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Contemporary Poetry: The Donetsk River (8 poems)

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China Avant-garde Art Forum. Author: Elford.

Contemporary Poetry: The Donetsk River (8 poems)

Donetsk River

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Dry ducks growing up in the plains

Afraid of fish, afraid of water, afraid of stiff walking posture

Killed by vodka

The river rises in response to the seasonal winds and snow, and it roars and swirls

Rush straight to the far shore

And the menu is on the corner of the forest

It is the empty shell of a sky chandelier

Open a window at dusk

The first cry of the scholars broke the silence

RIVER DONETSK

Landlubber growing up on the plain

fear of fish and water, afraid of stiff walking posture

killed by vodka

The river rose with seasonal wind and snow, and it roared and swirled

hit very far away to the shore

and the corner of the forest on the menu

is the empty shell of the sky chandelier

Twilight with a window open

the first cries of scholars break the silence

The Dnieper River

Restrain the court of anesthesia needles, pierced to whom

Who can draw nourishment from the smell of the girls

Light smoke came out of the damp campfire

So there was a new reason

Turned up dead fish belly

Not touching

Underneath a smaller secret

Angry at seeing his own shadow

You're late and caught by a sneeze

If you sleep with the windows open

Why lock the door

Your pain is unfounded

Like a porcelain antique

Disguised as the midday sky

And the smell, refuse to forget

Sound, abandoning the strings

Feces on the ground

It was treated as night

A heavy main anchor

But that's set for skin aging

With perfect form

Inception

The woman wiped her mouth before opening the knot in her heart

Through pigmentation

A happy past passes through empty and deserted orchards

A large tree at the top of the hill was struck by lightning

A forest like ice cubes

I should have shed tears after reading this story

RIVER DNEPR

Whom will the restrained court's anesthesia needle hit,

be able to draw nourishment from the scent of the girls

light smoke from a damp campfire

so there's a new reason

which turned up belly of the dead fish

doesn’t let people touch

Beneath a smaller secret, you're angry at seeing your own shadow,

you’re late, and held up by a sneeze

Why lock the door if you sleep with the window open

Your pain is unreasonable

like a china antique

disguised as the noonday sky

But the smell refuses to forget

the sound abandons the instrument

The dung on the ground

acts as a heavy main anchor

of the night

But that's a space for dream theft

which set up for aging skin with perfect forms

A woman wipes her mouth

before opening the knot in her heart

Due to the pigmentation, the happy past through

empty and barren orchards

A tree on the top of the mountain was struck by lightning

like a forest of ice

I should have shed tears after reading this story

Transnistria

Maybe complete a soft landing

Lonely woman

And sunshine

It was an ancient mission to preserve the fog of time

Then collect the customs and customs of the birds

But you simply can't understand

The rind of the onion

Designed for tides

Stop crying in front of a boat

Glass mirror of the river of boats

The dry shadow inside revels in this transparency

Carrots from fishing gear

It's the pen that draws a cross on a woman's ass

Protect yourself by spreading staggered foliage and clusters of thorns

Between the bows, various ups and downs and flows took over the city

The styrofoam walking dead have come

Wine in the hallway

Tell the truth

It is a land of thorns, and the sunny spring is spent on a river

The stone of remorse crouched

It didn't want women to see a picture of a man

The nectar of the root of life has been sucked up

RIVER DNIESTER

Perhaps completed a soft landing

the lonely woman

and the sunshine

to preserve an ancient mission of the fog of time

then collect the ethos of birds

but you can't possibly understand

the rind of an onion

is made for the tide

Stop crying in front of a boat

the glass mirror of the boat's river

where the dry shadow inside revels in this transparency

the carrot for fishing gear

is a pen that draws a cross on a woman's butt

Protect yourself with sprawling foliage and clusters of thorns

and undulations and flows take over the city

between the bows

the walking dead of styrofoam comes over

no wine left

in the hallway

It's a land of thorns where sunny springs are spent on a river

and remorseful stone squatted down

don't want a woman to see a painting of a man

the nectar of the cock has been sucked out

Sea of Azov

Catch a pair of warm little birds.

Fortunately, we will never know, the tundra that dropped the semitone

It became a deceitful safe

And the pale halo of the stars thought the men had relaxed

Like the big bath on Friday

Every stone, say

Are the rulers of the pedestal

Their oars roll their eyeballs back

Float on an uninhabited island

The autumn of the birds dragged on for a long time

The crow-colored big iron gate, how the muffled sound of thunder was equally divided

Solidified whistles that surrounded it all day

Taste the sweat of a stick

Whether to pay off the gambling debt, or to let the sea

Continue to sleep? The fishmonger's fiery red pliers

Hiccups. Now they're talking about --

We talk about it in a low voice

A disgraceful sinking

That rugged beauty

Before the tamed beasts

The whole life pierces into the womb

SEA OF AZOV

Catching a pair of warm birds.

