Alexei's Poetry

[Alexei & Kryii]

Right now, mostly all locked in the dead computer.

But, I have two, I think, I can give. The first is my lament about losing all of my work until the comp is fixed:

Every story, each poem
GONE
Locked in a hulk of black plastic
Away from my desperate cries
WHY?
Why?
why?


And this, The Death of the Moth, was written after reading Virgina Woolf's essay of the same title, and with a broa, happy tip of the hat in her direction. I'll try to make it match the final, but I'm taking it off of a handwritten earlier draft, so I may need to amend it later. Bah.

Dusted wings on mottled glass
Feathered feelers aflutter.
Zip and zag and jump and flash
Across the window pane.

Under the sky, while rooks's net dips,
The farmer plows his field;
Down the little haymoth slips,
His beating heart slow,
So slow.

Up in pathetic burst again
To fall upon bent and folded wing,
Helpless in golden sunlight's sin
Upon the daywarmed sill.

As Patroclus fought unto ruin, say;
Or Heactor; Or the Spartans
At noble, bloody Thermaplyæ:<br>He struggles to his feet once more
And dies.

[rave & phair]

The moth one is wonderful. Best poem I've read all week.

[Kamy]

pretty good. ill try to get mine on sometime.

[cock of teh walk]

das goot.

[Spiral Sun]

Alexei said:

As Patroclus fought unto ruin, say;
Or Heactor; Or the Spartans
At noble, bloody Thermaplyæ:<br>He struggles to his feet once more
And dies.

I've done a unit on the Spartans for my final exams in Ancient history, this has reminded me of some Spartan-related homework I need to do I hate homework!

Lovely poem, The Death of a Moth one. I like the idea of "Dusted wings on mottled glass" makes it sound so tranquil and peaceful for some reason ^-^

[Alexei & Kryii]

*blush* Tankies for the wonderful comments.

Only have one today. It was for a school assignment yesterday; write a poem/song against WWII.

Wait. This does not mean anything like pro-Hitler. Imagine you are in the 1920's and you hear talk of another world war-- and you remember what it was like last time. So you write about that. Thus, it is more a 20s or 30s ANTIWAR poem than one against, specifically, the war we NOW call WWII.

I was trying to think of a title, but then I decided that it needs none. I want it to go untitled, because there is no word, phrase that can sum it up. Hell, the poem does no justice to the idea. Enjoy.

Untitled
When the bass drum beats again,
With rum and tum and BOOM,
And off to war again we march
Take a moment to remember:
Remember good ol' doughboys,
Bogged in fields of wheat;
Remember weeping mothers
crying into our flag;
Remember rivlets of blood and
Bodiless legs lying alone in the mud.
Thump, tap, BOOM!
Farewall son, father, brother, friend;
I will remember.
I will remember.


EDIT: Right, then. Last night, couldn't sleep. So I wote this. It is about characters in one of my stories, but I used Alexei for the rhyme. I couldn't get a comprable effect rhyming with Sasha. *shrug* Oh, well. Enjoy, I s'pose.

Plea of the Dead Lover

Alexandre, my Alexei,
Tell me you will not forget me!

Kalos, Kalos, lift your chin
And weep not o'er what has been!
Your bare shoulders shake tonight--
With dawn know I'm alright.
My love, I shall never leave you!

Ai Shiteru, Erosmenos,
What I'd give to hold you close:
I'd leave my soul to brush your lips.
Alas, that life from me has slipped.
And, before even God am I ture!

But life still you have within,
So ever loving me's a sin.
I know it hurts, but walk away.
And Lord, shall I ever rue today,
For I ask what I myself fain would do.

Oh, Alexandre, my Alexei,
Would you could forget me!

[Zen]

Those are absolutely beautiful. I'm pure dead jealous, I am. o.o

[Annie]

Wonderful =)

I ,too, especially like the 'dusted wings on mottled glass' For some reason, it puts me in the mind of my childhood running around my grandparent's house on a summer day. And of a book I read in the 6th grade during TAKS. Wait...Or was it TAAS? (TAAS is Texas Assesment of ....something. TAKS is Texas Asessment of Knowledge and Skills. I like those tests. They are actually easier than tests I take in the classes. ^^)

Anywho, lovely poems those are. *nods*

[Tyrannus et Callida]

These poems are very good, and there's a distinct style. Good job.

Hannah said:

(TAAS is Texas Assesment of ....something.)

Possibly the second 'A' is 'Academic' or some other form of the word? 'S' could be 'Skills' yet again.

[Zen]

Ah, skills. Nice memories of Napoleon Dynamite, there. XD

I had to take the BST - Basic Skills Test. xX It made me die.