"Siberian poetry" E-Book

Maxim Zuzin

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

This is poems about love and romance. They were inspirited by my life experience and came fluently from my heart. It's a refreshing and amusing content.

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Maxim Zuzin

"Siberian poetry"

The Poems of a Siberian"

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Chapter 1

Why cut you off your curls?

Why cut you off your curls?

And no more your hair whirls.

Why have you turned around?

Your eyes I have not found.

Are you shy, or are ashamed?

Or else my love to you is now famed?

You said you had a jealous husband,

And found you excuses thousand.

But guess I now you was touched,

And soul yours was troubled much.

Your heart, it did not stay unmoved,

Although, showed you but puffed.

And know I you as my love,

And cherish I you so, so.

I see you always in my dreams,

Because you’re mine, to me it seems.

But you belong to other man,

And not to suffer whether I can?

I took your curse upon my blood,

And tears flowed by a flood.

You said you could be mistress mine,

But put me off you rather fine.

I came to you and offered date,

I knew I was put forth by fate.

Still, eyes of yours mine did not meet,

Although stood I ‘t fifty feet.

You hid your sight and did not look,

As though did you all by book.

But you should know: will I come

To make you of my kids a mom,

To hold strongly you in arms,

And visit with you neighbors’ farms.

And will I live with you till death,

To this I ever keep my faith,

Because I met you a small girl,

And thoughts of head mine they’d swirl.

I ‘member your blond hair’s charm,

And eyes of yours did bid my karma,

I was unfortunate ‘cause I loved,

I hardly could be called a toff.

I now came to ask my debt,

But said you ‘I’ve another met’,

I paid with ‘probrium for you,

Still, how can I chance to sue?

Your husband was beloved from birth,

But I was pierced with a curse.

He’s possessor due to law.

And what I could pronounce more?

I’m knight that taking off the spell,

His princess did not find well,

She taken was by other knight,

Who did not with the dragon fight.

He simply was a lucky guy,

While heart of mine, it often whined.

I know he was pet of life,

When I to death gave all my five.

You love him much because he’s yours,

When I’m deserted, though durst

To look in eyes of devil straight,

For you in gold render weight.

To whom I’m gonna plead today?

When ‘Occupied I’m’ do you say.

I’ll bring my case toward my God,

Because accept Him as a Lord.

Autumn beauty

Golden beauty of the autumn forest

Comes into my heart.

I’m breathing full my breast,

While wheeling in my cart.

The girl of mine, she sits beside,

I’m trying much to chase off pride.

To stay a calmness, and a modesty.

Not self-expose wish I mostly.

Because I want not be a slave.

Of love and charm myself I save.

Obliged am I to call her mistress,

Due made my nights she rather sleepless.

She’s dainty, accurate and fine,

I’m happy much because she’s mine.

The horse’s harness gently trim

And wake I up because it’s dream.

Why have you smiled a pretty smile?

Why have you smiled a pretty smile?

What would I be for you? A while?

You said you had another boy.

And whether feelings are a toy?

Remember I suggestive face,

The eyes, and of eyelashes lace.

You waited for another step

Of me to you on lifelong map.

But stayed I as a moveless pawn

That’s able not a queen to spawn

In combinations and advances

‘Cause ‘preciated I my chances.

Regretting freedom

You smile at me and look a sly.

I gotten am to web a fly.

Entangled much in charming net.

Against a wall I’m deadly set.

I cannot get to freedom’s range,

Because my strength’s on dead list page.

I’m week as if I’m ass

Obstinacy of whom is now past.

You twine a rope of my guts,

And in my heart a pain but cuts.

I’ll try to get my lips off hook.

My soul’s fate your beauty took.

It’s sweet to get a kiss of poison,

For you I am just a reg’lar venison.

Which eyes of yours have sharply shot,

Bereaving me of rambling lot.

Fatal woman

My fatal woman was you, dear,

When met I you I was in fear.

