by Maria Kalaeva
Posts filed under “Poetry”
A GUEST POET TRIES AGAIN.
These sensitive lyrics may sound strangely familiar to our readers. The same poet sent us an earlier version of this work, but since then she has been polishing it into a masterpiece.
“If They Knew How Ordeal Loved Me”
Tonight it’s it can’t become infected with much worse
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Versus no united should in all cases sensible of like
I’m two quarters and a ticker down
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And I don’t deficiency to omit how your agent sounds
These words are all I secure so I send a letter them
I for them upright to and get by
Romp, ball
We’re falling separately to halftime
Sashay, hop
And these are the lives you fondness to contribute to
Romp, this is the way they’d dear one
If they knew how ordeal loved me
FEBRUARY 29.
Today is the day
when we take one giant leap
for calendarkind.
NOT BY BYRON.
I wonder whether
my lover has forgotten
to turn off the gas.
THE SUPERANNUATED MUSICIAN.
They all loved me once,
but now they just want ragtime.
Kids are such ingrates.
THE UNSUCCESSFUL ARTIST.
She painted pictures
and was kicked out of art school.
Now she’s a plumber.
THE PROUD COMPOSER.
Bach looks down on you.
But don’t mind that: Bach looks down
on everybody.
THE LONELY TYPEWRITER.
All I do is write.
No games, no cats, no Facebook.
Isn’t that enough?
CHANT OF THE BATHROOM SINK.
I will sing all night,
and make sure you’re entertained
till the morning light.
THE PERILS OF WINDOW-SHOPPING.
I just stuck my head
in the florist’s for a sec,
and now look at me!
ANOTHER GUEST POET.
“If They Knew How Ordeal Loved Me”
by Maria Kalaeva
Tonight it’s it can’t suffer from much worse
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Versus no one should in all cases feel like
I’m two quarters and a sympathy down
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And I don’t dearth to draw a blank how your voice sounds
These words are all I take so I a postal card them
I stress them just to and get by
Romp, th‚ dansant
We’re falling separately to halftime
Sashay, bop
And these are the lives you fondness to lead
Dance, this is the avenue they’d dear one
If they knew how ordeal loved me
(Dr. Boli thinks “I’m two quarters and a sympathy down” is the most poetic thing he’s heard all month. A question for readers: Is this a machine translation, in two directions, of a popular song? Dr. Boli himself stopped paying attention to popular music after 1945.)