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Sep 2013 · 916
The Wealth of Love
Gleb Zavlanov Sep 2013
I once was of my life afraid
    Each day was bitter vice
Beneath the snows of cruel fate
    I cried, my tears to ice

Froze up and then they gathered near
    Beneath stars, icy-cold
But when cordial, she did appear
    She turned my woes to gold

And gave me the large nugget, bright
    And kissed my heart and cheek
And turned to mellow morn the night
   And warm all those once bleak

And I awoke to streaming light
    And freshest scent of spring
For wealth of love, most sweet and bright
    It gave me everything
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
Sep 2013 · 746
The Bear
Gleb Zavlanov Sep 2013
Throughout the crowd of tulips, free
    And clovers bright and sweet
Walks on with air of royalty
    The bear on heavy feet

His swaying beard a nest of brown
    His soft cape flowing free
Spots he a flare, as he walks down
    The flare of the poppy

Sweet and rich the deep, red hue
    As carries on its scent
But then the honey wafts on through
    And for it search he went

And found a hive of buzzing bees
    And plucked it down from up there
And ate beneath the shady trees
    This lazy, bossy bear
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
Gleb Zavlanov Sep 2013
Pure and cold as northern ice
    Yet naked as a tender flame
On golden shores beneath the skies
    I waited long but ne’er she came

Throughout the mellow morn and day
    And on the silent shore, alone
In the night when mists passed gray
    Through which the gentle moonbeams shone

But never arrived, never she came
    And snuffed gone lively once that burned
Love’s tender, warm and flickering flame
    For love has left and ne’er returned

And long I stood upon the shore
    Beneath the passing days and skies
Naked as a tender flame
    Pure and cold as northern ice
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
Aug 2013 · 684
Broken Is the Love of Mine
Gleb Zavlanov Aug 2013
I sit alone in darkest dread
    My pale heart is bitter cold
Upon my chest lies a rose, dead
    And gray and dry and withered old

I hear the knell of dark life sung
    By each unseen, unheard reaper
At times I’m old although I’m young
    For I lost touch of love from her

My angst is dark, my angst is bright
    My angst is just as bittersweet
As all in all in wrong and right
    From moments, quick when we did meet

We had quarrels, both white and true
    We lived in blackest harmony
But all in all in heart and mew
    There’s dark time and bright agony

But as it turns out e’er to be
    Bright agony won over time
And lost am I for lost is she
    For broken is the love of mine
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
Aug 2013 · 3.9k
Hopelessness
Gleb Zavlanov Aug 2013
I’m left with no one to talk to,
with none to ever share
Only my blackened heart to feel,
the crouching, gray despair

I want to shout, to scream for help,
but I don’t have a voice
My soul is left in darkest void
without a single choice

The shadows whisper at my name,
they want to get along
They sing for me, and cry for me
a very woeful song

But I don’t care, I never heed
I know it’s now too late
To fix my very crippled life
And untwine my twined fate

It’s gone now, I failed all of it
I left it, I did shun
Leaving it to rot and to die
And wither cold and wan…
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
Aug 2013 · 794
A Silver Trout
Gleb Zavlanov Aug 2013
There are dry worms, all lying dead
    By dry a solemn brook
And there I hooked onto a thread
    A worm stabbed with a hook

I threw it in the stream’s dry jaw
    And caught a silver fish
And severed it and ate it raw
    And made a sullen wish

And then I placed the small trout, dead
    Into the earth below
And suddenly I heard ahead
    A warm yet chill wind blow

And called my name a maiden fair
    To come beckoning me
And disappeared mid the bright air
    And left pure destiny:

A golden ship with silver beam
    I set my sailing out
Thanks to the barren, dried-out stream
    Thanks to this silver trout

Thanks to the maiden who appeared
    When I ate the fish, bright
And to my fate, my wish adhered
    I rose to once--impossible height
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013

A poem about destiny
Aug 2013 · 519
Sonnet I
Gleb Zavlanov Aug 2013
Ye thorn, and jagged rock who blocks my way
Repentant sighs heard behind thy black wall
Open thine impervious path, ghosts away
To escape to love’s freedom, one and all
For once they were trapped within love’s remorse
A second chance they deserve at love and life
So quit thy play, open thine ashen doors
And offer them air, fruit of choices, rife
So they may wade in sweet the curling brine
Of the sea of liberty whose waters flock
Most sweet and cool to touch, in soul, divine
Open thine ashen doors, ye jagged rock
    So they may taste the juice of chances, sweet
    Free thy doors, ye rock shagg’d with dying ****
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
Aug 2013 · 729
Hatred Is the Death of Me
Gleb Zavlanov Aug 2013
Dark hate has seared within my soul
With rancid smell of burning flesh
A terrible and pitch-black hole
In hatred’s vines, me to enmesh
So I’ll feel trapped forever more
Entangled in a thorny net
Escape to joy, I’ll nevermore
By hate’s infernal dark kismet
Anger within my mind has cut
A rotting wound, a ****, most wide
Shadows to anger’s cell have brought
A lace constricting all inside
I sit alone, e’er so dreading
For letting love flee far from hate
Black morn tomorrow my heading
Away to hell’s infernal fate
And birds of joy and bliss galore
Shall never on the soft air fly
To take me out my prison door
Here with hate, alone I’ll die
Never to heal my injury
For hatred is the death of me….
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013

Just a poem about the dangers of hate
Gleb Zavlanov Aug 2013
It struck me hard, yet I’m not dead
I’ll only forge beyond ahead
And never lose my ground, my stance
To bludgeoning of circumstance

It stuck its blade, it tried to ****
And let blood drip from my heart’s will
But though my soul was slightly bent
To bludgeoning of incident

Never did I to it give in
Instead I’ve forged ahead to win
At last it struck with sharp his lance
And took me down, this circumstance

And let me bleed, its shrill laughter
My woes, my thoughts of dole after
Belittled me to nothing more
Till I dropped wan and cold and sore

Yet gave up, ne’er before I’ve done
And tried I to rise like morn’s sun
And with my light I veered from sight
All circumstance and dark its might

And then I stood and with my blade
I did knick-knack and brought the fate
That long I waited ever thence
The death of darkest circumstance
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
Aug 2013 · 866
The Thirst Of Spring
Gleb Zavlanov Aug 2013
The solemn trees stand bare and dry
In misery, immersed
The angels, o’er the heavens high
Shed tears to quench their thirst

Once all Earth cried in pain for life
Each angel shed a tear
From gray the clouds to end such strife
Endured in winters ere’

And blessed the trees that now stand tall
Renewed for now they drank
For Heavens high, the angels all
In renewal now they thank

Once again when winter, arrives
And knocks on spring’s bright door
And the winds, sharp, life all deprives
The angels shed once more

To quench the thirst of the deprived
Each dried and parched-out leaf  
The thirst of spring that had arrived
And brought upon relief
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013
Aug 2013 · 672
Jazz
Gleb Zavlanov Aug 2013
Most its merry, little rhymes
Every joyous, little beat
Make me hop and dance in joy
And tap to with my feet

A little syncopation
Every little thing within
Turn my heart an airy white
As I beam and as I grin

The piano's white and lambent
The Sax ***** in delight
The drums give a little jingle
The music's great and bright

And Jazz shall never die or wane
But live in every heart
It gives life to all life itself
An unparalleled form of art
Copyright Gleb Zavlanov 2013

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