Poetry With Pic

Friday 31 July 2015

Chocolate

Aren't the piece of chocolate
Suppose to sweeten cheerless mood
The darker is definitely better for the melancholy
The instant panacea curing the ill feelings
In the minute it melt heavenly in mouth

If all would be as simple as it sounds
I'd eat dark chocolate by kilos every day
At point when the occasion strike with hammer's blow
Just pop in , reaching to forbidden kitchen drawer

Not working , I can attest to fact
A little only while munching the desert
The sadness needs something stronger than sugar treat
The shot of hug , the cocktail of kisses with a cherry on the top

by Margaret Gudkov

Embroidery majestic floridness

Fait accompli to Chinese silk light beauty
The song to craftsmanship manifestation
To hands creating miracle equal to nature's

The woman's body harboring inside
Caressed lovingly by fabric soft murmuring
Her curves seeking barely zoetic touch
Celestial breath, mere whisper over skin

She wiggles in the silk embrace
The thighs rubbing in delicious tasting
Bringing desire up a notch while laying on the sheets
The sumptuous sheets seen verboten romps
That children cannot set the eyes on

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Evan Wilson

I am longing to be as free as butterfly

I am longing to be as free as butterfly
Not obligated sit on just one specific flower
Flying without any preordained thought
Adorning sky with multitude of tones
I'd relish nectar on the petals mixed into morning dew
Rest awhile and glide anew till other leaves and blooms
Catch my heart's compass, beckoning to reach out

I'd link amorphous connection, enjoying company
Afterwards saying goodbye , keeping the memory inside
To the untouched destinations, full of exotic stories
How light-weighted you might say, not serious about life
On contrary , I am filled with curiosity limitless horizon
Why bound yourself to same routine
When world present the opportunities abound
Be like butterfly or bird , not chained to the perimeter of space
But going places to partake in role , assigned from birth

by Margaret Gudkov

Nothing can compare to softness of your lips

Nothing can compare to softness of your lips
Surfing with abandon over crevices of mine
No down pillow suffocating snuggling abyss
No cuddly teddy bear from the buried past

I stare at you across the table wanting to touch
Naked under my flimsy dress, burning with fever
Can you read what my eyes advertizing blatantly
Saying not a word , seducing in the silent style

What is it to understand
Masking you embarrassment to permit the truth to fly
I command, beg you to find pretense and go under tablecloth
Indulge my lips in duel of the wills , opening the heaven door

Not courageous enough to balance on the border of absurd
Afraid the judging looks of jealous folks cause mental discomfort
You give me puppy gaze of timid stag first time laying eyes on doe
We on public darling, there are rules of etiquette bound to obey
I say to hell with it, be a pirate , abordaging me...drop the fork on floor and dive through ocean waves

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Jack Vettriano

There the limits

There the limits to the pain you bear

Knowing not when point of no return is reached
The heart assaulted by blitzkrieg of emotions
Rolling to abyss , the eyes see darkness only
And then... you felt it moral and the physical cross roads

It can happen on the gorgeous sunny day
The weather does not compromise because of you
Nothing change around, the bench, park , lake stay calm
Witnessing deconstruction of person , wriggling in dolor
The inner spasms of desperation, loneliness and sadness
Hidden from the world, they are yours to experience

Anything can trigger the unfortunate event
Listening musicians boogie on the stage
The crowd cheering , dancing, whistling
Abruptly all is stopped inside of you in light of recognition
Another face appear in air, grimacing in return of aching loneliness
You been alone again even while making brave attempt to go out
The life, professional and personal, hanging on the scales
Nothing is settled... the goose did not lay the golden egg

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Eduardo Rodriguez Calzado

Thursday 30 July 2015

What heart is telling you

I talk to you
The smile grace the face
But deep inside the pain is drumming
To say I yearn to say the words to make you understand
Petrified to cut the fragile string connecting us

The silky thread of communication
Pulled by both sides not meant for such a pressure
Yet the colloquy should take a place between two sides of love
Not building the resentment in the heart till it's too late to resolve it

I am laughing, making jokes
Unsatisfied in the terms of the fulfillment, hiding angry streak
Grey hair in midst of many others starting to appear with
Regular proclivity,giving me the look of profundity , the wise woman
Which I am not , just trying to survive in the hostile waters

What heart is telling you ,does it feel unhappiness
Brewing to the boiling incalescence in my eyes
The inability of yours to change the things unfolding
Alarmed mentioning the things with open mind
Is hardly what I am looking for

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Sherry Lee Short

You think you know me?

