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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.

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.

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.

To my friends

Published by Ondrej on June 30, 2020

To my friends:
now, a new chapter begins.

You, who have stood by me
while all else deserted;
You, who could see
what really mattered.

Those of you I joked around with
or engaged in staring matches
being normal: a myth…
You, who also had sweat patches.

Then there were those closer;
more than just friends
those to be hugged tighter (or pushed further)
to steer clear or worship as godsends.

The Beethovens and Puccinis
astounding, so incredibly talented
others, as dry as ten-day grissinis
or like ancient blades—blunted.

Peculiar, bizarre or perplexed
your faces have been;
while I was not vexed
some things cannot be unseen.

The future world leaders
and the future garbage men
all learned literary readers
some wishing they said “amen”.

The party animals
with seemingly bottomless bladders
others, mammalian cannibals
starting already to climb career ladders.

To be very brief, indeed,
it matters not whence you come
or what devils you believe in;
it’s the shared experiences:
those are second to none
and the cameras we have smiled in
putting aside our differences.

I have a message unsmall:
I love you all.

Happiness

Published by Ondrej on May 19, 2020

It is of a seductive simplicity
this sentiment that spends eternity
slyly hiding in the shadows
till the song of sparrows beckons.

A full orchestra and symphony
no, nothing to do with money
in tandem with reggae and metal
life finally reveals its petals.

Be-bop-a-doodle-ing down the street
greeting all you meet
with that gorgeous full-toothed smile
your joyous promenade can continue for many a mile.

As the saxophones and tubas reach their overtures
you think of organising local tours
for this stunning land you live in
so gobsmackingly beautiful, blimmin’!

For once, the sun glimmers in all its might
the awesome local landscape, a sight
everyone ought to behold
to see things in this way of old.

With us from our very cradles
from places of which sing angels
of glorious, golden, honey-like dreams,
that life’s gloominess redeems.

But this celestial drink will not last
as all things, it shall too come to pass.
That is, however, not to fear
for many moments like these are near
all one needs to do
is breathe in anew
and feel the heavenly bliss:
the feeling of true happiness.

O Discoverer!

Published by Ondrej on May 19, 2020

Do you ever sit here
and gaze upon the stars
burning so bright
casting these heavenly sears
in a cloth of the deepest blue.

Cotton wool wafts by,
choking, strangling as it floats nearby
the light of countless faraway suns
celestial fathers and sons.

Their might cannot be fathomed
by any tools we here possess
nor can the secrets be revealed
of their heavenly address:
no gods will of them confess!

But you, my friends, I urge you,
Go!—Go, before all else takes you
before earthly life breaks you
for it is you who we will remember
and call you leader, captain—O Discoverer!

If only she knew 2

Published by Ondrej on April 22, 2020
Note from the author:

This poem is a continuation of or ‘sequel’ to the original If only she knew.

Holding that strip of canvas
a faint, distant smile.
Plain to see—a result
of weeks’ dedication;
wherefore has this been made?
The colours are so beautiful too—
if only she knew.

Steps back, a lady depicted
bright, ripe colours
fertile, lush greens
with deep, rich umber
and glowing blue;
if only she knew.

The cloth falls onto the ground,
a mind of its own.
But from a distance,
such a small shred
grows—north, south
in every heavenly path.
Fills the room;
now there are two;
if only she knew.

The painter, elsewhere
a sweating, nervous wreck
pulse beating on his neck.
He hopes deeply
almost beyond hope itself
that the message will come through
and she knows
what he feels is true;
if only, if only she knew.

Beautiful lady is perplexed
thankfully remains unvexed.
Wait—a gasp—she sees it;
her heart, matches with a flit.
She’s been looking in a mirror:
make no mistake, this is no error,
this glorious canvas
painted with such tact, class
heart now a chargèd rod.
This painter—oh god
such a charming gentleman
his affectionate way definitely can
stir up the wildest feelings inside of me
ones even I have not managed to see.
Such beautiful emotions of many a hue
That was the moment,
that was the moment she knew.

Thoughts

Published by Ondrej on April 22, 2020

Shh! Lower your voice
to a whisper.
Don’t make a sound—
else you’ll be found!

Who will find me, you ask,
and it is no small task.
Those who look deep within
searching for answers.
They’re all fighting
their own battles:
an endless chattering rage
fighting to get out
of a self-imposed cage.

What’s going on inside
these soldiers’ minds?
Even the wisest do not know
neither does their mortal foe.

You gasp—who could that be
who could be performing this internal robbery?
Hush, child—
you still have much to learn
I say, with my face stern.
Before you know how to look
into your head’s every cranny and nook.

A glint in your eye

Published by Ondrej on April 16, 2020

There’s a glint in your eye
perhaps a furtive glance
or a smile
you’re ready to dance.

Dance, we will,
till the sun rests
And sing, we will,
till the moon’s in the sky.

That lubricious look you gave me
full of passion, desire – and there was one thing
one in who’s recognising I’m only a trainee
it’s one that made my heart so dearly ring.

You can feel it between the short breaths
between the needed gulps of air
a pang of fiery warmth
through a curtain of her hair.

This is a world unparalleled
as we reach the romantic overture
where words are of no use, where telepathy prevails
an experience, a feeling to nurture.

As the beating drums switch to tingling triangles,
and oxytocin tsunamis turn to tender embraces
understanding the words behind each fond caress:
‘tis adoration for one another we here possess.

A beautiful sight

Published by Ondrej on February 14, 2020

I just want to hug her so tight
and tell her that everything’s gonna be alright.
It’s a time when words are devoid of meaning
You don’t have to say anything
She is such a beautiful sight.