I tried to ‘stablish good relations,

But treatment yours not stood my patience.

You put the sword to kill the bull,

And soul mine was blood, of, full,

I loved you much as if forever,

To meet you I had been not clever.

I hardly dared stay in presence

Of beauty, charm and pretty feathers.

You was not chicken, not a pheasant,

You was she-eagle, I’m a peasant.

You have a nose aquiline.

I never tried to cross the line.

You have aristocratic beauty,

I’m timid, shy and all the ‘tutti’.

Your body is a sacred thing,

Your charming sight, it gave me sting,

That pierced heart of mine across.

To love you was to take a cross.

I stood between the angry Lord

And you that troubled me by word.

The deep blue clouds bode tempest,

And to defend you am I restless.

I took a blow meant for you,

I was put down not a few,

But many times I had to lift

My body up and to be swift

To listen how counts ten

For devil t’ get of his dark den

To grab me into hands of hell,

Because I touched was very well

By beauty, charm and dark deep eyes

A piece that have been not my size.

Autumn ball

It was a law school ball

In season of the fall.

I wanted you for dance,

It was my life time chance.

I offered you a place

In big an audience space.

Because I wanted t’ woo,

Though feared much to shoo.

But was I bold to

Invite you for a dance.

Still, had I found you

Had other boy romance.

And was I downcast,

My happy dreams were past.

September days were last,

And I began to fast.

Road bar encounter

I met you in a road bar,

You sat at hand, you sat not far.

I looked at you with eyes of wolf,

And your emotions all flew.

You wanted much for me to come,

And ask you something just for fun.

But waited I till ending moment,

And were you ready for a lament.

But, however did I ‘proach,

And ask you as a team, of, coach,

What were your years,

What was your study.

Dissolved your fears,

Good a buddy.

I promised you that we would meet,

But you believed I’d fall t’ your feet,

You waited that I would follow,

But I not let my guts too low.

And, finally, you met me once,

It was of panther frightful glance,

Because I sat there with my girl,

You went so fast the air ‘d whirl.

But, in the end you did repent,

And turned around t’ let me rent

Your beauty, charm and body.

It was not just a folly.

Your eyes did prove my theorem,

That I could make up harem,

Because I labored pretty much.

I hope that’s what made a touch.

Former possession

I possessed your body,

Your soul and your heart,

But ‘twas a lesson t’ study,

Because we had to part.

I was too bad for you,

You were too good for me.

That is of life, a cue,

That I still could not see.

Remember I your smile,

That lipstick did make red.

I’d make a thick one file

How much we lay in bed.

And cherished I your smell,

The sweet one and bit acrid,

That memory my tell.

The one that was so sacred.

We strolled ‘long the street,

Above, there were some trees,

My fingers touched your feet,

I did not pay no fees

For lessons of fine love,

Which I did study well,

As if I were a dove,

My chest it often’d swell.

But there came a day,

Decided you to leave.

I did not have my say,

Had only to grieve.

I possessed your body,

Your soul and your heart.

But ‘twas a lesson t’ study,

Because we had to part.

Young Gypsy beauty

I met you Gypsy youth,

And now have to soothe

My heart before I sleep,

Because I have to reap

The harvest of my dreams,

That are about you,

My soul’s full of beams

That penetrate not few

From image of serenity

That you did possess.

My love is not a vanity,

My business’s in recess.

I asked if you were hot,

According to your blood.

You said that if I’d know,

There should be bed love’s flood.

You said me ‘have your try,

And see how much I’m hot,

In bed we’ll both lie.’

But happen it did not.

Because you saw my wife,

That showed herself well,

And all my fortune ‘n life,

It bade me farewell.

And, pity I that seldom

They can make harem maiden

Of young sweet Gypsy flower

That gripped me by its power.

Italian girl

Your Italian beauty did cast upon a spell,

But I withstood the blow, t’ your feet I hardly fell.

You gave me a handshake and came your way along,

And I was happy much, I did not think ‘twas wrong

To find you in darkness of August stars full night.

