Moja najljubša poezija ...

[Vale]

suis comme je suis (J. Prevert)

Sem kakršna sem

tako sem narejena

če mi gre na smeh

smejim se do ušes

ljubim tistega ki me ima rad

saj menda ni greh

če ni isti vsakokrat

sem kakršna sem

tako sem narejena

kaj hočete še več

kaj hočete od mene

She walks in beauty (Lord Byron)

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!

Popravljeno Avgust 23, 2005. Popravil Vale

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You Are a Yuppie Biker

You are a yuppie biker,

you came upon the scene,

just to keep the prices up,

on Harley's new machines!

You bought it brand new,

You lavished it with chrome,

then splashed on some flashy paint,

and now regard this creation,

entirely your own!

You polish it by day,

and talk about it by night,

the only time you ride,

is when the sun is bright.

After all what's the paint,

if you can't be seen?

When owning one of these shiny new,

Harley D. Machines!

You trailer it to here,

you haul it over there,

if it weren't for your pickup truck,

it would never go nowhere!

You hang out at the dealership,

and act like the rest,

but you stand out like a sore thumb,

in your designer chap's and vest.

Harley T-shirt n leather jacket,

..you really think your cool,

but that's not what the little girls say,

when you're cruising round their school!

It always seems to amuse me,

how after just one beer,

you usually manage to find your own bike,

but can't find your way out of first gear.

Iv'e seen the way you ride...

man its got to be a sin.

if it bears any resemblance to the way you walk,

it's sure to make most women grin.

Between the manly stud you are,

and the flashy chrome and paint,

when you pull up at an intersection,

you're sure the girls will faint.

Then fate would have it,

the answer to your dreams,

a firm young biker bitch,

the trophy of your scheme.

She pulled up beside you at the light,

on a low slung FXR,

but the embarrassing way she left you in the dust,

now we both wish you'd have kept your car!

[Vale]

Edino pravilo ... velja za poezijo ...

Se igram!!

Črke izrežem, sekljam, drobim, meljem, miksam, jih počivam, na miru pustim; jočem, ko umirajo in po njegovi novi besedi hlepim; se v njih naslajam vonju. V terilniku jih trpim, na dolgo pot s seboj odnašam, kompliciram, ko ni treba - v svilene cunjice jih zavijam, ob napačnem pogledu trepetam; sem odvisna in čisto samosvoja ...

Dragi, bom pripravila za naju dobro papico; vse črke noter namešala in se zraven ljubeče smehljala, bom sveče prižgala, in začimbe in vino in rože in se ti divje predala; samo nekaj te prosim:

Ohrani dobro razmerje pri tem, koliko vzames in koliko daš!!

(Poetomanija)

[kekec III]

ZENICA BLUES

(Zabranjeno pušenje)

U Zenicu kada pođem ja, prati me 5, 6 drotova

Okružni sudija rek'o 12 godina, 12 godina strogog zatvora.

Okružni sudija rek'o 12 godina, 12 godina strogog zatvora.

Tužna je moja sudbina, ženu mi krećo Hakija.

Krećo Hakija presudila mu cakija, ne razumiješ ti to druže sudija.

Krećo Hakija presudila mu cakija, ne razumiješ ti to druže sudija.

(Džabe ja to tebi pričam)

Zenico mrzim svaki kamen tvoj, zbog tebe ja mrzim život svoj.

Ko preživi 12 godina u KP domu Zenica, taj je pravi Hadžija.

Ko preživi 12 godina u KP domu Zenica, taj je pravi Hadžija.

(Hvala Mujo)

Raduje me jedna istina, iz KP doma vratit ću se ja

Ali Hakija nikad neće sa bara, sa bara se niko ne vraća.

Ali Hakija nikad neće sa bara, sa bara se niko ne vraća...

[Vale]

ZENICA BLUES

(Zabranjeno pušenje)

Keki zanalašč te ne bom po nagi riti :fight2:

[kekec III]

Keki zanalašč te ne bom po nagi riti  :fight2:

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NE DAJ SE, INES

Ne daj se, Ines.