The dress , the smile, hair brightness
You think you know me just by scanning over
Visually measuring parameters of mine
Accessing inner world the complicated labyrinth
Opening the door , loosing yourself somewhere in the middle

You cannot read the woman
Don't try to be the wise man,knowing all
I prove you wrong at any given moment
Putting to shame the theories of yours
The end become beginning of the new adventure

I am like a lychee, exotic , the eye catching
You peel rough rind to find the sweet surrender
Juice running to the mouth to enhance the pleasure
Don't eat the nut or you will break the teeth
For you I am dream , mirage in desert
The cloud unpredictability , the sun rays
The rain cooling senses in the hot night
You do not know me, endeavoring is useless nonsense
The mystery is my protective shield

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Rina Sutzkever

Dil Kisi Se Tab Hi Lagana Jab Dilon Ko Pardhna Seekh Lo

Dil Kisi Se Tab Hi Lagana Jab Dilon Ko Pardhna Seekh Lo
Har Ek Chehrey Ki Fitrat Mein Wafadaari Nahi Hoti !!!!!

Singular side of medal

The nervous wreck unable to control emotions
Getting insecure with each arising problem on the path
Fretting over the elements that don't deserve attention
That how you see me from the sidelines

The things I do go beyond faux pas of manners
The root of evil planted in my heart few years back
Setbacks,betrayals, creditors who like a vultures come
Collect the money or collect the soul.. what exactly do you know

I never claimed to be an angel neither devil
Is hard to be one perfect person after devastating shakes
The skin too thin, emotions are too raw.. everything too much
But with all said i know my heart is in the right place
And I blame myself for wrongs that came to knock

You see singular side of medal
Not caring for the story written in my eyes
The raising voice without devious intent , the crying
Meeting the indifference and silence instead of patience
Taking hand in yours , calming with words, with hugs

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Angela BettaCazale

Still life

Dead nature staring at spectators eyes
Attracting with the morbid cheerlessness of expiration
The flowers decaying into dust in fashion of the movie star
Aging behind the scenes , behind the silence walls
Fruits rotting , emanating fermented odor
Even through the canvas fabric

So beautiful, so full of life moments before
While hand transferring colors on the painting
They are already on the way to disappear to zilch
Food for the birds future generations

The pomegranates losing brightness of the red
Brownish apples scrunching the appearance
The taxidermy birds could not be more dead
The glass in pupils shining in unnatural bearing
We calling it still life, French call it nature mort
Dead nature propagate life stillness, everything come to stop
Halting activities in core, everything becoming particle for universe foundation

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Luis Egidio Melendez Bodegón

We walking on the beach

The steps, measuring silence in the whispering of sand
Softly giving in under our bare feet pressure
The wind nudging, pushing slightly on the back
Witnessing muted dialog of understanding souls

How many times things getting complicated
It's our fault to overcomplex the simplicity of it
Like two of us on empty shore floating in Never land
Free of Byzantine knots in overburdened mind

The water brings cooling respite to imponderable questions
Actually , giving the answers in the ebbs and flows
I catechize the heart with he loves me ,love me not
Silly abrogation for the truth already implanted
He is here, now , walking hand in hand
Looking so peaceful and content in golden aura of sun

by Margaret Gudkov

Wednesday 29 July 2015

Moon changing nature

Half moon is offering the slice to taste
Sharp appetizer of Roquefort tingling mouth
The cheese is hanging amidst black caviar of sky
Delectable morsel for aristocratic taste of connoisseur

