Niko Tiliopoulos


Niko Tiliopoulos Poems

1. Don’t Go To Bali 10/7/2006
2. Allow Me My Vices 12/1/2006
3. Heroes 7/21/2008
4. Grandmother 12/3/2006
5. Sub Rosa 8/5/2007
6. A Content Analysis Of Dreams 10/7/2006
7. Ceci N’ Est Pas Une Poème 10/7/2006
8. Carpe Diem 11/19/2006
9. Good Is What God Wills 8/14/2007
10. Shanghai 10/8/2006
11. Let Me Ask 5/3/2007
12. Friday Nicht, Haly Molly Nicht 5/24/2007
13. To Lose A Friend 9/6/2008
14. Something Is Going To Change My Life 12/3/2006
15. Symptoms Of Depression 11/1/2006
16. Religion 12/25/2008
17. A Rainy Evening In Kyoto 2/22/2007
18. Just Thoughts 12/4/2006
19. That Bonny Lass 1/11/2007
20. Of The Essence Of The Spirits (For Liek) 10/8/2006
21. ... And A Bottle Of Rum 1/9/2007
22. Help Me Help You 12/5/2006
23. Nicole - Part 2: The Postcard 10/8/2006
24. Delusions 10/8/2006
25. Fools' Love Day 10/14/2006
26. Teasing The Worms (Variations On A Theme By Tom Waits) 10/7/2006
27. The Song Of The Moth 10/8/2006
28. In A Funny Mood 10/9/2006
29. Little Joke Of Shame 10/9/2006
30. Goodnight 12/4/2006
31. Winter Song 12/3/2006
32. Gangsta Rhyme 1/25/2007
33. Encomium 3/9/2007
34. Here’s To You (For Gill) 4/20/2007
35. Real Love (Variations On A Theme By Neil Young) 10/29/2007
36. Connecting The Dots 11/8/2007
37. Poem One Or Two (... Or Three) 7/16/2008
38. Message In Tm-Dos++ 10/22/2006
39. The Path 10/7/2006
40. Words Of Insignificance 10/28/2006
Best Poem of Niko Tiliopoulos

Don’t Go To Bali

Don’t go to Bali my friend.

Even if the whales whistle you the way,
even if the dolphins dance for you to stay,
even if the spirits possess you when you pray.

Even if the sun is king or the winds are fair,
or even if the sea currents take you there,
and even if you are charmed
by the gamelan music in the air.

Or the dancers of barong
and the outfits of sarong,
or the feasts of spice
and the paddies of rice,
or the volcanoes of light
and the temples of white.

Come what may in the end,
don’t go to Bali my friend.

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Realities

The colours in the Caribbean
are vividly optimistic,
fermenting their saturation
with salt, sand, rum, and rumba,
and the eternally blooming flowers,
feminine spirits embodied
in bronze, light, and scent,
flirting with a western dream,
in hope.

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