Ne daj se godinama,

moja Ines, drugacijim pokretima i navikama,

jer jos ti je soba topla;

prijatan raspored i rijetki predmeti.

Imala si vise ukusa od mene.

Tvoja soba - divota - gazdarica ti je u bolnici.

Uvijek si se razlikovala

po boji papira svojih pisama, po poklonima,

pratila me slijedeceg gutra oko devet do stanice.

I rusi se zeleni autobus

tjeran jesenjim vjetrom, kao list,

niz jednu beogradsku padinul.

U vecernjem sam odijelu i

opkoljen pogledima.

Ne daj se mladosti moja,

ne daj se Ines

Dugo je pripremano nase poznanstvo

i onda, slucajno, uz vrucu rakiju,

i sa svega nekolik recenica lose prikrivena zelja.

Tvoj je nacin gospodje i obrazi seljanke.

Prostakuso i plemkinjo moja!

Pa tvoje grudi, krevet,

i moja soba objesena u zraku kao narance,

kao narancasta svjetiljka,

nad zelenom i modrom vodom Zagreba;

Proleterskih brigada 39, kod Grkovic.

Pokisla ulica od prozora dalje i sum predvecernjih

tramvaja.

Lijepi trenuci nostalgije, ljubavi i siromastva,

upotreba zajednicke kupaonice

i - molim vas ako me tko trazi...

Ne daj se, Ines - evo me,

ustajem tek da okrenem plocu.

Da li je to nepristojno u ovakvom casu,

Mozart, Requiem, Agnus Dei.

Meni je ipak najdrazi pocetak

Raspolazem s jos milion njeznih i bezobraznih

podataka nase mladosti,

koja nas pred vlastitim ocima vara i krade i napusta.

Ne daj se, Ines

poderi pozivnicu, otkazi veceru,

prevari muza odlazeci da se pocesljas

u nekom boljem hotelu.

Dodirni me ispod stola koljenom

generacijo moja, ljubavnice.

Znam da ce jos biti mladosti, ali ne vise ovakve;

u prosjeku 1938a.

Ja necu imati s kim ostati mlad,

ako svi ostarite,

i ta ce mi mladost tesko pasti,

a bit ce ipak da ste vi u pravu,

jer ja sam sam na ovoj obali

koju ste napustili i predali bezvoljno,

a ponovo pocinje kisa kao sto vec kisi u listopadu

na otocima.

More od olova i nebo od borova.

Udaljeni glasovi koji se mijesaju:

glas majke, prijatelja, kceri, ljubavnice, broda, brata.

Na brzinu okupljeno rublje pred kisu

i nestalo je svjetla s tom bjelinom.

Jos malo setnje uz more i gotovo;

ne daj se, Ines.

Za manje od 100 DEM....

[kekec III]

ZID

PREBIJAJO

KRIKAJO

PLOVEJO

IŠČEJO

MODRO

NEBO

SANJAJO

JUG

LOVIJO

TOPLOTO

ŽERJAVI

LETIJO

Z NJIMI

HITIJO

PERUTI

MISLI

ŽARKI

UPANJ

VALOVI

ŽELJA

VETROVI

ISKANJA

HREPENENJA

HIMALAJE

V MENI

[Einherjar]

sluzbena pesem.

Anonymous:

DR. SUESS ON PCS

If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,

and the bus is interrupted as a very last resort,

and the address of the memory makes your floppy disk abort,

then the socket packet pocket has an error to report.

If your cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash,

and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash,

and your data is corrupted 'cause the index doesn't hash,

then your situation's hopeless and your system's gonna crash!

If the label on the cable on the table at your house,

says the network is connected to the button on your mouse,

but your packets want to tunnel on another protocol,

that's repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,

and you screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,

so your icons in the window are as wavy as a souse,

then you may as well reboot and go out with a bang,

'cause as sure as I'm a poet, the sucker's gonna hang!

When the copy of your floppy's getting sloppy on the disk,

and the microcode instructions cause unnecessary risk,

then you have to flash your memory, and you'll want to RAM your ROM.

Quickly turn off the computer and be sure to tell your mom.

[Vale]

Naš Srečko:

KONS: 5

Gnoj je zlato

in zlato je gnoj.

