Daniel Ionita Poems

Just give me your hand, Mona Lisa, and flee;
leave mouldy museums to quibble and moan -
the world waits outside, made of flesh and of bone,
with rain and with sunshine, with mountains and sea.
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We're born entwined in agony and love,
Blind, helpless, unaware of all the fuss,
A mother's smile through tears is all we crave,
But the first cry is just "abide with us".
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The children, oh those little darlings
are waiting for Christmas joyful and sprite -
oh! baby! my baby, my sweetie
let's slay Santa, slash his throat tonight!
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It was toward the end of the summer holidays when he proposed to her.
They were riding their bicycles to the post office,
to a village some four kilometers away from her grandparent's place.
The old folk asked, or they might have offered
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IWay back in nineteen eighty-seven,
decrepit and rained to the bone
I turned for a minute to whisper:
Hey Fifi! Leave my hamster alone!
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Last night before your door, out in the cold,
My soul ablaze with a chaotic passion
My eyesight I would happily have sold,
For one sweet Open Sesame to fashion.
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Slow afternoon with curtains drawn tight,
soft silky pillows, softer velvet slides,
low, lower still, then up again, so light...
A dream-like pose, yet far from sleeping tides.
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I might be slow, but well worth waiting for,
the tortoise on your night gown whispered, low…
How long I waited, what was there to know,
remains our sacred, and mysterious, lore.
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Psalm 24: 1

From whence I came I no longer recall.
Now I abide in a place with rocks and waves
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Your star dance is sparkling the edge of horizons
with light adumbrations which guard your reflection
and lazily mirror the ocean’s expanses –
blind waters that cover your body’s perfection.
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