Vicious Pages and Noble Inspiration.

PAGES

The stench of wars has rendered our

Nostrils breathless;

Look out into the verdant fields:

They are all Septic with vermin;

These beings have built a verruca

Of verve upon memories;

The living victims are tempted to

Use scalpels of vengeance;

But, reprisal is only a palliation used by

These unskilled surgeons;

The pages of history, like vertigo have blurred

Our sense of fair play;

Bloodbaths only make us victims

Let us suture our bleeding wounds

With the catgut of love!

Photo credit: Tirachard Kumtanom.

INSPIRATION

We shall dance when the sun drums

On our fibers;

Vesta mourns her hearth which we had

Left Cold;

To say warmth ascends the spiral contours

Of the heart, only the Venus-inspired can

Ejaculate the Eros-tunes;

The orgies of drunkenness, the mayhem of

Feeling unloved, are two gravities frolicking

With us;

This new dawn will elevate our spirits

Beyond the misty thresholds;

And we shall be inspired to speak

And we shall be illumined to act

From our hallowed noble thoughts;

Humanity shall then be noble again.

These two poems were featured on medium and can be accessed there via https://medium.com/@mikhailikpoma/pages-55278ff1fca7 and https://medium.com/@mikhailikpoma/inspiration-78e20d05258e