tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12029626245019263152023-07-18T06:06:22.733+01:00sex and drugs and zouk!sex is good. so are drugs. well not all of them. and not all sex is always good (if you're a male homosexual, prison sex is definitely not good). the same is true for music. in particular zouk music. some is good, some is bad. so are some of my posts. hence. sex, drugs and contemporary classical music. my posts.laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11733161039663010972noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-21727712345220723542014-05-25T23:49:00.000+01:002014-05-27T18:13:10.950+01:00mind-meanderings<div class="poem">
<br><br><bR>
trying somehow<br>
to put together a set of words to describe<br>
the sensations<br>
of floating<br>
<br>
<br>
the sounds of tree, of water<br>
and of hand and paddle<br>
<br>
the sweet flow of movement <br>
never quite straight<br>
never quite random<br>
<br>
a sense of direction<br>
and a path guided by curiosity<br>
<br>
(a what if, a where, where-from, where-to)<br>
<br>
just looking at the treeline and asking<br>
where is this sound coming from?<br>
<br>
(a distant hope of seeing a beaver<br>
knowing that this is beaver territory<br>
<br>
or a hopeless attempt at seeing black grouse <br>
performing their mating rituals in the evening)<br>
<br>
finding it hard to put into words<br>
the smallest of things<br>
the beauties that<br>
might not even be worth making into a poem<br>
but which make living such a worthwile thing<br>
<br><br>
just<br>
being here<br>
immersed<br>
in the fragile sounds<br>
of an almost silence<br>
(but never quite).<br>
<br><br><br><bR>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-68531065549692807992014-05-03T03:48:00.000+01:002014-05-27T18:08:46.427+01:00sunset things<div class="poem"><br><br><br>
yesterday, at sunset<br>
I somehow forgot the names of things<br>
<br>
but it wasn't scary<br>
because I still had<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:41px">memories</span><br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:54px">of moving</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:72px">of dancing</span><br>
<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:46px">of small, almost-nothing moments</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:62px">of an early morning</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:62px">lips touching (tenuto)</span><br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:26px">and you</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:33px">so gently on me</span><br>
<br>
<br>
and suddenly, all I want<br>
is to slide my face in yours<br>
you to pull my hair just a bit too much<br>
<br>
and smile, as we delay a kiss<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:39px">and -for a moment-</span><br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:23px">to forget</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:17px">the names of things</span><br>
<br><br><br><bR>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-36874307922402999872014-03-31T09:25:00.001+01:002014-03-31T09:25:31.845+01:00fast-forward to here <div class="poem">
<br>
<br>
<bR><bR><br>
<br><br>
word-spring<br>
whispering caresses<br>
in blackbirdsong, sunsetpink<br>
and smellofwet<br>
<br>
now then, here -<br>
life is too big a word<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">for</span><br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:38px">the haiku-</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:85px">beauties</span><br>
<br>
of just nothing of<br>
a moment<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:10px">this spring morning</span><br><br>
<span style="padding-left:6px">and this one</span><br><br><br>
<span style="padding-left:2px">and this one.</span><br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-2199055462047569732014-03-19T08:05:00.002+00:002014-03-19T08:08:20.217+00:00early spring<div class="poem">
<br><br><br>
sunrise, a few clouds -<br>
a beautiful spring morning<br>
to look at the snow!<br>
<bR><br><br><br>
</div>
laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-13267322552380130512014-03-19T07:58:00.003+00:002014-03-19T07:58:57.150+00:00opening and closing<div class="poem">
<br><br><bR>
to unravel the kisses of life
<br><br>
one lover at a time<br>
<br>
<br>
(a universe talented<br>
<span style="padding-left:10px">at teasing)</span><br><br><br><br>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-85177489564860154232014-02-22T13:49:00.000+00:002014-02-22T13:49:23.293+00:00friday evening<div class="poem">
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:18px">a lover</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:40px">humming the beginning of a song</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:5px">its words perfectly irremembered - </span><br>
<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:40px">what a waste of a moment</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:84px">to think about love.</span><br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-10748997478364063452013-12-22T09:41:00.000+00:002014-01-26T10:12:55.718+00:0021.12.13<div class="poem" style="padding-left:80px">
