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Poems by Boris Glikman

 

P.S. - IN MEMORY OF

 

 

Dear P.S. ,

 

 

 

Your days are numbered,

 

alas it is true,

 

thanks to the e-mail and the text-messages too.

 

Yet I recall the time when

 

you were my last hope,

 

the final salute

 

of forgotten sentiment

 

or perhaps just in lieu

 

of the truth we both knew.

 

 

 

Your eternal admirer

Boris G.

 

 

 

P.S. I Love You

 

 

 

 

 

A LONG-FORGOTTEN TUNE

 

 

A long-forgotten tune

Was it in a dream

that I heard it

last?

 

A face of a stranger

Why does it seem

so familiar, so dear

to me

now?

 

Who was I before we met -

I cannot recall

 

I am afraid to contemplate the reality

that confronts me

full force

 

I am afraid to accept the reality

of reality

 

 

I felt it coming

 

 

The overpowering scent

carried

from the days of tomorrow

by the omnipotent wind of intuition

 

Enveloped in and drowned

by feelings that I cannot comprehend

 

I think we have met before

in a dream from my childhood

in that faraway land

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AN ODE TO THE CENTURY PAST

 

 

           

That was the age of despair, disrepair

but this is now, the New Utopia.

 

That was the time when we killed off our muses

throwing their remains to the ravenous dogs.

 

Our innocence disemboweled, our hopes quartered

with five hollow-point bullets on that cold december night.

 

When six million replaced six six six as the accursed number

of all eternity and

six million nameless faces, six million faceless names

were extinguished for that greatest crime of all -

Existence.

 

But this is now, the Neo-Utopia.

 

That was the age of despair, disrepair

When raven-black sun 

threw rays of shadow upon the earth and

giant bullfrogs ate pygmy antelopes

hooves, bones and all.

 

But still we fought on, hoping for meaning to appear

yet when it arrived, it was only in our dreams

dissipating as soon as we awoke and tried to grab at its

gossamer threads with our crude, clumsy hands.

 

And this is now, the Last Utopia.

 

 

BORIS GLIKMAN, from Australia, is a full time writer and spiritual philosopher. He says, "Writing gives me the conduit to a world that is unreachable by any other means, a world that is populated by Eternal Truths, Ineffable Questions and Infinite Beauty. It is my hope that these stories of mine will allow the reader to also catch a glimpse of this universe." 

You may reach him here: bozlich@yahoo.com.au   His website:    http://bozlich.gather.com/ Boris is a previous contributor to SHINE!

 

Motivations:


P.S. - IN MEMORY OF 
 
 This is a light-hearted reflection on how our letter-writing has changed due to the new technology. The idea for this poem came when I realized  that postscript messages are no longer needed with electronic communications and that quite likely P.S. will one day be just a quaint
relic of the Pre-Internet Age.
 
 
A LONG-FORGOTTEN TUNE
 
 This poem was inspired by and is dedicated to The One. I don't usually  write love poems but this poem wrote itself.  
 
AN ODE TO THE CENTURY PAST
 
 This poem is an excerpt from a longer work ( unfinished as yet ) in which I deal with the two events of the century past that have exerted the
 greatest emotional force on me and have shaped me into the person that I am: The Holocaust and the passing of John Lennon.  In this work I attempt to compare these two irrevocable tragedies and the  effect that they had on me as well as on all of humanity.