Chamomile of Spring...

Chamomile of Spring...


A fence made of matches for the unfortified words...
the Scarecrow frightened Surprise
and instantly dressed its silence...
Nourished by the glance of a one-eye man·
drinks chamomile of Spring...


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Poetry Collection "Mapping" 2011

(original art photo © by Flor )

From the poetry collection "Medical press of the World" (Bulletproof Publications 2001, 2003) Art paintings (of the video) by Alfredo Avagliano. Music : "Nessun Dorma" composed by Giacomo Puccini & performed by Mantovani's Orchestra ** video created by Lydia Lavda Athens

DAYS...

Days

dance in waltz rhythm

burned by pyromaniac Time.

Swell·

kids, bloated by dreamy sweets...

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 Poetry collection "Medical Press of the world"  (Bulletproof publications, Athens 2001)

DRUMS OF ENDOSCOPY

Figures are dancing in the enigmatic darkness...

Words·blushing notes,

rest in the music stave of loneliness.

Feelings keep quite· shy kids

lurk in the forest of Nothing.

Insecurity·mad sound flirts with irony-drums.

I 'am afraid of the sobs of silence tonight.

Those misspelled words

lived in melodic pages of immortality,

So...

I close the monstrous ear of Humanity...

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 Poetry collection "Medical Press of the world"  (Bulletproof publications, Athens 2001)

REBELLION...

Words rebel,

searching for their Honesty...

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TIRED MUSIC STANDS

My logic is a screw·

swirls in -an out of time- piano.

Even the music stands tired

to lift the weight of music.

Humped

as an indication of musical lead.

Notes punish with their silence.

Walls sign for silents announcements.

Time forgot it's name

and borrowed eponymic anonymity...

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MEDICAL PRESS OF THE WORLD

The silence of Time got cold

and is coughing malignancies ·

imminent danger of contamination ...

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NEED...

Close the air condition·

urgent need of oxygenic courage.

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FORGIVENESS OF THE WORLD

Forgiveness·

stowed tissue

dances in worn floor.

Fondles the white porcelain tureen of grandma

in a moment of nostalgia.

From old hesitation is imprisoned

in a relief cell.

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THE LOOK INSIDE ME

The look inside me·

ice cream cone with grated peanut and syrup guilt

melts

at the first insatiable bite...

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WANTED...

My quill is a snob fly·

drowns in soured milk of responsibility.

Drinks the purple blood of Sun.

Wanders in chambers,

joining sleepless moments.

Rests eventually on Quasimodo's shoulder.

Passes away from cowardly poison of criticism.

Wanted...

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CHILDHOOD HERO

Panted Time

is hiding·

childish hero in fear-traps.

Through him thousands of visions run·

dopey horses

in the race of Past...

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IN A MOOD LIGHT...

No, Hours won't be dressed

in silence clothes.

Will not rest

under shady

hovels of grief.

Dream· punished child

will run

with hope-scooter to muddy road·

then, Anger, morose old man,

will fondle the look of laughter

and will die omniscient.

Let the Will stay on shore tonight..

So,in a mood light...

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SAD SEMITONE

Notes

punish me

because I preferred the challenge of

Harmony.

Sad semitone,i'm lost

in measure of cowardice

composing

nocturnes ...

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