Oboje = 0

0 = ∞

∞ = 0

A B <

1, 2, 3.

Kdor nima duše,

ne potrebuje zlata,

kdor ima dušo,

ne potrebuje gnoja.

I, A.

[Vale]

KO MI PRIDE …

… V ŽIVI MOZEG NATEPAVAM TABUJE!!!

VERIGE TABUJEV SE RAZKLENEJO,

ZASIJE SVOBODA DUHA …

(Jutroslav Podjebajev)

[Einherjar]

She walks in beauty (Lord Byron)

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Tole mamo mi na prvi plati uglasbeno... (www.sweet-sorrow.com - releases)

[Vale]

Tole mamo mi na prvi plati uglasbeno... (www.sweet-sorrow.com - releases)

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:OK:

[ixs]

Alone

Edgar Allen Poe

From childhood's hour I havee not been

As others were- I have not seen

As others saw- I could not bring

My passions from a common spring-

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow- I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone-

And all I lov'd- I lov'd alone-

Then- in my childhood- in the dawn

Of a most stormy life- was drawn

From ev'ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still-

From the torrent, or the fountain-

From the red cliff of the mountain-

From the sun that 'round me roll'd

In its autumn tint of gold-

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass'd me flying by-

From the thunder, and the storm-

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view

[Einherjar]

da nadaljujemo s tudi mojim naljubsim pesnikom:

Annabel Lee

by Edgar Allan Poe, 1849

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of ANNABEL LEE;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea;

But we loved with a love that was more than love-

I and my Annabel Lee;

With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsman came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,

Went envying her and me-

Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we-

Of many far wiser than we-

And neither the angels in heaven above,

Nor the demons down under the sea,

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,

In the sepulchre there by the sea,

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

[ixs]

Tale je tut OK...........

:devil: The Blood Is The Rose :devil:

By Josh

All of you who set the night on fire,

you all will go much much higher

in darkness you can see

in darkness you are free

in darkness great things hide,

in darkness step aside.

then you will break on through

Retire all of you people of the light,

to night's purple legion. While you sleep,

we will reap.

You all have to sleep to dream,

We live in one!

You all live your life as one big lie.

We know the truth.

Tomorrow you will wake,

And you will be surprised.

Blood is the rose, of mysterious union.

:devil:

[Vale]

Tatjana Malec, Slab dan

Zaprta v lobanjo svoje pameti

sem ob telovadni uri svojega uma

padla z višine in se udarila s palico,

na katero sem se oprijemala

in jo zamenjala s plezalnim drogom.

Tedaj so se mi naježili lasje,

tudi tisti poganjajoči pod kožo

nad mojimi možgani.

Segla sem v notranjost žepa,

v muzejček konservatorskih strasti

in tam našla star obliž,

ki je še dovolj držal,

da sem si zalepila usta.

S stekleničko etra,

ki sem jo našla v žepu,

sem si pomagala,

da sem si anestetizirala rano

pod lobanjskim svodom,

kajti imela sem zares slab dan,

ki me je prešinil kakor mraz

sredi tropske vročine.

[Vale]

Tatjana Malec, Vse preveč jih je

Po svetu stopajo bitja,

glinaste figure,

ki iztegujejo noge v marš

in puščajo svetu

svoj klavrni jaz.

Vstopajo v življenje z belo roko

in izstopajo z blatno nogo.

Utirajo si pot s komolci,

ki jih štirinoge živali ne poznajo.

Po telesu se jim pretakajo curki potu,

v telesu žolč in otrplost duha.

Mrgolijo roparsko grabežljivi,

oglušeli od ropota, brenčanja in kričanja,

po brlogih skriti jedo,

pijejo vino in izsesavajo drugim kri.

Z natrganimi kitami

med zimskim drevjem ledeni stoje,

v bradi imajo vgrajen pohlep,

v prsih nosijo posurovelo srce,

hroma noga jih nosi naprej.

Z odjugo drsijo po strmem pobočju

z ubogo trpečo snovjo,

sivi od prahu,

okinčani s sposojeno lepoto

spodnašajo drug drugega.