<br><br><bR><br><br>
fresh snow on pine trees<br>
nothing but a late birdsong - <br>
mid-winter calmness<br>
<br><br><bR><br>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-76642559960485648832013-12-08T09:29:00.000+00:002013-12-22T09:31:25.765+00:00part 2<div class="poem">
<br>
rascal me<br>
I was trying to write the shortest poem<br>
only to wake up this morning<br>
and find my heart smiling<br>
realising no poem would be shorter<br>
than when –eyes closed– I pull you a little closer<br>
<span style="padding-left:50px">to whisper on your lips</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:50px">almost nothing</span><br>
(oh, that sweet fragile warmth of morning closeness)<br>
<br><br><br>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-74932184102153240452013-12-08T09:28:00.000+00:002013-12-22T09:29:10.498+00:00part 1<div class="poem">
<br><br>
a memory of you crept under my dreams earlier<br>
stared intently<br>
almost demanding I let go and<br>
<span style="padding-left:100px">fall into some half-remembered story</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:100px">beneath your pillow</span><br>
and so I'm taken, lying next to you<br>
we take a moment – we smile into each other's eyes<br>
(a stolen hour, a perhaps-gift)<br>
<br>
and then you're gone<br>
<br>
(I don't know why, but this is how much you disarm me<br>
<span style="padding-left:130px">like this, you disarm me)</span>
<br><br>
<br /></div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-5878687963494583422013-11-12T06:56:00.002+00:002013-11-12T06:56:47.886+00:00two of us<div class="poem">
<br><br><br>
life threw a crystal vase at us<br><br>
<br>
and we<br>
hands-in-pockets we<br>
caught mid-sentence, unprepared<br>
<br>
a split second too hesitant - <br>
the vase, now, a million shards between us<br>
<br>
like a joke that didn’t quite work<br>
an uneasy moment of what-do-we-do-now<br>
<br>
(nobody gave me a handbook<br>
on how to be human)<br>
<br>
all I know<br>
is I want to feel my heart<br>
skip a beat<br>
as we lift our gaze<br>
and meet each other<br>
and smile wryly<br>
<br>
and tacitly agree to catch it<br>
catch the next one<br>
knowing that all we need<br>
is to spend more time<br>
talking less<br>
in that delicate hinterland<br>
between touch<br>
and poetry<br>
<br>
<br>
<br><br>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-35681033774228452652013-09-15T15:52:00.001+01:002014-02-20T12:07:42.231+00:00love's confusing joy<div class="poem">
<br><br><br>
like a late summer sunset's gentle light<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">lands on the leaves of some birch</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">preparing for autumn</span><br>
<br>
like a gull caresses the wind<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">and glides, not quite seriously towards</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">not quite somewhere</span><br>
<br>
I want to hold you and touch you<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">let my fingers run across the skin of your naked back</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">feel your heart in my eyes and say</span><br>
<br>
almost nothing<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">and slowly, vaguely, melt in that intense lack of words</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">that no song prepared me for</span><br>
<br>
no poem offered to help me understand<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">how to untangle your loving eyes</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">from mine</span><br>
<br>
oh how endless that moment will be<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">an ecstasy of soft sensations</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">the heart's subtle fireworks</span><br>
<br>
and that little space between us<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">all the magic of the world is there</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">glimpsed at in those small hours of the evening</span><br>
<br>
between an almost-kiss<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">and a half-whispered goodbye</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">that memory of tomorrow sits in my fragile words</span><br>
<br>
as I try (oh, believe me I try!)<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">to figure out what this is all about</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">but I can't</span><br>
<br>
all I know is I want to hold you<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">to hold you deep in my arms, and our moment</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">to be a metaphor for something more real</span><br>
<br>
a poetry of life<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">danced in each other's hearts</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">(unspoken)</span><br>
