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About how many wonderful discoveries we have
Prepare enlightenment spirit
And experience, son of difficult mistakes,
And genius, friend of paradoxes,
And chance, god inventor ...
* * *
Enough to learn
let's radiate
exhausted from the internal heat,
transmit light to each other,
not the fog of swirling steam.
* * *
I love the beast.
You will see a little dog -
there’s one at the bakery -
continuous baldness, -
from myself
and then I’m ready to get a liver.
I don’t feel sorry dear
eat it!
* * *
Lush bending tops
Mleya in spring juice;
Somewhere far from the edge
As if I heard: cuckoo.
Heart! - here is morning - love
Everything that lived forever;
Heard closer and closer
Like gold - cuckoo.
Or who remembered the loss
Vernyu remembered longing?
And three times
Clear and languid: cuckoo.
* * *
Leave, and I was like everyone else
And worse than anyone else,
I swam in alien dew
And hid in someone else's oats
Asleep in a strange grass.
* * *
Life passes, eternal sleep.
Good for me - I'm in love.
Life passes - a fairy tale - no.
It’s good for me, I’m a poet.
The world is stifling - it’s fresh in the soul.
Good for me, good.
* * *
Night, street, lantern, pharmacy,
Meaningless and dim light.
Live another quarter century
Everything will be so. There is no outcome.
If you die, you will start over again
And everything will be repeated, as old:
Night, icy ripples of the canal,
Pharmacy, street, lantern.
* * *
I'm not just losing my mind, but I'm tired over the summer.
For a shirt you’ll climb into a chest of drawers, and the day is lost.
Hurry, perhaps winter came and brought all this -
cities, people, but for a start greens.
I’m going to sleep without undressing or reading from any
places someone else’s book, for the time being the rest of the year,
pass in the right place asphalt.
Freedom -
this is when you forget the middle name of the tyrant,
and saliva in the mouth is sweeter than halva Shiraz,
and although your brain is twisted like a ram’s horn,
nothing drops from a blue eye.
* * *
Standing alone in the north wild
Overgrown writer and teak
Cheeks, about to howl.
Alone, he is on the road
It turns out that they are listening to the outskirts of God,
The stars are talking; quotation marks close.
* * *
If the soul was born winged -
What are her mansions and what are her huts!
What is Genghis Khan to her - and what - the Horde!
I have two enemies in the world
Two twins inextricably fused:
Hunger of the hungry - and well-fed!
* * *
- Well, how do you like it on a branch? -
Asked the bird in the cage.
- On the branch, as in the cage,
Only rods are rare.
* * *
It was more than once, it will be more than once
In our battle, deaf and stubborn:
As always, you have now disowned me,
Tomorrow, I know, you will return humble.
But don’t be amazed, my warring friend,
My enemy, captured by dark love
If the groans of love are groans of torment
Kisses - stained with blood.
* * *
Goodbye my friend, goodbye.
My dear, you are in my chest.
Intended Parting
Promises to meet ahead.
Goodbye my friend, without a hand, without a word,
Do not be sad and not sad eyebrows -
It's not new to die in this life
But living, of course, is not newer.
* * *
Yes I am protected from flies
From virgins who don't know love
From friendship too tender and -
From romantic old women.
* * *
In the universe our mind is happy
Unreliable builds housing
People, stars and angels are alive
Ball tension her.
We have not conceived a child
And already under his foot
The film bends nowhere
In orbit it is circular.
* * *
Step over, jump over
Fly, whatever you want -
But break free: a stone from a sling,
A star breaking in the night ...
Lost it yourself - now look ...
God knows you mutter to yourself
Looking for pince-nez or keys.
* * *
Suddenly a strange verse will be born in me,
I can’t catch him.
Some words and faces.
And time is melting or lasting.
Not! Impossible to learn
To understand yourself and your neighbors!
Best short poems
There was this woman with a cat,
This woman lived at home ...
The plot for the magazine cover -
Stretching hands in languor.
To whom she pulled her hands
From life empty and hateful?
There the cat stepped on the tile,
I grew and froze in the drawing.
The mistress lured
Sausage and milk:
Hey cat, buddy, get down!
And the cat stares secretly.
* * *
I dreamed: deadly powerless,
Almost a tenant of grave land,
I was deafly nearing the end.
And a former friend came to bed
And muttering words of curses
I was hit in the face.