So hkrati bogovi na Olimpu

in ljudje teme noči.

Umirajo ob urah samote

zaradi zaužitih količin strupa

z občutki samote, potrtosti in nejevolje.

Na črnem divanu sope svoje izdihe.

V nenehnem pokopavanju samega sebe

bolščijo vame z roba zgodovine

z obličjem smrtnikov.

Vse preveč jih je!

Ne poznam jih

in ničesar določenega ne vem o njih.

Pred seboj vidim le izgubljeni svet,

ki se potaplja v žrelu zveri.

Vse preveč jih je,

da bi jih spreobračala.

Nekoč se bodo otroci soočili z njimi.

[kekec III]

Život mi je pičkin dim, ne znam šta da radim s njim...

(Bora Đorđević - Riblja Čorba)....

[kekec III]

Ich bin von Kopf bis Fuß auf Liebe eingestelt....

Marlene Dietrich

[Vale]

V Medani so se včeraj začeli Dnevi poezije in vina, ki bodo trajali do sobote zvečer. 20 pesnikov in pesnic mlajše generacije iz Evrope, ZDA, Kanade in Maroka bo pod Gradnikovo Murvo bralo pesmi, vzporedno pa teče tudi Medana Art. Na vrtu domačije Klinec pa lahko okušate izbrana vina. Simpatična prireditev. Res, res :grim

[ixs]

Folk je padal skupaj ko sem recitiral svoje pesmi! Več njih so morali odpeljati v bolnišnico zaradi opeklin na dlaneh(aplavz). Pravijo, da nekateri še vedno ploskajo..... :D

Aja, vina pa žal nisem mogel poskusiti ker je Humar prišel pome s helikopetrejm in sem mu med potjo zrecitiru par pesmi iz zbirke Cigane v himalajo! Škoda! Morda drugo leto! :)

[Manu]

Alone

                Edgar Allen Poe

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:rolleyes: :wub: :) :004

TRDNOST (Neža Maurer)

Ko je odhajal, je poljubil podboje mojih vrat.

Kadar odhajam ali prihajam skozi vrata,

začutim njegov poljub.

Ko omahujem, se naslonim na podboje:

trdnost njegovega telesa in duše me podpirata.

Kmalu se bo vrnil.

[Pravokotar]

En hud pesjan je živel,

se futral je z ljudmi,

'z njih žup'co si je kuhal,

obral jih do kosti.

Enkrat pa en'ga najde,

ga hoče v lonec dat',

preveč je čudno dišal,

preveč je bil kosmat.

Kdo bil je ta kosmatež

lahko ugane vsak.

Dihur je bil, kajneda?

Narobe bil je vrag!

Pesjan čez kotu padu',

se s kropom je polil,

ga vrag je brž oglodal,

pa žup'co vso popil.

Uči nas tale štorja,

da kjer sta vraga dva,

da tisti zmeraj zmaga

k' ma več pesjanskega.

[Manu]

Nesda timču, rasta vakra

koka rajvče oms lipi ag,

vagla libo em od jakra -

a šelna mes ot brodo zag.

Dipoj ljeda, top ej vapra,

masa divo tipro mudo,

el ad naže et en šavpra

kajza delpa is v met jubo.

Lib ej job az brodo novi.

Gazma es man ej zalaka,

dato šefla korka diso

os vekri gamoje razapo.

Taus hasu korka sekpe,

vagla rak em prejna libo,

naže, simpro et netiši

damor triju mob el ljibo..?

(Mojmir)

:wub:

[Manu]

Hej, lahko tvegam en sam neviden, nežen dotik?

Dezorientirana sprašuješ svojo podzavest o vzrokih mravljincev v jajčnikih,

mravljinčarjev v prsih in kopitarjev v srcu.

Veke ugašajo severnico.

Prikrivaš trepetanje ustnic,

zanikaš divje sladko vlažnost hlačk.

Bradavičke ti kličejo moje ustnice skozi majčko.

Vonj moje topline ti spusti prstke v mednožje opojno viharnega morja.

Čutiš mene?

Kričiš na vso moč!

Ne slišim te, predaleč je!

ps: Francozom prostata poč.

(Eric Draven )