Zoltan Galos Poems
- Who You don't wish my young teacher to come here]any ...
- Try A Sexagenarian Her face not rested puffed-up cheeks ...
- At Dusk At dusk that colours my pallet Wine red Clouds like...
- Arcadia My Vito's cool metallic body Feels empty As I ...
- My World Is Colour My world My world is colour The artist...
Born in eastern Austria, close to the border of Hungary, he witnessed as a boy the horrors of a nation’s brutal suppression, erupting in the Hungarian Revolution of 1956. He finished his education in art and architecture in Vienna, married and sailed for Africa, an adventure that followed his childhood dreams. He had drawn African animals for his art classes, but the time had come to see them in... more »
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My Vito's cool metallic body
As I stretch the last drops
Of an excellent ouzo
Nursing a stealthy late night's
Pincers of austerity cut those
Hardest who least deserve it -
Poets and paupers artists and animals.
The fat dog from upstairs
A pink squeaky slipper from
A child's foot clasped between its teeth
Outside the gate a big dead
Mouse had its last squeal.
Human fruitflies hover about
The veggie stalls of life
Opposite the shopping mall
A picture book of garden
By man who prides himself of ...