Getting the bigger , riper every day
Till full grown new moon calls for assembly
Presiding monarch on the pedestal of never-ending merrygo-around
Night-day, night-day, holding the ornamental starry scepter

The dog on terrace, overcome by magnetic light of hers
Barked at the moon, asking to come closer for sniffing
Huge ball of fascination, eager to play with, too high
Too forbidding , for the eyes to savor only
So dog barked again and over, not getting answer

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Rufino Tamayo

Open your arms to unbelievable sensation

Open your arms to unbelievable sensation
You tasted scent of other women on your lips
Yet it was not perfumed pleasure body traveled for
Seeking the uniqueness of one meant only for you

The search for soul mate through forest of the glances
Sweet, soft, shy , green ,blue and dark, angry , disappointed
Through siphoning the mouths sensual gatherings
Probing the juices , sipping slowly on tongue

They were gorgeous, not really close to gorgeous
Variety of the female candidates to win the heart
Hoping to win the beauty pageant, judged by the heart
You tried too hard to find the right companion... it did not work

Open your arms, turn, I am right behind you
Waiting for the fortune's twinkle to flash a light on me
Clear fogginess from eyes of yours , lift on the same level
And look deeper , drowning in love's pupils
Unblanketing the divine truth

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Catherine Yastrebova

Eat cherries

Eat cherries
Their sweet nectar would cushion disappointments on tongue
Soften a bit the words that yearning to spring out in the anger
Calming the senses into surrender to the nature 's antidote

The truth is bittersweet hostility , peering at your face
Do you have a guts to handle without wavering a little
Common girl nothing will break inside , it's here to teach a lesson
Many lessons to the mind to make it stronger person

Seen message on the wall if written just for me
The lifestyle you ordered currently out of stock
Go figure if divine force trying to tell me something
Configure architecture of the thoughts
Helping to direct them into peaceful delta

Eat cherries girl .. maybe your time is still ahead
The rationale is difficult to swallow

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Emilia Wilk

White tulips drooping in the vase

White tulips drooping in the vase
Spent ballerinas in the stage of life
The tutus petals resting sadly, closing eyes
Unready to ebb, succumbing to commandment of the nature

Few days, few hours of blooming breath
And now air is filled with decaying death
Stems rotting in antecedently clear, fresh water
The smell of end permeating nose

Came from the tiny bulbs
Grotesque to look at, reminding of the cocoon
Like butterfly spring out from the hideous shell, revealing beauty
They suddenly divulge the secret to the world
Flourishing into enormously alluring buds ..alas not for long

by Margaret Gudkov

Under Garibaldi 's mocking shadow

Under Garibaldi' s mocking shadow

We sat sheathed in the elms green semidarkness
His marble back with letters on Italian seems saying
I seen it, felt it , not surprised by reaction

You near me , studying people in the park
Yet me just studying your reflection, composition
The tired eyes, the slouching pose of fatigue
Please turn and look at me , giving the attention

I am here bathing in the nakedness of the perception
Dissected into open,innards raw pieces for inspection
Hungry for smile , thirsty to taste sweet and salty kisses
Squeezing closer till there no space in between us
Aware of your thigh touching mine in the attempt to send
Indecent proposal to pursue it further right here on bench
I am too bold or impish appetite got better of my senses
Do not care for answer to this question, nor for passersby glances
All i need is your engrossment into my world
Good man Garibaldi will be watching

by Margaret Gudkov

The caterpillar hanging on the thread

The caterpillar hanging on the thread
Swaying from left to right in the attempt to climb up
Tenacious little creature wiggling back to leaf
Continuing the cycle preordained for her

I watch amazed , thinking about my life
All climbing, ambulating , jumping over
Laughing, crying, solving , failing many times
Giving the road to despair after falling from the fence
Hmm .. and caterpillar just pull her tiny body up without worries