<br><br><br><br><br>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-26671134683989822712013-07-21T08:59:00.000+01:002013-07-21T08:59:24.796+01:00blue<div class="poem">
<br>
<br>
<br>
I have reasons to believe blue must be a lonely colour.<br>
<br>
Not only because it is the colour of the sky, the sea, of such vastness that no other colour can compete against.<br>
Not even because it is the colour of sadness. (one has the "blues", not the "greens")<br>
<br>
But rather, I think that blue is a lonely colour<br>
mostly because<br>
<br>
<br>
it was the last colour to be named.<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-37657252884945613362013-07-21T08:50:00.003+01:002013-07-21T08:56:15.262+01:00composition<div class="poem">
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 20px;">the spacing</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 44px;">of</span><br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 136px;">words</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 58px;">an invitation</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 176px;">to</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 190px;">surprise</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 142px;">lost</span><br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 12px;">(</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 28px;">in</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 82px;">the</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 56px;">)</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 124px;">maze of</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 44px;">meaning..</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 98px;">where</span><br />
<span style="padding-left: 94px;">is</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 58px;">the</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 46px;">honest beauty</span><span style="padding-left: 40px;">of</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 144px;">simply</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 66px;">arranging </span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="padding-left: 164px;">things?</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div>
laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-10762508660112272502013-07-01T15:39:00.000+01:002013-07-08T10:41:51.080+01:00serendipity<div class="poem">
<br>
<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">a familiar little melancholy kicks in</span><br>
<br>
like the last couple of puffs of a joint being passed around<br>
<span style="padding-left:42px">a group of good friends</span><br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">now it's just my turn</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:42px">(nothing more, nothing less)</span><br>
<br>
the tips of my fingers tingling with reality<br>
as memories gently stir that line between the conscious<br>
<span style="padding-left:93px">and the unconscious</span><br>
<br>
<br>
like a half-remembered song<br>
<span style="padding-left:27px">sitting somewhere between your lips</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:142px">and nothing</span><br>
<br>
<br>
it's as if I made eye contact with the city<br>
<span style="padding-left:43px">for the first time</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:14px">and fallen in love (again)</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:30px">with its every move</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:43px">its every smile</span><br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:14px">the way it sleeps</span><br>
<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:25px">the harrowing complexities accompanying</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:25px">the feeling of leaving a place</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:45px">that's just started feeling like home</span><br>
<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:25px">(daydreaming about London</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:45px">in London.)</span><br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-45641600876733205812013-06-06T23:14:00.000+01:002013-06-08T13:27:26.296+01:00jungfruskar - part ii<div class="poem">
<br><br><br><bR>
<br><Br><br><br><bR><br><br>
life – but in the end<br>
the only thing that matters<br>
clarity of mind.<br>
<br><br><bR><bR><br><br>
<br><br><br><br><br><br>
</div>
laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-30538816154561011332013-06-06T23:02:00.000+01:002013-06-16T15:25:23.725+01:00jungfruskar - part i<div class="poem">
<br><br><br><bR>
<br><Br><br><br><bR>
we think we're lucky –<br>
look at the swallows! they sing<br>
they dance in the air<br>
<br><br><bR><bR><br><br>
<br><br>
</div>
laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-43896368735437812692013-03-16T17:33:00.000+00:002013-03-16T17:33:05.706+00:00when life gives you wings<div class="poem">
<br><br>
<br><br>
πλάκα έχει να'χεις φτερά<br>
<br><br>