* * *
Caught a bird to a voice player
And well, squeeze her hand.
The poor thing beeps instead of whistling
And they say to her: “Sing, bird, sing!”
* * *
It is getting light. The bird rustles
Azure wing
Is in the air
Her wings are a rift.
Throwing his head, sings -
Like a rockfall
Through her throat clean her
He hit the garden.
* * *
And she came to me in the morning
Shaggy someone's pooch,
No draw at all - no stake, no yard!
I did not whisper:
“You are my dear poor thing!”
I tried to drive her away
long but vainly persecuted.
Settled at the feet
But then, what will the neighbors say?
If in the morning or at night
Will you raise a furious bark?
Good that do not go
To us easily
A visit to the bears!
And panthers don't go ...
Yes, come on, come on!
* * *
In the middle of the panel
I noticed at the feet
In the watercolor petals
Half dead flower.
He lay motionless
In the white dusk of the day
How is your reflection
On my soul.
* * *
Cats are not like humans:
Cats are cats.
People wear hats and coats -
Cats often walk without clothes.
Cats can in broad daylight
Lie quietly by the fire.
Cats don't talk nonsense
Do not play dominoes and checkers,
Not required to write poetry, -
They do not care about different pieces of paper ...
People can’t get off the beaten track
Well, cats
These are cats!
* * *
Worry about me
partial and deep.
Don't stand back
when I'm lonely.
In empty zeal
Do not catch on shallow.
For all my “later”
love my "now".
When I'm in a hurry
I beg you - do not be angry
And if I write to you,
reply to letters.
Confirm that it’s time!
with an everlasting brotherly look.
Wish me well
and near and not near.
Expect high
and heart and eyes ...
Thank you for
that you will be friends!
* * *
I'm in the back of summer evenings
I write poems, maybe beautiful
That pleases the soul that gnaws
About what is enough feelings and words
I'm writing about burning, lonely pain
Like a bullet taking out of the soul
Leftovers like copper pennies
Throw me at the fountain for happiness or what?
I also write about happiness as a fairy tale,
What in childhood helped me fall asleep
But she can’t fool me anymore
With deceptive hopes I tore off the mask.
* * *
Daisies delicate creatures
Full of love and charm
You are like stars on earth
Sisters of those stars above.
When the petals opened,
You are like angels from heaven
The whole world was illuminated by itself,
They gave people smiles.
Thank you for having
There are so many of you that you can’t count
And if there were more than you
It would be even more joy for the eyes
Daisies, how beautiful you are
You are the most beautiful flowers.
* * *
Well why of all people
Do I need only him?
He is the most important and kindred
His words are law.
I feel warm and good with him.
And in hail and in rain and snow.
And there is happiness - I found
My best man.
* * *
The heavens gave a cool breath to the earth.
And the waves foamed in the lake, subsiding at the feet.
Maple leaves from the drooping branches fell off.
And the birds have already flown to the southeast.
The wind pulled limp waves into a ruler.
Water reflected foliage, coast, firmament.
On the old garden and clumsy bench
You sat silently, admiring the movement of the waters.
An arm lay lightly and gracefully on the back.
And the leaves hung with an amber garland on their shoulders.
Let it fall, but a light dress, a short sleeve.
And something spring, as before a joyful meeting.
* * *
Coquettishly saying, "Tired ..." -
The quatrain wrote.
Muse nodded graciously
And gave a look in love ...
* * *
I remember with a sad smile
Kkak was young and so simple arranged
Lived like a bird or maybe a fish
There was a wanderer and in some ways a warrior
And did not know about the end and the beginning
And was here only here and now
I won my little sorrows
In a minute, big in an hour.
And now I am amazed and sad
He didn’t know how happy he was then
Awareness I met
Much later - past year
So I realized that pure happiness
I can’t know my soul
Out of the corner of his heart only, a little, partly
I can experience today.
But I know that I will remember one day
Maybe in a thousand years
How happy he was today ... but twice
There is no possibility in this river
Let me in - let it! one day i know
This day is inconspicuous with a smile
Sad I will sit remembering
And again to regret the mistakes.
* * *
No, yet, alas, I am not melting
Neither in embrace, nor without them.
I dream about meeting again
And I write a short verse.
* * *
They don’t understand me
I live in my own world
I will be lonely
Sitting in your apartment.