The human race is where i belong
With cons and pros that come along
Imperfect , sinful,moody and impulsive
Not been outdone by some larva stubborn mien
And if trapeze is what i have to balance on so be it
The heights scare me but fear will not destroy

by Margaret Gudkov

Lavender fields

Smell of baguette invading nose
France dancing can-can on the mouth
The images of Provence lavender fields
Caressing eyes with purple brush in hand

Speak to me in French
Pulling the words like tiny gems from hidden pockets
Arraying on the plate, the tarts, eclairs, cream puffs
Attracting hands to pick it up and murmur in delight
Parlez-vous français? and answer ... oui , I am now

Beret on the side, eyes smiling slyly
Common cherie,you whispering in ticklish breath
Let's make love in those imaginary lilac meadows
Imaginary , are you sure, they are so real to me
I say oui again, inhaling the aroma of the tiny spikes

Everything material, the flowers
You, me amidst the giant bouquets of divine beauty
The peace never sounded as tranquil as grasshoppers buzzes
In orchestrating our secret rendezvous , slipping from memory
and back, confusing mind to look for border in between
Is it really that important?..i say non, merci cheri for you been here
Near me, understanding my capricious nature

by Margaret Gudkov

I get a fever

I get a fever from your sweet caress

The vibes of gentleness crisscrossing body
True love is hard to mistake for burning lust
Is not a bad thing but is not enough to build
Long lasting union of trusting bonding

I know you will be on my side
When the misfortune strike upon in brutal manner
It's comforting to feel the wind , the aura of sentimental crush
Brushing against the porous inclinations in the soul
Oh, wind don't stop the gusts and fill me in

The nature brought you to surprise my tired self
Pushing through majestic waves of the unquiet ocean
Through desert dunes , inhaling scalding steam of sky
Through Berbers songs, floating in the unlimited horizon
You walked, you swam, you peregrinated in the unexpected
Been alien by birth, by spirit not belonging anywhere
Ending at last near me , another non belonging human
Shivering from cold drops of solitude upon me
I am glad we met, we recognized the unspoken language ... love

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Catherine Andrews

The dragon woke up in the sky

Spitting the fire drops on earth in angry feat
Roaring thunderously for sheer theatrical effect
Before main show of the down-pouring deluge
As like he slept amidst soft cloud pillows in warm cavern
Rudely disturbed by some noisy outbursts
And now showing displeasure in the utmost manner

He roared and howled again with lightening sideshow
Stomping the feet in booming turbulence
Adding babel to already loud pandemonium of water
Pushing it's way to imploring, parched ground's throat
But everything have end, so dragon became tired
Quietly watching rain slide off the sky's highway
The pace of it slowed down to the degree of shower ..no more
Boosting the vegetation to spring out to the blooming cannonade

by Margaret Gudkov

Tuesday 28 July 2015

Creamy taste of past

The nostalgia always skimming
On the top of boiled , tired thoughts
Making you believe of Jesus really walked across the water
That past somehow was a magic world of miracles indeed
Everything looked better, rosier and simpler

Is it a creamy taste of past
Or fancy cover on the brain confection born with
Indulging yourselves to travel through the younger years
Reliving the impossibility of coming back in real life
The secret defense mechanism against the harshness

Whatever reason of such floating sensations
Appearing in spontaneity of time and space
The nostalgia lives , surrounded by the fertile ground
Blossoming in the profoundest periods of contemplation
Just do not know for sure if it is good thing to go back
Spurring the ghosts appearing and the present melting

by Margaret Gudkov

The undiluted shamans chants

Hang in the heavy silence of the ancient forest
The trees are singing in the depths of wooden hearts
Emitting light infused healing powers
The firs and birches swing slightly in the air
Almost impossible to notice by untrained eyes
Possessing spirits souls universal knowledge
The Other world is channeling through them
You cannot hear the song but yet it there
Filling the taiga with an aura of muffled magic
The stories telling in the musical vibrations
The tribal drums forecasting things to come
Mixing of languages or maybe multicultural
What does it matter in the big scheme
The message is the one all inclusive truth
The animals accept , following the path
As humans we're not sensitive enough
To hear the music in the midst of nature
When portals open for mere mortals to discover
We ignore, spooked by unknown feeling

