I have been actively reading and writing for 40 years. Published by myself 5 collections of poetry.
I have been awarded several times. I am a somewhat friendly scribe in Serbia.
I SAY
I say – the Motherland.
The bells are ringing.
No doubt the pledge promised.
I say – the government.
Bells – shackles.
No doubt on both sides.
I say – the leader.
Ring – to be or not to be.
No doubt at every opportunity.
I say – the people.
Bells – slaves.
No doubt until sunset.
I say – a poet.
The bells fell silent.
HONESTY
I wouldn’t advise you
To create songs,
At least not the real ones.
I would not . . .
It’s too bloody even for an eagle.
Don’t invite her, young man.
Squeeze the elderberry dry –
It is easier.
Quit that job.
You will be born every time
With a brand on the forehead.
Oh, you really want to
To give birth
Of the kind born,
Yes soft heart
Are you scolding with a thorn?
No, I wouldn’t advise you
To create songs,
At least not the real ones.
I would not . . .
When you can
To welcome the white dawn,
Engaging in other pastimes.
DREAM
Night.
It thunders. It shoots.
Shoot! Thunder!
Creepy breach.
I’m afraid. I’m on fire!
Ugly raving.
Oh, how long is this lamentation?
I was sweating.
God
Is that my dream?
FOR THE ROAD
I think you’re leaving.
It’s hard to follow me
You are right – go,
Good luck to you.
I prepared for you
A heart for the road, may it be found for you,
I did not want to,
But I missed it.
If you find it difficult,
If there is a surplus
You throw him through the window,
At least it’s easy.
I don’t need more anyway.
IN MEMORY
I hear you calling, mother
Over the hills it echoes,
I hear, old woman, I’m in a hurry!
From the pits when I return,
I’ll bring you two sunnies –
Two drops of sweet dew,
Two stones for easy sleep,
Two smiles awaited
Two favorite songs…
One for you
One for my father