For you I was but ready to struggle and to fight,

But they asked me cunning what would I rather think,

If girl was not a virgin and gave me a bad link

To the past of young blond maiden, that did a little fall.

They asked if I but readily such one my wife would call.

It was in that I’d folly to say she was not spoiled to be her twenty-one.

But ‘twas not found fun.

And said I that such sorry was not what’d call I fine.

I said she’d live in harem and be a concubine.

But asked you if ‘t’s not enough for you just to repent.

I found my way off, it did your heart but rend.

The next day saw I well that all night you did weep,

That your young heart, it found not to sleep.

But brothers your from Sicily, they reckoned ‘t all but well.

They smiled, laughed, talked and winked to me, they did not tell

That ‘t would be rather tough to handle you this way,

Because you had been wanton and had you much to say,

And your respectful father, he turned with me in dance.

It showed to me rather, in this he found sense.

And, when I bade him farewell, at conference’s gates.

I knew he loved my character, although not my fate.

He asked wherefrom and how I did down there come.

I told that ‘twas Siberia, and he did shudder some.

‘Twas very, very bad, that different were our races.

And, that Italian girls they love just warm ones places.

P.S. You wept and trembled much in conference’s hall.

I hope ‘twas because was bitter for you t’ fall.

I saw it was a pity that I did make you sorry.

But know you it’s heart and not a cruel folly.

Your name’s translated ‘blessed’ in English simple word,

And to defend this blessing I’m drawing up my sword.

Beauty in a bar

I saw you in a darkened bar.

You were the biggest brightest star.

The seven youngsters hungry

Served you in common ‘n’ ‘sundry

I looked t’ your eyes with calmness,

That showed rather well,

I would not be in harness

And fall under your spell.

I clearly saw you in surprise,

It made not sense, nor matched your price.

That I withstood your beauty’s glance,

As if my heart had strong a fence.

It maybe showed me hard man,

Also showed girl of, fan.

You hardly put together.

Was tough I, beaten o’ weather.

My heart was cool and reason

Prevailed me in all season.

You did not understand,

What want I, t’ what tend.

Perhaps thought you wanted I to change

For you my wife, but saw you strange,

That I hid not my feelings

From woman mine, t’ my wings.

I saw you were upset.

Not little did you fret,

That there was misfire

Of charms of yours, and tire,

It came upon your head

To realize what meant

My strong inviting challenge,

That mixed up with a pledge

Of openness and honor,

Or, sur’ty of my voice’s tone, or

That woman mine felt free,

Accepting us all three.

And showed you interest

That looked I not upon my wrist,

And, watched I not the go of time.

Though gently took a piece of lime.

In that I’d faith in realm of fate,

That t’ continue’s never late.

You were as beautiful as flame.

To watch, it never was the same

As in the company of others,

Attentive young ones future mothers.

Approach my was not a standard.

It was not common way all rendered.

It was for you a cul-de-sac.

You were uneasy as on rack.

You wanted all and not a share.

I felt you clearly in tear.

It was for you a complex puzzle,

To meet the polygamy’s muzzle.

Accustomed ‘re you to be a queen,

Though are you only a teen.

Since saw I that your soul

Was ready for a gold toll

Become my own concubine

To pass the life in harem’s mine.

It was a fix of money,

It was for me just funny

That might I break all down

The filly of a frown,

That sought a realm and power,

The feminism’s tower.

And though slept I not all night,

I knew my doctrine was as right.

But perhaps ‘twas fantasy’s a play.

We were not intimate to say

Few words of life and of intent.

Because away I soon time went.

Still, is most important maybe

That was I not in beauty’s slavery.

The love of a fallen woman

Your virgin gifted you to other one

I tried t’ rebuke, for you it was just fun

You smiled as if you triumphed over,

My spirit hardly could be lower.

You said you’d keep first love all days,

You seemed t’ be happy, glad’s your face,

To him for free your body you delivered.