I'll close the castle
And my door, and my soul,
Hiding the pain behind the mask
Cheerful, good-natured.
Everyone in the world will think
That I'm always like that
But reality is rash
After all, I'm completely different.
Beautiful little poems for the little ones
We did not notice a bug
And the winter frames were closed
And he’s alive, he’s alive for now,
Buzzing in the window
Spreading its wings ...
And I call my mother for help:
-There's a live bug!
Let's open the frame!
* * *
Raised tail
My cat has:
He is respectful everywhere
Follows her.
And at the door he is before her
Will not go in -
He is a polite cat
Skip forward.
* * *
Hedgehog
You see: the rain
And it pours
Like a bucket.
Maybe a hole in the sky?
What to sit to no avail?
Take out the needle.
Along the path
Uphill
Stomp
Hole in the sky
Darn it.
* * *
The cat got out from under the bed,
He bent his back, tail - in an arc.
Eye like a snap in an automaton
With sparkling water.
* * *
Our cat is striped
Like a zebra, like a sailor.
I thought for a long time guys
I guessed the secret of the bands:
Seen for nothing not lost
Her grandmother's time -
Granddaughter cat knitted
Striped lingerie.
* * *
If someone moves,
The kitten will throw at him.
If something rolls
The kitten will clutch for him.
Jumping gallop! Dag scratch!
You will not leave our paws!
* * *
The cockerels went wild
But they did not dare to fight.
If you are very cocky,
You can lose feathers.
If the feathers lose,
There will be nothing to cock.
* * *
Little goby
Yellow barrel
Feet steps
Head shakes.
- Where is the herd? Mooooo!
Bored one ooo!
* * *
Pigtail tail
Legs are matches
He pushed his lip down ...
All fluffy, golden
With a white star on his forehead.
Skirt stick
Shred Washcloths -
Whatever he sees, everything sucks.
Walking behind Aunt Nadi
A bug teases at the gate.
Will go out in the field -
Here is expanse!
Looks into the distance for a long time and suddenly
Squeal like a pig
Throws back
And galloping to mom in the meadow.
* * *
In the halls of red currant
One hundred seventeen bugs live
The green grasshopper is beautiful,
Four fleas and fifteen crickets.
What air they breathe!
How hearty and clean they are!
How magnificent it sways over them
Currant your grapes!
* * *
Crying Pussy in the hallway.
She has
Great sorrow:
Evil people
Poor pussy
Do not give
Steal
Sausages!
* * *
- Nice house,
Dear Mole
Only hurts
Narrow entrance!
- Entrance, Chanterelle,
Just right:
He will not let
To the house of you!
* * *
Little sheep
Wolf
Said:
- Sheep!
You have a beautiful complexion!
Oh if praises
Wolf
Sheep -
Do not believe a single word!
* * *
Tabby kittens
Crawl, peep.
Loves, loves our Tata
Little kittens.
But the sweetest thing is Tatyonka
Not a kitten striped,
Not a duckling
Not a chicken
A snub-nosed pig.
* * *
My familiar horse
Today is eight years old.
I will give horses
A large bouquet of flowers.
The horse will put them in a vase
And she won’t eat right away.
* * *
Mom makes me jam.
I'm writing a poem
How my jam sizzles
And I seek skill in myself
Write a poem
About jam jam.
Then the desire just came
Enjoy that jam.
And with mom together
Sweet drink sweet tea.
Of course I drink with jam,
Mom - with a poem.
* * *
Spider web
Braids my rhyme:
Grown the honey
Heaven is blue and high
The splendor of white clouds
Jingle of funny streams
Breeze
And the eccentric naivete
The scent of spring herbs
Having collected everything to the letter,
He made a poem skillfully
Resting, ending the business.
Sat happy spider
In a spider's web - a hammock.
There was a rhyme and no rhyme
The web is thin
The web is thin
But strong enough.
I was sad a little
The spider asked sternly:
“Why did you take the rhyme?
He is mine! How could you ?! ”
The spider was silent for a while
And then in response he said:
“So many years without seeing the light
The joy of sunny summer
It lay. How so?
For whom did he write it ...
I didn’t show anyone ...
I hurt the poem. "
So answered the spider.
I admit you're right, of course
I'm sorry heartily
I'll write a poem
As you return, give only the term.
Having missed the spider
I ran to my corner
Maybe one day after all
He will return my rhyme.
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