<span style="padding-left:45px">νά'ρθω μαζί σου?</span><br>
<br><br>
<br><br>
<br><br>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-7702223544118225102013-02-03T19:13:00.000+00:002013-02-24T19:38:04.103+00:00a thief knows a thief<div class="poem">
<br>
<br>
λαδωμένα τα χέρια μου<br>
με ελληνική φιλοξενία<br>
<br>
ένα χαμόγελο αμυδρά<br>
χαράζει στην καρδιά μου<br>
<br>
τις λεπτές (σχεδόν αόρατες)<br>
έννοιες μιας αρετής<br>
<br>
που αναγνωρίζει κανείς<br>
σε κάποιου αγνώστου την ματιά<br>
<br>
αργά το βράδυ -<br>
σαν έναν κλέφτη που γνωρίζει<br>
<br>
τον άλλο χωρίς να ειπωθεί<br>
(τίποτα).<br><br>
<br><br>
<br><br>
<br>
<br /></div>
laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-12870369955201981442012-12-14T19:06:00.000+00:002013-02-24T19:07:10.986+00:00my beauty<div class="poem">
<Br>
<Br>
unlocking little beauties<Br>
revealing the hidden<Br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">interstices between</span><Br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">words</span><Br>
<Br>
<Br>
like discerning<Br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">some time ago</span><Br>
the different smiles<Br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">of a lover's lips.</span><Br>
<br><br><bR><br>
<br /></div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-52954133169082778762012-09-28T23:21:00.000+01:002012-10-01T15:07:58.230+01:00nowhere<div class="poem">
<br><bR><br><br><br>
a life full of<br>
<span style="padding-left:44px">elsewhere</span>
<br><br>
<span style="padding-left:8px">is everywhere</span>
<br><br>
<span style="padding-left:8px">but here.</span>
<br><br>
<br><br>
<br><br>
</div>
laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-74660813315714843892012-09-26T14:38:00.000+01:002012-10-01T15:05:01.763+01:00(kiss)<div class="poem">
<br><br>
<span style="padding-left:10px">hold<br></span>
<span style="padding-left:10px">her heart<br></span>
<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:30px">in your eyes<br></span>
<br>
<br>
<br>
and<br>
<span style="padding-left:7px">whisper<br></span>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:62px">the first word<br></span>
<span style="padding-left:54px">of a secret<br></span>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:24px">(a little<br></span>
<span style="padding-left:42px">exploration<br></span>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<span style="padding-left:42px">of silence.)<br></span>
<br><br><br>
</div>
laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-70111956494317319282012-08-21T14:58:00.001+01:002012-08-21T14:58:45.341+01:00living<div class="poem">
<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
to pine for the blithe spirit<br/>
<span style="padding-left:30px">of childhood spring<br/></span>
<br/>
<span style="padding-left:30px">a soul's tatters<br/></span>
mingling with the sound of rain –<br/>
<br/>
<span style="padding-left:30px">appropriating such memories<br/></span>
<span style="padding-left:30px">in a futile attempt<br/></span>
<br/>
to avoid realising the truth of things:<br/>
<span style="padding-left:70px">the moment is all you have.<br/></span>
<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
<br /></div>
laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-55838212199282329822012-07-13T11:09:00.001+01:002012-07-13T11:13:57.203+01:00delicious<div class="poem">
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
happiness is <br>
to delight<br>
in a little gecko<br>
<br>
enjoying a moth<br>
for dinner<br>
<br>
under the stars.<br>
<br>
<br>
<br>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-8461712782777415652012-07-11T02:12:00.000+01:002012-07-13T11:23:04.955+01:00χελιδόνια του μυαλού<div class="poem">
<Br><br><br><br>
αυτή η γλυκιά στιγμή<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">που σβήνουν τα τζιτζίκια</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:35px">κι ανατέλουν τα τριζόνια</span><br>
<br>
που σιωπηλά αναστενάζουν κι οι<br>
<span style="padding-left:76px">τελευταίες ηλιαχτίδες</span><br>
<br>
και τ'άστρα, ένα-ένα<br>
<span style="padding-left:35px">κάνουν την ντροπαλή τους εμφάνιση</span><br>
<br>
<br>
αυτή η στιγμή μπορεί να συνοψιστεί<br>
<span style="padding-left:20px">σε δυό γλυκά σου 'ναί'</span><br>
<span style="padding-left:35px">ή σ'ένα μοναχικό σου 'όχι'</span><br>
<br>
στις ματιές που μού'ριχνες<br>
λίγο πριν αποκοιμοιθούμε ο ένας<br>
στα όνειρα του άλλου<br>
<br>
ή απλώς<br>
<span style="padding-left:35px">στις λέξεις που δεν είπες</span><br>
<br>
όταν απλά μ'αγκάλιασες ενώ<br>
περίμενα να φύγεις.<br>
<br>
<Br><br>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202962624501926315.post-15014031588119427362012-07-07T23:52:00.000+01:002012-07-13T10:55:12.344+01:00flying castles<div class="poem" style="margin-left:50px">
<br><br><br><br><bR><br><br><br><br><bR><br><br><br><br><bR>
castles in the sky<br>
dimly lit<br>
by playful sarcasms<br>
<br><br><br>
</div>laonikoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01277328333792641089noreply@blogger.com