Liza Sud Poems

A woman's body - the Body of God,
Dream that has spawned the World
The basis of morality, the pathway,
The meaning of Covenant - heavenly Idol,
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You irritate me immensely!
I dreamed that I came to you.
You sometimes wanted to rape me,
I was tired and longed for food.
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My mother - a fantastic blossom,
like on a flowerbed - lies on the couch.
She has the sound of girlish voices
of twenty years when she talks.
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I want to become a woman-president.
I'll give free apartments to everyone.
For gasoline there will be prices-one penny.
After all, they did so in Abu Dhabi.
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All the poets are like zombies
wish to know exactly - whose?
from what moral tribe they arose,
or so, from fleshly doom.
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Do you know the name of Daniel?
Are you aware of his kind heart?
No? I'll tell you - I am admiring
In him patience and subtle mind!
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You think that a woman is writing a verse
Above a thick table she's hastily leaning.
But not in the house, in heart humble words,
Even in the kitchen while making a dinner.
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My soul is totally ripped up,
My heart is broken.
But sewed by Saint John of Kronstadt,
By godly light is warmed and softened.
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2 butterflies completely equal,
2 tortoiseshells,2 butterflies,
There is no difference between them,
They fly together, lonely – fly.
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He founded his own institute,
He has his own TV.
his agit-train - Russia waits for you!
He's - the leader of LDPR!
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