to leave behind.

Gathering your thoughts as you try to answer my questions
but I nor you cannot comprehend
the thrill, the horror, the shock, the blood, the screaming, the sutures, the caring colleagues who also acknowledged this was too much for them, let alone for you, a budding doctor.

I ask myself—as you probably do tonight
can you leave behind this horrid sight?

An empathy drought

Published by Ondrej on March 3, 2021

It’s often that we forget
all trapped in our self-focussed thoughts
that we’ve all got these endless churning brains, yet
we are experiencing empathy droughts.

Our lives are interlinked and poignantly connected
she thinks of me just as I think of her
just not with the same frequency—not that mattered
anyway our lives are all too busy a-fluster.

And in a way this is a refreshing thought; we
are all human, all fighting our own battles
(and that’s a saying that stuck with me)
it’s okay when our soul sometimes rattles.

You and I don’t even know who thinks of us
let it be Her with golden locks and sapphire eyes
let it be Him with his charming manly hocus pocus
so don’t be afraid and wait before thinking, wait before saying your goodbyes.