You asked no guarantees and nothing feared.

He was beloved one, man of first degree.

I felt as Lord in choice of the Eden’s tree.

I was alone, happy no more.

I suffered much, my heart in gore.

Of wound that you had done t’ my soul.

Offences had I big one roll.

I fought the dragon t’ take off curse,

But when returned it was just worse,

You did not wait, you gave you to another.

You did disgrace the name o’ your old father.

You not forgave the Lord that did you punish

For mother’s sins that did your vessel tarnish.

Decided you to take a harlot’s trade

Afraid not that your beauty’d fade

But maybe there was no curse,

You simply love sweet life and thick one purse,

And should I labor t’ make good money,

To pay f’r your past and what was funny.

On charm and beauty you relied,

That I’d be happy t’ keep t’ my side

A woman ‘th infamy all covered,

You was unruly and but wayward.

Still, I decided if just second,

I’d compensate your life past peccant,

And you’d just be number two wife

For me t’ feel comfortable ‘n life.

But you rebelled against this bargain,

The freedom was your secret target,

And you did flee with other guy

That was not like the rule of mine.

He let you smoke ‘n’ drink the wine,

To mud returning pretty swine.

But know I you will accept

‘cum manu’ power, you wept

When met me on my way to find

What’s your intent and what’s your mind,

Because I asked once of my Lord,

Who’ll cut all ties with mighty sword,

If you would give the birth t’ my baby

And saw I young and happy lady

That surely was fruit o’ love common

Of you and me, and went I on

To love you and to try make happy,

To heal your illness with a therapy

Of tender care and of ruling strict,

That you were strong and never sick.

And, know I you we’ll be mine,

It’s just a question of the time.

Princess

I was dirt poor, you a princess,

I toiled, you did live ‘n caprices.

I wanted much to earn your hand,

But all my labors seeped through sand,

Because you wanted free style life,

When I just fought through cruel strife.

By you I was kept in reserve,

As slave I did you all day serve

In study and ambitious work,

But trouble did in darkness lurk,

In that preferred I ugly shame,

Because too hard and strong was pain.

I crossed the border of insanity.

I was too tired of day’s vanity.

I stepped for way of abstinence.

It hardly made at all a sense.

I came through crazy dreams and hell.

What came I through I could you tell.

You were all beautiful and rich,

I hardly could you manners teach.

Decided I t’ exert my will,

Surprised I am that live I still.

Remember I how watched your back,

In heart, love letters thick a pack.

I did not dare t’ come to you,

And on my eyes was bitter dew,

Because the coins were just few,

Still made I all that was me due.

Could I invite you t’ restaurant?

If I would come, it would be wrong.

Because you had another boy.

My love to you was just a toy,

For you to cherish your prestige.

The one that could not ‘stablish bridge

Across abyss, across a ridge.

Your beauty did my wings but singe.

You were a girl of royal blood,

A pretty, sly and cruel tod.

Your boy did ride you in his car.

You were the law school brightest star.

The poor boy’s in tears.

The vengeance eyes, it leers

At happiness of young one couple,

The lucky moments that double

By union of two hearts.

It seems such love it never parts.

But when I drank the cup of curse,

To chase your buddy was you terse.

Preferred you money of much older man,

But days of harlot’s fame first ran

Across the streets, in all the corners.

I heard, it was for anguish learners.

In jaws of death I cast my dies,

But did you not hide your deep eyes.

As if you called me ‘go on’,

In know I was so fond

Of your dark eyes and ruddy cheeks,

Though see I now how leaks

The drop of lament on your face

On blouse of fine linen lace.

The same way saw I you were red

To watch the way my love turned bad.

You were in anger and in shame

Of my mad love and your bad fame.

You sure were that I’d be yours.

That I’d wait calm a pair of years.

But, did I come against the yoke

Afraid not of the chains strong stroke.

You were in pity your design,

It did not come way out fine.