Fortunately we'll never know the tundra, which has dropped semitones

becomes a treacherous safe

and the pale halo of the stars thinks the men are relaxed

Like a huge bathtub on Friday

each stone, let’s say

are the ruler of the base

the eyeballs of their oars roll back

Floating on an uninhabited island

the autumn of birds has dragged on for a long time

the crow color, big iron gate , how can the muffled sound

of thunder be divided equally

And the frozen whistle, around it all day

taste the sweat of a stick

Pay off the gambling debts, or let the sea

continue to sleep? The fishmonger's fiery tongs

burped incessantly. Now they talk about——

we speak in such low voices

of an ignominious sinking

that rough beauty

precedes the docile beast

the whole life pierced into the womb

Odessa

In a sense, you're buying us off

As a discontinuous white model

Send the dream to the owner of the car

And men are the product of flirting. Show a cautious look

The rooster's wonderful chirp

From the clanging blacksmith shop

But absolutely. ocean

The old man sniffed around

What the? Divide the treasure equally between musk-skinned birds

It is a victim deep in the dense forest

Gardens everywhere

The rapid decay and disappearance of the walls are the faint and tasteless soup of the monastery

A tram is a power plant

Made of snow-like swan feathers

ODESSA

You are in a sense buying us off

as a discontinuous white model

Hand over the dream to the car owner

and men are the products of flirting. they looked very careful and cautious

the wonderful crowing of the rooster

comes from the clinking smithy

but absolutely. The ocean

is always sniffing around

What? the musk-skinned bird that bisects the treasure

victim in the deep forest

gardens everywhere

the rapidly decaying and disappearing walls are the bland soup of the abbey

A trolley bus is a power plant

made of snow-like swan feathers

Crimean

Who knows pine ball single player cards

Roll over, and finally still

Roll back

Explorer traveler

Finally compared the lover to a comet

Obviously, there is a commotion of life here

There are skilled pickpockets in the soup pot

Use the comfortable cliffs as an armchair

The twilight of the carriage slowly fell

Waist of the garden

The sound of bones clicking and breaking is heard

CRIMEA PENINSULA

Does anyone know about pine-ball solitaire

roll over, and finally

roll back

Adventure traveler

finally compares a lover to a comet

Apparently, there’s a great commotion in life

a skilled pickpocket in soup pot

treats cozy cliff as an armchair

The twilight of the carriage slowly falls

the sound of cracking bones is heard

in the waist of the garden

Zaporozhye

The ceiling, the thought of eating arose

Even...... It went crazy

Over the withered wind

And the insurance policy of the gilded glass mirror

More resilient than the usual mature woman

The secret box of a woman's body

Opens.

She's dead! Ah, the Dnieper

Appeared in my dreams

She really had a devil's soul

Bring a large food basket with a war atmosphere

The swan neck has four fishing rods

ZAPOROZHYE

Ceiling has a idea of eating

Even... it's crazy

over the withered wind

And the insurance policy of the gilded glass mirror

more elastic than usual mature women

The secret box of the woman's body

then opened.

She died! Ah, the Dnieper

appeared in my dreams

she really has a devil's soul

Taking a big food basket with the atmosphere of war

and swan neck with four fishing rods

Kiev

The inviolability of the room

The impostor court magistrate was exhausted

Cold shoulder

Screams everywhere were muted. The atmosphere that afternoon was particularly depressing

The tragedy came too suddenly

Large patches of plants allow the church to wear green hats

The unbearable musty smell is absorbed by the mirror light

Shell toner

Puzzling. yes

The electrodes are orchestral quintets, irregular

It's so simple that it doesn't even sound like a name

The last footsteps shook the house

Olga

fall asleep

Olga sang

The mouth is full of rose-colored foam

Spring next to the bed attracts a stallion

Come eat grass, the skeleton on its body

The color of the soul is restored. The ashes left behind by time

Also gray, a chair

Make death seem hasty

KYIV

The inviolability principle of the room

the fake court bailiff gets rejected every time

the screams were muffled everywhere. The atmosphere

very depressing that afternoon.

The tragedy came all too suddenly

massive plants make church cuckold

Unbearable musty smell is absorbed by the light of the mirror

The toner of shell brand

is puzzling. Yes

electrode's orchestral quintet, no regularity

so simple that the name doesn't even sound good

The last footsteps shaking the house

Olga falls asleep

Olga sings a song

mouth full of rose-colored foam

Spring by the bed attracts a stallion to graze

the skeleton of its body

restored the color of the soul. Ashes of time

also grey, and a chair

make death seem hasty