The undiluted shamans chants
Bring times of spiritual wonders back
Making the trees sing, the mountains to whisper
And for us ..to stand back , listening yourselves
Then only we would understand the regal music
Hidden in the unfathomable expense of silent forest

by Margaret Gudkov

Keep walking despite the wounds

Keep walking despite the wounds
On heart abused by the time and the wrong choices
Despite the weary feet bleeding from the dusty roads
The thirsty lips , dreaming of the cold, refreshing water

Keep walking on despite the failed ideas
Discarding disappointments like stepping stones
The failures meant to be the preparation for success
Big picture is a mix of little pieces brought together

Keep walking even if betrayal crossed the path
The antidote to this is to remain standing erect
Cleansing yourself with rain of positive thoughts
Ignore the snakes and trust again , love again
Not everyone is miserable, ugly twerp

Keep walking till the end
The movement is life itself
Despite the deaths, despite the ugliness
Because of hope, because of the child's smile
Because you brought on earth to walk , but not give up

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Dorina Costras

The breathless summer air

Full of the fragrant desire
The hammock beckoning to lay
Committing the procrastination crime
Oblomov's shadow looming over sleepy eyes
Grotesque, surrealistic figure leading to the corridors of nowhere

I cannot resist temptation
Following him to the half dream , half real life
The monsters hidden deep in walls before, afraid to acknowledge
Now staring at me with cold protruding eyes of truth
We all have skeletons in closet, mine coming out now
Putting the heavy burden on fragile shoulders
I saunter through arteries of heart
Sometimes encountering dark corners
Admitting not the obvious mistakes.. so hard
Yet sometimes you have to bite the bullet

The sunlight flashed forcefully on body
Demanding me to open eyes and see
Was it a dream of voyage through the mind
Or the conscience spoke of latent guilt
In any case I am not sure of either
The air , breathless summer air might of play the role,etching mirages

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Gustave Curbet

The child innocently smiles

Brightening surroundings with purity of the newborn
Clueless of the challenges Great Chinese wall
Of long distance running without moment of repose

What could be more perfect in this imperfect world
More innocent in sea of unvirtuous criminality
More shiny , positive amidst the gloomy storms on life
Giving the hope for fairytale happy end in return

He smiles at you without parent's nudging
The natural instinct is kicking in , no need to push
Can't help but smile back appearing like a rainbow
Transferring mood to better place

Look , learn from the little baby
Something is lost along the way while striving to survive
You certainly forgot the simple things , the joy of laughing
Without any reason, without forcing to pretend to be one with crowd.. the matriculation start anew when realization comes to light

I wish that smile never fade, becoming shadow
Becoming tears of lost, the fear in the eyes

by Margaret Gudkov

Monday 27 July 2015

Mein Jo Chahon To Tord Doon Nata Tum Se

Mein Jo Chahon To Tord Doon Nata Tum Se
Per Mein Buzdil Hoon Mujhe Maut Se Dar Lagta Hai !!!!!

Meri Guftagoo Mera Aaina Mera Zauq Meri Misaal Hai

Mein Ne Kab Kaha Mein Haseen Hoon, Ya Mohabbaton Ki Ameen Hoon
Meri Guftagoo Mera Aaina Mera Zauq Meri Misaal Hai !!!!!

Mohabbat Mein Adhurey Pan Ka Mein Nahi Qail

Mohabbat Mein Adhurey Pan Ka Mein Nahi Qail
Mujh Ko Chaho To Meri Jaan Mukammal Chaho !!!!!

Log Kehte Hein Hum Muskuratey Bohat Hein

Kitne Door Nikal gaye Rishtey Nibhatey Nibhatey
Khud Ko Khoya Hum Ne Apno Ko Patey Patey
Log Kehte Hein Hum Muskuratey Bohat Hein
Aur Hum Thak Gaye Dard Chupate Chupatey !!!!!