Oleg Vorobyov

The eyeballs' jet, nielloed depths
With shining glint of vital life within,
With trust-reposing and faithfullest abandon.
They gaze at you serenely,
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In searching for some valuables untold
Your find sometimes is a fabulous fool's gold.

Who is the fool: who hid or who retrieved?
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One's heart with faith must outpour
to grow on something, cultivate.
Some touchstone in to be immersed
and fatten on it as a bulwark.
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We know from the mankind's crib
That all men 've got the missing rib.

The truest story ever spoken,
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Ay, dolphins and bees -
We owe them much
For bright smiling seas,
And mindsets as such!
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The yellow lion, watchful and intent,

against a sere backdrop of the veldt,
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Once we wake up, exuviate
Our raucous dreams to nowhere,
And draws a veil over the fair,
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All things are founded on love.
All things…
All before it a-shrove,
and given it their vows.
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When you are in pain,
a friend comes to relieve.
He knows its worth,
He's eager to attend.
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As the night fell,
Seductively placate,
As sweet as caramelle,
Lay on the world prostrate.
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You'll find me in a napping bar,

as I'll be nestling on a dream couchette,
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The Monk reflects:

Bliss is climbing an upward scale
To see your soul ensconced
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No light, no ray,
looks like inferno.
Yet, thin decadent day
can ease it into loom, -
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Oh, Elon Musk,
a tycoon of endeavour,
Thou hast taken on a task
to scrap conventionalism whatever!
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Who are those placid people
with mild hearts and no pretence?
No turmoil but some ripples,
passing their minds by chance,
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Robbed I am of my Self (The Robber can be none?)
So I e'n deeper delve to see who could have done
The deed.- To my dismay the answer's on display:
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Oh, East is East, and West is West,
and never the twain shall meet

(Rudyard Kipling)
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A void of silence,
Bereft of troubles all,
Where angels dare not transpire,
Where none's astir in utter self-denial,
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Someone would say: There's no safe
Benchmark to claim a thing chef d'œuvre.
Yea, this is true, I do not chafe,
Almost agreeing to whatever...
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The destiny's child summons humours and rheums
To build more stamina in its flabby form.
The crust of the planet its innards exhumes
To posture as shrivelled, contortionist worm...
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