Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Helsinki, (or Helsingfors to the Swedes,
and Khelsinki to the Russians),
is a city completed, calm in its prosperity.
To the first impression: a Playmobil set,
or an architect’s computer generation.
Everything costs Euros, and everyone is balanced.

At a barbecue that night,
Kata, a Finnish friend of a friend of a friend,
said “a Russian is still a Russian,
even if he’s fried in butter,”
and we laughed together.

The next morning, on the train Sibelius,
we sped through the crisp and ordered Finnish countryside,
and I try to imagine Russian troops,
in WWII, marching en masse down the roads,
across the fields.

It’s impossible to picture –
maybe for a reason.
The mind lives in dim refusal,
of all such things calamitous.

Coming into Russia, the train slows, and stops.
Russian immigration agents coldly check our passports.
More agents come on board, customs this time,
and check again, then search my bag.

We cross the border,
and enter vast and stoic Russia.
Everything’s run down and crumbling.
The signs are in Cyrillic.
A lost soul wanders on a dirt road.
The train slows, creaking on the dry iron.
Then it stops completely.
The afternoon sun warms the car,
streaming between the northern pines.
A young woman talks quietly on her phone in Russian,
then hangs up, and
and no one else speaks at all.

Russia is silent
with the burden of history.

We who visit can observe,
but never really know.
Maxim Keyfman Jun 2018
I'm on my way
I'm walk in rain
I'm on my way
I'm walk in rain

Across a Novorossiysk
Across a Moscow
Across a Novossibirsk
Across a Russia

I'm on my way
I'm walk in rain
Today was sunny day
A now rain

A now rain
A now rain


I'm on my way          
I'm walk in rain
I'm on my way
I'm walk in rain

Across a Novorossiysk
Across a Moscow    
Across a Novossibirsk    
Across a Russia

2016
Neon Beaches May 2018
My little astroman
You float through the empty
A tiny white
Against a giant blue,
A beautiful diamond in an infinite black
It is free
It is alive
It is wonderful
It is Earth

However...

My little astroman,
Utterly alone
With no one by your side
Sit and watch
As the world
Burns

In an instant
With blinding brilliance
A once Beautiful diamond
Has become grey coal
For this gem is marked with fury and fire

The world blazes,
it’s charred throat too burnt to scream
It’s eyes to seared too see

My little astroman
You know you will never go back
Never see the red
Nor feel the green
Never hear the birds
Nor taste the air

...you reach out...

My little astroman
no longer do you have a home
My little astroman,
Now, do you float alone
MARK RIORDAN Apr 2018
THE WHOLE WORLD IS WATCHING
FOR RUSSIA'S RESPONSE ABOUT SYRIA
AMERICA FRANCE AND THE UK
ARE DEFINITELY CREATING HYSTERIA




THE WHOLE WORLD IS ANNALYSING
THE CHEMICAL WEAPONS REACTION
WHAT IS RUSSIA GOING TO DO
IN RETALIATION TO THIS ACTION




ARE WE COMMENTING ON THE
END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW
WHAT IS RUSSIA GOING TO DO
RUSSIA WILL GIVE IT A GOOD GO
THE WHOLE WORLD IS BRINGING IN PROFESSIONALS TO GIVE THEIR OPINION ON THE SYRIA CRISIS. I HAVE BEEN WATCHING SO MUCH CHAT ON THIS ISSUE.
Terry Collett Mar 2018
When you returned they
Were waiting for you:
A man and woman
In black clothes, with that

Officialism
About them, that look
Of eyes and stance. Your
Clothes had gone; the oak

Wardrobe and chest of
Draws had been emptied.
There were only the
Clothes laid on the bed:

A grey dress, stockings,
Underwear, an old
Cardigan. Put those
On, the woman said,

Pointing to the bed.
In front of him? You
Said, indicating
The man. The man turned

To face the window,
His hands clutched behind
His ramrod back like
An angry father.

The woman stood and
Watched you undress then
Dress again in an
Icy silence, then

Took the clothes you had
Taken off and placed
Them in a bag at
Her feet. The man turned

Around and grunted
At you to walk to
The door. What of my
Children? They are at

School, you said. They are
No more your concern,
The woman replied,
Pushing you towards

The door. Stealing rye
Is a crime, the man
Said. My children were
Starving, you replied.

Are your children then
Special? What of the
Other children of
The State? If all stole,

Where would the country
Be? You looked up at
The dull wall as you
Walked towards the door,

Stalin’s eyes followed
You from his cheaply
Framed photo above
The bed. Was there cold

Humour there? Or was
It just a trick of
Light playing with your
Eyes and heart and head?
2010 poem
MARK RIORDAN Feb 2018
PRESIDENT TRUMP RUSSIA DID HELP
TO GET YOU INTO THE BIG HOUSE
NOW PRESIDENT TRUMP TELL US THE TRUTH
THEY KREPT AROUND LIKE A LITTLE MOUSE



COULD HILLARY OF WON AND
BEEN AMERICAS NEW LEADER
PRESIDENT  TRUMP TELL US THE TRUTH
WAS RUSSIA THE MYSTERIOUS INTRUDER



HOW CAN YOU BE PRESIDENT NOW
KNOWING ALL THIS TOOK PLACE
PRESIDENT TRUMP TELL US THE TRUTH
BEFORE YOU FALL FROM GOOD GRACE



HILLARY THE FIRST MADAM PRESIDENT
IT IS PROVEN RUSSIA DID ASSIST IN GUIDING THE 2016 ELECTION INDICTMENTS HAVE BEEN ISSUED. THE BIG QUESTION NOW SHOULD HILLARY OF BEEN PRESIDENT I SUPPOSE WE WILL NEVER KNOW NOW WILL WE.
Next page