You were a princess, I’m dirt poor,

I could be rich but took life tour

To be a poet and writer,

Of feminism definite fighter.

Because I did not want to buy

The body, did with other lie.

Because the honor is good value.

The dignity is best I tell you.

I could follow dirty suit,

Still I preferred with life a feud.

Promise

Remember I my gentle offer

The one I paid so much for.

You were bit older and charm full.

Your beauty was of success wise tool.

Preferred you surety for risk.

More so, death crone stopped to lisp

About debts of your generation,

Because I took the curse my fashion.

I was a nominated husband,

A so-called, I was a disband

When sins came over to roost

Upon my soul, suffering’s boost.

For you I was a good idea,

That somebody would take off fear

Of family great evil deeds,

That Lord’s great anger always feeds.

I took the blow of Almighty,

Whose angel went along and smiting.

I put my head instead of yours,

Receiving anger of the curse.

But you did say it was just gratis.

I watched you through the wedlock lattice.

You girls did say if I were good

I should in trap put right my foot,

And jaws of hell would hold me fast

For you t’ be happy, t’ stay in rest.

You older were than other girls,

You ordered them and distributed roles.

You kept you t’ distance in shadow,

Not taking stead in distance row

Of skirts and plaits against a boy,

Whose heart your curse it did annoy.

The fortuneteller told you

‘He will not stand, his years are few’.

I was not t’ possess your bodies.

I was to love and come where Lord is,

But I withstood the bite of poison,

Because I loved, that was my reason.

And, when you saw me wounded deadly,

You did come down t’ look me straightly,

And were interested I did live,

For you it was a sharp one peeve,

That I aspired to be your lord,

To find to your heart a ford.

You were too glad I’d be your hire,

To work for you of love strong fire.

But I preferred the dignity

To ways of black malignity.

I’m not a villain, not that low,

I’ll wait till you’ll be a widow.

Though I don’t know who’s your husband,

Tied up to you by curse’s strong band.

Maybe it I who had to die

In coffin I’d all rotten lie.

And, on a taken on a curse,

You did make thick your family purse,

Because you live without trouble,

Sure I am beneath the rubble

Of accurate marble covered tomb,

And nothing bad does over loom.

But I turned up, not claimed my right

For paid by anguish sweet one night.

I bade you gentle farewell,

And no more than sorry’d tell.

I loved you much, I loved you strong

I knew behaved I right, not wrong.

And what is now perspective?

On what kind o’ dreams I’d further live.

By word of God the husband I.

By law of men you are not mine.

I’ll wait and live to see the future,

And over is now torture,

Because I kept my promise,

My heart free now it is,

That I did suffer for your lives,

To come death’s depth as Devil dives.

I’ll now write of you a book.

All you I already, I took.

Nude beauty

How much I’d pay to see you nude.

You drive hard bargain, you’re rude.

And now does it to me seem,

That I’ll see you only ‘n my dream.

I’ll wait till day of my will come,

You will I take to add t’ some

Other beauty sweet ones women

That my big harem will be in.

Or maybe it’s just foolish thoughts?

That have I while my heart all rots.

I cherish much the dreams of past

In which I held you to me fast.

I had you intimate and private.

I knew I’d oust off my rival.

I pondered on your features night.

It was exciting, honey sight.

I loved you as a dame of heart.

I tried be cute, I tried be smart.

But value put you more on money

Than on this sweet love tender honey.

You did not condescend.

It cut my chest, my soul did rend.

But in my dreams I saw you naked,

By force or love you easy taken.

But you belonged to other student.

I was unable t’ break a dent

Between your hands and souls.

Expensive car along road rolls.

Still, kept I all my dreams’ affairs,

No way to show real feathers.

In all day life I did keep modest.

For you it was allegiance test.

You watched how much I’d get along,

Before I’d cry a torment song,

And now what I have to me?

Is my sweet dreams’ face, love I t’ see.

Did touch your body or embrace?

