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I understand…

Sunday Scribblings #337 – I understand

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I understand
Sadly, I do –
time lingers or flies,
it cuts us in two,

or much more and so many
That I wonder
as usual,
is there any

just any chance
we get through…

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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Money and Revolution

Originally, I put this together for Andrea and Ina’s poetry contest entitled: Money. I thought it was too cynical, so I cancelled my participation. Then, I linked it to the Sunday Scribblings prompt of Revolution 🙂 cynical as it is.

Money 

That freedom is a matter of choice
would be a long-chewed-over lie
that all religions use
to dull our edge
and lull our spirit
away from revolution. 

That revolution is a fight for freedom
is simply an illusion,
that leaders use
to lead the poor to believe
there will be 

money 

equality and freedom 

for all.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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Search, Quintain

Sunday Scribblings #309 – Search, I wrote a Quintain

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The crying child will fall at last alone
with empty arms that we deceived him with
The whining wind of old is now all gone
to play its games around the house a bit
And search the path of days that runs forlorn.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

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EASY, September Summer Breeze

I have not poemed for a long time now. I reckon summer is not the best season for poeming with me. These days, I have been checking the prompt sites for new inspirations. Sunday Scribblings came up with EASY prompt. And, here is my poem.

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EASY

The breezes of September summer
Swing swift and soft before my eyes
Laying leaves of lovely languor
To light my path till sunrise.

© 2011 Mariya Koleva

 

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Almost a poem, NaPoWriMo, day 11

Here are the prompts on which I acted: Sunday Scribblings – Messenger; One Single Impression – Epidemic; Poets United – Headlines; Theme Thursday – Face; We Write Poems – Almost a poem; Three Word Wednesday – Adamant-Fabricate-Peculiar

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The messenger was adamant:
Those headlines had not been fabricated
And we were facing
A peculiar and epidemic poem,
Whose weirdest peculiarity
Was
That it was “almost a poem”.

© 2011 Mariya Koleva

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Nearly uniforms

This week, I decided to combine a few of the prompts.

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Those hollow eyes

Are nearly there

Such vast horizons

Unlimited by uniforms.

 

© 2011 Mariya Koleva

 

** Sunday Scribblings – nearly; One Single Impression – hollow; Writer’s Island – unlimited; Poets United – uniforms.

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License

Theme Thursday said “paper”; One Single Impression suggested “sarcastic”; Sunday Scribblings prompted “free”. A combination reads as follows:

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A letter coming slow and late

Reading in a cold, sarcastic tone,

in fact, is license to be free.

 

© 2011 Mariya Koleva

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Raw

Sunday Scribblings – Raw

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Суров,

безмилостен

и глух,

светът събира ни в гигантската си шепа,

докато търсим начин

да се стоплим.

 

© 2011 Мария Колева

 

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English-language version

Raw,

callous

and deaf,

this world will cup us in its monstrous hand,

while we are struggling

to keep warm.

 

© 2011 Mariya Koleva

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Fire, tanka (Sunday Scribblings)

The prompt from Sunday Scribblings this week is Fire. This could be a tanka. Not sure, though

 

Fire blazing up ahead

Believe me – that is not the sun,

It’s just its orange smile

That shines in ardent colours

And reddens to beguile.

 

© 2011 Mariya Koleva

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Българска версия

Огънят изгасва пред очите ни

в залез

и разтапя се света

 

© 2011 Мария Колева

 

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Food, prompt by Sunday Scribblings

Here is a poem about Food, as prompted by the Sunday Scribblings

In fact, it is a piece I have already  contributed before, as part of the November PAD Challenge I did last November, yet I consider it suitable. Besides, pasta is forever my favourite food, albeit so … bad for … you know… everything. 🙂

Well, enjoy the serving:

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They say, “Pasta’s bad for your health”

I say, “Pasta’s great for my mood”


They go, “Pasta ruins your diet”

“But then I am nice and quiet”


Eating T-bones and steaks is barbarity,

Civilised pasta and bread is calamity.


So, is health what we crave, or felicity?

Is truth more important than integrity?

 

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