Cavalerul (The Knight)

With this one, I made my grand literary debut. In the Creanga Highschool magazine, aka "Trimbulinzii". :-)).


Cavalerul

Paharul cu venin
Acoperit cu miere,
O clipa dulce,
Urmata de fiere

Fantome ale trecutului
Ma-mbie sa-l beau...
Insa nu!
Vreau sa mai stau.

Cavaler, imbracat
In armura ruginita,
Tot spera sa salveze
O inima lovita...

El este, dar,
De ingeri parasit
Si, mereu,
Tot mai crunt lovit.

Sabia-i de cristal
Zace sfaramata...
Iar el tot spera
Sa mai lupte-odata.

Domnita cu ochi de inger
El vrea sa cucereasca,
Insa nu poate s-o faca
Sa-l iubeasca...

Acum, poetul e mort
Si fara de cuvinte,
E printre pomii infloriti
Din locurile sfinte.

Domnita mai traieste,
Timpul a trecut,
Si ea merge fara sa stie
Ce a pierdut.


Hope you liked it. Kinda proud of it. :-).

Coverage of Kennedy Endorsments

A more important moment could not exist for Barack Obama's campaign for the 2008 Presidential elections. And here's why:

Eu

Or simply put... me :-D. Another poem, written in a moment of anger. Now, that I read it, I think it is hillarious And, without further ado:

Eu

Trecut, prezent, viitor
toate-n mine se aduna,
cauzand haos si furtuna,
fara glob stralucitor.

Am foc in vene
si beau 'cel venin
cu gust pelin,
ce-mi face clipele perene.

Sunt tot mai pal.
Nu mai sunt inger
luminat de Fulger.
Dar Cuvantul mi-e sabie de cristal.

Iar tu, iubito,
nu mai plange
cu lacrimi de sange
Caci nu esti singura ce am dorit-o.

Ok. I admit, this was not one of the best I have written. Especially the last rhyme... :-s.

Outcast - Roses

You gotta love this @-};-

Loituma - Ievan Polkka

Crazy song => Big Smiles :D

Poezie Ingerului

A third one. This is the first to be dedicated to someone. A certain person with whom I fell in love. But, as always, the feeling was not mutual. That's always my case. So the hell with it.

Poezie Ingerului

Înfăsurat într-un văl de vis,
Privesc uimit către abis…
Privire întunecată,
De dragoste luminată…

Tu, înger al pământului,
Îngenuncheată în fata gândului,
Dormi…insă nu ti-a venit timpul
Să-ţi odihnesti spiritul...

De-ar fi să te trezesti acum,
Vedea-vei lumea toată-n scrum…
Ochiul ţi-ar fi înjunghiat,
De noul apus… însângerat.

Întind mâna, să te-ating,
Speriat de luminile ce se sting...

Înger de aer atins
Si de-un fior cuprins,
Te-ai dus înapoi la ale tale
Într-un nor de petale…

Si cu tine a zburat
Orice speranţă de-un răsărit curat…

La revedere... (Good Bye...)

I know... The title sounds a little suicidal. Just as I felt when I wrote the poem. But, for this one I got a lot more positive reviews by those in the know.



La revedere...

Unde este ingropata lumina
Acolo ma veti gasi…
Langa stramosii mei
Ma voi odihni…

Spre ei ma-ndrept
Cu pasi repezi…
De nu vii,
N-ai sa mai vezi…

Tine minte:
Invata sa iubesti,
Invata sa urasti,
Ca sa inveti sa traiesti…


You might ask why do I explain in English. It's easier for me. As you will see in the later poems.

Edit: Yup, this is the second one. posted in chronological order. or so I hope.

And so it began

With only a poem. The first poem I have ever written, back in 2002, was somewhat of a fiasco. A poetic narative... or so they called it.
This is it:

cand te-am vazut prima oara,
am crezut ca esti un inger.
ne-am inteles bine
inca de la inceput.
dar tu aveai un secret
pe care eu nu-l banuiam;
ai inceput sa ma placi
mai mult decat credeam
ca e posibil.
apoi cei care radeau de noi
si care pe mine ma stiau
inainte de a te intalni
ti-au impartasit cateva din amintirile
crezute ingropate si uitate,
din acea perioada dinaintea
schimbarilor din viata mea.
atunci m-ai alungat de langa tine.
cand mi-ai spus ca s-a terminat,
pentru mine ai murit;
si, totusi, inca traiai in sufletul meu,
caci iti impartaseam sentimentele.
am cautat compania Cunoscatorilor,
atotstiutori in intelepciunea lor.
insa sfatul lor nu prea mi-a fost de ajutor;
atunci singurul meu sfetnic mi-a ramas singuratatea…
nu mare mi-a fost surpriza cand, dupa o vreme,
te-ai intors la mine, cerandu-ti iertare.
am refuzat orice explicatie,
am vrut sa treci prin acelasi chin
prin care eu trecusem.
insa nu puteam sa fac asta,
erai prea importanta pentru mine.
te-am iertat si vei ramane
o frumoasa amintire…

Comments allowed. I don't expect positive reviews. it is, from my POV, one of the worst poems I have ever written.

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