Alexander Shaumyan was born in Moscow, Russia, in 1962 and immigrated to the United States in 1975 at the age of 13. He started out as a painter but turned to poetry as a more effective medium for expressing his message. His work appeared in many small presses and online journals. He's also done translations of Russian, German, French, Spanish, and Italian poetry. His translation of Nikolai Gumilev has been published online. His translation of Sergey Esenin's last poem appeared in GLAS, Volume 23-the internationally known journal of new Russian writing, edited by Natasha Perova. His poetry has been taught by Professor Gerald Smith at Oxford University, who teaches modern Russian poetry and ... more »
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Alexander Shaumyan Poems
God Bless the Freaks
God bless the freaks And the deranged, The ones who are Violent and strange,
To the Masters of Pretentious Verse
Write what you will, But your lines do not impress - Your metaphors, hyperboles And anaphoras do not contribute
How Do I Love Thee?
I love you more than all the bull That you'd been telling me, I love you more than all those guys That you had shagged for free,
Pretty Girls Don't Take Hallucinogenic S...
Pretty girls don't take hallucinogenic substances, they are, Pretty girls are like ether clouds inflating and deflating male egos, Sometimes they give you a real cocaine high, Making you feel like a millionaire executive of General Motors,
Take This Body
Take this body, my love, my body, my love, feel my knees and my arms, feel my fingers on your hair, cold fingers, sad fingers, kiss my mouth, my love,
Feeling spiritually hungry, I stopped by at an Internet writers' joint, Where I was served with
I Love You
I love you- Do you remember how it was
Place Where Light Is
In these cold rainy nights, In these streets, in these dreams I'll walk in my solitude To a place where light is.
Bleed No More
Bleed no more, bleed no more, my love- Just go in peace towards your destination, For in this life my eyes have seen enough, Enough of broken promises and frustrations.
Yes, you are, yes, you are, my love, You're my lovely Kentucky girl.
For Lori Lynn
Once in my youth I saw her face That's how my story begins- I met a young maiden of stunning grace, She called herself Lori Lynn.
She Storms My Brain
She storms my brain in psychedelic colors and discordant rhythms, leaving me breathless
The Healing Wind
In this healing wind all our scars of the past are blown away, torn away and scattered
razor-sharp love I want all of you but there just isn't
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God Bless the Freaks
God bless the freaks
And the deranged,
The ones who are
Violent and strange,
God bless the retards
And the geeks.
God bless the butches
And the femmes,
God bless all those
God bless the brainless
And the meek.
God bless the lowlives
And punks in leather
God bless the water
And the piss.
God bless the beer
And the sun,
God bless the soldier
And his gun,
God bless the bombs
That kill the kids.
God bless you all
For being numb,
God bless the dead,