No, that’s not lot of my fate.

Ripe beauty

You were thirty-six,

I was twenty-two.

A queer one mix,

A hard one to woo.

For you it was just merry play,

To throbbing make my heart and wait

To see the effect on my brains.

Platonic put you on the reins.

You were as exquisite a wine

That time makes better, makes it fine.

Your beauty was experience ripe.

You were a slender body type.

I felt uneasy, felt I small,

Though I was bigger, was I tall.

I watched you at all useful moment.

Your charm t’ young lawyer did you lend.

You were as an expensive car

That’s made by years a bigger star.

You were a tender charming ‘mpression.

To see your movements was a pleasure.

I loved to have a talk with you.

I met again my Waterloo,

Because it was hard nut to crack

To find t’ your heart gentle track.

Still, I began to run you after,

And my life turned to be but tougher,

Because you said ‘I’m old for you,

You’re just boy, your years are few.’

I wanted to caress your body.

Your beauty seeing did I laud you.

It was a real harassment,

How much to you I did attend.

Still, you decided not to change,

To stay t’ your husband easy range.

And, I regret now that I wooed,

To put on strange ground ‘ntruding foot.

Would I t’ your husband rather say,

That I am sorry, past is nay.

It did not much of time to take

To realize it was mistake.

Bride

I did not know you for long.

To other did your fate belong.

You were of other man a bride,

The source of personal his pride.

I was invited t’ wedding party.

I shoulda been happy, welcomed heartily.

But grieve did came upon me straight,

Because my fortune was not same.

The virgin was the beauty o’ maiden.

She was an honorable lady.

While I did love the harlots only.

My fortune seemed to be just drolly.

The bride herself played coquette,

Of flirting glances putting net.

And, got I tangled in the web.

I suffered she’d get off in cab

To see through month of honeymoon,

To drown in love, return not soon.

And, have it all with other ‘groom.

You small bright filly, play of doom.

The bride I hardly at all knew.

I did not reckon ‘f loved I you.

But when you were to other given.

My voice did not add to hymn

Of merry song for young sweet couple.

This view, it nearly did topple

My spirit under level o’ ground

Where my soul would be found

Of distress hiding there wretch

Where the memory did fetch

My mind ‘cause I loved just sluts

And served them ‘fore I went all nuts.

The fairy did say me ‘Listen,

She has a younger good one sister.

You can make her the queen of dream.’

But I said ‘No, full at brim

Is my sorrows’ cup again.

It does but pour, it does not rain,

Because it’s hard to lose the love,

Momentarily was it, though.’

And, I was pitiful a guest.

I did not eat, drank not, did fast.

And, young white bride did softly weep,

T’ her mother holding a grip.

Young beauty

You were as young gazelle in prairie,

A slender, small and sweet a fairy,

A youthful beauty full of grace,

Of time and wear no trace.

But felt you strong, me tried to rule.

I disobeyed, you’s anger full.

You threw your jacket on the ground.

‘Do take it up’, I heard the sound.

But I was love front veteran.

Since I first loved, days many ran.

So, did I live your cloth on grass.

Hardly believed you, thought it brass.

You said me, ‘You are ugly freak.’

But then repented, saw you weep.

You asked off me a pardon.

I said, ‘Ok, just go on.’

But maybe were you worth of more,

In that assuaged you my hard sore,

In saying you did give consent

In harem of mine be sent.

I knew of that, you loved me strong.

But maybe was I rude and wrong,

Because I’m not a wealthy king

The many wives make dance and sing.

I’m poor ‘nfortunate lawyer,

Of science granite wretched sawyer.

If I could pay of money’s fine

To buy your body, make you mine.

But mother yours did say, ‘That’s joke,’

And offered ordinary yoke

Of monogamy matrimony.

But you just counted it funny

That polygamy patriarch

Was not a fire, just a spark.

But I will make avail of time,

Collect all penny and all dime

To buy you off your parents’ guard,

To put the filly in my yard.