Janri Gogeshvili Poems

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! At Last It Is Revealed…

It is revealed at last
That the downright
Have a helper,
That a needy and poor man

Flirtation In The Internet Space

The bonfire of amours is burning…
Pun, emotion, and fire…
A stranger is winged by virtual kisses,
And by the distant desire.

= Wear Your Mourning Attire…

Go ahead, and call upon the new hopes,
Slake their thirst with the nectar.
Who needs woman’s eyes,
Full of malice and vice?

Go Ahead!

Go ahead! Assault the space,
Tear up the tangles of your fate.
Your diligence will bear fruit,
If you’re kind to the untrue mate…

High Time We Went To Our Harbor…

A travesty with a grotesque indication

It’s time we stripped off our garments,
And attired in our own sins…

/ All Hail To The Purple Race

All hail to the purple race
That flutters from heaven
And the space beyond.
It is to bestow mercy


The world was dozing,
It was tired and worn.
“Man is supported by man,
A fence – by blackthorn! ”

At The Gates Of The Pain

The lust for search lay in ambush,
Awaiting the space-time,
And snatched the boundless love
From the second – from the while.

A Hungry Man Darns His Dreams

A drama with lyrical affection

The cold draft bursts into the house,
It freezes, winter bangs on the doors,

Hold In High Respect The Virtue Bestowed On You

Hold in high respect… with ardor
The inward customs and order,
The virtue bestowed on you –
The dear and sacred gift…

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