Free Letter to Tanja
You would give ten of your stories
For one of my letters
Let your stories remain yours
Let the letter be free.
Here I am writing you a letter.
I think about us:
Sometimes we are like children
Rejoicing over a gift:
Honest and loud.
Once, in a serious voice
Of a good old professor
We give each other advice.
Sometimes, like old friends,
We share the memories,
And we have never met.
Sometimes like accidental companions
In a tram or an airplane
We talk about the weather.
But we never talk
As former or future lovers,
And that is the magic,
Which, if vanishes
We will no longer be poets
We will be just simple mortals.
Translation: Tanja Bulovic
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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It Is Me
He sat in his own world
writing down the stories
that came to his mind.
He never watched time,
for him there
was no time.
He wrote stories of love,
of mystery and suspense.
He wrote of everything
that popped into his head.
He was not a lonely person
as his characters kept him company.
He wrote things
for every writing sphere,
but there was one thing
he could not write
which may come as a surprise
to everyone.
He could not write a letter
no matter how hard he tried.
His mind went completely blank
whenever he tried.
Yet he could write
just about everything else.
He could write songs,
he could write stories at will.
He could write poems
on everything,
but writing a letter
was something he could not do.
Now all who read this
might take it as a joke,
but it is very true
every word I have spoke,
and how would I know that.
The answer is simple it is me.
19 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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Queen of tango
I swap ten of my stories for one letter from you.
Letter and gingerbread heart with a mirror in it.
I want to do the tango, I'm tired of chess.
We can: Hidalgo, guitar and Argentina are close
for the souls that fly across the ocean.
Chess is better: a game in which the queen checkmates the king.
But the queen wants to dance, not play.
Make a move and dance, and I'm going to watch.
The queen goes to the dance floor with a pawn.
Here is my castle shooting at your pawn.
The pawn falls; the queen is going for a new one.
The king resigns: Do not go for a new pawn, we will do the tango.
Renku poetry: Tanja Bulovic Johannesburg
Zoran Jankovic Beograd
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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Children's Stories
Children's stories seem just that,
Only stories,
Nothing more,
And nothing less,
But what we do not see,
Is that they are more,
They give children things to believe in,
They give them rules to life,
They tell them mistakes,
So they dont have to make them too,
They show them lessons,
They give reason to ways,
Childrens stories,
Give children reasons to live.
poem by Angel Lockheart
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A heart-throb and the go-between
The old man dropped his precious letter
into the isolated letter box
where it stands in the gravel road.
The notorious postman who tampers letters
comes very seldom to collect.
He found only one letter in the box
but no addressee and stamps too.
He opened the letter and read loudly.
' I am an old godforsaken man
but still not senile; good for nothing my dear.
This could be a giveaway for you.
If you read this I am sure you may excuse me.
Do you know about spiritual love?
Sometimes this letter will annoy you my sweetheart!
Take it easy honey as I am a dreamer.
I am lonely and frustrated
and I need someone with a goodwill
who comes and stay with me forever.
I'll offer you my old hammock
and I know thousands of stories
which I can read for you on full moon days
until you sleep quietly my darling.
dedication to the letter box at ' home for the elders'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Dont Talk About It
I was staring at the people
Lost and terrified
Turned and saw you smiling
My heart was terrorised
Lust among the millions
Another suicide
Chorus:
When I think that love was there
Dont wanna talk about it
Dont wanna talk about it
The pain we share
While they just talk about it
While they just talk about it
A hand reached out to touch me
A letter hit the pile
I felt my life revolving
Like fingers in a dial
Just then I stopped believing
But only for a while
When I think that love was there
Dont wanna talk about it
Dont wanna talk about it
The pain we share
While they just talk about it
While they just talk about it
When I think that love was there
Dont wanna talk about it
Dont wanna talk about it
Dont give it up
Dont count on their loving
Dont give it up, dont try
Dont give it up
Dont count on their loving
Dont give it up, dont try
Dont wanna talk about it
Dont wanna talk about it
(chorus)
When I think that love was there
I was staring at the people
Lost and terrified
Turned and saw you crying
A victim of your pride
But you are no civilian
So open up your eyes
(chorus)
song performed by by Culture Club
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We Shall Always Be Friends
Do not worry.
You will lose me.
As your lover.
But we will always
be friends.
This is what you wanted.
But remember
friends drift away
often lose touch
one parting day.
For life is too busy.
New jobs and new friends.
