"tbilisi" poems - Hello Poetry

Go, my friend, to Tbilisi, where the War of Roses was won. Run the mountainsides and fall into the canyons of lapsed eons. Sunk in the valley wide, past huddling of trees that open and yawn, sprinkles a misting of sunny, dewy rocks where a certain party of gypsies gather. You will only find them there after the picking of the cherry orchards, and if they welcome you, they will feed you their cherry soup. It will intoxicate, but no more than the captivating dance of cherry stained aprons you may be privileged to witness. Dark haired and dark eyed sultanas, ****** from healthy eating and laboring, do motion a curvilinear spell. Band with the men of that tribe, if they will have you. Let them choose for you, a server of cherry soup. Though cherry season is short, your life will lengthen.

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Mar 12, 2016

Mar 12, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC

pj-poesy

Cherry Soup

Go, my friend, to Tbilisi, where the War of Roses was won. Run the mountainsides and fall into the canyons of lapsed eons. Sunk in the valley wide, past huddling of trees that open and yawn, sprinkles a misting of sunny, dewy rocks where a certain party of gypsies gather. You will only find them there after the picking of the cherry orchards, and if they welcome you, they will feed you their cherry soup. It will intoxicate, but no more than the captivating dance of cherry stained aprons you may be privileged to witness. Dark haired and dark eyed sultanas, ****** from healthy eating and laboring, do motion a curvilinear spell. Band with the men of that tribe, if they will have you. Let them choose for you, a server of cherry soup. Though cherry season is short, your life will lengthen.

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Ancient Georgian ghosts be led King Vakhtang intracranial seer Saw what was inside your head Caucuses he found and ruled Iberian Legions Of The Dead You a falcon as his guide Pheasant torn in two by talons Ability to plan future by glide Vision of a challenge to balance Gripping what mind shan’t hide Persia rips upon fortress strong Anatolian wars come hither Goes on and on centuries long Great cultures die in dither Indecisive waves; washing wrong “Wolf head” King Vakhtang Gorgasali Ghoul and canonized orthodox saint Knows plight Sassanid Iranian hegemony And history will continue further taint This Rose Revolution remit cacophony

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May 28, 2016

May 28, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC

pj-poesy

Oracle Of Tbilisi

Ancient Georgian ghosts be led King Vakhtang intracranial seer Saw what was inside your head Caucuses he found and ruled Iberian Legions Of The Dead You a falcon as his guide Pheasant torn in two by talons Ability to plan future by glide Vision of a challenge to balance Gripping what mind shan’t hide Persia rips upon fortress strong Anatolian wars come hither Goes on and on centuries long Great cultures die in dither Indecisive waves; washing wrong “Wolf head” King Vakhtang Gorgasali Ghoul and canonized orthodox saint Knows plight Sassanid Iranian hegemony And history will continue further taint This Rose Revolution remit cacophony

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i met Bukowski in the empty streets of Tbilisi it was nice to see him there dead on that wall like an old friend tapping your shoulder from behind when you are busy with everything but him

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Feb 26, 2014

Feb 26, 2014 at 7:05 AM UTC

robertesque

i met Bukowski

i met Bukowski in the empty streets of Tbilisi it was nice to see him there dead on that wall like an old friend tapping your shoulder from behind when you are busy with everything but him

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the city is a distant monument to our one summer in love.

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC