Oleg Vorobyov

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The eyeballs' jet, nielloed depths
With shining glint of vital life within,
With trust-reposing and faithfullest abandon.
They gaze at you serenely,
...

In searching for some valuables untold
Your find sometimes is a fabulous fool's gold.

Who is the fool: who hid or who retrieved?
...

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.
...

We know from the mankind's crib
That all men 've got the missing rib.

The truest story ever spoken,
...

Ay, dolphins and bees -
We owe them much
For bright smiling seas,
And mindsets as such!
...

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,
...

All things are founded on love.
All things…
All before it a-shrove,
and given it their vows.
...

When you are in pain,
a friend comes to relieve.
He knows its worth,
He's eager to attend.
...

As the night fell,
Seductively placate,
As sweet as caramelle,
Lay on the world prostrate.
...

You'll find me in a napping bar,

as I'll be nestling on a dream couchette,
...

12.

The Monk reflects:

Bliss is climbing an upward scale
To see your soul ensconced
...

No light, no ray,
looks like inferno.
Yet, thin decadent day
can ease it into loom, -
...

Oh, Elon Musk,
a tycoon of endeavour,
Thou hast taken on a task
to scrap conventionalism whatever!
...

Who are those placid people
with mild hearts and no pretence?
No turmoil but some ripples,
passing their minds by chance,
...

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)
...

A void of silence,
Bereft of troubles all,
Where angels dare not transpire,
Where none's astir in utter self-denial,
...

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...
...

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...
...

Oleg Vorobyov Biography

Currently employed as a lecturer at Dpt. of Philology, Eurasian National University.)

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The Dog's Loving Eyes

The eyeballs' jet, nielloed depths
With shining glint of vital life within,
With trust-reposing and faithfullest abandon.
They gaze at you serenely,
The dog's resting its muzzle in your human hands.

What can I find there when plunging in the depths? -
Innumerable ages of pristine and brutal strife;
Pursuits of savagery in desolate terrains;
Lupine persistence, perseverance and grit, -
And now dogged love for bipeds as I am.

What bonds, concatenation and rapport
Has made me a true apple of its eyes?
I've never met a truer brother-in-arms,
So helpful, so obedient of grace!
So buckled, fastened, glued to master-man!

There must be some divinity canine
Who's made us, humans, worshippers of dogs!
Wherever place you walk, whatever clime
You'l find the eyes, so staunch, sincerely pristine
Guarding your composure, and industry, and sport!

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