Take us away.
Demand our loyalty.
Commitments of time.
Eventually we often find
a new lover we need,
to fill empty spaces in life;
to become our husband
or wife; to share our life.
To build a new future with
to commit all our time with.
But we can still be friends
with old lovers?
Spare them fragments
of our time,
every few weeks
or month or yearly,
or in our thoughts
and memories,
as time rolls on by.
The odd cup of coffee, tea,
or drinks, or social functions.
Conversations on telephones
a letter or card or two.
Especially at Christmas.
Time passes and we
remain good friends.
Even though eventually
we do not see each other.
Ever again as time
takes our meetings away.
But we can still
remain friends.
As old lovers sometimes do.
But it is never the same.
It is progressive loss not gain.
But we shall always
be old friends.
Even when we shall
never meet again.
We can be
just friends.
But friends drift
apart in the end.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Wicked Postman
Why do you sit there on the floor so quiet and silent, tell me,
mother dear?
The rain is coming in through the open window, making you all
wet, and you don't mind it.
Do you hear the gong striking four? It is time for my brother
to come home from school.
What has happened to you that you look so strange?
Haven't you got a letter from father today?
I saw the postman bringing letters in his bag for almost
everybody in the town.
Only father's letters he keeps to read himself. I am sure the
postman is a wicked man.
But don't be unhappy about that, mother dear.
Tomorrow is market day in the next village. You ask your maid
to buy some pens and papers.
I myself will write all father's letters; you will not find
a single mistake.
I shall write from A right up to K.
But, mother, why do you smile?
You don't believe that I can write as nicely as father does!
But I shall rule my paper carefully, and write all the letters
beautifully big.
When I finish my writing do you think I shall be so foolish
as father and drop it into the horrid postman's bag?
I shall bring it to you myself without waiting, and letter by
letter help you to read my writing.
I know the postman does not like to give you the really nice
letters.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Give me a label
That I can carry with pride
When you are silent
haiku by Tanja Bulovic
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Lets Talk About Tomorrow
(olivia newton-john/amy sky/john capek)
Life
A gift we cannot take for granted
We gotta live it right
We are the parents of our planet
Weve touched the moon and built the final gun
If war was food we could feed everyone
Talk about the children
What will be their legacy
If they have a future
It is up to you and me
Talk about forever
For we may not have that long
Oh, its now or never
Lets talk about
Lets talk about tomorrow
Trees, animals and seas
Were all connected
They have a right to be
But they cant ask to be protected
I feel the rain--burning from the sky
We are to blame--if we just close our eyes
Talk about the children
What will be their legacy
If they have a future
It is up to you and me
Talk about forever
For we may not have that long
Oh, its now or never
Lets talk about
Lets talk about tomorrow
Its our only world
Please save us from ourselves
Talk about the children
What will be their legacy
If they have a future
It is up to you and me
Talk about forever
For we may not have that long
Oh, its now or never
Lets talk about
Lets talk about tomorrow
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Backtalk
I work all day to make a livin
No one needs
Your kind of attitude
Your sharp tongue
It cuts me like a razor
Lip service gets you nowhere
No, no, no
Back talk I dont need it
B-b-b-back talk I dont need it
No, no, no back talk
Dont want to hear it
Dont give me no back talk
Watch that temper
You watch what youre sayin
Dont talk to me
With that tone of voice
Your act is pushin me
To the limit
Cant stand it, cant stand it
Cant take it any more
Dont wont back talk
I dont need it
Dont give me back talk
I dont want to hear it
Dont give me back talk
Dont need it, no
I believe you enjoy
This aggravation
Lately thats all I get from you
You were born to drive me crazy
Cant take it, cant take it any more from you
No, no more
Back talk, I dont need it
Back talk, I dont need it
Back talk, dont want to hear it
Dont give me no back talk
Sassy back talk
Dont give me no sassy back talk
No I dont want to hear it
No dont really need it
No dont give me no
Give me no dont you give me no
song performed by by Journey
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Irrational fear
Gripped me in the middle of
Writing a haiku
haiku by Tanja Bulovic
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Dont Talk To Strangers
When you were just a young girl and still in school
How come you never learned the golden rule
Dont talk to strange men, dont be a fool
Im hearing stories, I dont think thats cool
Why dont you tell me, someone is loving you
Cause youre my girl, some say its no longer true
Youre seeing some slick continental dude
Im begging you, please
Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you talk
Dont talk to strangers, you know hell only use you up
Dont talk, dont talk, dont talk,
Dont talk, dont talk to him
Nobody, talk, nobody, ever told you, dont talk
Now tell me, hows life in the big city
I hear the competitions tough, baby thats a pity
And every mans an actor, every girl is pretty
I dont like whats getting back to me
Now whos this, don juan Ive been hearing of
Love hurts when only ones in love
Did you fall at first sight or did you need a shove
Im begging you, please
Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you talk
Dont talk to strangers, you know hell only use you up
Dont talk, dont talk, dont talk,
Dont talk, dont talk to him
Nobody, talk, nobody ever told you, dont talk
*fais lamour avec moi (*make love to me)
Whats he saying baby
*viens dormir, mon amour (*come to sleep my love)
I asked you not to talk to him
*je taime donne moi ton coeur ce soir (*i like you to give me your heart this night)
Im begging you
Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you talk
Dont talk to strangers, you know hell only use you up
Dont talk, dont talk, dont talk,
Dont talk, dont talk to him
Nobody, talk, nobody ever told you, dont talk
Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you talk
Dont talk to strangers, you know hell only use you up
Dont talk to strangers, baby dont you,
Baby dont you talk,
Dont talk to strangers
song performed by by Rick Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Will Tell Them Everthing
If they ask me:
From where you are?
I will say: see,
Here is my star.
If they ask me:
Where are you going?
I will say:
To my home.
But
If anybody asks me:
Why i'm standing here;
I will say:
Why do you care,
This is my place
Under the sun,
Where my body
Makes shadow
To one that will
Never come.
I will tell them everything
(Dedicated to collection of Florie/Translation from Serbian: Tanja Bulovic)
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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Letter body
Everything is there in th letter
And the letter has no letter.
Your body is a letter
You have to read and float
And go further and further.
Are you feeling comfortable?
Have you ever enjoyed your sleep?
You are not at rest
And not seen your body yet
The most valuable gift given to you.
You have not kept the body
In good condition
And the body is taking your care
Read the body read the letter of the body
And go with the body to understand the letter
And make yourself ready to get the nector.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Freedom
'Freedom' means you're willing
to give up all
'Want to be free? '
then give up your parents
your dog and cat
'Want to taste freedom? '
quit your job
burn your car
'Really free! '
give away your money
and your children
'Keep nothing! no possessions! '
obsessions...
no truths, no lies
no alibies
'Want to be complety free! '
Give up your life
everyone in someway is a slave or
they're not around to talk about it
poem by Midnights Voice
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Most politicians - those people who live, eat and breathe politics - like to sit around and talk about politics and tell political war stories. Reagan didn't do that. His war stories were movie war stories and Hollywood war stories. He loved that.
quote by Lyn Nofziger
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50 Years Later
I have no letter to show you my son
Said the modern father to his
Postmodern son.
Epistolary novel is a form of past
Why are you worried about such
Trivial matters like letter?
Asked the modern father to his
Postmodern son.
I got sms in my message box
I got mails in my pc
And deleted to make way to
New ones
Nothing remains forever dear
Said the proud father to his son.
I read about letters in little mags
My friends say it was really amazing
To share thoughts, feelings
Through letters
But you have nothing to show me
Ha! It's really very sad!
You should have some letters dad!
Said the postmodern son.
poem by Amitabh Roy
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Stories
Through every window, we look out
what we see on the other side
holds many stories waiting to unfold.
Stories of great achievements
within someone’s life.
Stories of gathering love
found with in open arms.
Stories of perusing heartaches
where someone has gone away.
Stories a million fold
that surround every living thing.
Stories we are not aware of,
but happen before our eyes.
Stories to share with all
from those who can see them unfold.
The next time you look out a window
try and see what is really there,
the stories that are everywhere.
26 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Stories
If you were alive today
what stories woud you tell me?
Stories of what it's like without me
or of what comes after this?
Or would you hold back
all those things
and play upon my heartstrings,
then give me one more kiss?
I've often wondered if there is
a memory lane for lovers
where thought and memory covers
all our times of bliss?
If you were alive today
those stories you would bring me
would thrill me and please me
Your stories I still miss.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Coincidence
Coincidence is:
When you are white and I am black,
When you are small and I am tall,
When you are young and I am old,
When you're beautiful and I am ugly.
But when you are next to me
Those are dangerous intentions.
It is best that all
This is left as
Sheer coincidence.
Translation by Tanja Bulovic
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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